#backpack stories

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

The Solve It Squad as Servants of the Lords in Black

AKA an AU I think about a lot but will probably never write.

Gwen: Blinky. This one's obvious and easy. Gwen's career is all about fame and perception, and she loves to be noticed--her underlying character motivation often boils down to "get as many eyes on me as possible." And she's constantly positioning the others in front of cameras, doing her best to lay them bare to the world, even when they're at their very worst.

Esther: Nibbly. I briefly considered putting Scrags here, but ultimately decided that his relationship with food is far too complex. Esther, on the other hand, doesn't really have that problem. Despite their anarcho leanings and consistent disdain for capitalism, deep-down Esther is all about consumption, and often the pointedly mindless kind. The non-stop intake of substances, the way their brain devours information when they're sober... hell, they even work as a sample person at Costco of all places (no offense to Costco).

Keith: Tinky. Another bastard-and-bastard duo. While T'noy Karaxis is all about the false promise of nostalgia and the dangerous allure of living in the past, connecting him to all of the Squad but Esther, Keith takes it to a whole new level. This man is in his 30s, and he lives in the car he drove in high school, maintains an imaginary relationship with his girlfriend from freshman year, designs and sells merchandise of his high school glory days, and at one point even puts on the clothes he wore when he was probably fifteen. But really seals the deal is his Tinky-esque willingness to trap others in the past with him, going so far as to manipulate and deceive in order to return to a time where he felt he mattered. And what's more Tinky than that?

Scrags: Wiggly. Representing Capitalism, Wiggly is all about the holes that the ravages of time leave in people's souls, and the mad, exploitative rush to find something that fills them. And who feels the wounds of the past more deeply and painfully than Scrags? Unlike Esther, Scrags is forced by diabetes to find something other than straight-up non-stop consumption to deal with his losses, and unlike Keith he operates under the delusion that he's not still living in the past. But he's nonetheless constantly searching for an out. So instead he loses himself in his job, working as basically a cop of all things, and what's more capitalist than that?

BONUS--

Cluebert: Pokey. "Cluebert, you’re the tie that binds us all as ONE." He was their unifier, the thing that kept them working as one unit. Also, let's be real, a talking dog is some Pokey-ass shit.

[heavens-secret]

I love how almost nobody is talking about ABH yet (at least on my feed) because as beloved as it is, most of us just have this silent understanding that it’s way too expensive to afford outside of a DR 🫠😭 especially bc for that story you really gotta use all 3 slots cause picking an L.I. is impossible

[sapphicsnzs]

camping with allergies is so adorable especially with a significant other. being outside all day kicking off their allergies. then holding them close by the campfire and having the smoke tickle their nose more. and then finally exhausted after a day of sneezing cuddling into their partner in the tent only to realize there’s so much dust in there. also the idea of not having tissues because you can’t throw them out so having to use a bandana, a shirt, or your partner…

[quirkle2]

my new little guy for a story in my head called october eighteenth........ his name is tac and his hobbies include free climbing, looking at bugs, and thinking about the end of the world. if u ask about him i'll kiss you on the mouth /threat

[elderwisp]

◁ || ▷ now playing

Kai: Why does it matter who I find attractive? It’s all incredibly surface-level anyway. Look, what I’m trying to say is… I have a bit of a secret.

[ leaves rustling ]

Kai: I didn’t always like my best friend. 

Frances: I’m not playing.

Dan: Kai? Atlas?

Atlas: Oh god, I guess.

Kai: Count me in.

Dan: Arlight. Kai, you start. Spin. 

Kai: Fine, fine. 

Atlas: [ snorts ] Why do you look so scared, Castillo? I promise, I’ll be gentle. 

Kai: [ rolls eyes ] Come here. 

Dan: Yooo! 

Atlas: Hehe.

Frances: They actually…

Kai: It’s such a far-fetched idea, at least I’m self-aware. Why Atlas insisted on meeting me with such tenderness, I don’t know. I do know that it changed everything. [ bell dings ]

Alex: Kai?

[eljeebee]

Pilgrimage

“Why the long face, Arvin?” Mason asked.

“Yeah, do you hate us being here?”

“What! N-No!” Arvin sputtered.

Mr. Covey, who was fixing himself coffee, let out a chuckle. “Don’t mind Arvin. Miss Lee next door sent us a notice that she’d be away on a vacation in Selvadorada. We drove her to the airport earlier. He’s been like that ever since.”

“AWWWWW, Vinny boy you miss her!”

“Kali!! Shut it!!” Arvin’s groans were muffled as he buried his head in his arms.

On the first week of Spring, Lavender received a letter from the Selvadorada Monastery, forwarded by the Union of Sages. It wrote,

“To Miss Lavender Lee,

I am writing to inform you that the Seekers of the Watcher designated our humble monastery to be Her Pupil’s pilgrimage site. We are honored to host this year’s pilgrimage, just as we are honored to have the Seekers reside in the monastery.

Please, write to me when is your intended arrival, so that we may prepare. We wait for you, Miss Lee.

Warm regards, Chief Monicus Lawa Song P.S. A monicus by the name of Lakandiwa Nasudi will wait for you at Puerto Llamante.”

When she received this letter, she felt ecstatic. She’s finally meeting with the Seekers – the people who had only communicated with her as whispers. Who would’ve thought they had faces, and not just voices in her head? I sound insane if I put it that way. She thought.

Lavender had been waiting for this. The Sages had told her before that there would come a time where she must meet with the Eyes of the Watcher. Sometimes, this meeting meant that trouble would come. Sometimes, it’s just meant for a Pupil to be trained by the Seekers. She doesn’t know what this year’s pilgrimage means. She hopes it’s just for training.

She stood in front of a statue of an old woman, in what seems to be a town square. She gazed at it. The imagery of the woman looked warm – welcoming.

“You must be Lavender Lee.”

“How did you know? I sure do hope my backpack wasn’t a dead giveaway.”

The man laughed. “We don’t get tourists at this time, kiddo.”

Lavender sheepishly smiled. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“I’m Lakandiwa Nasudi, a monicus of the monastery. Are you ready for another trek?”

Lavender gleefully nodded.

“You must be feeling nervous. This is the first time you’re meeting with the Seekers, no?”

“Yes…how did you feel meeting them?”

“They’ve been here since I came here, but to tell you the truth, it feels otherworldly to me. Imagine, Miss Lee, you’re walking along with the people touched by Her. It gives me so much faith and hope.”

“Is Selvadorada their home?”

“Yes and no,” Lakandiwa replied. They’ve reached the Belomisia trail. “They had complicated pasts, and they hailed from different countries…ancient countries. They chose to stay here in the monastery. The Seekers told us it’s because Selvadorada – and her people – are much closer to Her.”

“Oh yeah. I heard they practice the Omiscan religion, where the Watcher is a goddess, not the Smithsonian god. Is it true, Mr. Nasudi?”

“You’re the Pupil, aren’t you?”

She nodded.

“Then you must know.”

Lavender sheepishly looked down. “I’ve only talked to the Seekers…”

“Ah, then you must ask them.”

Lakandiwa spoke again after a moment. “I believe they chose Selvadorada as their home because Her presence is here. She is much closer here than any other parts of the world.”

She looked at him again. He continued, “There are nights that I feel as if she’d come down from the heavens. Those nights are the same nights the Seekers go out to commune.”

“What do you feel?”

“Love.”

By then, they’d reached a clearing where a building stood surrounded by water. Lavender gasped.

“Welcome to the Selvadorada Monastery, Miss Lee. Come!”

He led her inside, and when she got in, a view of a small courtyard greeted her. There’s a small structure in the middle, with incense holders and a plate of fruit.

Lakandiwa guided her to the stairs. “Come, come, I know you’re hungry.”

There were two women working at the kitchen. The younger woman noticed them. And this woman…She beamed. Holding out one finger, as if she’s saying, this will be quick!, the younger woman quickly placed the food she was preparing in a rice cooker. Then, she giddily went to them.

“Hello,” she greeted. “I’m Kashvi Argunas. You must be the Pupil.”

Lavender smiled. “Yes…”

She took notice of the woman’s eyes. Green, with hints of pink…like a salamander. Her ears? Pointy – like a vampire!

A vampire as a monk? That’s preposterous.

Lakandiwa must’ve noticed how her face twisted subtly. “She’s a vampire…if you find her ears peculiar.”

“I – uh – I can see that. I have quite the eye when looking at…uhm… the supernatural. I can see through their charms…so yeah…”

“Oh, but I’m not using any charms! I don’t hide.”

“That’s right,” Lakandiwa nodded. “Everyone here knows.”

“Every –”

The other woman suddenly said, “Kashvi, why don’t you show her the bedroom? Diwa, come help me.”

“You heard the Chief.”

Kashvi led her to the bedroom, “Follow me!”

[longliveustherecklessandthebrave]

I wanted to post my comment that I made on the Minecraft trailer video to tumblr so people can see my thoughts and rambles

I just love Minecraft and the idea of it so much and to see it portrayed as something cheap and hollow legitimately saddens me. And I will personally fist fight Warner bros in a parking lot

[hsslilly-blog]

big fan of these. from 2022:

[shigussy]

i keep getting tiktoks of these younger gen z kids referencing a time they did something relating to fandom in public and now they're embarrassed by it and everytime i see one i sit there thinking over all of middle and high school and having genuinely 0 moments that i feel embarrassed by, like i definitely did a lot of shit these kids would be embarrassed by but i think these are all just really fucking funny

also photographic evidence of the kinda kid i was. these are from 2014/15 when i was in 8th grade

-desolation row one shot(still on wattpad gerard way/reader smut)

-twerk it on (mcr crack fanfic no longer on wattpad but i have another fic in my library called twerking in taco bell which definitely ALSO used for my reading log)

-frank iero must die(a serial killer/assassin frerard fic, still on wattpad)

-hair (really vague maybe a phanfic? nowhere in my wattpad library rip)

my binder i used in 7th grade i had a blue one that looked pretty similar to this for 8th grade but idk where it went, also the parts i scribbled out are my full legal name i had written on it. i wrote it normally and then the big spot is where i wrote my name REALLY BIG in elysian code from the vladimir tod books. also the lines are from when i used an exacto knife to cut up some papers and forgot that my binder was underneath

in conclusion yall can now see why im so shameless about talking about shigaraki the way i do

[whaleiumsharkspeare]

My favorite thing about the Toy Story movies is how Woody always magically has an innate understanding of the layout of whatever place he’s trapped in to the point that he and the other toys (mostly him) are able to come up with incredibly complex plans utilizing the building’s design like what

[chussyracing]

thank you @presdestigatto for tagging me 😚

tagging @balaclavacharles @never-looked-so-good @ferrariprince16 @dobbiamo-capire @charlescherie @caffeinatedlovergirl @debushit and anyone who would like to do this - you are legally obliged to say i was the one to force you to do it

[floorpancakes]

heart-pounding immersive bocchi cinema solo trip experience 1-page report

[absurdbootlegs]

…That is the Toy Story logo, my dudes.

[tithsokphanny31]

What's your favorite disney/backpack?

[supersonicanimates]

SPOOKY LIAM INCIDENT AAAAAAA

HFJONE, we all know this series, but let me tell you, there's a secret being covered up by the show's writer, CheesyHFJ. I happen to be one of the only survivors, here is my insanely scary story!

OCTOBER 23, 2023

It all started when i was driving to my friend's house to watch TV. When i got there, my friend went to the kitchen to make popcorn. We had heard rumors of an HFJONE marathon playing on public TV for it's anniversary, as well as Cheesy HFJ selling new plushies of Liam. As my friend got back on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn, we turned on the TV and started watching. To our surprise, we caught the last of ONE 1 on air, we were quite excited, how could Cheesy HFJ himself pay to put this epic show on air???

We stayed up until about 12:03, when episode 3, Screwball was playing. I went to the bathroom because i had to go, and my friend continued watching. When i got out, i continued watching, we got to the scene where Liam is about to do a sick backflip, when suddenly the power shut off except the TV! It started flickering with static, and Liam seemed to grow an uncanny, spooky, HORRIFYING smile, and his eyes turned into pitch black holes, with small lights for pupils. He brutally murdered EVERYONE, EVEN AIRY WITH HYPEREALISTIC BLOOD (he teleported to airy's cave and bashed his head into the computer!). After that, I was so shocked i tried to turn off the T.V., but the remote was jammed, i tried the button on the TV, but when i reached to press it, Liam's glowing pupils looked directly at me, i was so terrified with fear that i ran back to the couch! Suddenly, evil static and symbols appeared on the screen with a BLOODCURDLING SCREAM, i covered my face with the popcorn bowl to not look at it, but my friend was too late..

After the loud noises stopped, i looked over at the TV, it seemed to be pitch black, as if it was never turned on at all, when i looked over at my friend, there was nothing but a liam plush. I started panicking and crying, until i heard muffled screaming from the liam plush, my friend got turned into a plush of that damn green backpack!

I grabbed him and called the police, but the phone lines were choked up with MILLIONS of calls about family and friends turning into liam plushies D:

Suddenly, i heard a knock on my friend's door, when i opened the door, i thought it was the police, but it was CHEESY. H. F. J. HIMSELF. He grabbed my friend from my hands and put him in a sack filled with a ton of other liam plushies, I tried to stop him, but he was too fast. When i checked my phone to find out what happened, all posts about it were erased. it seems cheesy hfj has deleted almost all traces of this incident, but let me warn you...

NEVER,

EVER,

GET A LIAM PLUSH!

THEY HAVE THE POOR SOULS OF PEOPLE WHO GOT TURNED INTO THOSE BECAUSE OF THIS EVIL BROADCAST!

THE. END.

-hfjonefan1865

(this is taken from an old post on a diff site)

[nimoy]

i was an acdc freak for most of the beginning of my life and was like majorly obsessive (they were literally like. my world revolved around then basically) over them/they were like, my main special interest probably from ages 9-15 and i hardly listen to them anymore but these last few days theres been an omen lurking. i read brian johnsons new(ish) book during a time of great weakness and remembered that unfortunately this dick and balls butt rock band that none of my friends like bc theyve all evolved their tastes past middle school are like, actually my boo boo bears.