#Big Shiz

[screwpinecaprice]

When your boyrfren is a morning person.

(Idk if Connie's not a morning person, but it'd be funny if she isn't.)

Connie doodles (and a Steven!)

[most-calm-revice-and-geats-fan]

THEY ACTUALLY MET!!!!

TRANSLATIONS:

Ore, Sanjo-!

What, what? Are you a demon too?

Eh? Of course not! Who the hell are you?! Everyone in the audience knows I’m an Imagin! Observe...Ore, Sanjou!

I'm so jealous! I also want to! Me too! Oretchi Touchau! (Is that how you even spell it? Is that even what he said?!)

Stop messing around with my appearance, bastard!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------AINT ACTUAL NO WAY, THEY FLIPPING DID!!! AND I NEVER KNEW UP UNTIL THE NIGHT BEFORE!!! I'M SORRY I'M SO BLOODY HAPPY TO KNOW THIS IS REAL!!! Y'ALL NEED TO SEE THIS!!!!! (Source: Kamen Rider x Super Sentai LIVE & SHOW 2022 (50x45 Anniversary))

they both got me kicking my feet and giggling

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

was working on a palette doodle of masumii but then this popped into my head and i had to draw it

i will probably never finish this, but.

tsukihime masumii

[conkreetmonkey]

CABLES MANAGED

[lickingyellowpaint]

16x20in - untitled

[cozy-the-overlord]

Rereading Wicked is wild as an adult because the first time I read this book I was a ten year old child who had basically no historical context and practically no knowledge of sex and so I read it and enjoyed it but also didn’t understand anything — I hadn’t even seen the play or listened to the soundtrack at that point, I just loved the original Wizard of Oz book series so much and was really curious about Wicked, so I had basically no context for any of the sociopolitical commentary 😂 I was just there to get excited when obscure characters from the original books (but who were cut from the film) like Boq or Ozma were mentioned.

So now, rereading it and seeing all the things that went waaaaaaaay over my head as a kid is wild

[kiitobiito]

Cries in the pathetic way

[that-darn-clown]

Getting really excited because I can't believe he's mine <3 only to remember "he" is a 7 foot tall animated flea from a mildly obscure french movie who was voiced by John Lennons son.

What. ever.

[horrifichaunts]

SPOILER ALERT WE WO WE WEO

Help Wanted 2 thoughts bellow. Spoilers spoilers everywhere, massive watched a full finished lets play spoilers.

Just saw a lot of things via Fusion's let's play and...buzzing thoughts.

I just made a joke about Ella being a always thing in the fnaf multi verse in everywhere but the games, and now her bottom jaw is in the Roxy repair. Which had me A-

Also Puppet, Puppet got me very AAAAA-, and Circus Baby. Wtf was that one line about and saying to remember Jeremy again. Was...Was play tester Jeremy Cassie's dad is that were we are headed?

I think Cassie's model defiantly got some touch ups and oohh my heart at those lil mismatched hair ball things. I used to wear those all the time as a kid

Anyone else get vibes off of Candy Cadet's story that if it was about Ness, that something happened to her as a child at Fazbear's and once she was older she went to face it via starting as the Help Wanted 1 play tester....or was that just me.

Whhhaatt was that ending? It still gave no answer who were playing as in HW 2 but it did atleast imply that Cassie was given the mask via Glitchtrap.....and that can't be good. There's still a chance for a second ending though.

[bru1sedr1bs]

help im almost 20 and only now am i finally changing my bank account status from minor to major

[screwpinecaprice]

babs

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

he does this regularly

[familiarflower]

ok but i really hope in rebirth that they actually do something with marlene instead of just the vague ass hints. like...I KNOW SHES NOT THAT IMPORTANT TO THE STORY I GET IT...but like...don't just 'flash' us with vagueness and be like 'ooooh what if' and never explain. just SAY IT.

let it be momentarily important and then move on ok.

[lickingyellowpaint]

working on fifth bubble painting in a month

in my bubble era I guess!

[grimoiremanifest]

you could say that me and words have a complex and storied history - i would certainly hope so, as i need those damn words to write said stories. we've got a mutual understanding in how they don't understand me and i don't understand them. they continuously evade me, dodging and weaving attempts to string them into a coherent sentence, forcing my mind and mouth to rely on anecdote and repetition and synonym. pulling out cheap tricks, tangents, and typos - distractions, forcing me to stop and scrutinize over every single little letter that i catch. we fight every damn time over what means what or where goes where, and it's a real shame too, because i tend to use a lot of words even for the short stuff (most of the time, at least). that's one of two things i love about words - the ability to capture a moment in time, and to stretch it out into pages and pages of raw, evocative experiences filtered only by the author's own vision and the words that agree with them, near perfectly preserved and primed to be recieved by another someone - someone who might go onto become a word-catcher of their own, preserving and refining that one universal tradition that we all have. it's notable that the literal definition of 'prose' - language presented in its original form, with no metrical structure - as a verb, is to speak tediously for no perceivable reason. to prattle on. drivel. to ramble. to rant. it's a real thing of beauty, how we're permitted to wield these incredibly delicate yet all-powerful tools with such reckless abandon - as evident here, as i've gone on for long enough, i think. but yes, i would say that one reason as to why i love words (in spite of our mutual grievances, of course) is their ability to take something so little and turn it into something so much.

Now, the other reason as to why i love words?

They can be quite succint, too.

So one of my players looks at me. Like. Second session I ever played with them. Just narrows his lil eyes and stares me down and ejaculates, "Why do you talk like that?"

For context: I generally speak with actual words from my mouth exactly the way I type words to make posts on tumblr. If we've known each other for any length of time, you may already understand a bit of why he asked me this. Evidently, I speak in a way that is easily understood, most of the time, but approaches sentence structure the way English countrysides approach roads- in a winding and roundabout fashion.

I didn't say anything witty, but I did say, "Because words are beautiful and I love them. Why don't you [talk like this]?"

Anyway, he had a crush on me. And I think the point of the story is to talk like you're in the process of making deep, sensual, tantric love to the language in which you're communicating. 😎

[c0s-lettuce]

hopeless - fiyero tigelaar x reader

gender not mentioned, reader is friends with galinda

a/n: jumping on the fiyero bandwagon hehehe. timeline may be a bit off, forgive me. hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! <3

word count: 1132

You were surprised when Fiyero began caring about his academic progression. It was out of character from what you had come to know of him. You saw a lot of him when he first arrived at Shiz, thanks to Galinda wanting desperately to befriend the Winkie Prince.

Nothing about him impressed you all that much, especially after his awful treatment of those poor books in the library. Sure, he was good-looking and seemed to have the entire student body at his heel, but looks can only get you so far.

You went to the Ozdust that night at Galinda's behest. Fiyero was there, of course, looking far too smug for your liking. He seemed to take an interest in you. But when your indifference was made evident to him, he simply reminded you that his plan to corrupt his fellow students included you.

And from that day on, you could never manage to shake him off.

Everywhere you went, he was there, trying to distract you, following you around or rambling on about something that you couldn't bring yourself to pay attention to. It was bothersome at first, but eventually became a part of your daily routine.

It wasn't until much later, with the approach of midterms, that Fiyero suddenly started begging you for help. He wanted you to help him study. He even called you clever, beautiful, and kind somewhere in the process of his pleading, no doubt trying to flatter you.

He mentioned something about finally having a reason to stay and not wanting to get kicked out of another school. You agreed begrudgingly, mainly because you knew he wouldn't stop asking if you didn't. But also because you couldn't fathom the thought of him going away. Much to your chagrin, the prince had grown on you.

And so, you made plans to meet, deciding on the quad at first. A good decision; you still didn't trust Fiyero being in the library. As the first study session approached, you started growing a little nervous. You hadn't spent time with him in such a manner before. You suspected it was just the 'Fiyero Tigelaar Effect' that so many Shiz students suffered from and reminded yourself it was no big deal.

However, it was definitely a big deal to Galinda. She pranced into your room unannounced the morning before your first meet-up with Fiyero, later prompting your roommate to talk to you about boundaries. Galinda insisted on helping you prepare for your 'date', lending you a pair of over-the-top shoes and attacking your hair with a brush.

Despite the girl's efforts, it made no difference to Fiyero later that afternoon, who just smiled and told you that you'd been 'galinda-fied'.

As the days passed, Fiyero managed to stay consistent with you, only sometimes changing locations based on his heart's desire. The two of you move to the garden, the cafe and even the Oz-forsaken library. At first, you suspected this whole arrangement may have been some ploy for him to 'corrupt' you, but after a few sessions, Fiyero does the unexpected.

He turns out to be completely serious about this. He listens to you, he tries to understand, and he very, very rarely decides to distract you.

You're almost impressed.

That brings you to now, just a few days before midterms start. You and Fiyero are cramming in one last study session.

The two of you are currently situated on the floor of his dorm room. He sits with his back against the the side of his bed as he racks his brain over a linguification paper. You sit facing him, your arm resting on the mattress, propping up your head.

Fiyero furrows his brow and mumbles some words to himself. You should be helping him, you think to yourself, but your attention has been entirely diverted in the last ten minutes. You're not focused on the paper but on Fiyero and his adorable facial expressions instead. To your defence, the two of you have been at this for over an hour.

"Can we take a break?" he speaks up after a while.

You blink, momentarily caught off guard, but you quickly recover. You decide you could do with a breather yourself.

"Yeah, of course," you tell him.

"Thank Oz," he mutters, unceremoniously dumping the paper on the floor.

You watch as it joins the multitude of textbooks and worksheets that are scattered about.

Fiyero slumps against the bed, tilting his head back to rest on the mattress. "This is hopeless. I'm never going to get it."

You turn your attention back to him, smiling reassuringly. "Sure you will. Don't give up now."

"You have too much faith in me," he replies.

"And you have not enough," you tell him.

He lets out an exasperated sigh in response, covering his face with his hands. You watch him as silence falls between the two of you. It's unfair how he makes being distressed look so good.

A few more seconds of silence pass before Fiyero speaks again. "I just thought of something that might help."

"Oh? What would that be?" you ask.

"A little motivation, that's all," he shrugs, sitting up slightly. "If I pass my midterms, will you let me take you out?"

You raise an eyebrow, slightly amused by his idea. "You mean on a date?"

"Of course," Fiyero smiles. "We can go somewhere proper. A nice dinner or something."

"Right, and we'll just conveniently ignore how we're not allowed to go out at night."

His expression becomes mischievous as he leans closer, "Well, you do remember what I told you at the Ozdust all those weeks ago, don't you?"

You hum in response, catching his drift. So maybe this was one big ploy after all.

"Please?" he asks again, his voice softer. "I'll be good. I promise."

You let out a sigh of your own. Yours is of a different kind of exasperation than Fiyero's. After all, how could you ever say no to that face?

"Alright," you agree, "A date, as long as you pass everything."

He beams brightly, your answer pleasing him more than he's letting on. "Yes, great! Thank you. You won't regret it."

You smile in return and decide not to tell him you would still want to go out with him regardless. Perhaps actually having to work for something might do the prince some good.

He's still grinning as he picks up the linguification paper and dutifully resumes reading it. It's a stark difference from his earlier befuddlement, and you're not sure if he's only pretending to understand or if your agreement to his terms was really the push he needed.

Either way, it meant you could go back to your staring. And with nothing left to do but wait, that's precisely what you do.

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