#and theres enough doubt in my mind i do have to bring it up

[ratatatastic]

"Playing against a guy like Barkov too? It's gonna be a nightmare too, you know... so big and strong on the puck so... it'll be fun." when your beloved captain is such a defensive nightmare that you do celebrate extensively when you manage to get the puck away from him in practise but this isnt practise but a patriotic circus and he will collect his dues and also you have to be homoerotic about it too

"Any chance Tkachuk takes it easy on you?" "Absolutely no chance. He'll be running me over and chirping me. It'll be hilarious." once again... buddy dont look too excited about it we have to have decorum around these parts...

4 nations face off team sweden media availability | 2.11.25

and also on things that haunt me personally...

finnish reporter using this interview, attributing the comment about maffhew ("Absolutely no chance. He'll be running me over and chirping me."→"There is absolutely no chance that [Sasha] will play looser against me. He will come and roll me over and throw a punch.") to sasha

and now we can't say for certain who is being referred to in "I know his tricks to get under your skin and he knows mine. I won't tell you about them though." because the TSN video cuts off before he can say it (unless they collected quotes afterwards which also happens) so im gonna lose my mind at schrodinger's maffhew/sasha if you need me 👍

[opal-owl-flight]

TIRED OF WAITIN’ MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND

YEAH ITS ALRIGHT, WE BOTH KNOW THAT YOU WANT IT, DONT YOU BE SO SHY, SHY!

OH MY GOD I LOVE STARKILLER WIDNEKD. I had this idea for Tartar manipulating 3 with words similar to the song…

more abt that below + the piece without the words :]

I wonder if 3, at that point in OE, carry a thought within them... something Tartar can use.

The sanitization is absolute mind control, yes, but it would be neat if it was preceded by a sort of hypnosis; a suggestion that tartar puts out for a victim to bite onto (not that it really matters. The forced body control happens anyway.)

Theres a yearning for the past. That much I know. But I do wonder if Tartar also suggested something else alongside that.

"Ah, the legendary captain of the Squidbeak Splatoon. He probably was the one who pulled you out of that life, hm?"

"...Yes."

"Despicable, this old coot, forcing you to fight a war that ended a century ago. Forcing you to dig up a city your nation already buried.

Making you a weapon in this...disgusting show of continued dominance."

"..."

"Dont you want to end him, right here, right now?"

"...."

"Avenge that younger self, child. Join me, and we will make sure he never hurts you again."

"..."

They look at Cuttlefish. Cod, theyre so weak, their head hurts, they are in no shape to defend themself. Neither is the old man, but...

Their hearts were burning with a feeling theyve been burying for years. A feeling thats gotten stronger and stronger over the long patrol.

This...doubt. Towards the captain they followed the ends of the earth for. Day by day, being pushed to their limits for his continued war. Wanting his approval, wanting to make him proud. Believing that theyre indeed keeping this fragile world safe.

Wanting to...keep being this hero he said they were.

But its getting harder to believe those words now. Not when that Octarian from earlier was such a sweet soul...among others theyve encountered and observed in other patrols.

Their arm burned. It was drenched in that cyan ink the telephone was oozing.

They have no reason to trust this thing that almost killed Cuttlefish and that Octarian that he was with moments before.

Still...

They feel...

Their mind is slipping.

So tired...so hurt...

"Join me. I can give you rest.

Ill bring you...to the promised land."

"...Okay."

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They went fully unconscious for awhile. When they "awoke" (but is still under Tartar's control), they were already fighting 8. And their body hurt even more than before.

They never shouldve trusted him.....

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This baiting rings familiar, doesnt it. Order did it to 4, as well. Much to 3s horror, they were the reason she took that bait. Her desire to be their perfect agent, and their desire to never be hurt or used by anyone like Cuttlefish again...

They wanted her to be strong enough so she can stay safe and live her life the way she wanted to. But their fear spoke louder than their adoration for her.

Hurt people hurt people, cycle of violence, and all that.

[ryuyukawa]

─Warm Latte

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★ Pairing: Fiddleford McGucket x reader

✦ Genre: Fluff?

★ Warnings: None

✦ Summary: With the thoughts that kept you up at night, you decided to call him. I guess you do have plans for the weekend now.

Note: This is a part 2 of cold espresso!! and thank you soo much for 60 notess on theree!! I hope you enjoy this one!!

The morning sun filters weakly through your curtains, painting your apartment in pale, washed-out colors. You wake up with a weight on your chest, the events of yesterday replaying in your mind. Fidds’s words linger, the almost-confession hanging between you like a half-finished sentence. You sit up, staring at the empty space beside you, the silence of your apartment amplifying the doubts that creep in.

Was it real, or were you both just caught up in a moment? What if he changes his mind? What if this ruins everything? The ache of uncertainty is a familiar one, but this time, it feels sharper—more personal. You’re not just risking a friendship; you’re risking the one constant that has always been there, the person who knows you better than anyone else.

You try to shake off the thoughts as you drag yourself into the kitchen, but they cling to you like the bitter taste of stale coffee. You placed the kettle on the stove, boiling it; but even then, the comforting sound of brewing can’t quiet the unease bubbling inside you. With your coffee done, You pour half a cup of milk; you finished brewing your coffee. The steam swirling like your scattered thoughts, as you stare at the phone that was mounted on the wall. You had a thought, should you call him? The missed opportunity, the half-formed words, and the weight of unsaid things hang in the air.

Maybe he’s already moved on. Maybe you’re just overthinking everything like you always do.

You hesitate, fingers hovering over the button. You know you should say something, but fear grips you, tightening around your chest like a vice. What if he doesn’t want to hear from you? What if he regrets opening up? The latte’s warmth does little to thaw the icy grip of doubt in your heart. You bring the cup to your lips, letting the heat seep in, but it’s not enough to push you to action.

Finally, you take a deep breath, holding the phone as you let your thumb dial his number before you can even change your mind. The phone rings, each chime echoing your own heartbeat, loud and uncertain. You count the rings—one, two, three—each one heavier than the last until you hear the faint click and Fiddleford’s voice breaks through the static, warm and familiar.

"Mornin’, darlin’," Fidds greets, his tone light but a bit tired, like he’s been up thinking too. There’s a slight rasp in his voice, the kind that makes you think he’s been pacing his garage, lost in thought, maybe even wrestling with the same doubts that kept you awake. "Didn’t think I’d hear from ya this early."

The sound of his voice soothes and stings at the same time. You can hear the way he’s trying to keep things casual, but there’s an undercurrent there—a weight that wasn’t there before. You clutch your cup tighter, feeling a rush of nerves. "Hey, Fidds. I─ I just wanted to check in. See how you’re doing."

There’s a pause, just long enough to make you wonder if he’s regretting yesterday. You picture him in his garage, tools scattered, the faint smell of motor oil and burnt circuits clinging to the air. You’ve seen that space a hundred times, but now it feels like a sanctuary you’re intruding upon. You almost wish you hadn’t called—almost.

"Aw, I’m alright," he replies, but there’s a crack in his voice, barely noticeable. "Been tinkerin’ in the garage. You know me, always got somethin’ to keep my hands busy."

You smile at the thought of him, sleeves rolled up, grease on his hands, lost in the creation of some new invention. It’s so quintessentially him, the way he pours himself into his work when he’s trying to work through something. But today, even that image doesn’t bring the comfort it used to. You can hear it in his words—the same uncertainty, the same fear of messing things up that’s been gnawing at you.

You take a deep breath, trying to muster some courage. "I’ve been thinking a lot about yesterday. About what you said… and what I didn’t get to say."

There’s another pause on the line, heavy and charged, and you feel your heart drop. What if he’s changed his mind? What if this is all too much too soon? You imagine him, fidgeting with a screwdriver or wiping his hands on an old rag, anything to keep busy, to keep from saying what he’s really thinking.

"I’ve been thinkin’ about it too," he finally admits, his voice softer, more vulnerable than you’ve ever heard it. It’s almost like he’s laying his heart bare, showing you the parts he’s always kept hidden, even from himself. "Was worried maybe I said too much, maybe scared ya off. But, truth is, I don’t regret it. Not one bit."

The knot in your chest loosens just a little, and you swallow the lump in your throat. His admission is raw, real, and it hits you harder than you expected. "You didn’t scare me off, Fidds. If anything─ if I'm being honest, I’m the one who’s scared. Scared of losing what we have, scared of taking a chance and it not working out."

He sighs, and you can almost see him running a hand through his hair, frustrated but hopeful. "I get it. Hell, I’m scared too. But if we don’t try, we’ll never know, will we?"

You nod, even though he can’t see you, feeling the last bit of doubt start to melt away. "You’re right. And I don’t want to keep wondering. I want to try, Fidds. I want to see what this could be."

His soft chuckle warms you from the inside out. It’s the kind of laugh that used to fill late nights with the soft glow of desk lamps and the quiet hum of old music playing on his radio. "Well, shoot, darlin’, that’s the best thing I’ve heard all week. How ‘bout we make it official then? A real date. You and me, no holdin’ back."

The tension between you evaporates, replaced by a lightness that feels like sunshine breaking through the clouds. The reality of his words sinks in, each one planting hope where doubt had taken root. You smile, glancing out the window as the morning brightens just a little more. "I’d love that. Tonight?"

"Tonight," Fidds repeats, a hint of excitement coloring his voice. You can hear the smile behind his words, and it sends a flutter through your chest. "How ‘bout we make it somethin’ special? Don’t gotta be fancy or nothin’, but, y’know… somewhere that feels right."

You pause, thinking about all the possibilities. There’s a nervous thrill coursing through you—picking the perfect spot feels like the first step into something real. "How about that little Italian place downtown? The one with the fairy lights and the outdoor patio? I’ve been wanting to try it for ages, and I hear the food’s amazing.."

Fidds hums thoughtfully, and you can almost picture the way his face lights up at the suggestion. "Sounds like a plan, darlin’. I always knew you had good taste. Plus, can’t go wrong with some pasta and good company, huh?"

You laugh softly, feeling your nerves ease with his playful tone. "Guess not. I’m warning you though, I might order half the menu. I’ve been craving good Italian for weeks."

He chuckles, the sound warm and genuine. "Well, don’t you worry ‘bout that. I’ll keep up. Might even out-eat ya if we’re not careful. And hey, if it’s half as good as the company, I reckon we’re in for one hell of a night."

There’s a beat of comfortable silence before Fidds’s voice drops a little, more sincere. "Y’know, I’ve been lookin’ forward to this. Feels like we’re finally doin’ somethin’ we shoulda done a long time ago." His words tug at your heart, the weight of everything left unsaid still hanging between you. But there’s a new kind of hope there too, one that’s slowly outshining the fear. "Yeah… me too... I’ve always had a feeling that maybe we were just waiting for the right time."

"Guess it took us a while to figure that out, huh?" he says, a hint of laughter in his voice that doesn’t quite mask the emotion underneath. "But better late than never. We’re makin’ our own time now."

You feel a warmth spreading through you, a soft glow that makes the morning feel a little brighter. "I’m glad we are. I think… I think this is going to be good for us. No more ‘what ifs,’ just us, figuring it out together." Fidds’s voice softens, his sincerity coming through clearly. "Yeah. And whatever happens, I just want ya to know—I’m in this with ya. We’ll take it one step at a time, and if it ever feels like too much, we’ll talk it out. No pressure, no rush. Just us."

You smile, feeling lighter than you have in a long time. "Thanks, Fidds. I really needed to hear that. And don’t worry—I’m all in too."

There’s a comfortable pause before he speaks again, his tone turning playful. "Alright then, tonight it is. Seven sound good? I’ll make sure to wear somethin’ that ain’t covered in grease, promise."

You laugh, the sound carrying the kind of joy that’s been missing for far too long. "I think you’d look good no matter what, but I’ll hold you to that. Seven it is."

"See ya tonight, darlin’," Fidds says, his voice light, but with an underlying current of something more—a promise, a new beginning. "We’re gonna have ourselves a real good time."

You hang up, feeling the anticipation bubbling up inside you. Tonight isn’t just another dinner; it’s the start of something new, something that’s been waiting in the wings for far too long. And for the first time in a long time, you feel ready.

What do you thinkk?? Good? Bad?? Tell mee!! Ive been thinking what to do with this one.. not as creative but i like it!

Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome!

[magpiking]

The Diary of A Desperate Schoolgirl

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❧ name: Magpi/Em

➺ pronouns: any is fine! idrc.

❧ age: 17

➺ fun fact: I used to have a thing for all things creative, though thats died down as school got tough.

I'm making this blog as a way to hold some accountability over my studies. Unfortuantly, as surely many out there have experienced - I'm a classic case of :

"I used to do quite well in school! What happened to me?"

In primary (K-6), I was always a crappy student. In my memory, I often got C's, though now my parents tell me I got a few B's and A's too - but their word cannot be completely trusted. I remember the dread of reports coming back in their A4 yellow envelopes, and how I never wanted to open them because my parents, my family, my extended family even, thought grades were god. And to that line of successful, responsible thrivers of high stress, letting anybody besides intermediate relatives even have an inkling that you were supposedly stupid would mean that they would be less inclined to waste time lending you a helping hand in the future. I suppose, they had no reason to believe otherwise - all values are borne from foul truths somewhere, somehow.

Then, when I reached highschool (Yr7-12), I had the luck to manage making it into a decently academically-prestigious school, filled wih those who all shared in some degree the same sentiment.

The ugly duckling surrounded by swans all it's life had no doubt in its mind that it had the capability to fly.

This is not simply that case where the monkey, fish and bird were examined on how fast they could scale a tree. It is in human nature to wish to excel - a person who has never wanted to better themselves is firstly:

not a happy person

and secondly:

To not want better of yourself is a person with no dream, and a person who says they have no dream is a liar.

And what is this dream? Where did it come from, and how did it form? Surely such intangible impressions are sprung from fragments of what you have seen, heard, of those around you?

The monkey, the fish and the bird do not value climbing the same way as the animal that came respectively before them - but surely they too seek to excel in what matters to them, like the carp to the marlin, the monkey to the ape?

Anyways, in my classic case, maybe I'm meant for something different, something not academic. But I want to be...! "Find what you're meant for" doesn't take into account what I want to be made for. It's not common, but what happens when I put passion into something, and find out that I'm still not enough?

And anyways, even if I'm meant for something else, discovering that can come later, after this year, after my final exams, and during this time, I will continue to hold on to the belief that grades are god until I actually somehow manifest an academic comeback.

In high school, it was revealed to me that my primary school had some messed up way of marking and grading, and those poor scores finally shot up to where I wanted them to be. Where I wanted to be.

And maybe, thats where I got cocky.

Of course, theres a certain pride that comes with passing an exam with flying colours when everybody knows you hadn't been paying attention in class, or studied majorly for. It was my defining trait for a few years, how did I forget all my efforts from primary school? It was an evil sort of pride, one that brought me to the state I am now. Sure, I'm still passing, but from high 90-somethings to straight up 50% is not a good look. In fact, it's something that brings out that sickly cold in my gut, and maybe a sense of sea sickness despite sitting on my bed, on land.

... hubris. That was my hubris, what am I, a character in a play? Why am I going through hamartia??? Someone tell whoever's writing my life story to put the pen down and stop being a wannabe Aristotle, it's lame, and it's not fun.

So, I now see where I went majorly wrong. And of course, I wouldn't spend my time lamenting. And I recognise that I need to actually lock in hard, and theres still a chance for me. As much as school sucks, learning is fun, and honestly, in proper adult life, not many people have time to purely dedicate hours to master new crafts and knowledge.

But here's the problem. I'm so used to doing absolutely nothing, that I keep procrastinating, and probably a bunch more mental blocks keeping me from picking up my pen to study. It kinda physically hurts to switch from doomscrolling to focusing - which is also a warning of sorts, I guess. Doomscrolling actually kills your brain, I swear. My dopamine receptors are utterly fucked. I visited Instagram reels and Youtube shorts maybe a total of 7 times while writing this? It's insane.

I don't actually have any clue on how to run a study blog, so maybe I'm just going to put my to do list's and progress checks here, and maybe some sappy motivational quotes. Anything to keep me going.

[hellfiremunsonn]

All Of The Time.

All Of The Time?

(This gif was NOT supposed to be as large as it is and I’m mad it’s not cuter)

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: You want Eddie to have a bit more control than just in the bedroom, but are nervous to bring it up to him.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem reader, sub and dom dynamic, dom!eddie, sub!reader, brief mention of anxiety, and depression, fluff tbh. (LET ME KNOW IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED)

Wordcount: 1k

You gnaw at your bottom lip, staring at yourself in the cloudy mirror while you hide in the bathroom of Eddie's trailer, panicking knowing that you'll have to come out soon before he gets suspicious. Unsure of how to bring it up to him without sounding crazy, even though Eddie is the least judgemental person you know.

It was about your want of having your sub and dom dynamic brought into your everyday life. You liked the discipline, and regulation, the ability to not think for yourself, and being rewarded for being good and punished for being bad. Not always in the sexual way, but the attraction from it was just a bonus.

It started with subtle casual dominance. Eddie stopping to tie your shoe for you whenever it came undone, standing behind you to grab something when you were on your tippy toes but still couldn't reach it. A sweet "Don't worry baby I got it for you" that was so innocent but still make your tummy do summersaults. Eddie was able to make you feel so small and protected, never a doubt in your mind that you weren't safe with him. He even started ordering food for you at restaurants, often talking for you when people asked questions and you loved every second of it, but you wanted more. You wanted to tell Eddie that he could do that all the time, control you, and be in control.

Life was hard, and with depression, and anxiety you could sometimes forget to take care of yourself, and your surroundings. It wasn't something you loved about yourself and you wondered if Eddie could help you with it, but only if he wanted to. You were lucky enough to have someone like Eddie in your life, to love you and adore you, but you somehow still felt nervous about bringing this up.

Sighing you flushed the toilet and washed your hands, even thought you just stood there in his bathroom the whole time. Taking a deep breath you walked back to Eddie's room, leaning against the doorframe to admired him for a second. He was right where you left him. Nose deep in his notebook with his tongue pushed out over his top lip in concentration while he scribbled quickly.

"Hey Eds, can I ask you something?" you said making your way over to join him on his bed.

"Course you can sweetheart" he said looking up from his notebook, placing his pencil in the middle to keep it as a book mark before closing it and setting it down next to him so he could give you his full attention which only made you more nervous.

You hesitated under the gaze of his thoughtful eyes. "O-okay but it might be stupid, so um, don't laugh"

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, placing a comforting hand on your thigh. "I doubt whatever it is, is stupid"

You wrinkle your nose at him before taking a deep breath. "Um so you know when we have sex?" You said glancing up at him.

"I know of it" he says with a laugh, nodding for you to continue.

"And how you're mean to me? But because I like it?"

"I'm a dom yes"

"Um well so you think that you could..." you trail off, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, embarrassment heating your cheeks, nervously playing with your fingers while avoiding his gaze.

"Do you think I could... What?" his fingers squished at the dough of your thigh, his head tilting as he looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

"Do you think we could do that all the time?" you rushed.

"You want me to be mean to you all the time?" He asks with a raised brow, a flicker of concern in his eyes.

"No! Not like that, but like rules and stuff I guess" you shrugged

"Oh" he said thoughtfully, a playful smirk on his lips. "You want me to take care of you?"

"W-well, you don't have to do that part" You rushed, afraid of making him uncomfortable. "I just- I like it when-" you huff, covering your face with your hands. Frustrated tears well up in your eyes and it only makes you feel way to vulnerable.

Eddies hand smooths up your arm and to your shoulder, squeezing lightly. "Hey look at me"

You whine and shake your head, muttering a small "No"

"Baby" he said, his voice a warning, but you still didn't look up, you only sniffled into your hands that were now wet with your tears.

You felt him hook his fingers through the small gap of your hands, tugging at your palms until you let them fall from your face and into your lap, still refusing to look at him.

"Babe, c'mon, what's got you so upset?" he said softly, brushing your hair away from your face, swiping a tear away with his thumb.

"I don't know how to word it" you said quietly, wiping your nose on the sleeve of your shirt before finally raising your eyes to his. "And it was making me frustrated, and now I just feel st-stupid" He pouted at you when he saw how sad your sweet face was.

"Okay" he said with a nod "I understand, you're okay baby" he said reassuringly. "Can I take a guess at what you were trying to say?"

You nodded.

"You like the discipline yeah? The rules, and the structure; the routine" he said matter of factly.

"Yeah" you said with a grateful sigh. "I like the way you make me feel when you do stuff like that"

"Come 'ere" he said opening his arms. You crawled forward until you were sat on his lap, straddling him, hands instantly coming up to play with his guitar pick necklace. He smoothed his hands up and down your thighs, fingers tapping lightly against your bum. "Have you ever had someone do these things for you?" he asked.

You shook your head quickly. "No, you're the only person I've made it this far with, with the whole uh, sub and dom thing"

"Why don't we go sit at the kitchen table yeah? We can start a list" he asked patting your bum to encourage you to stand up, grabbing his notebook with one hand while holding onto yours with the other.

"No" You whined softly. "Wanna stay here n'talk about it"

Eddie laughed, placing his notebook, back down beside him. "Alright baby" he kissed your forehead. "What do you think you need me to help you with?"

You sighed, leaning down so you were flat against his chest, his heartbeat thumping calmly in your ear. "Everything?" You mumbled into his chest.

"Everything huh?" he teased, running the tips of his fingers up and down your back.

You shrugged shyly, nuzzling your face into his chest. "Don't know"

"Don't get all shy on me baby" he said poking your cheek, causing you to smile and looking up at him through your lashes.

"Why don't we start off with things that I do to you or for you already that you know you like?" he suggested.

"Okay, that seems like a good place to start" you said sitting back up, hands flat on his chest as you pushed yourself off of him, sitting with your legs crossed next to him.

He leaned over to grabbed his pencil once more, one hand still on you, an 'I'm not going far' gesture before opening his note book to a fresh page. "So" He said with a smile, sitting up next to you. "What should we start with?" he leans onto his elbow on one of his knees while writing with the other hand. He titles the page "Princesses Rules" You blush and try to hide it.

The two of you sit and go over rules, discussing what would benefit you the most, and what sort of punishments to put into place, and after a few minutes the two of you were satisfied with the page in front of you.

"Now you gotta promise me one thing baby" he says turning to you.

"What's that?" you asked with a raised brow.

"You gotta tell me right away when you feel like this, no more keeping it in okay?"

You nodded.

"This is both of us working together, and if you bottle it all up, I wont know how to help you when you need it" He paused to smile at you. "-and what we really don't want is me punishing you when all you really needed was a hug, because we didn't communicate alright?"

"Promise" you said happily, holding out your fist, pinkie finger held up. He wrapped his own around yours and pulled your joined hands to his mouth, kissing his own hand to further prove his point.

//that thing people do cause tumblr deletes paragraphs apparently//

[miiilowo]

have u talked about what u think william's relationships would be like yet? that would be very awesome i think

i probably have but like. cracks knuckles

william is interesting to me for reasons beyond just being the focus of a special interest; his personality in particular has some really fun, genuine contrast to it that makes him feel real and tangible. theres more than enough evidence to prove that he, at his core, is not a very ..serious? person. hes a childrens entertainer, hes theatric, dramatic, hes goofy, all things that you would expect to bring joy to people- so, when paired up with his habit of, you know, killing people, the exact antithesis of that- it's a fun toss up! pretty hard shift between knowing how to juggle and beating a kid to death with a shovel, especially when you consider he was driven to do that in a way but outside factors. anyway i bring all that up because personality is a very big factor in how relationships form, obviously. aside from what i've already gone over, we know he's also a very jealous (more like envious) person. so no better time to talk about henry than now, right

i think henry is definitely one of the more interesting relationships to analyze, or even just discuss at a base level. they were friends, co-owners of the fazbear entertainment label, and just generally partners when you get right down to it. And, in most every way, the exact opposites of one another; William, a bouncy, colorful, happy businessman who loved entertaining kids, with no real mechanical expertise for some time- And Henry, the distant genius with a stare so vacant that you could look into the eyes of a cattle animal and feel more emotion coming from them. William went on to become a killer; Henry went on to try and prevent him from doing so.

Thats what I really like about them, and William in general. its the contrast. He was his friend, his partner, and yet he has a metric fuckton of journals filled to the brim with paragraphs upon paragraphs of stuff written about Henry. From admiration to envy to obsession. Thats the big thing between them. William's envy. Of his technical skill in robotics particularly. He wanted to do what Henry could do, he wanted to achieve that and beyond, he wanted to be more than just the face of the company, he wanted to truly have a hand in creating the things that he loved; So, he learned. He kept learning. He eventually outpaced him. But success never seems to be enough for him, it would seem.

I really do like to imagine they cared for eachother at some point, but between William's ..selfish, nature, and Henry's compassion for others (though that is not to say he isnt a bit of a capitalist bastard) there would be some level of resentment between them. On William's end, the admiration-turned-obsessive-jealous-rage would certainly breed conflict, and I dont think Henry would appreciate that much (just given my knowledge of general human behavior). We don't know too much about his personality, but what I can personally gather is that he's not a very...outwardly, emotional person. I think he could take a lot of shit, but he drew the line when it needed to be drawn. and that involved kicking william out of fazbear entertainment and his daughter suddenly dying in a totally unrelated incident

William is a very obsessive person, I think. Stubborn, and obsessive. When he knows what he wants, he will stop at no length to acquire it, ad when he thinks what he thinks, he will make no changes to his mindset; Combined with him being rather self-centered, and the fact he tends to deflect blame onto the people around him, this is the perfect concoction to make um. An Asshole beneath the charisma. so nows the time to talk about michael if you havent gathered that already

It is without a doubt in my mind that William absolutely ADORED his kids. He loved kids in general, his entire life was comprised of entertaining them, and he didnt just sit back and rake in the money without a care for the business or anything; he was an active part of it, considering the whole springlock suit thing (and the handmade glitchtrap costume for fucks sake). He loved what he did, so of course he's going to love having kids of his own. He wanted to make sure they were okay, considering the dangerous environment they could find themselves in; and even when that wasnt the case, he installed cameras in the house just to keep an eye on them while he was busy at work. He didn't have to do that, but he cared enough to.

So, you can imagine how devastated he would be when he finds out that one of his kids killed the other. It was a freak accident, of course, but...Michael knew what he was doing, right? He was bullying Evan, it was malicious, it was borderline evil, the poor boy was already crying and thrashing around, but he just kept going, and it killed him. Michael killed Evan. Michael killed his son. And he wasn't going to take it lightly.

So, even if there was any embers before, this would be the spark to truly ignite the hatred that William would have for mike as things progress. I mean, michael certainly feels fucking awful about it, considering fnaf 4 are likely his guilt-induced nightmares about Little Boy Manslaughter, but I don't know how much William would really care? Mike was already kind of a little shit. I don't think he would actively torment him or anything (william to michael i mean), but he would definitely hold a grudge against him, and elizabeth would be elevated to favorite child (if she wasn't already...Kinda funny that Foxy, michaels favorite character, should be turned into a girl, isnt it? And found in her room? just processing that now lmao)

My idea of Michaels personality after this whole incident is that he might actually get worse instead of better. You've got an angry, shithead teenager who just accidentally murdered his younger brother, with a dad who probably hates him now, a bunch of traumatized friends, he's having awful nightmares so he cant even escape the guilt in his sleep, and on top of that he doesnt even have a DATE to PROM and he has a MATH TEST on FRIDAY and he cant STUDY for it because hes too busy CRYING all the time. i can one THOUSAND percent imagine michael getting snappier, and less playfully mean and more genuinely mean to the people around him. Frankly, i dont blame him, but William very well might.

Then there's Elizabeth. His shining star, the only child that matters now, to him. His favorite. She gets all of the attention, Michael gets none of it, and William pours all of his care into her. He even designs an animatronic after her; And that one would be the face of a whole restaurant! How special that must be to her! But, I'm sure you know her fate just as well as I. This time, William can't blame someone else. He can only blame himself. Michael didn't do this, and neither did...Henry. Henry, the one who inspired him, the one who taught him how to build animatronics in the first place- Henry was the reason William did any of this. Elizabeths death was indirectly Henry's fault. Just another reason to hate him and not himself, right?

If William ever truly had a wife, she's certainly no longer in the picture. Two children dead. One, barely his son, now. His best friend left him, and kicked him out of the company he built his entire life on; not only that, but the plans he had for circus babys pizza world are also dashed. Elizabeths death is to blame for over half of this. Very suddenly, what William had left of his life was ripped out from underneath him, and he snapped.

Maybe Charlie was fond of him at some point, too. I think that would be fucked up.

[lilithsterrarium]

You were your high school's only tiny the year that they were officially demoted to vermin. Freshman Lilith had been a straight A student with a small group of good friends and plenty of acquaintances. Even a crush.

It was mid class when they put on the news for the national announcement. The random tiny being crushed onscreen afterward caused less upset in the class than you'd hoped for.

Your friends had told you not to worry. Some law wouldn't stop you from being their friend.

The tiny desk having already been removed from your next class was a bad sign. At least it gave you an excuse to sit on your crush's desk.

You couldn't help but notice that as the class went on, she seemed to be more amused every time something happened to you.

At first comforting you when the teacher drops a paper on top of you. Holding the single page pinched between 2 fingers while you get your breath back.

Badly stifling a snicker when her dropped pencil rolls you down.

Another of your friends coming over towards the end of class and startling your crush by sitting on her desk. She seemed a bit disappointed when she saw that you weren't caught underneath.

By the time the bell rings, she just doesn't think to bring the bug on her desk.

You ended up living in the school since they immediately removed the tiny elevator. The unofficial pet of the second floor, especially once it was spread around how hard you got over it. Your old friends would leave you food occasionally but weren't any more gentle when they played with you.

Over the years, they graduated and moved on with their lives. Old students would introduce new freshmen to the pervy little stress toy.

Some say she's still there to this very day.

-🎃

FFBFHFHFJFUDUFDJDD NEED SO BADLY OH GOSH <3

Thats how the stories go, anyways. A majority of students just laugh when they hear it from the people graduating, surely the little thing would have been crushed by now- completely stranded on the second floor, unable to make it's way down the stairs... its all just a myth. But some students let their minds wander just enough to spot the tiny, bareky noticable little crevices dug out of the walls. The small, barely audible rustling noises. The annoyed sigh of the teacher as she explains that they have a pest problem again. Its enough to get them curious, at least- and a few leave tiny little offerings outside my little holes, giggling as they come back to find it gone... if they're especially lucky, they can see me dragging it in action- hair matted and worn, little school uniform caked in layers of sweat and grime, little skirt in utter tatters and doing little to hide my growing bulge as I blush...

Its not hard to catch me, either... I've seen it all, so many students all enjoying their use of me far, far too much... it would be so, so pathetically easy to snuff me out, of course, maybe take me home as a pet- but theres a certain agreement among students to leave me be. After all, the next class needs a toy too, don't they?

Spending my free time reminiscing on it all... my crush's face still burned into my memory, my face red as I remember that mischevous smile... too weak to stop a pencil, nearly crushed under someones ass~

I might still have a LITTLE fight left in me, but... well, I'm sure those years in the school would have done a number to my little mind. I doubt I'd even remember I used to be a person given enough time- just a little thing scampering to obey my superiors~ flitting around the hallways... need <3

[aztr0punk]

hehe i wrote some headcanon stuff i had in mind about the High Stakes Club, mainly Helsie. its under the cut, freshly copy & pasted from my notes app :)

its somewhat angsty i suppose

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i feel like a shared theme among the high stakes club members and their internal problems is struggle with self worth/self esteem. Joni is probably the least insecure about it and hence why she's a bit more of the natural leader of the group; she is working through her own problems but knows enough to help Lucien and Helsie through theirs and uplift them. make them feel worthy

Helsie is a kinda eccentric individual. sort of bubbly but can have a mean streak. fun gal. good social skills, as she works at a job that requires and improves them anyway. shes more energetic and extroverted than the rest of the group for sure. probably hums and makes little noises to accentuate her speech/tone of voice. she tries to maintain a positive attitude but her lack of self esteem causes her to doubt her own abilities in GENERAL.

if one says "how do you live with yourself" to her she'll overthink it and turn it into something that haunts her and brings her down more and more. and why? it was just a dumb comment, not even a full sentence, yet just a word like that can really send her spiraling. doubting herself. wanting, NEEDING, to change herself but its just who she is. she cannot change her fundamental self; its enough she hardly knows herself beyond a persona she tries to keep up

"your friends seem ready to face the darkness, but are you?" - Countess Daraku, to Helsie

Helsie cannot face her own darkness, and if she does its rough. its one of those distressing things to her where she'll get this intense wave of emotion and just break down, like, "i cant, i cant, i cant" curling into a ball and just crying. Or she goes and chops some heads off monsters solo. either of the two

she ignores the darkness that grows more each day in her until its looming, singeing her very ability to be happy at all. she puts on a smile but inside she wants to rip and tear and maim and bite- but Has to maintain that happy face. she doesn't want to put her issues on others, even the HSC.

she isnt good at dealing with negative emotions besides maybe some anger, sadness too. oh, and stress during hunts. she's good with that, kinda

in a sense Helsie's style reflects this too. she looks sweet, a little mean(its the goth thing) theres an underlying bite (heh) to her style. you look at her and go "whoa she looks like she wants to rip something to shreds but she also looks so so fun"

a lot of her pent up emotions are only really let out during vampire hunts. she cant face her darkness so she'll be the darkness, fuck it. Joni and Lucien do help her through her personal problems, and it really helps having people who understand, who have been there before and are still there to some degree

with all that said. Helsie would much prefer trying to stay positive/maintain a badass sorta attitude, so she does activities and goes about her day in ways that make this happen.

this includes hanging with her found family, Joni and Lucien. her job as a barista helps, she always likes seeing customers happy to get their little boba drinks and treats and whatnot. she feels more worthy herself helping others out and making them happy. ah and of course, her side gig as a vampire hunter helps with the whole "badass" attitude boost. as much as it can contribute to her self doubt, having people by her side to boost her confidence and Also be badass with her is all she needs.

IF YOU READ ALL THIS. can we watch the sunset together?

i love these goobers and genuinely i want helsie to be ok. she is trying her BEST.

[impawsiblecat]

100 Days of Deathduo

Fantasy AU?? Don't know what to call this one but I love it so much

No trigger warnings for this one! Just fluff!

    It is a Thursday, at 11:53 AM, when an adventure comes into the tavern. Clover shakes her head fondly at the time. The adventurers that pass by never have a schedule, coming and going as they please, and this one is no different. They have long white hair, impractical for fighting, but the adventurers never seem to be affected by it, and their eyes are bright and purple in the way that the townsfolk’s eyes never are. 

    That’s just the way that adventurer’s are though, bright colours and clothing with trophies of their past victories strapped onto their belts, daggers poking out of their boots and a magnifying glass poking out of their backpack from helping someone from a different village. This adventurer is no different, and they have a ton of things on their person that highlight all of the things they must have seen.

    “Hello there, Traveler. Is there anything I can get for you?” Clover says, as she always does, smiling and tucking the washcloth she had been using into her pocket. The adventurer takes a seat at the bar, and Clover can already predict the next statement.

    “Well hello there, Clover the Inn Keeper! Who also happens to have a sidegig at the local tavern, I see! Would you happen to need any help around here? Bags of wheat to be moved, a rare ingredient to be found, or a dragon to be slain?” And there it is. These adventurers, always so helpful. Clover rarely asks them to do anything, and this one is no different.

    “I’m afraid I do not! I manage the inn and tavern quite well, if I do say so myself. But I appreciate your offer. Is there anything I can get you, adventurer?” She asks, and the adventurer pauses and considers.

    “Well, you can call me Icee if you like. And perhaps just a water?” They say, and it's always nice when the travelers introduce themself. Its a tad awkward when they know Clover’s name but she doesn’t know theirs. She has no clue how they do it, and theres a running conspiracy with the townsfolk that the adventurer’s who pass through are mind readers. She wouldn’t be surprised, but none of them seem to react when she attempts to think a particularly strange thought, so she doubts it.

    Just in case, she poses a question in her mind. Are vampires cannibals? She thinks, and intensely watches Icee. They don’t react, so she just shrugs and gets them the water they asked for instead.

    “So how has your day been?” Icee asks, and the question startles Clover. Usually, the adventurers that pass through regale her with their tales, rather than start a conversation with her, and she sets down Icee’s water with a smile.

    “Ah, pretty good for the most part! Thank you for asking. It’s mostly the same old routine, but I was almost late to work this morning. My cat, Gummy Worms, knocked over a jar of lentils I had sitting out, a rookie mistake for a cat owner, I know. Luckily, I managed to get here on time, can you imagine how much of a disaster it would be if I was late?” Clover replies, and with a start, she realizes she is slightly rambling. Icee laughs at all the right parts of the story though, and doesn’t seem to mind at all, and that is quite nice.

    “Ah, cats can be menaces sometimes! Mine always wakes me up at four in the morning by sitting on my face while I am trying to sleep. But it’s ok, I love her anyways.” Icee says, and Clover tries to discreetly look for a cat on their person. She doesn’t see any, sadly. Maybe the cat had stayed in Icee’s base, although she has seen many an adventurer bring their companions with them.

    “Ah, luckily my cat doesn’t do that very often, I have trouble enough sleeping without a furry creature lying on my head.” Clover says, smiling.

    The afternoon passes by, and Clover is glad that she lives in a small town, for no other adventurers come in as she talks with Icee, a real conversation, and its so lovely. The townsfolk are nice enough, but Clover really only sees them when her schedule allows, and between the tavern and the inn she is kept at her work a lot of the time. And it’s nice to be heard, and to listen in response, the push and pull of language connecting her and the adventurer.

    When Icee eventually leaves, Clover waves goodbye, and she very nearly wants to tell them to come back soon. She doesn’t, of course. Adventurers don’t pass by the same place too often, too preoccupied with chasing treasure, or helping others. And it would be unfair to Icee to ask them to stay, for traveler’s are free spirits, and not meant to be chained down in one place.

    It doesn’t stop Clover from hoping their paths might cross again. And it doesn’t stop her from being ecstatic when Icee shows up a week later.

[thehandwixard]

well friends and lovers i am officially one hour into kingdom hearts 1 on steam! i will be taking frequent breaks because i get motion sick very easily and i refuse to let that taint my experience. some notes!

i am still on destiny island

this game starts off very... not conceptual, but close to it right off the bat. it commands a certain kind of drama you either get or you dont, and i am certainly primed to give it all ive got, so im loving it. there's a surprising amount of dialogue you can get from tidus selphie and wakka on destiny island that give a bit more context into the kids' lives, and its illuminating.

the major thread im picking up on is that many of the kids think they know what the others are thinking, and don't at all. it's even easy for the player to look at sora and say that compared to riku and kairi, he doesn't seem to have a lot on his mind, but that's not true, and the player knows its true because of the dream.

"i've been having these weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this for real, or not?" as the opening lines of kh before the opening movie have stuck in my brain since i saw them. anyways its easy to forget just how lovable these kids are. i forgot how cute the disney scenes are too, i can say this for the cutscenes in general but while theyre a little clunky at times, theres a lot of heart in them. as much drama that the original character cutscenes command from the outset, the early disney scenes bring forward as much like. whimsy and slapstick. its just a very charming opening hour with the deep sense of "ah. so no one knows what is happening"

thoughts are scattered. get used to that because of liveblog purposes. i'm just incredibly happy right now. The controls will take some getting used to, and i might have to switch the camera to auto. i chose the path of the mystic, so thatll cause me problems no doubt but sue me i like magic. i was not able to beat riku. sora has no movement tech. no maidens. his bitch isnt bad enough.

but like yeah selphie does small stuff like talk about how wakka probably hasnt noticed kairi riku and sora doing stuff, but he does. one example. these kids dont really know whats going on in eachother's heads.. also strikes me how explicitly they do consider destiny islands a kind of paradise away from their parents' nagging, and how despite wakka being the oldest, riku is far and away considered the most capable. sora comes off as very quiet in a certain way, and its a vibe i really enjoy. no one pretends to understand riku, but he explains himself pretty clearly. vibes are good. the door is not yet open

[golbrocklovely]

oh my god your rant 👏🏼 👏🏼 👏🏼

and then theres sam who reposts shit all and somehow doesnt cop anything for it? but colby does repost a hell lot and likes a hell lot and its still not good enough? im fkn over this bs

and so what if he reposts girls who look a certain way. not that i think he does or does intentionally but even if he did... its his acct he can do whatever the fk he wants. if thats their angle then they should get shitty at him too for not fking a variety as well. i’d be more shocked if he was only reposting underage girls. then i’d be raising an eyebrow and saying dude not cool.

and i should also clarify i am no way shape or form either of their types. i dont have a chance this side of hell. they wouldnt even look at me in a market. but that gives me 0 right to be upset about it.

the underlying issue with this whole argument, that colby only reposts a certain type of fan, is that it comes from a place of deep insecurity from the fans complaining. hate to bring that up, but it's reality.

like i said in my rant, i was in the same boat as them. genuinely felt like it was pointless to post myself in merch bc i just felt like they weren't gonna like me. but as i've grown up, idc if snc like me like that. idc if they think i'm hot or if i'm their type bc there is literally no chance in hell i'm getting with them EITHER WAY. not to mention, colby DOESN'T ignore fans that are a certain way.

the only reason anyone hyperfixates on girls he reposts that look like shea is bc they have already made up in their minds that that is who he finds hot and so when he does eventually repost someone like that, it confirms their bias.

but what's funny about that is he doesn't even WANT shea so i highly doubt knockoff sheas are his type lmao

it's just all very ridiculous to me bc these same fans know he's trying, will acknowledge that, and then say it's still not enough. even tho sam, their lord and savior, isn't even trying - and actually basically told them to fuck off and he'll do what he wants.

make it make sense to me, bc it doesn't.

[voidwritesstuff]

Angel Of Lost Hope AU

Cw: alusions to ptsd, nightmares and divorce, Desmond is in a coma like state.

Summary: Desmond Wales lost his battle to Agent Rainbow, now trapped within his own mind. Luckily, his patients find a way to reach put to him and possibly bring him back to the waking world. Alusions to age gap (between Lucas and jerico)

->AU idea Belongs to @theallenshorefangirl I'm just merely writing it.

->"Jerico" is my self insert. They're genderfluid and in this fic they use they/them.

->Sorry for the weird formatting.

->reblogs appreciated.

Well, this was a pickle.

Milton-haven and Its residents have been ramsacked with crime,insecurity and violence. Amidst it all people took comfort in the smaller things in life, loved ones, Friends, and some even went to therapy.

The pickle in question was that the town's reisdent psicologist, Dr.Desmond Wales, was...out of comission. Well, that was one way to put it.

--Well? Have you guys thought of anything?-- Virginia asked softly, handing Allen a cup of tea-- here

Allen, who was sitting on the couch looks up at the rest of his companions, his attention diverted to the Virginia for a quick moment-- thanks-- he answered giving her a nervous smile before returning to the rest of his companions.

Rosemary sighs audibly, passing a hand through her forehead, stress settled deep within her mind. In the background they can hear the heart monitor noise coming from Lucas' bedroom. --if we can create a diluted solution of agent rainbow, we might have a chance at taking him back, but if we dont do it right theres a risk we either succumb to our shadow or we die

Max raised a brow,arms crossed over his chest-- Well isn't that wonderfull?. How the hell do we beat our "shadow" self?

--Well,we'll have to fight them. Not in a physical sense but rather....-- the scientist trails off trying to find the right word-- accept them? They are all we repress About ourselves.. it would be a very shocking first engagement. Thats the part that could kill us, besides the chemical melting our brain

--Well that doesn't sound appealing-- Virginia muttered and Allen couldnt help but chuckle a little.

At this, the only person in the room that has not yet spoken was Lucas, the owner of the cabin that they were all in. The ex military Man leans on the door frame, arms crossed and setting his weight on his right leg. Hes deathly silent.

--Lucas?-- Rosemary calls out-- whats up?

--I'm going in-- he simply replied-- Now I understand if y'all don't. Max has his family and the rest of ya have a life. I lost enough people in mine, and 'm not 'bout to lose 'nother one

Then, the room quietens. Theres a sense both dread and indecisiveness, the sound of the heart monitor is almost deafening its both a grim reminder of why they were all there and a sliver of hope that Desmond was still in the realm of the living.

Allen's eyes fall on his tea,dark as night yet sweet to the taste,Much like him, he looked intimidating and people didn't really like him much, but truthfully he was a sweet guy, he just wanted to help people-- I'm going too, he helped me a lot and..it wouldn't be right for me to not help him back.

Rosemary looked at Desmond and then Lucas-- seems fitting I go too, I was the one who brought back that thing from retirement. I gotta set things right.

Virginia was nervously picking at the hem of her sleeve, the purple material soft to the touch-- if theres anything I can do to help desmond then... I'm in

Max sighed, scratching the back of his neck-- well... the doc here has been a great help. I might need to call my daughter first

Lucas' face softened, he turns to Max and says-- ya don't gotta come with, ya have a little girl to take care of

The other Man just let out a somber huff of air through his nose-- without desmond I can't see 'er. Court mandated sessions and all...even if I changed therapists I doubt they'll understand me like the doc did...

--Well...it's settled then?-- Rosemary asked-- we're all going? -- she gets a Group nodd in response-- 'kay..I'll need some time to dilute the chemicals so maybe a couple of days

Then Allen perked up-- just one quick question...if we're all there... who stays here to look after us?

Lucas' lips purse, his fists tighten but then he relaxes his hands, shaking his head a little. Rosemary notices this and asks-- you have an idea Lucas?

--I...do-- the ex soldier replied-- there's this other patient of Desmond, young gal. I met 'em some weeks back I thought I was running late to an appointment with Desmond but turns out I wasn't, talked to them in the Hall..-- he sighed-- I just don't like the idea to rope them into this, they're young and I know what being pulled into things you dont understand can cause

--well, If its not them...-- Virginia trailed off looking at Rosemary-- you could guide us through the...what did you call it again? Collective unconcious?

--Yes-- the scientist answered-- but... I have to go-

--You can help from this side,you understand this thing better than any of us, you can pay your dues that way-- Lucas reassured.-- we'll need a voice to guide us, we can use radio wave signals to communicate

--That's actually a great idea-- she replied-- well...guess I'm staying..

--Not to be that guy...-- Max interjected-- but we should need a way to pull us all out in case something happens on this side

--If I could make your bodies process the diluted solution faster, you'll be able to come to conciousness...there might be side effects like..maybe you all hear eachother's voices in your own head-- rosemary explained-- wont be for long, just until the entirety of the solution is gone from your bodies

--So you're saying we would have telepathy?!-- Allen exclaimed and Virginia looked at him as if he was onto something.

The scientist chuckled at the kid-like joy Allen had displayed-- something like that

--Cool!-- the lighthouse keeper mutters with a smile.

--Well, Rosemary and I Will stay here and figure how to dilude the chemicals,you Guys should go get ready, give us a few days-- Lucas answered sitting up Straight and pushing himself off the door frame he was leaning on.

After a few moments each person within the cabin leave, Allen and Virgnia seem lost in a quiet yet energetic conversation, Max seems deep in thought.

Rosemary looks at the floor for a moment-- you know...we could use some back up

Lucas Turned to the scientist with mild anger on his face-- Rosemary...

--Listen. I'm not saying rope them into it. I'm saying let them check in on me every few days, bring groceries and stuff

The ex military stands besides the scientist,arms crossed-- and risk 'em being followed and endager our mission?

--you care about 'em, don't you? -- she turns to him with a brow raised.

--W-well I care about them as anyone would do-- he answered, voice stammering and eyes darting away

--Y'know what I mean, Cole

--It's none of yer bussiness-- He answered.

--if anyone from mayer saw you talking to them they might be in danger-- she Warned-- don't think this whole thing won't go unnoticed

--The hell do you expect me to tell 'em?! "Oh hey why dont you come stay at my cabin in the middle of the Woods,why? Oh the goverment is looking for you!" 

--When you put it like that-- rosemary started, but then she sighed-- look I can call them and tell 'em I call on behalf of Desmond. The Office isn't a safe spot...in fact the only thing keeping us undercover is the tin Foil you set up and the curtains being drawn-- Then she took a moment to think-- Unless...how were they when talking to you? Did they lean in? Copy your body stance?

--uh..I guess? I noticed their voice go down a few pitches-- he answered-- why?

--that's great! Okay here's the thing. Call 'em,tell 'em you wanna meet and make 'em come here to the park -- she started,noticing the increasing flusteredness of her companion-- what?

Lucas scratched the back of his neck-- how do I put this? I don't know how to talk to people,I'm outta practice

--You're talking to me right now

--You know what I mean-- he huffed,scowling at the smirk the woman gives him-- don't look so smug

--So you do have a crush on 'em-- she smirked-- adorable

--You're the worst-- he complained,folding his arms over his chest.

--Look. Chicks dig a Man in uniform-- rosemary started-- what's the worst that could happen? They say no and that's the end of that

Lucas gives an "are you kidding me?" Look to the woman and answers--it's not that easy!

She stands up from sitting on the table and faces her companion--Trust me,Cole. You call em up, and say "Hey,I really enjoyed our talk the other day. can we meet at Elysium Park?" Its infalible, you're nice and honest and it's a place usually filled with people which means they know that there Will be people around,which makes it safe! Witnesses and all that

--And if they ask how I got their number?-- he asks.

--Phone books!

--Great,make me look like a creep why dont you?

Rosemary rolled her eyes-- fine. You can tell them Desmond gave you their number

--Doesn't that violate patient confidentiality?

--Seesh you're complicated! Just call 'em up! Go!-- she Gently pushed him towards the phone resting on a coffee table-- Check if their file are on that paper stack over there-- she pointed at one of the other sofas.

--This is unbelivable-- he growled with warm cheeks and a scowl.

--You'll thank me later!-- rosemary shouted as her companion left, Taking great enjoyment in the way Lucas stomps off towards the files grumbling curses.

Rumaging through the files he finally finds the one belonging Jerico, he sighs under his breath. After finding the number he closes the file a little too abruptly And quickly starts pressing the numbers on his phone.

From where he was sitting,Lucas could see the smug face rosemary was giving him. He finishes pressing the number and puts the speaker part of the phone against his trapezius mouthing-- Fuck off -- and then when she laughs he gives her the middle finger. A really mature interaction between two adults, as you can tell.

Finally, Jerico picks up. Their voice startles Lucas a little bit-- Uh, Hello?

--uhm Hi,it's Lucas the guy you met ar Dr.Wales' Office..

--Oh hey Lucas!-- Their tone was cheery and oddly energetic-- how are you?

--Oh uh- 'M alright. How about you?

--Tired but fine. Glad summer break is starting,university has been kicking my ass-- they reply.

--Yeah I bet. Hey lissen uh- I really enjoyed our talk the other day, can we meet up?-- he hears them squeal on the other side of the phone, he has to clear his throat as blush spreads across his cheeks. Good to know they were excited to see him too.

--Yes. Uh yes of course! Where'd you think we should meet up?

--Elysium park? On the entrance to the dinner?

--cool! Sure. What time?

--Does tomorrow twelve am work for you?-- he asked, looking at Rosemary whose just making kissy lips at him. He grabs a crumpled ball of paper and throws it at her, barely missing his target. Damn he had good aim.

--Yes. It does-- they answer-- One more thing though, How did you get house number?

His cheeks go dark red, he has to cough a little to play off just how flustered he was-- Ah well the doc gave it to me

On the other side of the line,Jerico had their brows raised. They humm as if to say "huh. Interesting" and then they answer-- alright then. See you tomorrow, take care!

--Y-You too, see ya

They hang up first, Lucas takes a quick moment to snap out of it. He clears his throat and settles the phone back to where it was previously.

--Sooo?--Rosemary asked peeking from behind the doorframe, Like a nosy younger sibling.

--I guess I'll be seein' 'em-- he replied looking away, arms folded over his chest and acting all tough and rough.

--Wonderfull!-- she squeals-- they grow up so fast

--aintcha s'pposed to be workin' or somethin'?! Dontcha have better things to do?!-- he exclaimed his flusteredness increasing.

--I'm waiting on some equipment to finish running a few formulas to dilute Agent Rainbow-- she replied nonchalantly,shrugging a little-- I'm just killing time

--I'm going out, 'M gonna practice my aim-- he grabs his jacket haphazardly thrown on the one person sofá and walks to the entrance to his cabin muttering-- so Next time I throw something at you I actually hit you square in the face -- he of course didn't mean it. He was trying to look all tough and manly, rosemary didn't buy in his threat.

Meanwhile, Max had just arrived at his house, muttering under his breath. The door of his house opens a little too roughly, he closes it with a slam and locks it. His jacket is thrown to the nearest chair and as he goes to the fridge he says-- weird chemicals, governent conspiracies...the hell did you got into now Nyaagard.

He takes out a beer and opens it hitting the underside of the bottlecap on the corner of the table-- Unbelivable...

Sitting down on his couch, he sighs audibly, he lands roughly against the cushioned surface. His feet propped up on the coffee table, he looks at the ceiling taking a swig from his drink.

Max's eyes dart to the phone Next to the TV. He had to at least try and call Madison, let her know he would be out,make sure his little girl was alright.

Another sigh falls past his lips yet again. Swirling his beer he takes another sip and stands up, leaving the bottle on the coffee table and picking up the phone

Soon he dials up the number of his ex-wife's home and he anxiously knocks on the wooden surface of the dresser where the phone and TV rested on.

A woman picks up,he knows the voice--Hello?

--Hey...-- He starts.

--Im hanging up

--No wait! Look, Can I just talk to Maddie? I gotta leave for a job soon and I just want to hear her voice

Theres a short but heavy silence that Is interrupted by his ex wife calling out to Madison. A smile appears on his face as he hears his daughter's excited steps up to the phone.

--Daddy!-- Madison exclaims.

--Hello sweetheart-- Max says softly, a kind of softness reserved just for his kid-- how are ya?

--'m fine! Oh I had this thing happen to me at school n'-- Max diligently hears his daughter go on a rant for a solid ten minutes, smiling tenderly.

When she finished he adds-- thats really interesting sweetie, Hey lissen, Daddy has to go away for a bit. I'm not sure when I'm comin' Back but.. I love ya sweetheart

--Love ya too daddy! Good luck!!

He chuckled and said his goodbyes to his kid, then his ex wife adds-- whatever you do,be carefull

--I Will, Keep her safe for me

--Will do

He hangs up and lets out a heavy sigh. Scratching the back of his neck, knocking on wood one last time before returning to the sofá and resume his drinking.

By sunfall Rosemary had the exact formula, she was nothing but efficient. She would spend the rest of the night up until she managed to dilute Agent Rainbow. Next morning Lucas would find Rosemary passed out on her desk.

As the sun rises and Lucas makes his way to the coffee machine, he barely got any sleep at night. Night terrors wouldn't leave him alone.

But, he had to focus on the good things. He was a step closer to saving desmond, and...he could see his crush before plunging into the uncertainty and almost certain death of his mission. Lucas decided to start by having breakfast and leaving a mug of coffee besides rosemary.

He pats her back shaking her a little-- Rose? Wake up. I made ya coffee

The scientist grumbles that she would wake up soon and he finished his own coffee, making his way to a duffel bag to Grab some of his clothes and walking up to the bathroom, he had to get ready for the day ahead

[thepowerisyouth]

EDIT-AS-I-GO-ALONG-JUSTIFY-ALL-MY-ACTIONS-POst

First started February 10th, 2024 in the middle of the night of course. Although I am 22 years old so I should really be saying-- "it all began 22 years ago when I was born"

Sometimes I write rants that are way too long, and I dont feel like editing or deleting it in full, I'm just going to call this what it is:

A very long diary entry I can come back to later. Its got some good stuff I wont lie to myself. But its also probably incomprehensible at times so ignore it as anything but a very rough rant for now

I also plan to invite new-to-the-site people to read my blog (no doubt being exposed to the horrors within my own blog and past). I'm talking bout people who have probably never typed in the letter T, U, M, B, L, R in a row ever once, and boy howdy are they in for the time of their fucking life

For anyone who is reading this right now, and is worried that they might find something truly scarring to their good christian sensibilities on this site, then I heavily recommend using tags, and content filters before delving further down in the dnd dungeon of my blog, or especially the higher level dungeons on the rest of the site for the first time, where the algorithm will absolutely assume you are ready for the same things the rest of the demographic here wants to see.

(Its a lotta porn. Okay? I'm talking about different unique genres of drawn, or whatever medium of porn mainly. Thats scary to a new person)

So grandma-- buckle up. Jesus take the wheel. Have faith in me & humanity. Its going to be a ride to get there but I truly believe you are capable of it

The whole philosophy I'm preaching is about expanding horizons in a respectful way, so please do so.

With that in mind, in order to prepare any newbies to this site in an engaging and fun way, I had to poke fun in what might be taken in a bad way at the site. I dont mean that. I love this site. I liken my words of preparation to what you might say before bringing your transphobic family into your home full of very queer friends

If you really wanna get mad at me, please do, I love hearing dissenting opinions.-- "Life is full of contractions" as they say.-- But please do so in truly, humanizing, empathically good faith. On every. Single. Post you see. Not just mine of course. Theres a lot more to be said on methodology of public discourse that is a huge part of my philosophy so this post really delves into this

Last thing for now before this post gets even more nitty-gritty:

This is really important, but only for any person who at any point doesn't understand something I'm talking about, and is discouraged by that fact to continue reading up on this philosophy. Don't let that discourage you. I made a perfect science ACT score way back when, and it was all thanks to (and literally nothing else) the simple, but persistent learning skill which is: ignore everything you dont know for now. If you start to notice it happens more than once on something you don't deem irrelevant, than ask questions, but often times people get bogged down by big words, but really do get the gist of an argument. And thats more than enough understanding for a first read. Learning takes many attempts. People learn different materials at different rates and thats a fact

Disclaimer 1: I think the other things counted as number ones but I'm starting here with the numbering

Disclaimer 2: I'm wrong. A lot. I talk with varying degrees of confidence because all language capable humans in existence do that, but literally quantum mechanics--the core principles of our universe as we understand them today-- teaches us that everything acts with a bit of a standard error. Theres no coincidence in the universe why statistics is a field of study.

My standard error is +/-50% on being 50% correct. My point is dont @ me for using an incorrect degree of confidence, because as a trained financial analyst I can attest they are all fucking wrong all the time just like me. However, none of them are wrong about most of the things they say, they simply draw the wrong conclusions most of the time

However, if you believe that the ideals which I, and others like me, are preaching are true than you should in good-faith contribute to making this philosophy more refined, not just be a toxic asshole on the internet. I think most sensible people are past that by now, come on.

I think the last thing I can think to say on this specific point about being wrong (there will always be more to say later), is that a lot of us are inclined, in this world, to only trust things when we've really tested & read into every possible source. And that's for every right reason in the world. But there is no denying that there is gate keeping to science. Huge barriers to entry. Exponentially balooning costs to scientific study. Not to mention just like.. paywalls on every site nowadays. Everyone.

I believe that in this year-of-our-lord-mr-krabs 2024 we need to turn back to philosophy to understand all of our problems, more specifically all of our greviences with capitalism. With the important caveat that we do, in fact, have probably thousands or millions or billions more questions answered than our favorite old philosophers. Fuck yes thats exciting! Because that only makes philosophy today work even better. I think it will help us answer trillions more

Disclaimer 3: I also justify myself. A lot. I'm doing it right now. And now. Every word.

This is an edit at the top after reading over disclaimer 3 once: I think I'm defining justification the same way a scientist thinks of evidence. Also context. It really is just all the same thing. I just needed to add that because I wasnt clear about my definition below

I think as time goes on, people will probably justify themselves more, and more, and more, but while also finding ways to better communicate those justifications in a quicker, more efficient way. Like how encryption and decryption science is a super cool and fast growing study. Kinda cool and star trek if you really think about it far enough

The reason I justify justifying myself is that we have, in fact, learned to encrypt and decrypt many things through our own brains and language. If I say a word that someone else knows, than I save time by not having to jump into every possible nook-and-cranny of explaination. This bit of framing about language being an efficiency/encryption/decryption thing will come back a lot in my writings

I read that over, and told myself: "okay bennet I think you lost the point there" so I need to circle back and say that when we speak we are trying--- desperately -- to find a way to decrypt the crazy encryption that is our thoughts. And because trial and error is effective, we often just jump to saying a bunch of things that have worked in the past, in the hope that the listener will respond with the rewarding joy of 2 people in understanding. A puzzle solved, if you will.

For example, if you engage with my post and I perceive that engagement to be positive, than I will probably, uncontrollabley get a rush of dopamine that cocaine only wishes it could give. You know this is true, because you've felt it too

Disclaimer 3a - mistakes are really cool. I finally know why the Japanese have that thing where they highlight mistakes in a piece. Its about making. It. Memorable. I have a great story example on a post here, but I think most people can agree with my position that its easier to remember when you are wrong-- than right.

What that means-- this is super duper uber wuper sluper important. Things that are memorable are part of the decryption key to language. There is a way that we are all figuring out how to communicate where we utilize what some percieve as mistakes to draw in attention, then listener either remembers the key or has to find it, then both move forward, happy having solved the issue of decrypting a bunch of literally just electricity and sound waves coming from a very real human in front of you. How cool is it that we can apply the framework of humans as puzzle solvers to better communicate our crazy thoughts?

To wrap that up-- this doesnt include all forms of language, of course. But I think its a humanist framework for understanding how we can be more effective communicators.

I read over that whole 3a thing and I already had plenty of questions and dissents for myself. Going to just add for now that if we extend our definition of the word mistake, to include ANYTHING that catches the attention more than expected, than yes, this framework makes more sense.

The next time I read that over I thought I could add that people are drawn by knowledge. Something which isnt new to us just isnt interesting. We know this already, but I'm connecting it to this point.

3b - the fact that I bring up humanist arguments for encouraging memory promoting activities brings to mind that it IS HEALTHY FOR US AND HELPS US AVOID NEURODEGENERATIVE DISORDERS

Disclaimer 4: Like most people on this site, most people who arent depressed (I call tired depressed I was told I'm bipolar its what I do), and honestly all leaders, influencers, artists, actors, scientists, innovators, most entrepreneurs---- yatta yatta yatta everyone okay. Bascially, arguments sake, I mean every human being on the planet. I am capable of great, sometimes too great, emotion. If I wasnt Id be dead. If that emotion seems overwhelming, or too much, then please just take a break, or take a step back and try and reframe everything I'm saying as a deperate plea for help from a very young (I was born in 2001), very hungry, person. More on this later

Disclaimer 5: I'm ex mormon. I come from Texas. I use a LOT of religious sounding talk. There is good reason for that and there's good reason I'm giving this it's own disclaimer. Theology & philosophy go hand-in-hand and theres a quadrillion combinations of words I could barf up from the deepest pits of my mind to discuss.

In the interest of keeping the top of this disclaimer an actual one I'm going to stop for now by saying I think I'm correct in using this language so liberally, for now, because it really does work as a way to connect with people who are used to hearing that language. Most #religiouslytraumatized people I know do the same, and Ive yet to find a good reason to stop. But if someone does get triggered from my religious verbiage at all, please let me know. I'm sure theres a way we can work it out that will make both of us feel better. Probably would just be me watching my damn satanist mouth or something

[oh-no-its-bird]

HELPPP IM CRYING ACTUALLY IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THEM???? HONORED TBH????? I love these silly little guys SO much I'm losing my mind over here that u like them enough to write smthn so long ab it, omg don't look at me rn I'm crying

I never thought too much ab Haruka's voice before but tbh now what u described it that way that's just the Official Haruka Voice Take (tm) actually, that is how she sounds now

"I've got nothing better to do, I think she's funny and I want to reinforce her bad habits <3" is so fucking funny and so fucking accurate, this is exactly what is happening in the twins minds actually.

In my notes for their personalities in my notesapp, I just wrote "They're genuinley just the fucking WORST to deal with. Their "I'm going to cause problems on purpose" dials got cranked up to 10 and got stuck that way at birth" which I think sums it up nicely.

I've been writing silly small stuff for them lately to hoard jealously in my notesapp and I think Haru has a genuine mean streak while Hiro is a lot more bark than bite— but also Haru looks and talks a bit gentler while Hiro acts and sounds rougher, so they often give off the opposite impressions. Don't worry Hiro, your brother will do what you aren't strong enough to (crime)

There's all sorts of fun layers to it too, like, considering they're from a clan who tries to shelter it's children— but they're also from the infamously bloody warring states period, who had to bring up their children much quicker and rougher than modern. I think Hiro would have made a wonderful modern day shinobi while Haru is a good example of the inherent violence of the warring states, just buried under good cheer and playfulness. Mmmm phycology,,,

I love their little trio with Shiruka, they are besties and she's also their first real friend their age, while she's kind of but not quite an outcast in her own clan due to her parents poor standing. She's older sibling coded and so tired of their shit but also quietly, perpetually amused by it, which is probably part of why she sticks around. That, plus their clear undying loyalty towards anything and anyone considered "theirs"— a list she's made it on and does her best to reply in kind

They are holding hands and will continue to hold hands together till they inevitably die at ~19 for the good of the village, yippie !!!

At least they'll get to live on in the memory of Hiname,,

Just kidding she dies like 3 years later, whoops!

BUT YEAH THEM !!! I love them so much, I had way too much fun thinking ab just the ecosystem for young shinobi in early konoha.

I have so many more thoughts ab it all tbh, theres no doubt tons of things happening as so many different people and clans settle in to a new normal but I ofc have my focus

I think I accidentally created some sort of little mystery/conflict with my silly meme of Shiruka going "he wants to order break into my clan heirs house" while also stating that she and her family aren't currently in good standing with the Nara main family.

I wasn't thinking ab it too hard when I drew it but now I'm sat over here like "girl why are you helping Haru break into your clan heirs home when you're already most likley on their (or at least their parents) shit list?? Who is the clan heir and why does Haru want to break into their house?? What drama is this??"

I'll probably think harder about it later, I feel like there's potential there

I need to stop thinking so hard ab potential early konoha narrative things bc I refuse to be consumed by it and know I very much will give in to The Voices if I continue

I say that but I'm absoloutley going to continue to think ab them. Actually.

Ough,,, Wolves of the Woods my beloved,,, one day I'll write u,,, one day,,

That said I'm also enamored with Tetsuo as clan heir (someone get him out of there!!!) He's great at it but also really, really does not want the position.

I think when he was younger and Tobirama was visiting the clan, he point blank begged him to take the position— But Tobirama said no, he's a Senju through and through and he's proud to be second to his Anija. A week later, and Tetsuo officially got the title (and maybe cried about it but only just a little and only on the inside)

(Tetsuo is still nursing a tiny grudge over this, though it's lessened slightly since Sakumo's birth)

POV he's in an especially bitchy mood and Tobirama asks him something and he just kind of grumbles, "oh, I'm sorry, are you my clan heir?"

Queue ??????? from like half of those present

He's so cute tho I think he has my favorite design of all of them. He dresses the fanciest for sure— Haruka totally owns similar things (I think the half and half haori is super cute and I want it to be a clan staple) but only wears it on occasions where she needs to, while he's more traditional/conscious of himself and his position, so he dresses like that all the time. He's probably the guy they send to the capital whenever it's necessary and the clan heads presence isn't needed

Random early konoha oc fun fact no one asked for: I have a vague messy fic idea from months ago now that basically amounts to "the Hatake's die before Madara defects to the village, and Kabuto, in practicing Orochimaru's edo tensei in preparation for the final battle, revives them— then manages to lose them in transport before they wake up. Not knowing any better, they flock to Madara to help in his fight"

I love time travel I love drama I love horrible misunderstandings and family/clan drama !!!!!

Uhh take some notes from that:

ANYWAYS THANKS SO MUCH IM SO GLAD U LIKE THEM SORRY FOR MY WORD VOMIT I JUST GET SO EXCITED AB THEM I COULD EXPLODE WITH IT ACTUALLY

Silly, early Konoha lore and oc things drawn while thinking about this post

!!! early konoha my beloved !!! I have so many thoughts ab it, I want to write a fic that's just silly early Konoha things viewed from the perspective of the less important clan members and their everyday lives. I'm aware the audience for that is incredibly small but I have too much fun just thinking ab it to really care!

Ichigo remains the only naruto oc Ive ever actually written for (in one step three steps), tho Haruka has been mentioned in multiple fics of mine now just bc she fills the role of Tobirama + Hashirama's blood aunt that I needed to be filled in my "Kakashi interacts with Tobirama w the knowledge that they are directly related" fics, of which there are now multiple

but yeah, take some silly art and lore comics !! I had fun while making these and will now probably put all these ocs on a shelf where I will not touch them for some more months

[vlodimirvoneverec]

4am ramblings! Tw: depression, trauma, that sorta thing.

Man, I’m trying to reconnect with my emotions in therapy and its just so hard. Because after all these years theres just a lot of hurt behind the dam. I think if I start letting some emotions through to process them, Ill get caught up in the deluge and drown. They’re overwhelming. Putting them away behind a wall has helped me survive to get to where I am today and the only reason I’m trying to reintegrate the feeling part of myself is because I know I should, not because I want to or believe that it will help or improve things. In fact, I think that if I start feeling things, I wont be able to stop and the world will feel paralyzing and overwhelming again. I just have hope that I am strong enough now to shoulder it. I used to feel things so deep as a kid and now as an adult I realize I still can feel that deeply, still experience joy and newness and the perfect combination of all those ooey gooey neurochemicals that make life take on color and sound and motion again. But then with that depth the loss of them hurts all the more. Like if a turtle came out of its shell to finally feel the sunlight on its face only to freeze to death once the sun sets. Id rather stay inside my shell. There may be no content heat, no gentle summer breeze or succulent clover inside the shell but at least there’s survival. Survival in the hope that maybe one day, the sun won’t leave and return to the shell will never be necessary. But each time that feels like it might be the case the winter frost scores my nose and leaves me alive just enough to regret doubting the safety of the shell. And alive just enough to begin longing inside for the heat to rise again. My classmate said her therapist said starting a sentence with “I feel” then ending it with an intellectualization doesn’t count. Which is hard, because I’ve been masquerading my intellectualizations as feelings and using what I think I should feel as a reference point. But I dont know what I feel because I dont think I could adequately articulate it linguistically. Its paralyzing. When you have so much to say but can’t get it out in a way people understand. Like trying to scream in a bad dream but theres so much power getting ready to burst through your throat that it dies in there. I guess I think that if I start feeling, I’ll have to catch up from all the time I spent not feeling. And I know thats a lot of shit I’ve just swallowed down and pushed through since I didn’t think there was anything to do for it at the moment. And the thing is is that there wont be anything to do for it in the current moment but feel it. And it seems like a waste to cripple myself like that with nothing to show for it but a sense of despair and defeat. Maybe if I feel things again and get the feelings out I can move on from the thing tearing through my mind most of the time. I’ve talked with so many people, people I’m close with, who I trust to give me their honest advice and opinions. Even with all this I’m nowhere closer to a solution or a plan of action than when I got back. If anything, I’ve less now than when I got back. Of course, when I got back there emerged plenty of other dumpster fires to put out, which is an ongoing fire suppression process. My friends must be sick of me just ruminating over the same thing. Bringing it up in unrelated conversations over and over and over, like a rock in the ocean waves. Well all the edges are smoothed out now, but the rock is still there. I don’t know if it will erode any more. Or quick enough for my purposes. Don’t I owe it to my loved ones to get over this and move on? Because whether I have time to ruminate or not, the world turns on, and the longer I linger the faster I’ll have to run to catch up. Another classmate said humans have discomfort with discomfort. Im a testament to that perspective. Hope can be a pain, when you can no longer see giving up as an answer. It will cycle through again I just know it. I just hope I have the presence of mind to enjoy the suns heat on my scaled head and the soft ground below while it’s there before it recedes...

[dirk-like-from-homestuck]

well ok first of all its already a misspelling so theres not exactly a right way to do it, go wilder than the spelling of fairy. anwyay. ive been prompted to go on so i guess i will have to do so.

lets just run it by whatever i think is interesting.

I feel knotted up today / But in a most exquisite way / Like neckties or like macramé / Bowlines and zeppelin bends

i like this bit but it also right away reminds me of the confusion of being uncertain as to what the logic and placement is in your mind and your surroundings, which is the vibe i will not lie.

If you were a theremin / I wouldn't know where to begin / My hands would stay here on my chin / With a hum that never ends

brain dont shut the fuck up about what to do now does it.

This suit doesn't fit me / I made it myself, counterfeitly / With buttons of blue / Killing me with déjà vu / It's a gift for you

this one to me is just splitting. its being something, brought on by your own mind, that doesnt actually fit into your body. and how it tends to fucking suck lmao and its meant as a means to function outwardly, but it does hurt the brain.

switched up the color coding there as to not get too confusing with all the red.

When I escape at last / When enough time has passed / But something keeps me as a pet / The only house that's not on fire yet / I made it when I was an architect

a lot of its waiting. fuck it actually most of its waiting. youre a victim of the whims of your complicated mind, a vague hell brought on by your own coping mechanisms, that you cant understand or get away from.

This is just the side effect / I feel strangely regular / But honestly, I prefer it to /The usual bizarre / Damn that oxymoron

sometimes its just quiet and thats better than having bitches running around. not to us specifically but i know a lot of people feel that way. like they want to own their existence for a while. alas. being a walking, constant self-contradiction. need i say more.

If you were a piece of dust / I'd shine a light through the busted window / And I'd learn to trust / In the updraft that you're on

to be honest ive drawn a blank on what i thought about this verse but. still.

Click, click, auto-focus / The film's in the can like hocus-pocus / A picture of you / Killing me with déjà vu

hehe camera line. flashbacks btw. reliving your bullshit because it suits your fancy that day.

Don't know what I'll do when I escape at last / When the end of time has passed / But something keeps me as a pet / The only house that's not on fire yet / I made it when I was an architect / This is just the side effect

already talked about this.

The punch line is there is no punch line / The punch line is there is no punch line / The punch line is there is no punch line[...]

i dont know if this is just me, i kind of doubt it, but frankly it feels like a joke sometimes. like youre gods silliest jester but the joke is everything sucks and it doesnt end. idk tho.

Oh! I just thought of how to change all the hate / Into love with the old switcheroo / Dancing in my déjà vu / You'll be dancing, too

splitting and switching. again! the very fluid changes in intense emotional states that those things bring. etc etc. you understand.

When I escape at last / When the future is the past / But something keeps me as a pet / The only house that's not on fire yet / The only house that's not on fire yet / The only house that's not on fire yet / The only house that's not on fire (yet)

its more flashback shit bro. its drawing connections between the patterns of your life and feeling like itll just repeat itself and you gotta stick to your methods lest you fuck everything up for yourself

that was fun. thinkins hard. this probably makes 0 sense in hindsight. huge wops.

the entirety of The Only House That's Not On Fire Yet is a system song to me. to ME