#I could ramble about this story for hours

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ashes – day 81

jack always looked so soft when he slept.

he had sharp features, sure, maybe mainly that jaw of his; and during his awake hours, you probably wouldn't have described his face as soft. but whenever he dozed off, it was a whole other story. he became a little baby, with his lips slightly parted and a few messy strands falling onto his eyelids. it wasn't too uncommon to hear him talk in his sleep, little mumbles about anything and everything or whispers of your name.

at this moment, you had just come to that same conclusion – he was ethereal, like a dream you were lucky enough to find yourself living in. it was impossible for you to ever predict what was about to come when his chest fell and rose under your hand, steadily and without a worry in the world. you were so busy just watching him that his voice startled you far too much.

"i can feel you staring."

when the surprise wore off and you could breathe again, you smiled ever so slightly and gazed up at his face. "you got a sixth sense or something?" you asked, heart fluttering at the sight of his pretty eyes finally open and connected to yours.

"i know everything when it comes to you." he turned around, now lying on his side and facing you. he reached up to cup your jaw with one hand, thumb skimming over your cheek tenderly before sliding back and brushing through your hair. it didn't take long before his lips were on yours, just a few quick pecks before stopping. "everything, and still not enough." he leaned in again, accidentally bumping his nose against yours on the way, which lead to a fit of giggles leaving your mouth open and ready for him to slip his tongue inside. you let out a little moan as a result, a sound that made all his blood rush south.

for a moment, neither of you moved, just enjoying the feeling of each others' mouths. the kiss was lazy and languid, yet full of affection. his lips were a little chapped at this hour, but you didn't mind; it was like the callouses of his hands, or the hardness of his defined muscles; just very him, a reminder of his rough and rugged edges yet how soft he was in the core. his hands fell down to your waist, tugging you closer until only the thin material of his cotton boxers were separating you.

"i really love having you here, you know?" he mumbled against your lips, his hands slipping beneath his oversized shirt you were currently wearing. "and… i love-"

he was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing. you frowned instinctively, looking over his shoulder at the electronic clock on his bedside table. who would be ringing the doorbell at 8 in the morning? on a saturday?

you both laid still for a little while, hoping that maybe the person would go away once they realized that you weren't going to answer. just a few moments later, though, the bell sounded a couple more times, and jack groaned. "i'll be right back, i guess," he said, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before pushing himself up and out of bed, grabbing a random t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from the floor on his way out.

you tried to listen in on the conversation going on out there, but you were still quite sleepy, and jack accidentally – or intentionally – closed the door slightly behind him, so the sound was muffled. luckily, he came back not too long later.

however, he wore a mildly stressed expression on his face, eyebrows slightly raised and eyes tense. "uh… maybe you should get dressed."

you pushed yourself up a little, leaning back on your elbows as you tried to figure him out. "what? why?" jack stood there silently, searching for his words, and your heartbeat sped up. "who was at the door?"

his chest expanded as he took a deep breath. "my parents."

oh.

now you were wide awake.

"they- they came into town late last night. i told you about that, right? did i not? shit, i forgot about that, didn't i?" he was rambling now, stepping up to next to you, and you placed a hand on his side in hopes of steadying him. "i really was supposed to tell you, i swear. but their plane was delayed, and you came by so late, it was so unplanned, and-"

"breathe, jack." he paused for a moment before obliging, nodding slowly. "it's alright. are they still out there?"

"i kind of promised that i'd take them out for breakfast before they go back to the airport, they're going on vacation somewhere…" he looked genuinely guilty, as if he really felt bad about this whole situation. "and i may have accidentally mentioned that you were here, so they're hoping to meet you, and…"

ah, of course. jack had never before been able to shut up when he's been nervous, so why would you expect it now? "okay," you said, nodding as you rose from bed. "let me just get dressed?"

you picked up your underwear from the night before, though they were in no state to be used again, so jack tossed you a pair of boxers from his drawer. you silently cursed yourself for not bringing any extra clothes with you; as he said, you even coming over had been very impromptu, but there was no way he was going to say no to you asking if you could come by after a night out with your friends. his apartment had been closer than yours, after all, and you hadn't been wanting to pay for a cab all the way home when you could just as well crash at jack's. and, besides, one of your friends had spend half the night telling you about her lovely boyfriend, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been missing jack far too much when it was time to leave.

thus, you had to opt for a hoodie of jack's as well as the smallest pair of sweatpants he owned. you moved into the bathroom, rinsing your mouth in the sink and fixing your bedhead quickly as jack watched over you, seeming almost as nervous as you. only almost, though; the anxiety was just about to make your throat close up and your hands wouldn't stop trembling, even when jack held them in his. you couldn't tell if he was more worried for you or himself, but eventually you made your way together into the living room where his parents sat on the couch.

"mom, dad…"

you recognized jim and ellen from all of the pictures jack had showed you of their family vacations from when he younger. he always spoke of them with so much love and respect; it was easy to tell how important they were to him and how thankful he was to have had them, career wise and life wise.

the way ellen's face lit up as you made eye contact for the first time helped melt away some of your tension, though definitely not all of it. "this is y/n, my…" jack started before trailing off. what was he about to say? how was he going to describe you? what title did he want to give you?

ellen wasted no time jumping off the couch, standing right in front of you in just a second. "hello, dear," she said to cut off the silence, instantly engulfing you in a big hug. "it's really good to meet you!"

you laughed, unsure if it was due to your nerves or actual joy, and hugged her back. "you too," you told her, before moving on to jim who also seemed to want a hug.

"we've wanted jack to find someone for so long, and-" ellen cut herself off to give jack's upper arm a squeeze. "we're just so happy, because he's such a good boy, and you seem like a good girl, and i don't know how serious you two are, but if you're spending the night here-"

too serious, you thought to yourself before you could stop it. way too serious, way too soon.

"mom," jack complained, and you found yourself incapable of saying anything or laughing or even smiling. all muscles of your face were working on their own, impossible to control, and soon your ears left the picture, too. you saw their mouths move, you knew they were talking about you, but it felt like you were somewhere else, not included in the conversation.

when did all of this happen? one day, you were just fooling around in his bed – and now, you were meeting his parents. it felt like you met him just yesterday; like you didn't even know who he was two days ago. and now you were here, standing next to his mother who looked like she was planning your entire wedding in her mind as she spoke.

way too real, way too soon.

‎‎ jack ❤️‍🩹

‎‎ i'm sorry

for what?

‎‎ i can't be your girlfriend

‎‎ i don't even know if that's

‎‎ what you want me to be but

of course i do,

don't be silly

where is this coming from?

‎‎ one missed call from "jack ❤️‍🩹"

pick up the phone

‎‎ two missed calls from "jack ❤️‍🩹"

this isn't funny

answer me

‎‎ five missed calls from "jack"

[whatremained]

actually keep writing reactions i love reading them

and sorry for responding again. i really like this musical and ... just like talking about it when i can.

with you saying that me reading connor as autistic is a real take, i giggle. i mean i believe it, but i haven't heard many other people read him that way, and it's nice to see someone who agrees. and i do also argue a lot the cast is neurodivergent, and i would say... the main three characters we NEED to be focusing on and thinking about throughout the story (evan, zoe, connor), are all autistic.

though the authors grossly say that evan isn't autistic because "he wants friends…" obviously they don't know what autism is. most autistic people WANT friends, just like how most PEOPLE want friends. we're no different. evan… quite literally is read as autistic, not only to neurotypical people, but also neurodivergent people. (so much so that when i attended the show with my brother who had never seen it before, he turned to me after act one and directly asked if evan was autistic. he is neurodivergent, and it wasn’t an insult by the way he worded it and the way he expressed it. 😭) it REALLY sucks that the writers of the show said shit like that, but it doesn’t change how most of the audience perceives evan.

zoe just reads as autistic to me because of her very set mind and how she views the world. also... zoe can come off as bratty at times! and how she acts can be mistaken for genuine brattiness when she's just... trying to make a point, or say something. ex. her sounding pissed when evan was in connor's room, asking him why he was there. she wasn't hurt or anything, she just wanted to know. but it comes off as very sharp and harsh. she definitely does not understand tone and… i also don’t so yk! zoe's potential autistic-coded being so ignored messes me up. "women getting ignored in the mental health field" quota filled with this musical/book's fandom i guess. good lord, zoe is genuinely such an interesting character, and it pains me that she’s just… ignored all the time. it’s the fact that she’s so obviously a main character. i mean in the playbill, at least the one i have… the way the actors are listed, assumably, is by their status as characters, as in… main lead, and leads. and then supporting cast (as well as understudies & such).

(photo evidence of the listed cast lol)

(touring cast of this year. michael fabisch plays evan, hatty ryan king plays zoe, bre cade plays heidi, caitlin sams plays cynthia, alex pharo plays connor, jeff banks plays larry, gabriel vernon nunag plays jared, makena jackson plays alana… the rest are understudies & the voices we hear when social media posts appear. this… order objectively makes sense for character appearances imo. zoe is… in a bunch of the story and is a very important character. just rambling here though.)

zoe is a character that has a huge story in the show and… she’s ignored because??? idk? she’s a woman? and people in this fandom don’t care about women it seems!

i could go on for HOURS about connor because his symptoms really replicate mine, and it's VERY easy for me to point out, but i'll give my small little rant. from the very start, described by evan in the book, he knew connor from previous classes as children. obviously they were never close, but he saw him in grade school. he describes just knowing connor as basically the kid who… cried a lot. now crying a ton isn’t a neurotypical vs neurodivergent thing. it happens to both kinds of people. but the reason for crying may lead to the realization of “oh! this character might be autistic!”. for connor, as a younger child, we see the cause in one story for why connor may have cried a lot in school. this is the infamous “mrs g” story mentioned in the musical. he cried and got angry because he wasn’t line leader that day, mostly because of the fact he WAS supposed to be line leader that day, and the fact he wasn’t subverted his expectations. for a lot of autistic people, and for me, when things don’t go routinely, they tend to get upset. it’s smart to assume the crying would come from that, feeling overwhelmed day after day.

honest to god; i was going to type a lot more after this but i have about no energy to. my shortest explanation is read the book, connor’s parts. explains a LOT on why i think he’s autistic. i could probably tell you more later but i don’t want this ramble to sit in my drafts for five weeks so.

i also see how people could argue that alana & jared are autistic, but there’s the fact that we don’t really get to hear from them as characters all that much, so we can’t full determine it from there.

but alana i will go out and say, yes, she probably has autism. like her character really reads as autistic person trying their hardest to mask but kind of just… failing somewhat?

jared…? idk. he’s… i could care less man. i don’t want to analyze that asshole more than i have to. i can see the point people try and make with jared, and i can go “sure! yeah!” but. i don’t want to talk about him. he’s the bane of my existence i swear.

anyways yeah that was my little autism ramble i. am so sick and tired of typing rn 🙏

[soft4gguk]

Miss tessa, care to share what started or inspired you to write tbah? :)

I literally remember everything I did the day I sat down and wrote that very first chapter. I am that intense about this story!! lmao. I feel like the whole day served as inspiration! I was laying by the sun and it was a really hot summer day and it was kinda lazy and slow too... and I remember my mom and my aunt talking about motherhood. and now my mom had me twenty some years ago, but my aunt had my little cousin a couple of years back so she was still very much new to being a mom. and they were just... talking about what it was like. and sharing advice. and also talking about the hardships. I wasn't really in the conversation, mostly just listening, and that's the magic of silence because the first chapter just came to me suddenly. I couldn't get out of there fast enough!! and I ran to my computer and started writing. I had no idea where the story would go from there but I wrote chapter one because I felt like nothing else mattered (this is my favourite thing about writing). and so afterwards the story started growing arms and legs, if you will hehe. and the inspiration after that was the season, I guess. idk. I just remember the first chapters coming to me after a long day of being in the sun, or by the sea. maybe it has nothing to do with the plot in itself, but tbah has always felt like summer to me. anyways!! thanks for this question it was so cool to answer. ilu <333 xo

[sleepymaven]

HSR: Halovians' Halos

My Headcanon/Idea About Halovian Halos

Alright, let's get into it!

So, halovians' halos are not attached to their heads, as we already know and can see clearly with Robin.

Robin with her halo clearly removed from her head to disguise herself.

We can also see in Robin's trailer that they can shine their halos, like gold and any other metal.

Robin getting her halo shined for the cameras. Courtesy of our beloved Sunday ♡

So, this got me thinking. What if the halos are just pieces of metal?

Thinking about it some more, no matter how you look at it, there could be no way they are born with metal hovering over their heads, right? Whether they hatch from an egg or come out live from their mother, it would theoretically be impossible.

Unless, somehow it sprouts up after they are born, this just wouldn't work from a biological standpoint.

So... what if their parents make their halos for them after they are born?

It could be a sentimental and special experience crafting and welding the metal for their new child together, gifting it to them once they are born so they can keep it with them for their whole life.

It would explain why they are removable, can be cleaned and polished, and would add a nice sentimental touch to every halovians' unique halo as it would have been painstakingly crafted from their parents.

This could also add a sort of angst element if you were to create a halovian character without a halo or just with a plain halo.

It could mean that they were abandoned or their parents did not put much care or time into their child and that would be reflected more outwardly that way.

Perhaps a lack of halo could also signify a halovian going against their heritage and abandoning their family themselves. After all, what better way to shun your parents then to rid yourself of the one special gift they gave to you to remember them by?

Omg, I love this thought of mine! I'm so proud of myself here for thinking this up at like 2 in the morning! This is one of my best thoughts I've dreamt up in a hot minute. :3

[sonicvoid]

Hey so about horror games that permanently warp your fuckin world for a couple months without ever elaborating? Yeah.

[glitter-andgold]

After not doing so for years, I've started writing again and had totally forgotten how much I enjoy it?? And since Saw X is permanently on the brain I'm tempted to write a Valentina survives and becomes an apprentice AU (I know it's probably pretty self indulgent AU since she's arguably more a side character but I LOVE her so much and am very set on the fact she beat her trap so idc haha)

[headroom-moods]

When you realize it, Tim was never the other woman— it always has been Lucy.

[nono-uwu]

So for no reason at all (/hj) i feel like i should clarify that whenever I shit on ons or any of it's characters or even the story or artstyle it's never meant as a genuine attack on kagami or yamamoto because, despite everything, I still adore ons (hell, i can't stfu about it and want to see it become better). Part of my humor is exegerating things to an unnecessary degree for comedic effect lol

Seeing the story and artstyle go certain directions is offputting at first and since i usually just dump my inital thoughts on a chapter and then dip, it doesn't come off that i end up rolling with the punches.

If you really hate where the manga is going then, idk, don't bother reading? Plenty of people enjoy stuff without full knowledge of said stuff, nothing is stopping you from ignoring the current story and only focusing on the parts you like. I mean, I don't care about mikayuu and thus only mention them when they are shoved in my face via the chapters

Hell, if you're anything like me you've made your own version of the story! And if that makes you enjoy ons more (it does for me) all the more power to you!

[dawdlecentric]

Man, this doujin isn't fucking around

Meanwhile, Seikuri in the background...

Doujin: Flashbackers by Totobe

[festaventurine]

"The one that protected Uma Musume from perversion, Nexon's Blue Archive"

this post gets it

[anxiously-sidequesting]

So I've been Sinning because I've been making posts on Malorn and Duncan individually but I don't think I ever really touched up on how their relationship with EACH OTHER would be and that's literally the most traumatizing thing I can think of for either of them

This is like, moreso purely speculation and 🌈 imagination🌈 anyways because I don't think there's like any canon material on the two of them interacting and their arcs and backstories are as small as bacteria in the first place but literally those two on their own could have their own fucking show with how much UNTAPPED STORYLINE that can come out of "Borderline child prodigy forced into and struggling with important position" Malorn and "Troubled child with undiscussed emotional issues and a jealousy complex borne from said position" Duncan

Idk about any type of interaction or relationship these two might have had before Malistaire became the Joker, but I can imagine there's ALREADY some type of rivalry (at LEAST one sided) between two guys in the same school in the same class, one of them is blatantly better than the other at everything they do and it's not the guy who says he is. (Like, idek how Malorn himself feels about him being the best in his class, but from what we've seen he doesn't brag about, mislead, or exaggerate about it like Duncan does. And the insane thing is Malorn AT LEAST would have a BASIS on his claims and attitude even if he was being a jerk about it)

But the thing is, Malorn back then as a regular student would not have been in any position to be up close and personal with Duncan in any meaningful way during school hours. Like they're classmates, at best they get grouped on a project together, but Malorn and Duncan being together would not be required and important until AFTER Malistaire dips and Malorn is now Duncan's PROFESSOR. Now in a totally more complicated and intimate way than before, Malorn and Duncan HAVE to interact with each other, speak and work with each other because now Malorn is the new Death teacher and he has to handle the brunt of Duncan's education and progress. GIRLS YOU NEED TO READ THAT LAST PART AGAIN BECAUSE THAT IS SO IMPORTANT!!!!!!!

Malorn and Duncan literally CANNOT escape each other if they wanted to do their jobs (good, unbiased educator and student still receiving education respectively). Yeah they may not be like, personal tutor and student but Duncan is in MALORN'S class now, and just that position alone puts a type of pressure on both of them to still maintain their respective roles and civility while dealing with the person who Does Not Make You Happy on a more personal level than before. That sucks actually

Like, Duncan couldn't even lie to Malorn about how "well" he's doing in Death class when he can SEE his papers. Duncan can't hide his grades papers from his professor, Duncan is no longer able to pull the wool over Malorn's eyes like he does with EVERYONE ELSE. Duncan already had some type of issues with being second best, but imagine one of the people that was threatening Duncan's spot as first place becomes his superior. His superior that can SEE that Duncan is in fact, not the best. Duncan can't even PRETEND that Malorn isn't better than him anymore because it's been proven, when Malorn was made Professor instead of him, and Malorn himself now has an inside view of Duncan's insincerity. What little ""power"" Duncan thought he had was now ALL taken away from him

AND THEN MALORN DOESN'T HAVE IT MUCH BETTER, because here's this little shit that just seems to hate him for no reason???? Idk if Malorn ever knew about Duncan bragging about himself or his jealousy of him in general before Malistaire left, but whether or not he did before he most likely knows NOW. With his new position and him having to care for Duncan as a student rather than a peer, now suddenly Malorn is in Duncan's DIRECT line of fire and he has no wiggle room to step aside or remove himself because in order for Malorn to be a good teacher *he has to be there for Duncan*. He no longer has the luxury to just "ignore" Duncan or even put him in his place if that's what he really wanted, because now Malorn has to be a certain type of responsible and not abandon or get into fights with students that give him any issues (looking at you Malistaire and Mabrose 😒)

Yeah ofc Malorn could always discipline Duncan or smth but what's the use if this one student is just adamant on causing issues? It seems like Duncan has more of a 'hands off' type of technique when trying to get what he wants (using other people to finish his homework for him), but it's super easy to imagine Duncan just doing little or petty things to undermine Malorn's authority in any way he can. Nothing evil but just like challenging or questioning Malorn's lessons during class, mouthing off whenever he can, things that are used to blow off steam and stick it to Malorn in what little way he can definitely sounds like some shit Duncan would do. And what are you supposed to do when this kid, someone who is YOUR AGE but is still essentially supposed to be listening to YOU, is lashing out at you and disrupting class every chance he gets? Discipline him for the hundredth time?

Imagine how this grates on Malorn's nerves how on top of everything else, on top of everyone else already being jumpy and snippy around him, in addition to his entire lifestyle being turned around, even with his tutor and someone he looked up to betraying him in the worst way, even with ALL OF THAT, this *ooooooone* person decides to go out of their way to continuously punish you for it. Malorn is doing his job, what he's expected of no matter how unfair or tiring or unrewarding it may be, and he is being persecuted by someone for a job *he never even asked for*.

Malorn did not plan or hope for ANY of this to happen. Yeah being a Professor sounds cool and shit at first glance but like I've said once before Malorn at that time is still like 12 years old and the change is so absolutely sudden and jarring that Malorn couldn't have even possibly PREPARED for this situation. Whether or not Malorn is actually good at his job now does not push aside the fact that Malorn may not have even WANTED to be in that job in the first place!! We have no way of knowing if Malorn was seriously like "man I wish I was a teacher right now" at ANY point of his life, but it's safe to say he most likely DID NOT because Malorn was never flaunting or showcasing his talent to everyone like Duncan was!! Perhaps the one person who wants this THE LEAST is being unfairly judged by the person who wanted it THE MOST

AND THAT ^^^^^^^ is getting to the core of this Malorn VS. Duncan thing going on here. Two opposites, two extremes that are forced together unwillingly and they're both unnecessarily suffering for it.

And at the end, when The Wizard is trying to do shit and Duncan pops up like "aaayyyy 🤪🖕" and is defeated in 2 seconds, how does that affect them both? Does Malorn ever like, know this about Duncan? Did Duncan even graduate before he was manipulated into a literal cult?

Imagine how messed up Malorn would feel if he ever found out. Would he take it personally, even though none of it was his fault? Would he still FEEL that it was his fault, that the one person who hated him sooo much it became the catalyst to his downfall? Would Malorn feel responsible for Duncan and all the hurt he's caused and all the hurt he's felt even though he shouldn't?

And the saddest part is even if Malorn did suffer any type of way from knowing how Duncan turned out to be, his responsibilities wouldn't leave him that much time to mourn before he had to go back to work. The saddest part is that even though Duncan was told over and over that he was alone and that nobody cared for him, he had Malorn by his side the entire time more than willing to support him. Their relationship is so interesting to me because it's so tragic and multifaceted when ultimately things could have been at least moderately better if the world hadn't let them both down

[nooly]

i am OBSESSED with tiny glade!! here is the crazy weird little city i build based on the daily promt "sun temple"

[naomiknight-17]

The Uber driver who took us home from the vet today ended up hearing all about Billi's situation because I couldn't stop crying and he asked what was wrong

(Dude you picked us up from the vet and we have an empty carrier take a wild guess)

And he told us he used to have a Labrador retriever, who was a very good and loyal dog, and when his dog died, he couldn't eat or sleep for three days due to the grief. Because of how painful it was, he'll never have a pet again

And he's not the first person I've met who feels that way. I have a close friend who, after losing two cats and a rabbit, decided she just didn't want pets anymore

And I get it, sort of. Losing Billi is the most painful thing I've been through in a long long time. But it's worth it for every moment of love and joy she brought us. It's worth it to know that we gave the best home we could to a cat who was difficult and otherwise unwanted.

I've always had a cat. My parents adopted their first cat when mom was pregnant with me. Dad named her after Scat Cat from the Aristocats. He probably didn't think that through. She was a grumpy girl but had her sweet moments. She lived to be 18. She was family. I got my first cat who was really mine, and not just the family cat, when I was around 11. Her name was Pooky, another name I had no choice in. Then there was Pepper and Lulu and Cookie and then Lulu had kittens and we kept Mackenzie then Maggie and Billi then finally our current cats; Pekoe, Leon and Tim

And each loss was devastating in its own way, but I cannot imagine my life without all these wonderful cats having been part of it. My mom's kitchen feels so empty now that Billi isn't there. A whole house without cats? I don't know how I could live in it

Our person-to-cat ratio is currently 4-3 and it feels wrong. There should be at least one cat per person. But I will wait and grieve and eventually the universe will send another cat my way. It always does.

[pokemonruby]

nintendo randomly dropping that a zelda movie has been in development for years smack dab in the middle of a tuesday afternoon was definitely not on my bingo chart holy shit

[pagesofkenna]

Just said "sheesh, Kenna, you're the smartest person I know" out loud while reading your tags on the FMA Truth and Ed's atheism post. Then I realized that Indiana probably doesn't care as much for this information as you might lolol

honestly i'd originally written a really annoying ramble about gods in fiction under that post and now i'm so glad i deleted it to write that much more succinct breakdown of my thoughts on the matter

[lambsquatch]

I really wanna talk about how iconic telltale game soundtracks are

I overlooked this kinda stuff a lot as a kid, but music is a VERY important part of storytelling in things like games, shows and movies. the background music can really set the tone of a scene, and can effect the way a viewer feels in that moment.

I think one thing telltale always did INCREDIBLY well was the music in their games. the most memorable one for me was minecraft story mode. the witherstorm theme is fucking fantastic, the way the song builds up reflects the dread viewers feel as the monster gets bigger and tears chunks from the ground. and that’s just the most popular of the tracks from the first game. that’s the one everybody remembers. but the first and second seasons have so many great tracks that make you feel so much.

some of my favorite songs on that ost are the more somber ones. no more creepers, lapis lazuli, dome of concentration, just kids. it’s definitely different for everyone, but those 4 songs are somehow always able to make me feel way more than they should. lapis lazuli always brings me back to when I was just a kid who wanted to share that cookie with lukas. it reminds me of things changing as I grew up, and trying to hang onto any sense of normalcy. just kids will always make me think back on the things I lost, it will always get me emotional in my reminiscing. dome of concentration makes me think of what I could be, of the endless potential of the world. and no more creepers will always make me remember those good moments I had as a kid, and how even if they’ve past, they will always be special. they shaped me into who I am today.

thats how a couple very well put together tracks make me feel. it’s absolutely amazing how music works, and I will DIE applauding the mcsm ost for how phenomenal it is.