#boos are just confuzzled

[angelxd-3303]

About your comic, I imagine E gadd seeing his two children as babies and immediately adopting a protective role with them, or adopting them, period. I laugh thinking about it.

Excuse my phone's shadow, lol! Idk when I'll include Gadd in the comic itself, but your ask inspired me!

[sweetheartmotives]

I'm done with the video! And wowie, do I have questions!

Spoilers!!

• 1. Eddie's shifting from puppet to cartoon

The secret video was odd, to say the least. One part [or two] of the video was Eddie sitting in the post office building and wrapping gifts while being confused and maybe worried about not receiving phone calls from his fellow neighbor but in the second part Eddie was angry and was throwing things around since he was upset that 'nobody told him anything' or something along those lines. He decided to go for a walk at the end of part two. In part three of Eddie's adventure he meets Sally on top of a Christmas waiting for him and she ushes him to join her at Wally's house [Home]. Once he gets there he got greeted, sat down on an 'open seat' [Wally's chair] and was 'a'okay'. But the video started getting spooky and home was looking down at him like it was upset, or so I think. Maybe Home got upset with Eddie for not being there on time? Or maybe it was something else...

The shots between realistic and cartoon while the chatter of the neighbors and music played in the background were super scary! I really liked it. Also, the shots of Eddie's puppet hand tapping his fingers on and gripping the arm of the chair was frightening as well. Why did it keep switching from his nervous cartoon face to his puppet hand? Am I missing something?

• 2. The secret website

I'm a bit confused about the secret website too. Who is W? At first I thought it was Wally but then again, why would Wally need to make a site? The person is someone real as well since they have a home and know about the site, plus, they tinkered around with the welcome home phone toy which means they might be a founder of the website. Also, they have access to a commercial or a video of some sort that the spooky Eddie Sega is seen on so maybe, maybe they really are a fellow founder! But I don't know, maybe this is me theorizing to the moon and not coming back but I might be onto something!

• The narrators

So the puppets might know about the real world, yes? Sally has mentioned 'everyone at home' a time before. Or maybe the narrators are neighbors themselves? But they don't have a house... I don't know! I think I'm going crazy...

• The 'Happy Haunting to Boo and Yours!' storybook recording

It was normal, very wholesome, and funny in the beginning! But by the time Sally told a story it got actually spooky. She starts by asking her fellow neighbors why they stay in every night, they give their answers and she gets confuzzled by them in a silly, fun way! But I digress, she tells a story about the rumor spreading around that the neighborhood has 'nightly visitors'. She talks about something deep within the forest, and far beyond the hills and mountains that's always hungry. She gets weirdly serious about hearing it every night and how the other neighbors could too if they're by their window and quiet enough. She's very specific about what it does and how it sounds but maybe that's just me! :3

ANYWAYS THATS ALL MY QUESTIONS!! THANKS FOR READING >_<

[woodpengu]

Artistic Advice and How to Draw Tip:

What to draw when you want to draw but don't know what to draw. (a confuzzling query, but worth re-reading a few times to understand; also, a longer post not strictly applied to drawing, but all forms of creativity)

My brain is wired for creativity, but it's also vulnerable to interference. I get the urge to create something as often as I breathe, then the pencil touches the paper and my mind goes blank. Oh, the woes of the dreaded affliction known as... "Art Block" *dun dun DUUUUUN*!!!! All too familiar, ain't it.

There's tons of videos and articles offering tips and tricks and all sorts of things to "overcome art block", "unblock art block", "how to deal with art block", all by artists who are well intentioned and are sharing what works for them, but maybe don't quite understand why this happens in the first place. Some tips were handy, some were brilliant, but most didn't quite do it, and I knew it was because I didn't understand WHY I had this problem. Someone like me likes to open up the machine and pick it apart to see how it works or why it's not doing so hot. So, I self-analyzed, (because I do that) and I found that the art blocks were actually (for me) invasive thoughts.

See... we human beans are superior to other organisms for having more (what's known as) "gray matter" to our brains, which allows for logic, reasoning, introspection, reflection, and (in a way) conscious memory that goes FAR beyond that uber cool intrinsic reaction known as muscle memory. It can also be our greatest downfall, where we end up over-reasoning things and condition ourselves to believe what works for one human works for all humans (mixing up our 'community-oriented' programming a bit). We're also wired with this innate competitiveness that drives us to "Be the best version of that socially acceptable/celebrated quality". And while we're at it, let's mix in that one goal that's persisted in all life since the beginning of time: constantly seeking perfection. What a mess.

Seems more like an integrated "Biology and Psychology" talk than a "How to Draw" tip... because it is. See, a human is more than the special skills or abilities they have. You are a bundle of nerves and tissues and other organic matter with this powerful, almost-esoteric (still unexplainable by scientific measurements) drive to form ideas and apply them while growing and developing the four pillars of your existence (physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual). That by itself is A LOT for this individual entity that is you to keep up with. Add in all the conditioning, wiring, nurturing, stress, variables, etc... and the system is guaranteed to fritz.

Anywhoodles. What does all this have to do with "art block"? Well, having at least a little understanding about why things can happen can offer better clues with how to approach an issue. And as an entire blob of wiring deemed inefficient in a neurotypical social structure, blocks to my creativity are frequent and can boil down to a lot of different reasons, each reason perhaps having a different solution. So, it's important for me to identify where the art block comes from before taking shots in the dark about how to deal with it.

Is it a condition of the mind or body flaring to blinding life? Is there too much stress to make a cohesive decision? Do I have too much on my internal table to focus on creative endeavors? Am I just so plain bored that I'm grasping at straws and the sketchbook was a desperate grab for something, anything to force my brain to make up its mind? Is the "perfection bug" sinking its grimy nubbins into my noggin and sucking out my confidence? Did the dish run away with my spoons? Am I hyper-focusing on fiscal profit over the joyful fulfillment of beauteous works of art (not every hobby needs to be a hustle, mon amie)? And these are just the possibilities coming to mind within a minute.

The ultimate point I would like to sink home for all of you that have read this far into this gargantuan post is: the block to your creativity is more than just a blanking of the mind. It's worth it to get to know your own wiring, and to show yourself some kindness, gentleness, patience, and gratitude when you run into that dreadful wall. Sometimes that wall comes up as the only way my brain can communicate that I will legitimately hurt myself if I push, and that invasive thought is the pause I need to realize: "Maybe I should ground out or meditate so the ideas and creativity can flow more freely." Art block can be an inconvenience, but it can also be a new perspective and a means of self-understanding and self-awareness. So, the next time you sit down with your tools and the drive to use them but no ideas... take a breath and ask yourself "Hey, boo, what's got us blocked?"

#arttips #tipsandtricks #patience #artblock

[odde-ye]

85 Questions

I was tagged by @renjunsbby uwu

Rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people

Tagging~ @bananamilk-jeno @jenospaghettio @neogot-my-ass @pinkrosesandblackthorns @redcucumbers

Last

1. Drink- Water

2. Phone call- my madre

3. Text message- to my online bestie, “Lemme get my laptop”

4. Song you listened to- Wires - The Neighborhood.

5. Time you cried- yesterday I think?

Ever

6. Dated someone twice- Sadly, yes

7. Kissed someone and regretted it- no

8. Been cheated on- yeah... wanna hear the worst part? He cheated on me with my sister. We didn’t know until he came clean. Asshat

9. Lost someone special- Yeah

10. Been depressed- Yes

11. Gotten drunk and threw up- Nopeeee

Fave colors

12. Black

13. Crimson

14. Pastels 

In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends- YES and they’re all so great and I love them v much

16. Fallen out of love- nope

17. Laughed until you cried- Yes, it’s the best uwu

18. Found out someone was talking about you- Nah

19. Met someone who changed you- Nope

20. Found out who your friends are- Of course

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list- No, I have virgin lips

General

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl- Idk, like 7-8

23. Do you have any pets- Yes, two. A boxer and a black lab puppy uwu

24. Do you want to change your name- Yeah kinda. 

25. What did you do for your last birthday- Went out with some friends, had a sleepover and went on Omegle. Ha :))))

26. What time did you wake up today- 9 something

27. What were you doing @ midnight last night- Writing some shit for my story 

28. What is something you can’t wait for- NCT China unit, ot7 comeback, and finishing my stories wink wonk 

30. What are you listening to right now- Roll Call - The Neighborhood

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom-  I DID ACTUALLY, but it didn’t last long cause he was a pedo and I noped the fuck out

32. Something that gets on my nerves- When people don’t fucking listen to me and keep asking me to repeat myself and they still aren’t fucking listening.

33. Most visited website- Tumblr, AO3, and YouTube 

34. Hair color- dark brown

35. Hair long or short- Long

36. Do you have a crush on someone- no

37. What do you like about yourself- I’m very open minded and imaginative and I try to be kind to others

38. Want any piercings- I want a lip piercing, more ear piercings, possibly a nose piercing

39. Blood type- SHIT DAWG I don’t remember

40. Nicknames- Sink, ass eater, some personal ones that I may or may not share

41. Relationship status- Single but wants to love someone uwu

42. Zodiac- Saggy tit

43. Pronouns- she/her

44. Fave TV shows- The 100, Supernatural and iZombie

45. Tattoos- I want some

46. Right or left handed- left handed

47. Ever had surgery- Nope c:

48. Piercings- I have standard ear piercings

49. Sports- I used to play Soccer for 2 years then I became a hermit lol :)))

50. Vacation- I’ve only been to California, Arizona, and different parts of Texas and when I lived in Washington, spent a couple days in Seattle, but never went outside of the country.

51. Trainers-??? LIKE SHOES? Cause like I got like fuckin 4 pairs of converse, two pairs of heels, one pair of toms, and one pair of flats, but do I wear them? nOPE 

More general

52. Eating- I ate cereal just now, I might eat ramen...

53. Drinking- WATER

54. I’m about to watch- Nothing

55. Waiting for- My mom to come home

56. Want- Cuddles, kisses, a blizzard from Dairy Queen

57. Get married- I dunno. I’m scared to get married, I don’t see myself getting married tbh. But, if I find that someone then idk maybe

58. Career- I want to do so many things... I want to be a writer, script writer, actress, director, or jobless and just travel the world. If none of that works out you can catch me in the Mexican mafia.

Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses- hugs

60. Lips or eyes- eyes

61. Shorter or taller- taller

62. Older or younger- Doesn’t matter

63. Nice arms or stomach- Mmm, arms? Idk, I like all kinda of tummies. TUMMIES ARE CUTE

64. Hookup or relationship- Either lmao

65. Troublemaker or hesitant- Depends. If i’m in ze mood, then troublemaker, but most of the time i’m hesitant. 

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger- nope

67. Drank hard liquor- Yeah

68. Lost glasses- All the time

69. Turned someone down- Yes. It’s hard aksdfk

70. Sex on first date- No? I wouldn’t but you do you boo

71. Broken someone’s heart- I hate to say it, but so many. I’m a heartbreaker but I DON’T MEAN TO BE. I don’t even know why I break people’s hearts in relationships, i’m a LOSER

72. Had your heart broken- Yes but i’m good now

73. Been arrested- Hell no

74. Cried when someone died- Yeah. I mean I cry over celebrities and deaths in movies but it’s such a different feeling when someone you were friends with died... sigh

75. Fallen for a friend- Yeah. I DON’T GET THESE. Everyone i’ve ever dated or liked was/is a friend?? I don’t fall for strangers i’m confuzzled

Do you believe in

76. Yourself- Not really, but I’m trying

77. Miracles- Yeah, maybe

78. Love at first sight- Not really

79. Santa Claus- No, debunked that shit when I was 9

80. Kiss on a first date- Sure why not

81. Angels- Kind of...?

Other

82. Best friend’s name- WHICH ONE? I got Fal UWU, Olivia, Kaylie, Asheem... I love my friends

83. Eye color- brown

84. Fave movie- Train to Busan. I don’t watch a lot of movies tbh None that are good anyway..

85. Fave actor- Everyone from my favorite shows uwu

[happytreasure]

hello cutieee! i hope you’re having a good day. i have a question for you n i was hoping for some advice, (if you’ve got the time that is x) so awhile ago my two best friends started dating, uh and i like both of them? one of the girls joked about adding me to their relationship but now im confuzzled, you know? any advice? also, feel free to ignore this xx

ooooo, so id say if you don’t want to go the serious route and sit them down and be like, “i like you both, i don’t want to force myself into your relationship but as best friends i thought i should tell you” or you can just drop hints/jokes, flirt w them, casually mention being polyamorous, or being in a thruple things like that! i really hope it works out boo, keep me updated!

[thepatricktreestump]

ttotm drabble #2

9.13.17 Period Imagine: 2-D: Gorillaz Are You Okay? Includes: gender neutral, fluff *I couldn’t help but write this with the mindset of how 2-D talks and stutters, so of course, the English is gonna be so screwed up and it’s gonna be British as fuck, but hey, that’s my boo ---

“Bloody hell!” you wake up to your boyfriend cursing, yanking the blankets off of you, holding his face in his hands. You just groan and reach for the sheets.

“2-D,” you whine. “What are you making such a fuss about?” You assumed he had probably seen a spider crawling in the sheets or something like that. He was often afraid of small things. You groggily sit up in bed, yawning, but then feeling something warm and wet in between your legs. Shit. It was that time of the month again, wasn’t it?

“Are y-you dying?” his face paled and you struggled to wake up, still dead tired. “What’s wif all the blood? Are you alright? S-should I call the ambulance?”

“I’m alright,” your face flushed, embarrassed. “It’s just uh, just my period sweetheart.”

“Your what?” he tilted his head to the side, innocent black eyes staring at you, confused. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable he was.

“My period,” you explained. “I get a menstrual cycle every month you know.”

“A what?” he looked even more confused and you rolled your eyes.

“Nobody ever told you about periods?” you stifled a laugh.

“Well I uh, I-I think I saw it once, in a movie or som’fn,” he scratched the back of his head, confuzzled.  “I know a bit about it.”

“I’m not dying,” you explained. “I’m actually quite alright. Just hurts a bit. Lots of cramps. And mood swings. And chocolate cravings.”

“I can get you choc’late,” he quickly offered. “If you want sum.”

“Okay,” you gave a soft smile. “I’d like that.”

“An’ I can do the laundry,” he nodded. “You just uh, y-you rest up. On the couch. I’ll turn on the telly and fix you some tea.”

“You sure?” you raise an eyebrow, flattered by how sweet he was.

“Course,” he grinned a toothy smile. “Anything for you, y/n.” He gave you a kiss on the head before bunching up the stained blankets on the floor, tugging off the dirty bedsheets, and carrying it to the laundry room. You took a quick warm shower and then curled up on the couch in a blanket, seeing as 2-D had already queued up your favorite show on Netflix, making you smile. And of course, there was a warm cup of tea on the table for you, along with a note reading ‘I hope you feel better soon’ with a smiley face and his name. You loved your boyfriend so much, and although you had only been dating for a couple months, he had proved to be the sweetest guy you’d ever meet.

“Is that you?” you called out when you heard the front door swing open.

“It’s me,” he replied, stumbling into the living room carrying a bunch of bags. You widened your eyes.

“What’d you do? Buy the entire store?” you laughed.

“N-no,” he shook his head and put down the bags on the table. “I just thought I might get you som’fn. To cheer you up. Since you feel shitty.”

“Alright,” you chuckled softly. “I do love gifts.”

“Here,” he pulled out a bouquet of roses, making you gush.

“Oh baby, you didn’t have to,” you felt so overwhelmed.

“I want’d to,” he insisted. “I got some more stuff too.” He handed you your favorite sweets, a box of cookies, a bunch of candy bars, and even some bath bombs and candles.

“Why’d you pamper me so much?” you wondered.

“Cause I love you,” he shrugged.

“Come here,” you sighed, patting down on the couch so he could cuddle up beside you and join you curled up in the blanket. “I love you so much, baby.” You kissed him softly, tangling your fingers in his bright blue hair, smiling against his lips. When you pulled away, he gave a soft smile as well.

“So, are you okay?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Am I okay?” you repeated. “I’m wonderful sweetheart. Especially knowing that I have you.”

[boosolmates]

Drabble #2

Vernon wasn’t a guy with a lot of excitement in his life. His days excitingly consisted of, wake up, go to school, go to work, and on sundays attend church to please his overly attentive mother. Other than that, he hadn’t had much to do. Oh, he has friends but they lived far away and most of them were busy with their own “adventurous” lifestyles to bother making plans with him. Vernon stood at the bus stop after his last class on his way to work on a particularly ‘invigorating’ afternoon. The backpack he had slung over his shoulder started to slip so he shifted tugging the strap further upwards, groaning when he struggled. I really need to work out, he thought. Next to him were a group of high school girls. Vernon more or less knew he was handsome, he knew his ��exotic’ and ‘foreign’ looks gained him a plethora of unwanted attention. Trying to ignore the slight giggles and pointed stares he swore he could feel, he startled when someone ran right into him. The bump wasn't particularly harsh, but it sure did send Vernon flat on his ass. “Oh mai gawsh!” The brunette looked up to see the cause of his predicament and was met with an….an angel? The sun was remarkably bright, whoever was standing in front of him was rendered unrecognizable because of the blinding light surrounding him. Soon enough human features came into view as the boy leaned down, coming in closer. Vernon blinked, then blinked again, completely speechless by the blonde beauty before him. Had he hit his head? Was he dreaming? “....llo???” Vernon found himself wearing a fond smile, tilting his head a bit to look up at the mysterious boy’s furrowed eyebrows, adorably chubby cheeks, and perfectly plump lips. “Dude?! Are you okay??” Vernon whistled. Even his voice was lovely. “Okay, so I knocked him stupid…” Vernon squinted, he was hearing some sort of Jeju satoori masked by the imitation of a Seoul accent. The boy looked around him for a moment before grabbing Vernon’s hand, pulling him upward. Once he was up Vernon just stared agape at where their hands intertwined. He could feel his stomach flip and flop unceremoniously, the boys hands felt….nice. Was it even normal to feel so elated from holding someone’s hand? Had he been devoid of human contact for that long? “Sorry, I need your hand for a second.” Then like magic the boy snuggled in closer laying his head on Vernon’s wide set shoulders, and buried his face in the other’s neck. Vernon tensed, wondering why a stranger was being so touchy and more importantly why the flutters in the pit of his were moving in such a frenzy. He took deep breaths to calm his heart rate in fear that everyone could hear the loud thumps. Suddenly a group of men in black ran by. Vernon could tell they were loan sharks simply by the tacky suits and shady glasses. They frantically searched around calling out a name like ‘Seungkwan’. Judging by the way the blonde boy stiffened and his grasp tightened, Vernon inferred that he was the infamous Seungkwan these guys were so desperately looking for. The men were approaching them and he could hear the sweat falling. One of the guys questioned the group of girls who all smartly denied seeing a ‘blonde boy with chubby cheeks and a pink t-shirt’ run pass. They turned to Vernon but before they could get a good look at either of their faces, Vernon acted fast. Twirling them around he murmured a quickened ‘sorry’ before placing a warm hand on the apple of the boy’s cheeks and pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. Vernon could feel the boy jump in his skin but soon enough he pressed back against him. Vernon could cry at how soft felt and how good he smelled. However, this was not the time for him to be a creep as his happiness was short lived when the boy pulled away looking over Vernon’s shoulder (which he had to get on his tippy-toes to achieve, Vernon noted). “The gangsters are gone!” the boy exclaimed happily looking back at Vernon and turning a deep shade of red at how close they were before placing his hands on Vernon’s chest and escaping his embrace. “Uh-um tha-thanks….” the blush subsided for a moment but came back when he saw the heart smile the taller sported. “U-uh...d-don’t worry about that thing or anything, it’s not li-like it was my first or a-anything……” Seungkwan(?) felt his ears go hot as he continued to babble on leaking unnecessarily intimate details. Vernon blinked. “Aish! Stop staring at me!” the blonde shouted taking a few steps back. “If you’re really up-upset about the k-k-ki...that, then here.” the boy handed him a small rectangular card like a business card, except more….eccentric? “Uh…” Vernon was confuzzled at the brightly colored rectangle instead of boring professional print. It read: “Boo Seungkwan. Aspiring Comedian. Kimbap-ie Kidding Delivery Service.” It was certainly strange but Vernon couldn’t hide the fond smile that played on his lips after reading it a few times. When he looked up he saw the boy’s retreating back only catching the glance he gave as he climbed on the bus. “I’ll be expecting your call, Leonardo Dicaprio.” Seungkwan winked before the bus doors closed and sped off down the street. It took Vernon at least two minutes to realize he just missed his bus. And another three to call his job to let them know he would be late. However, it only took him till that night to arrange a coffee date with the boy from the bus stop. Things were starting to look a little bit interesting.

[badly-drawn-asriel]

maybe its just me being asexual but plz i need help i cant understand skeleton porn 

(also i don’t judge if u wanna fuk the skeletons thats all u boo im just confuzzled)

[queennicoleinboots]

Day 13 of Xara's Curse: My Sweet Bear Meets The Shit Monsters (Xara POV)

Co-authored by Jack McGee

I was home from an incredibly rough day from work. Jasper and Peter both had their houses eaten by demonic termites. My work with them is on hold until they find their new homes. I feel terrible about their misfortunes, first and foremost. I wish there was something I could do to help, but I can't for the life of me figure out what to do.

Joebear came from the kitchen with a plate of chicken for me. He was limping with his left leg.

"Thank you, Bae. You're hurting. Please rest. I'll get your plate ready," I said.

He put my plate near where I sat on my couch and then sat down. I then went in the kitchen and made his plate. I gave him his plate.

"May I have a big glass of water?" he asked.

"Okay Boo," I said as I fetched his glass of water. I was trying not to let everyone's misfortunes drag me down. Normally, I'd laugh it off and become curious about what was going to happen next in our fucked-up lives. But tonight, I was sad.

I brought his glass of water to him.

"Oh damn, I forgot your water," he said as he slapped his forehead with his paw.

"Don't worry about it, Booboo. Just eat. Just rest," I said as I sat down to eat. "Mmmm dee-licioooouuuus!"

"Dee-dee-licioooouuuus!" he exclaimed as he ate. He was a good bear who chewed with his mouth closed.

We continued eating. We were watching Shark Tank. Mr. Wonderful was an ass as always. Pure entertainment.

I put my left leg on his legs, and he winced.

"You okay, BooBoo?" I asked.

"Just hurting, Bae," he said.

All of a sudden, a smelly burst of shit just emerged out of the downstairs bathroom.

"Oh what the fuck?" Joebear asked as he waved his paw in front of his face.

I ate a bite of the chicken and enjoyed the smell of the sudden coffee and chocolate poop.

I heard something come out of my toilet.

"Oh my God what the fuck I thought shit was supposed to go down the toilet not out of it!" Kissy, our orange kitten, screamed in panic.

(And Garfield, our other cat, almost never talks. Joebear and I have no idea why he isn't verbal.)

Joebear and I turned our heads toward the guest bathroom.

The poop monsters, Bjorn and Artemis Stank, came out of our toilet. Artemis Stank was only two weeks old. They stood right outside of the bathroom door.

Poop monsters looked like snowmen but they were made from solid adult poop instead.

"Hey Bjorn. Hey Artemis Stank!" I said.

Kissy was bowed up and staring at them. "You know them, Mommy?" she asked.

"Yes. They are the poop monsters that haunted Peter's sewers until his house was eaten by demonic moths," I said.

Joebear set his plate on the side table and looked at me. "Peter's house was eaten by demonic termites? What the fuck?" Joebear asked with a confuzzled look on his face. "I'm sorry to hear. What are they gonna do?"

"Yeah. It was nuts," I said. "I wouldn't wish it on anyone. They are trying to find a duplex to live in. Thank God they have house insurance."

"I'm glad our apartment is made out of bricks," Joebear said. "I wish them the best."

"So do we," Bjorn the Formidable Poop Monster said. "Plus, your toilets have plenty of water. Thank you."

"Who the fuck are you?" Joebear asked. "Are you a product of my butt?"

"Nope. I'm a product of Peter W. Parker's butt. Six years in the making. I came to your sewer to father Artemis Stank. We came from Logantown's sewers because Peter's house was eaten by termites. We needed a house where the septic system had plenty of water. Your toilets do well. We will stay," Bjorn said.

"Well, why not? Now go back down the toilet. I can't deal with the smell," Joebear said as he coughed.

"Will do. Thank you, bear," Bjorn said.

"Welcome, shit golem," Joebear said.

"Bjorn," he said.

"Bjorn the shit golem, ok," Joebear said.

"Hi Mommy!" Artemis Stank said.

"Hey baby shit. How are you?" I asked.

"Doing well. We are glad to haunt your toilets. So much more water than Peter's," Artemis Stank said with a giggle.

"Agreed. Those toilets were Jewish. I bet the termites didn't touch them," I said.

Joebear cracked up while he pinched his bear nose.

"Hell no. The ruins of the house are taken over by Godiva's toilet garden," Bjorn said.

"Godiva?" Joebear asked.

"Peter's mother," I said.

"Oh okay," he said.

"I could imagine. The termites love the toilet water," I said.

Bjorn and Artemis Stank laughed.

"Yeah. The property is a graveyard of toilets," Bjorn said.

"I am not surprised," I said as I shook my head and chuckled.

"Yeah. There is not enough water for us there, so we're here. Thank you," Bjorn said.

Artemis Stank yawned.

"We had a long day of travel. We will retire for the night," Bjorn said.

"Yes, yes, please do. Hoo woo!" Joebear said as he took our plates into the kitchen. He was done.

"Good night, Bjorn. Good night, Artemis Stank. I love you," I said.

"Love you, too," Bjorn and Artemis Stank yelled as they went into the bathroom, crawled into the toilet, and flushed. Down they went.

Kissy was watching them spin around and around in the toilet as they went down. Her head was moving around and around to imitate their movements.

When they went down, Joebear limped to the bathroom and flushed the toilet again. He shook his head. "Oofff. That stench was unreal," he said as he waved his paw in front of his face and closed the bathroom door.

"Why are you limping, Boo?" I asked.

"My muscle on my left side of my back is hurting so much that I'm convulsing," he said with a wince.

"Come on, baby, let's go to bed and let me rub you," I said.

"Yes, please do. I hurt," he said as he leaned on me. He whimpered.

"You poor bear. You're okay," I said as I helped him up the stairs, took him to the bed, and rubbed him to sleep. I, too, was deadass tired from this ridiculous day, so I fell asleep next to my bear.