#andsocks

[knife-filled-plushies]

ermmerm what is it when. two people just cant seem to take their eyes off eachother

...a staring contest :3

thisis dumb but im tired andsock

HSDJSHF- i thought you were asking a genuine question and i got so confused hdfjs-

rest, my man-the good stuff

[speachley]

is it too soon to post more cosplay pictures? 📚 #cosplay #seifuku #uniform #thighhighs #tbcc #notevenaspecificanime #juslikethelook #andsocks https://www.instagram.com/p/B0_gK1jFXaF/?igshid=km3kdzapfgoe

[asthegirlturns]

Current situation: Back home, and enjoying my new warm socks I got for Christmas, a hot toddy, and my own Hot Toddy and fur babes. #itsthemostwonderfultimeoftheyear #babyitscoldoutside #igotmylovetokeepmewarm #igotmydogstokeepmewarmtoo #andsocks #thankscuz #merrychristmas #happyboxingday (at Pasadena, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6jyIcYHvia/?igshid=1wfglspu35ufs

[unicorrnstuff]

Daylight is so close

So don’t u worry bout a thing

We’re gonna be alright 👩🏼‍🦰

[pencil-down-a-paragraph]

Weirdly Specific Headcanons pt1

Sleep Headcanons

Rooftop Gang

AIZAWA

Seems like the kinda guy who just wears sweat pants to bed

Shirts just get tangled and lump weirdly and the collars choke him out in his sleep

Has exactly one comforter blanket and it’s old and worn and ratty and faded and the filling is all lumpy and uneven and even though it’s been patched up so many times it’s still got stuffing poking out of it

but it’s soft from use and familiar and smells like glitter and movie nights and lavender and feels like love and reassurance and his friends

sleeps on his stomach across his pillows with his face buried in both it and his arm

If caught before 11:00 am on weekends or days off he can be found lurking around his apartment in his pjs and an unzipped hoodie

It stays unzipped unless a student comes around bc his abs r none of their business

Also it’s indecent

And speaking of indecent

YAMADA

My guy sleeps in the nude

And not for any uwu simpy reason either

Sleeping with both clothes AND a blanket is a sensory nightmare for him

It’s either one or the other and he’d rather risk a high a/c bill for a constant comfortable temperature at night then try clothes bc it still sucks even when wearing the bare minimum to bed and a light blanket is always something he can handle

Even though he kicks it off onto the floor in his sleep every time he uses it

he sleeps on his side curled around a pillow and wakes up sprawled on his back with the pillow somewhat within reach

Never locks his door which is an absolutely terrible decision bc two of his best friends have no regard for privacy and tend to bust into his room before screaming which makes him startle awake screaming

Aizawa sits in mic’s kitchen listening to them shriek

this happens every. single. time

He’s the kinda guy to get dressed pretty soon after he wakes up, but If you catch him early enough you can find him standing around in a pair of boxers blankly staring at his reflection in the mirror

SHIRAKUMO

You’d think he’d be the one to sleep naked considering his track record, but nah

My mans here is the kinda guy who sleeps in his clothes

And not just any clothes

In McHecking jeans andsocks

He just can’t be bothered to put on pajamas most of the time leading to him just collapsing into bed and passing out

And he actually LIKES it that way!

why is he like this someone stop this madman

sometimes he manages to take off his shirt but not often

He sleeps how ever he lands when tossing himself into bed, which is more often than not sprawled out on his stomach

Tends to knock off both his blanket and pillows

Never makes his bed just throws his stuff back on and hopes for the best

Has a ridiculous amount of throw blankets but only ever sleeps with one soft blue

Not that he ever uses it bc he falls asleep on top of it

Mans room is probably a bit of a mess

Unmade bed, fresh clothes in random places, dirty clothes on the floor and on top of a lamp

He just can’t find it on himself to get around to it

It’s not that he doesn’t wantto, his heart and soul just ain’t in it

He sleeps on a freaking twin XL and refuses to sleep on anything better

like a man unused to comfort

Until the rest of the rooftop gang drag him out and make him buy a queen sized mattress

Ya know, sleeping on couches are also probably his jam

Doesn’t even get a crick in his neck bc he’s magical like that

If you wake him up, it doesn’t matter if you’re in the room, he will start getting ready for the day

Which is mostly just changing his shirt or pants

He’ll just get up, take off his pants, and go rooting around for a fresh pair

The gang is desensitized to this and no longer care what state they see him in

KAYAMA

girl sleeps like a QUEEN

baggy sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and big mens shirts? BLESS

has an absolutely massive bed covered in like five blankets and dozens of pillows

dang her bed is probably, like, those big round ones, ya know those?

and like a black or blue hanging canopy or something idk

she probably has a ridiculous amount of stuffed animals she keeps on her bed and maybe couch

they're just a bunch of valentines gifts and arcade/claw machine prizes she's stocked up over the years including one absolute UNIT of a stuffed bear that was "anonymously" gifted to her one year when she was going through something rough

it was the boys

anyway

you have to be careful when you put something on her bed bc one second its there then u look and away and Bam!! its gone forever

you wake up in the morning with an old pencil stuck in ur back

midnight checks under her bed for something and she's like "oh, hey! i haven't seen this Nokia since middle school!!"

the gang always tries to keep an eye on sushi in fear that the bed will eat the cat

mic has collectively lost 47,000 yen, 18 name brand markers, 2 keychains, 14 gummy shark packs, and a tangerine to The Bed

she owns a sleeping mask with the lenny face on it to match with a shirt that ALSO has the lenny face in it

as the entire squad has keys to each other's places, if they show up while she's still in bed they will dogpile her in an attempt to wake her up

not that it works, they all end up sleeping past noon

not that it ever actually stops them from trying again later

shirakumo buys her glow in the dark stars for her ceiling

she still has them--even after he's gone. she likes to look and them and pretend he's still here

[romanssippycup]

Surgery: Part 3

Hey guys guess what? More Logan Angst! :}

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(Let me know if you want to be tagged! :D )  Part 1 -- Part 2 “Though love may have begun with emotions, it is only truly ignited by a choice.” ---------------------------------------------

Virgil shakily passed the book to the shot-eyed side clinging onto him. It wasn’t that he wanted to stop reading, but his voice had given out. Shocked from the reality of the situation, he had no choice but to hand it off. Perhaps Roman would have been a better choice, but Patton had already grasped the book in his hands, stroking the loose pages with long ungiven affection. Hiccupping and sobbing between paragraphs, the moral side began to read.

Wednesday. Six days before Thomas’s Surgery:

It is approximately six o’clock in the afternoon. I had been meaning to write this morning about my thoughts, but quite honestly what I have experienced up until now would be more beneficial to the reader than what I had intended to write earlier. Today was a blur, so to speak. Meaning it went by too fast for me to get an accurate grasp on all that happened. So, I will continue to use this journal to sort my thoughts at the end of each day and hopefully bring a better understanding to how Thomas should process this whole ordeal, if there even is a right way to process an end to something.

It was an idea that jolted me awake two hours before my usual alarm clock. I had been trying to comprehend ways to cope with preordained passing the night before, but somehow the thought must have stuck with me. Realizing that perhaps the thought might be troubling Virgil as well for reasons he might not understand, I decided to research the matter instead of falling back asleep. That way if he had questions, I could give them a reasonable response instead of the truth.

What I found were many ways to ignore or distract oneself from the idea that time was quickly passing, but most of these did not involve my intervention or help. They involved Roman and Patton galavanting on all their own hopes and dreams without any developed reasoning. I had decided this was not what Thomas needed, but as the day continued on I began to have second thoughts.

I’d say I started second-guessing my thoughts right about when Joan and Talyn drove Thomas to get ice cream so they could talk and plan out what to do for each day of the week until next tuesday. They made sure not to mention the reason why they were planning a week full of ‘fun’ activities, but I can explicitly recall Patton and Roman not really caring as to why we were doing this. At the beginning I began to protest each idea with varying facts about Thomas’s well-being and schedule when some very real facts began to hit me.

I do not remember when I went silent, or when I lowered my head. Or for how long Virgil had been raising his voice at me to get my attention. The weight of the realization had all dumped on my shoulders at once. Thomas did not have a schedule anymore nor could he post anymore videos until his farewell announcement. His well-being was already drastically changing and it seemed I had already become obsolete in my known function. The confusion I felt and am still feeling looms over me even as I write...

As I had mentioned earlier, Virgil was the only one to notice my horrified state. I barely remember his words, but I do remember his panicked face in front of mine. It was at that moment that I realized there was no real logical solution to what was going to transpire in six days. I felt unable to open my mouth to comfort him, because the only thing on my tongue was the truth. The facts of the real situation, having been sealed away from further revealment by the promise I had made to Thomas, hiding behind my lips and my memory. I began to realize Thomas had begun to lie to himself, and in turn to the rest of the sides. It was his logic that had created this faulty reasoning that everything was going to be fine. The cognitive distortions being forever in my favor as I was unable to correctly reason why I shouldn’t tell Virgil the truth. And I began to question if Thomas’s facts, or more directly, if I would ever be right again.

I retreated back to my room after the group had settled on a water park for the day’s adventure. The door to Virgil’s room slamming shut shortly after I arrived, told me he was just as frustrated as I was confused. I looked to all the scheduling and planning paperwork I had filled out the day of the information reveal, laid strewn about my desk in an unorderly fashion. Resentment built up in my chest as I gathered it all up and dropped it in the garbage. I remember talking to myself and reasoning that there was no need for thorough planning and that, for once, I could relax. Hah! Relax. I still don’t understand the meaning of the word.

I remembering researching a plethora of topics with the free time that I had for the rest of the day while Thomas and his friends were at the Water Park. I figured, if I couldn’t be useful then at least I would try to learn as much as I could before I was unable to function as a side any longer. It started with random topics, sporadically jumping from subject to subject, soaking up all of the facts that I knew would probably never be of use to me in the near future. As I look back on my decision now, I believe it was a coping mechanism I used as I continued processing the information I had learned about just a day before. But, I can say matter of factly that I am not unhappy with my choice.

Ironically, sometime during my nonsensical research pattern, I came across the word love. I had almost bypassed it, but in my current state as disheveled as it was, I began to look into it using the same faulty reasoning as Thomas was using to lie to the other sides. At first, it was everything that Patton basically was. The mushy, feels, icky complicated human emotions, but something snapped as I continued to read deeper into the meanings of love. What I found that immediatly brought me out of my disarrangement and straight to epiphany, was just a simple sentence. “Love is a feeling, but it is also a choice.”

My discernment began to return as I pondered this thought. These two definitions of love can work independently of each other. One can have a feeling without taking action and one can act out of love without a feeling of love behind it! The latter being one of the main reasons long term relationships and friendships last as long as they do. Love isn’t always an emotion. Now granted, emotions can act as a catalyst to help spur acts of love on to become a reality, but the thought that someone could actually love without having an emotion tied with it shocked me. Perhaps I am more capable of love than everyone, including myself, thought I was.

Quickly grabbing scrap paper, I excitedly began to research the different acts of love and their meaning. Compassion. Time spent. Empathy. Sympathy. ...sacrifice. As I look back on my time as a logical side, I wish I had not been so arrogant and researched this sooner. Perhaps some of the fights I have had with Patton, Roman, and Virgil might have been avoided. At the very end of my research I closed with a statement that I am still quite confused about. “All of these acts must be performed with the expectation that you will get nothing in return. Love was never meant to be a bargain, but of an unconditional accord.” I cam to a conclusion that will awestruck me. It was really only my ignorance that kept me from the brotherly and family type of love I could have shared with my fellow sides.

I immediately related all this information back to my present situation as I jumped out of my chair and began to write down my thoughts. I could let Patton know I love him by letting him have more of his way this week. I could show Virgil I love him by trying to get to know him better. I could let Roman know I love him by acknowledging that he might be correct on something, and not being mean about it. I do not have to deliberately state I love them for me to know I meant it. And even if they don’t love me back perse, I will know that I have been able to overcome a boundary that no one including myself had thought possible. Understanding that this experiment would take the total of my being, did not phase me one bit, because I knew that I had nothing left to lose, but six days time.

This satisfying realization encompassed me as I planned how to put the entirety of my research to practice. And for once, as I continue to do now, I smiled...

---End of Part 3---

[mall-fountain-daydream]

Walked home today! #snow #corvallis #itissocold #sendhelp #andsocks #MySnapshots

[goodday4ever]

I need to start using this. #PutOnYourPants #AndSocks #BecauseSantaSaidSo

[thedrawingduke]

#inktober 23 >:}

[thenamesallison]

Go into Suwannee go find they're playing The Avengers. Today may be a good day after all. #thebestwaytomyheart #thefunniestpartisiamwearingmymarvelshirt #andsocks

[ledzepphyr]

So did anyone else think it was freezing last night? #ihadlike5blankets#andsocks#stillcold

[romanssippycup]

Surgery: Part 2

Yay!! More Logan angst! :}

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Part 1 

(Sorry this isn’t very long. I thought it was a good stopping point. I hope your hearts shatter with mine! :’) ) ”There are times when the greeting is more painful than the goodbye.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The object Patton clung onto for dear life was none other than a book from Logan’s room, with his old ice blue tie sticking out of the side of it. Virgil and Roman watched in sheer horror as Patton continued rocking back and forth, trembling with sorrow. His actions progressively got shakier with each wave of tears that hit him. Eventually, Virgil could not take anymore of this.

With no words, he gently but firmly grabbed a hold of Patton’s shoulders and brought him into his cold embrace, the book now being squished between the two aspects. Patton began to quiet his onslaught of wailing and froze in the arms of the anxious side. Roman didn’t dare move. He didn’t have the strength even if he wanted to, but once the moral aspect had stopped sobbing, the whole void’s atmosphere suspended as if it was frozen in time.

The torn cardigan still lay on the ground, next to pool of tears and the shattered spectacles. Virgil noticed these things as he looked at his surroundings, taking in everything to account. Suddenly, he felt something jab into his ribs sharply. Looking down, Patton was moving the book between them, trying to dislodge it. Anxiety reluctantly made some space between them allowing Patton to pull the object out and show it to him.

It was the first time he had seen the emotions fear and sorrow commingling at the same time in the father’s eyes. The look they shared at that moment, confirmed Virgil’s worst fears. Solemnly, he tore his gaze away and down to the book that Patton was now silently handing him. The hug finally ended as Virgil’s hands carefully grasped the worn edges of the book.

Just from the looks of it, he could tell it was a diary or journal of some sort. Before opening it, Virgil beckoned the fanciful aspect closer to him and all three sides sat on the ground in a position where they could each see the contents of the journal. The silence continued to circle the air, until the book was opened to the page the tie had marked. At that point, Virgil breathed in deeply before speaking the words on the page.

Tuesday. Seven Days before Thomas’s Surgery.

Hello Patton, Roman, and Virgil. This is Logan speaking...er...writing. It is the night of when the following information had first been revealed to me. To put it simply, The frontal lobe of Thomas’s brain is failing and it must be removed. The problem of this is that all of Thomas’s memories are stored in the frontal lobe. Every fact and situation that resides there will cease to exist in his mind. Because I am the embodiment of his facts and experiences, by inductive reasoning I will cease to exist in his mind. If I were...emotional...I might even go as far to say that I have failed, because if his brain has malfunctioned, then I have malfunctioned.

I am not sure what to make of all this information and I did not want you all to ‘freak’ about what was going to happen. Thomas asked me to hide this information from all of you. It did not seem logical at first, but now that I that I can predict how each of you would have acted had you all known my time was running out, it seemed like the best option. So, I took the information from the main room and hid it elsewhere. And that is why none of you will have recollection of these events stored in the disk located in the back of this book.

(It seemed as if this next part had been written not long ago. The ink was still somewhat fresh.)

If there is one thing I ask of you all though, please read through my writings before watching the footage yourself. This book contains my thoughts and processes as Thomas goes through his last seven days being ‘himself’. Yes Roman. I know it might be boring to you. But, I believe this is important information that needs to live on, especially if Thomas has any chance of reclaiming his lost memories.

By the time you all read this, however, I will be...dead...as a clear and simple way to put the inexistence of a being that once lived. I am mainly writing this introductory because I would like to apologize to all of you for my failure. My failure as a logical aspect and a failure to Thomas. I realize that this is a bodily malfunction and maybe not necessarily a thought process problem, but I am unable to decipher between the two at the moment. Perhaps, these accounts will give a clearer perspective on why I acted the way I did this past week. I will agree it was out of my character, but I did it because...well...I will let all of you put the pieces together. Call it my ‘so called’ death wish that my fellow aspects-er...family would like to enjoy this final puzzle in spirit...with me.

I do not like goodbyes, so I will say hello. I am now a figment of the past. You can choose to remember me or not. Even if you drop this book in the void when you are finished with it and forget I ever existed, it won’t matter, because I will never exist to Thomas again. But, because you are still reading and are clearly interested, please turn the page and join me, as we take a look into this past week from my point of view...

-----End of Part 2-----

[picass0trill]

...step your growth up damn #shoesbe50bucksonsale #youandyourbabycousinsharekicks #andsocks #uhaveakidsfootlockercard

[door]

Pretty solid Valentine. #batman #andsocks

[gabrielalauren]

Thank you to my secret Santa 😍🎅🎁

[xoxokissmefool]

#homecoming #thanksforthebeenie #andshirts #andsocks #andtoothbrush