#all hats are weird and so no hats are weird

[bytemee]

extra content (chapter eight) | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — YU JIMIN.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — read chapter eight before this, social media only chap, my silly humour, youtube & twitter themed, suggestive jokes, and let me know if there's more.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 1.9k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— um tried something different

taglist (open) — @sunshinez4 @gtfoiydlyj @yuyuy90 @liaponderstings @rinapomu @bimkayd @minaripenguu

series masterlist. main masterlist. chapter eight.

Y/N in Milan | PRADA S/S 2025 Womenswear Show behind

1.1M views | 367.2k likes | Nov 20, 2024

[the vlog begins]

(about to get on the plane headed to milan)

the camera focuses on your face as you wait in line to board the plane, headphones slung around your neck, a hat pulled low over your head. you're standing there, feeling a little bit in awe of how far you've come. "guess what popped into my head today?" you say, tilting your head toward the lens with a small smile.

"i thought about my first world tour and all of a sudden i was just like... am i getting old?" you laugh a little, shaking your head. "the world tour for she was over four years ago, and i was so young, but it feels like only yesterday."

(nostalgia creeping in)

"it's crazy, right? time flies by so fast, and you don't even realize how much has changed until you stop and think about it. i mean, a lot has happened in the last four years."

the line starts moving, and you take a step forward, thoughts floating through your mind. it's wild to think about how much has changed in just a few years—things you used to only dream about are happening now, and it all feels like it came out of nowhere.

(fond)

"but i guess it's normal, isn't it? to look back at your younger self and see how much you've changed, or how much you haven't."

[cut scene]

(need to board the plane soon)

"it's crazy," you say, chuckling and shaking your head, "i'm nervous to take off my hat," the line is getting shorter and shorter, and you are closer and closer to boarding the plane. "it's surprise under here. you'll see it soon enough when i'm all the way in milan," the line moves, and you follow suit, throwing up a peace sign.

(*^-^)V

[cut scene]

(stepping off the plane, arriving in milan)

the camera catches you walking through the airport, your energy high as you adjust your bag over your shoulder. "okay, milan, let's do this," you say, looking around as you walk. "i feel like i've missed you more than you've missed me probably," the camera is now facing you as you walk, your voice slightly shaky from the plane ride.

(excited)

"we're here in milan for prada's 2025 womenswear show. im pretty excited, i've been to a few menswear and womenswear shows before, and they're always so unique. each year is just something new, and i'm happy that i'm able to go."

(smiling so hard it's starting to hurt)

"okay, where's the nearest gelato shop?"

[cut scene: you holding a gelato cone, the camera zooming in on the treat.]

"this is literally the best thing i've ever tasted. like, what the...flip." you say, taking another lick of the gelato. the camera is still trained on the gelato, and you laugh at the zoom-in, moving the camera to face you again. "we should stop this," you say, laughing, "it's getting a bit weird, isn't it?"

(still eating gelato, a bit of chocolate at the corner of y/n's mouth)

(is completely oblivious)

(manager is cruel for not telling her)

"milan's gelato is next level, and i'm not even exaggerating," you say, holding up the cone like it's a prized trophy. "this is literally heaven in a cone. like, i could live here and eat this every single day, no problem."

the camera shifts to focus on the gelato, chocolate starting to drip down the side, a messy but beautiful masterpiece.

"i'm not kidding, this might inspire a song," you say, almost to yourself, eyes glued to the cone. "seriously, i'm thinking about writing something. i mean, look at it. how could i not?"

(is very serious)

(the chocolate is still on her face)

softly, you start singing under your breath, voice low and smooth: "i see you when i sleep at night. dwibakkwin natgo bam... you know i dream you, right?"

your eyes flutter closed for a moment as you take another bite, the melody lingering in the air. the camera pans back to your face, chocolate smudged at the corner of your mouth. your eyes suddenly pop open, and you grin wide, realizing what you've just done.

"oh, whoops. i think i just leaked an unreleased song," you say with zero regret, your smile growing wider. behind the camera, jamie groans dramatically.

"it's called 'gelato,'" you announce, licking the cone confidently as the camera zooms in on your face. "don't even think about stealing the title, i mean it."

(a few minutes later)

"okay, real talk, this might be the best thing i've eaten," you pause, contemplating. "or at least top three. yeah, definitely top three." the camera pans down to your now-empty cone as you lick the melted chocolate off your fingers, clearly satisfied.

you toss the cone into a nearby trash bin, wiping your hands on a napkin. "and now, i'm officially ready for the show." with a playful grin, you throw up two peace signs.

V(￣∇￣)V

[cut scene to hotel room]

the camera opens to your hotel room, a perfect blend of cozy luxury, with sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. you're perched in front of a vanity, dressed in a fluffy white robe, while your team is already in full swing. one stylist adds the finishing touches to your makeup, blending highlighter along your cheekbones, while another carefully adjusts your wig—its blonde strands so flawless, it looks like you were born with them.

(dun dun dun)

(hair reveal!!!)

you smile into the mirror as the hair stylist combs through the strands, adding a few pins here and there. you turn to look at the camera, eyes bright and smile wide, the most natural expression ever.

(still feeling out the new color)

"so, we've reached the big reveal, haven't we?" you say, your fingers lightly run through your hair.

[cut scene: quick photoshoot before leaving the hotel]

the next part of the vlog shows a mini-photoshoot happening right in the hotel lobby. there's a portable backdrop and a couple of lights set up, nothing too fancy, but it gets the job done. you're standing in front of it, fully in your outfit now, looking like you just walked out of a magazine.

you move through a bunch of easy poses—hands in your pockets, leaning slightly to the side, tilting your head a little. at one point, you flash a grin, and it feels so natural it might've been unplanned. the photographer keeps snapping away, hyping you up with stuff like, "that's perfect!" and "just one more shot!"

(a quick spin to show off the fit)

you even throw in a little playful spin, laughing because you almost trip, but it ends up looking cool in the footage.

after a few more photos, you call it a wrap, giving the camera a peace sign before heading out the door.

[cut scene: arriving at the event]

the scene cuts to the outside of the car as it pulls up to the event. the second the door cracks open, you hear it—the screams. like, actual screams.

you step out, looking cool but trying not to trip on the way. you adjust your jacket, give the crowd a little smile, and wave. then you wave again. and again. and again, because everywhere you turn, people are shouting your name.

(camera flashes everywhere)

you pause on the red carpet, cameras clicking furiously as you strike a few poised yet approachable poses. you remain composed, but inside, your heart is beating wildly. it doesn't matter how many red carpets you walk, there's something about the excitement, the anticipation, that makes you want to jump out of your skin.

[cut scene: entering the showroom]

the camera follows you as you step into the showroom, and immediately, it's like you've walked into another world. everything feels grand—high ceilings, soft lighting that makes everything look like a movie, and rows of perfectly set chairs with the runway in the middle.

but before you even get a second to take it all in, the cameras are back.

(flashes everywhere again)

photographers are everywhere, snapping pics like it's a competition. you're barely two steps inside, but they already want your attention. you try not to blink, but the flashes are so intense, and they won't stop going off.

(finally got seated) (is just happy to sit for a second)

the camera catches you pulling your phone up, using it as a makeshift mirror while your tongue pokes out in concentration.

(silver-haired y/n, inspecting their look) (not sure yet?)

"it looks better in person," you mutter, mostly to yourself, a small smile tugging at your lips. the silver strands are a bold choice, but it fits. the color looks like it was made for you, and the way the strands catch the light makes your head shimmer.

"it's a change," you admit with a soft laugh, tilting your head as if that'll give you a better view. "but i like it. plus, it's temporary, so no pressure, right?"

[cut scene: still fixing your hair]

a few seconds later, you're back at it, smoothing down the flyaways.

[cut scene: and again]

this time, you frown slightly, brushing the strands down with more focus.

"she'd yell at me if she saw this," you joke quietly, clearly talking about your stylist.

(camera catches y/n looking very serious about this hair thing)

after one last adjustment, you sit back and sigh, smoothing your outfit while flashing the camera an exaggerated frown.

[cut scene]

you stop fussing with your hair, finally sitting back in your seat, waiting for the show to start. you look around, taking in the glamorous atmosphere of the showroom—people chatting, cameras flashing, and everyone looking polished and chic.

as you scan the room, your eyes meet Karina's for a split second. you freeze, almost caught off guard, before quickly looking away, your heart rate picking up a bit. you pause for a second, remembering where you are and the eyes on you.

(AESPAS KARINA 💙💙💙)

with a soft smile, you look back at her, offering a small wave and saying, "hey."

she smiles back, motioning to the camera behind you. you follow her cue and turn the camera with a small smile on your face.

^_^

picking up your your seat indicator card, the one with your name on it, you pose with it like it's the most natural thing in the world.

(so photogenic)

(so natural)

(no awkwardness here)

(just a very cool and talented musician)

[cut scene] the show starts, and you're just sitting back, soaking it all in. the lights dim, the music kicks in, and models start strutting down the runway in all kinds of crazy cool outfits. it's all so surreal, and you can't help but smile, staring at everything happening in front of you.

you pull out your phone, snapping a few pics and trying to keep up with everything without looking like a total tourist.

(snapping a few pictures)

you glance at the camera once more, shrugging a little as if to say, "what can i say, this is really cool."

[cut scene: after the show]

the show's done, and you're walking out of the showroom, still buzzing from the experience. fans are all lined up outside, screaming and waving, and you make sure to wave back, giving them the attention they deserve.

(still waving and smiling)

you blow a few kisses and throw up a peace sign, grinning the entire time.

you keep waving, your energy infectious, and soon, everyone around you is doing the same.

(is so kind to everyone)

(so grateful)

[cut scene]

cut to you, now back in your hotel room, finally alone. you sit down in front of the mirror, letting out a small sigh as you brush your hand through your hair that was now your natural hair color.

(a quiet moment)

"today was a long day," you admit, letting your hands fall in your lap. it was so cool though," you add, nodding. "the glasses and the accessories were just—so cool. and the way they used metal in the outfits? it was everything. so futuristic but still wearable, you know?"

you start to get more excited, gesturing with your hands as you talk. "there were so many different elements used, like a mix of hard and soft textures. so many contrasts, but it all worked together. definitely one of the most fun shows I've ever watched."

(knock knock knock)

you jump a little, pausing, then quickly add, "i'll head out now, bye." you give the camera a small wave.

[end of video]

series masterlist. main masterlist. chapter eight.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

bunny i think grumpy sam being in a situation where he has to interact with other parents would be so funny

PAIRING: teen dad!sam monroe

FLUFF ❦

Sam hated this. The daycare, to be exact. The fluorescent lights. The sound of a hundred tiny voices screeching at once.

He moved fast since his ears caught the sharp music of the school's bell ring. It only took him minutes to finally go through the day-care's door building. Power-walking through the hallway, he had his hoodie up with hands shoved in his pockets, trying to find and squeeze himself out of people's way to Vinnie's 'classroom' before some overly enthusiastic daycare worker would try to make eye contact with him.

“Thammy!”

His head snapped up just in time to see Vinnie wobbling towards him, little arms already wide open, cheeks rosy from running around all day and giggling his little lungs out.

Sam quickly composed himself and kneeled, scooping up the toddler by his armpits. “Hey, dude.” He eyes the toddler, noticing the glitter on his chubby hands. “What the hell happened to you?”

Vinnie gibbered excitedly, half-English, half-baby talk Sam had no idea of, before wiggling in Sam’s hold. He clearly was thrilled about something, and Sam’s about to ask what—

Then he hears them.

“—Oh! That must be him!”

Sam stiffened.

Slowly, he turns his head. And here they are. His nightmare, his hell on earth - other, too extravert, parents. Thankfully there were only two of them. Both well-dressed, smiling, suspiciously normal. A woman in a beige coat clutched a tiny backpack, and next to her, a man in dad sneakers was adjusting his daughter’s pink hat. Both of them were looking directly at Sam.

He hated this even more.

The woman stepped forward, beaming. “You must be Vinnie’s brother!”

Sam blinked.

…his what?

“Oh, Carter talks about him all the time,” the dad chimed in, grinning at Vinnie as he patted his daughter’s head. “They played together today, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” The little girl—Carter, apparently—nodded shyly, peeking at Vinnie from behind her dad’s leg.

Vinnie, on the other hand, waved his tiny glitter-covered hand. GIGGLING. Sam cleared his throat, adjusting him on his hip. “Uh. I’m—”

“Oh, you two look so alike!” the woman gushed, continuing her abnormal talk. “Same eyes, same hair—”

“Yeah, that’s—”

“It’s so sweet of you to pick him up every day! You must be such a helpful big brother.”

…Okay, that’s enough.

Sam inhaled sharply, trying not to physically combust. “Yeah, uh—not his brother.”

Both parents blink in utter confusion.“Oh?”

“I’m his dad.”

Silence.

The couple stared.

Sam stared back while vinnie, oblivious to the tension, happily smacked his chubby hand against Sam’s face, leaving a handprint of glitter in it's awake.

Finally, the dad was brave enough to clear his throat and stop this judgmental, weird silence. “Oh! Oh. Wow. I—” He laughed awkwardly. “That’s… that’s great!”

The woman, still processing, looked at her husband in, what Sam read was, confusion before she plastered on a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. “Oh, well! That’s wonderful. We just assumed, because, well… you’re so young, and—”

Sam mentally checked out. Turning his back to the couple, he rolled his eyes at them. Ugh, he should have just sent his mom to pick up vinnie. He wouldn't have to deal with this shit. Sam crouched down, carefully shoving Vinnie’s feet into tiny sneakers, nodding along as the woman kept nervously rambling.

“—but that’s amazing! Really! You must be very mature for your age.”

Sam snorted. Yeah, sure. That’s one way to put it.

Finally, Vinnie was dressed. Sam, grabbing Vinnie's little backpack, scooped him up right back, nodding once and for the last time. “Cool. Well. We’re gonna go.”

“Oh! Of course!” The dad nodded quickly. “Nice to meet you!”

The woman waved enthusiastically at Vinnie. “Bye, sweetheart!”

Vinnie only clapped his little hands in response. Giggles leaving his wide opened mouth while Sam just walked away. Fast. Faster than he should have probably. The second he stepped outside, he let out a long, exhausted breath, as if he was holding inside his lungs all the air from the situation.

“Dude.” He shook his head. “I’m never doing that again.”

Vinnie just leaned against his shoulder, content as ever, to which Sam rolled his eyes. “Glad one of us had a good time.”

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[stuckontheflipside]

Finalized* (not really) my designs for the Flipside Crew, so here they are all lined up! Dave should be taller but this is otherwise pretty much height accurate.

Annotated/individual versions of each also

guess who my favourite characters are i bet you cant tell/j

Transcript of the notes below the cut

Jack --

-> Eyebrow slit...

-> Eyebags...

-> Springlock & Misc scars

-> Doggy nose

-> Nightguard shoulderpads

-> Basic nametag

Dave --

-> Big ol ears

-> Big ol eyes

-> Bunny nose

-> Sharp teeth!

-> Nasty messy hair

-> Surgery & Springlock scars

-> Tie stolen from Steven

-> Nametag reads "Dave Miller / Co-Founder"

-> Fazbunker key

-> Weird claw-esqe fingers, also long arms

-> Fabric from Jacks old uniforms

-> Scales

-> Fat fucking tail in case you didn't notice

-> Sharp ass shoes and also heels

Dee --

-> Crest like owl

-> Big hat!!

-> Big ruffle yay!

-> Bells Everywhere

-> Classic clown red & blue

-> No idea why but fun cape thing

-> Buttons

-> Ribbons! (+ more bells)

-> More ruffles

-> Big Claws

-> Dumb little jester shoes

Steven --

-> Glasses... blind ass

-> "Eye"bag(s?)

-> Sun & Moon charms yay

-> Crack in head (from Peter)

-> Fox-ear manager tag

-> Tie uses same red as head

-> So Much Gold

-> Not visible but prosthetic hands/forearms (Ruler of Everything reference...)

-> Red lining... same shade as head

-> Long ass tail

-> Three-pronged tail!

-> Funny little tailcoat curls (also more gold)

-> Also not visible but lower legs are prosthetic too

-> Heels...

Peter --

-> Bandaged handset; would likely break w/out

-> "Eye"bag (again)

-> Fox-eared manager tag also

-> Springlock scars

-> Metal plating holding him together

-> Claw mark from Steven

-> Shorter tail

-> Two prongs!!

[inkybitt]

♥︎ Good graces part one ♥︎

pete dinunzio x fem reader

(♪ Boy it's not that complicated

you should stay in my good graces! ♪)

♡-Summary: You decided to participate by passing out assignments then you see this boy who stands out to you

♡-Genre: Fluff (sfw)

♡- Warnings: none (part two might have a warning)

♡- Notes: hope you guys enjoy this first part there will be a second part and I’m currently working on that right now :D

—☆

You hear your alarm ring, and it's time to get ready! You do ur everyday routine, you put on your everyday signature makeup look. You mostly wear concealer, mascara, blush, and nude color lipliner with clear lipgloss on top.

You pick out your outfit, which is a black cami top and your pants were low-rise flared jeans with a wash-off color, and put on some Converse after you apply your “Marc Jacobs daisy ”perfume to your collarbone and you’re ready to go to school.

———

Time skipped, and you're in your fourth-period chemistry class.

"All right, we will be doing a worksheet for today." The teacher announces,"

You hate chemistry class. It's so boring, and half of the class is quiet, so it's very awkward.

“Would anyone like to pass out the worksheets to the class for extra credit?" The teacher asked the class

You raise your hand “I'll pass them over" and decide to pass them out, not like you wanted to. You aren't doing the best in that class, so extra credit might help the grade.

———

Time skips and you have one last worksheet to hand out, and you see this boy with a buzz cut, but it's hidden due to his backward red hat.

He's wearing a casual outfit his shirt with a skull on it, what stands out the most is his acne and his unibrow but you didn't care much

He seems worn out, but when you walk to his desk and give him the worksheet, his facial expression changes, and he seems to check you out. Mostly looking at your top, You just gave him the worksheet and sat back down in your seat trying to ignore that guy. You kept on thinking about him either way

———

Time skipped and school ended, and you saw your friend walk up to you.

"Hey y/n how was school?" You’re friend asked

"Oh, it was good, but something weird happened in 4th period."

"What happened?"

Your friend sounded a little bit confused because of the way you sound

"Well, there was this guy, and he was checking me out. Well, at least I think so?"

"Oh my goodness, Do you know his name?" Your friend sounds excited to know who it is.

"Well, that's the thing I don't know his name."

You tried your best to explain his appearance then your friend gave you a gross-out look.

"Oh... uh yeah I have seen him around before, with his little friend group down the hall.. but his group reeks, I think I have a class with one of his friends"

She sounds a bit disgusted "Don't tell me you like HIM right.?"

You kept quiet after she said that, you hadn't thought about finding him attractive, but you thought he was a bit cute

"Look honey if you find him cute that's on you, but I'm just saying…" She does support you no matter who you like, but she was a bit unsure about this guy

After your friend walks you home you walk straight to your room and just start on some missing assignments but you can’t stop thinking about him and you think to yourself

*what if I just talk to him and see what he’s like?*

you put your assignment away then get on your bed and decide to sleep on it

————

It is the next day and you finish your daily morning routine (shower, makeup, etc) and pick out your outfit which is a black sleeve off-the-shoulder top with low-rise baggy jeans with a washed-off color and put on your converses,

you decide to wear a bit extra accessories today, so you wear silver mini hoop earrings with a sliver-locked necklace then you decide to apply “Paco Rabanne Fame” perfume just to have an intense scent

Time skips and you were late for 4th period so you had to go to the cafeteria to get a late pass,

as soon as you walked into the class you made eye contact with Pete, you did start to blush a little and he tried to act like he wasn’t the first one looking at you,

you noticed his “Texas chainsaw massacre” shirt, you like horror movies as well!! Maybe you will talk to him.

After 4th period you got up and started looking for him luckily he wasn’t with his friends so you walked up to him

“Hey I like your shirt,” you said

hopefully, you don't sound too awkward

“Oh thanks” he said trying to act cold

———

Pete thought to himself *what does she know about horror..* he’s not used to seeing girls with the same  interest 

———

“Well, do you mostly like horror movies?” You asked

Pete stayed quiet for a bit

“Yeah I mostly like the classics” he sounds a bit uninterested

“Oh, that's nice like what??” You asked

“Mostly like Dracula and some zombie stuff”

Does he think you’re weird? You started to get a bit scared

———

Pete was trying to keep his cool although he was freaking out a bit he’s not used to talking to girls especially attractive girls

*damn why does she keep on talking, I’m not THAT interesting* he thought

(Pete noticed your scent but didn’t say anything trying to keep his cool instead)

———

Later on, you were waiting for your friend at the same spot then she ran up to you

“OH MY GOSH Y/N” your friend seems very excitedand enthusiastic 

“Dude what's with you?? Why are you so excited” you asked

“Don’t act like I don't know!! I saw you talking to your man” she teased



“Ugh I’m just trying to be nice but he doesn’t seem interested” Your friend noticed how disappointed you sounded

“Hey don’t worry about it. There are always other days. Maybe today wasn’t his day.” You felt a little bit better after she said that

“But I’m a bit scared. What if he’s just not that into me”

Your friend gave you an annoyed look

“Come on look at him. He would date you. Just talk to him more”

———

When Pete was walking home he thought about y/n

*what's with that girl?* he was a bit confused*

*I mean she's pretty cute but she does talk a lot..*

Pete attempts to get you off of his mind but he can't he just keeps thinking about you and small details about you (your face, your outfit, and your perfume which stood out the most) he did start to get flustered

He didn't want to tell the club yet It's best to keep this to himself for now

[bridgeybrainrot]

are you not embarrassed by how male centred the polin fandom has become like nicola barely gets mentioned even when she's nominated for something, and most of you Colin stans hate penelope and just want to thirst after luke. This fandom sucks now

Disappointing that this was my first ask but, hey, I did leave it open I suppose! While I will contend that my personal Tumblr is a bit male/Luke-focused lately, a) I am a cishet woman who finds Luke attractive in general and more specifically at the SAG event, which just happened and b) my Tumblr is not really a reflection of my generalised thoughts and feelings about Bridgerton. Should I be taking a mental note of how many times I mention each character or actor to make sure it's equal? That seems rather silly.

I've only been using this Tumblr for a few weeks. We are outside the chaos of S3 rapid fire information. You're obviously free to assume that because I love Colin I hate Penelope - it's a weird assumption, but you're free to have it. But for the record, I love Penelope, and Nicola, and have supported them both in other venues that aren't here over the past year or so. I've watched (and thoroughly enjoyed!) Nicola's work outside Bridgerton. I love them as actors, and love these characters. 'Tis why I write about them in fanfiction as well.

But at the end of the day, Bridgerton as a genre is historical romance, of which the target demographic is largely women. Said demographic is going to thirst after the male leads. This is well-known and, let's face it, encouraged. It sells. You may find this surprising, but, we can like more than one thing at once. Crazy, I know.

TL;DR - no, I don't find it embarrassing. "This fandom sucks now" implies that this thirsting is a new development which is...hilarious, honestly. And, well, clearly you are feeling embarrassed yourself, what with the anonymous ask and all. But, I'll put on my Violet Bridgerton hat and say, "I do hope you feel better."

[valleyfthdolls]

can u give me some useless hello neighbor ravenwood trivia

Useless Welcome to Raven Brooks trivia:

The principal's name is Valeria, according to the I wanna say Polish version of season 2 episode 1's script.

There's one scene in episode 1 where they accidentally put Enzo's head base on Ivan's model so his forehead looks GIGANTIC.

Trinity has a framed stock photo of an oboe up in her bedroom

Despite Keith being the relevant cop in Hello Neighbor 2 (with Leslie all but totally cut from the final game), he doesn't appear in Welcome to Raven Brooks, and Leslie does instead.

In the pilot, the Esposito family (or at least, who people have assumed to be them) has a baby. ????

Despite Enzo and Maritza not having a mother due to her dying from cancer in the books, in the animated series, their mother is alive and well, and modeled after Maritza's design in the books.

According to the pilot, Nicky's goggles used to belong to Aaron before his disappearance. I like this detail and hope it's included in season 3.

In the games, Enzo is the one who carries and uses a camera. In the pilot, it's Maritza. In the full series, it's Finch. Why the camera gets thrown around so much is beyond me.

Apparently, in some scenes, you can see that weird guy and his weird hat in the background. I've never noticed this, I hate to admit.

Ivan canonically blew up his microwave during the month or so that Nicky was missing. We have no idea what anyone else did at any point during that time.

Theodore Peterson's animated series VA also plays him in Hello Neighbor 2.

Theodore Peterson's dead brother is not ever even alluded to in a single other piece of Hello Neighbor media. In fact, in contrast to that, in the books he has a living sister named Lisa.

In the games, Delroy and Finch are a part of the rescue squad that goes into the Peterson house to save Nicky. In the animated series, Delroy and Nicky kinda hate each other and Finch is just the worst.

The games and books taking place in 1996, Finch's girl scout cookies should've been selling for about $2.50. But for the animated series probably taking place in modern day, they're priced... roughly accurately.

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okay but putting on my music history hat

Armand is from the renaissance meaning that yes he would know Gregorian chant and probably like but its before his time.

Man was in the exact place and time to witness the birth of polyphony and renaissance polyphony could get very weird. We were just figuring out how harmonies worked and applied it very differently.

The forms of music that were popular at the time were specifically things like madrigals, motets and chansons, most were religious but the renaissance saw a gain in popularity of secular pieces later on. All in all though it was very different time.

Armand probably thinks any modern harmony sounds lazy and strange. Armand doesn’t understand why music now uses only one vocal line and doesn’t instead have six singers singing the same melody at different times and octaves (also interestingly Renaissance was kind of restrained and used a lot of ornamentation so if they wanted to express something they would use some kind of trill which works similarly to runs in modern music but didn’t really use dynamics very much so expression worked very differently)

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Sam!

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cringe ass family ❤

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Justice Family Cuddles ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

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For real! Hats from ANY culture are going to look odd when you first encounter them because it's a person wearing a thing on their head. Things like form, shapes, color, and decoration are highly contextual to the culture it originated in. They're going to serve a different purpose and signal a different thing in different places.

The official's hat is no odder than a cap with a brim only at the front (baseball hat)--it's shaped by what it is used for and the culture it was created in. One is just more common in Western culture and so Western people are immune to seeing it objectively.

The hat looks a little funny the first time you encounter it, the same way bicorns do. But if you watch enough of these shows or look at enough old artwork they start to just look like "hat that comes with particular setting." It is sillier when only one person is wearing one but Idk they're not any weirder than western historical hats...

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physics is great, the physicists say things like "for the first fourteen point two bajillionoths of a second the universe was made entirely of bananas. and then the fruit field collapsed and for the next twelve nanoblinks there were only electrons and apricots" and i just go "that's great, tell me more" and yet despite the temptation to do so i don't think they're even trolling me, i think the thing about the fruit field might actually be true. or have been true for fourteen gigaquadillionths of a second after the big bang. aren't we lucky that happened or we'd all just be made of bananas? what a strange universe we inhabit.

[peppermintpillz]

I’ve always felt like they would have a Pepé Le Pew and Penelope Pussycat dynamic

Not EXACTLY like Penelope and Pepé (since Don canonically smells wears perfume and would probably smell like roses) but Carmen would probably find Don’s love dovey-ness, constant showing off for her, and PDA to be a little overbearing at times. but part of her does enjoy it

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played dragon age 2...just simple scribbles

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About the older clover au wouldn't asgore know about this and tell the royal guard to look for clover or he just give up looking for them?

I answered another ask about Asgore here, but to summarize, Asgore (and Undyne and the Royal Guard by extension) don't know with 100% certainty that there's a human living in secret in the Underground. After all, Martlet obviously didn't report Clover in when they decided to live there! There were rumors spread throughout the Underground, though, that a human child was briefly spotted before "disappearing", leading to an official Royal Guard investigation.

Asgore. of course, ordered an investigation into these rumors, but nothing turned up. So he continued to wait in his castle, assuming perhaps that the rumored human died alone somewhere or perhaps never existed. Clover and their family still remain vigilant, though, knowing that it'd take only one sighting or reporting of them for the Royal Guard to come and try and deliver their soul to the King....