#candy cane kinda needs therapy

[spc-rambles]

This most likely won’t happen in the revival but I’d like to see Linda finally learn the truth to what Candace sees.

I love Linda but I totally get why some don’t, I mean not only does she need to spend a bit more time with her kids, but you’d think that with the whole city getting involved in some of the boys’ big ideas that she’d notice sometime. Even if she was kinda stupid, which I’m sure she is, someone must’ve pointed it out eventually, and it could click with the right person to help her see the light, the right amount of evidence and a talk with Candace.

Imagine how much growth we could get from her end? Her questioning her skills as a mother and trying to be better, getting some heartfelt moments of supporting Candace through her greater struggles, maybe participating more significantly in the boys big ideas while still making sure they stay safe. The last one would be important for parents in a similar way Doof’s subplot in Skiddly Wifflers was, showing how to respect a child’s intelligence as a parent while still knowing when they’re over their head.

Again, it might not happen but hey, if we can see Doof’s efforts to becoming good in MML, we can get this right?

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˗ˏˋ THE MRS. CLAUSE ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — NATE MACKINNON x claus!reader premise — when she took the reins as the world's chief claus, her father forgot to disclose one very pressing hidden clause in the job contract…  cw — me getting way too into the lore of the council of legendary figures, reader is blinded by stress and nate is in lurrrvvv, and some mild angst wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ HOLIDATE ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader premise — in order to avoid the annual interrogation into his love life, jack hughes enlists his longtime friend to be his totally platonic plus-one for the holidays. cw — alcohol mention, jack being moody while luke and quinn are menaces, and reader and jack are idiots (in love, affectionate) wc — 2.3k

˗ˏˋ CANDY CANE GRAM ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — teacher!JEFF SKINNER x teacher!reader premise — their students decide to play matchmaker before a school dance; will their scheming pay off? cw — me using jeff as an outlet for the degree in education i don’t use bc i would like to be financially stable, jeff and reader being sneaky sneaky, kiddos trying to play cupid, and my history major jumping out! wc — 2.4k

˗ˏˋ THE NANNY ON THE SHELF ˎˊ˗ ➤ series masterlist   pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x reader premise — in erik's absence, his nanny takes over staging the family's elf on the shelf in order to keep the magic alive for his children. results are… questionable. cw — pre-relationship/pre-therapy erik being a dick and josie being sassy (if you can’t handle the heat, get outta the kitchen — looking @ you ej…) wc — 1.1k

˗ˏˋ TRADITION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing — dbf!SIDNEY CROSBY x reader premise — it may not be the right plant, but it's close enough to justify upholding the festive tradition. cw — unspecified age gap (everyone's legal, dw), smokin' grass (oiud, a joint, mary jane, whichever term you want to use), 18+ content — innocence/corruption kink, adult language/dirty talk, sexual activity under the influence between two consenting adults, fingering (r), oral (r), slight exhibitionism kink, unprotected p in v + creampie (a very merry chrysler to you) wc — 4.4k

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˗ˏˋ FARMER’S DAUGHTER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — foreman!JOSH ANDERSON x farmer’s daughter!reader premise — she’ll always remember the time she let her daddy's foreman soil her in the middle of his pasture… cw — backdoor play, costumes/roleplay (kinda sorta), + risky location/exhibitionism, implied age gap, outdated patriarchal beliefs, innocence kink, corruption kink, slight humilation kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, slight overstim, unprotected p in v, possessive!josh x virgin!reader (outdated definition and beliefs here, too) and just general filth wc — 3.5k

˗ˏˋ BONER-KILLER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — camp counselor!JACK HUGHES x camp counselor!reader premise — no machetes, no hockey masks… at least, that’s what he promised. cw — a few jokes about death/dying and murder, rather short n tame ("vanilla") barely-there spice from me???, jack being a little shithead (and a little switchy omg), a smidge of angst, and spoopy ending… (kevin heimbach hive rise!) wc — 1.4k

˗ˏˋ NEW PERSPECTIVE ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — (soft)dark!stalker!QUINN HUGHES x grey!reader premise — in his own shadowy domain, he could be whatever and whoever he wanted… cw — dom!reader + subby-as-hell!quinn (ngl he’s kind of a pathetic loser here, but that’s why we love him), m!receiving oral (perhaps too much idk you tell me) + cum play x2, quinn rendered dumb and speechless by his raging humiliation kink and his need for degradation (and an itty bitty bit of praise — quinn: new kink unlocked), i have been plagued w ball play as of late so im subjecting yall to it, mention of edging and orgasm denial, oh and just some pheromone kink bits and a cute lil oral fixation moment or two, nothing to see here! wc — 4k

˗ˏˋ LIVE DEMONSTRATION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) ➤ series masterlist pairing(s) — camboy!MITCH MARNER x camgirl!reader (+ some special guests) premise — their first performance with a live studio audience! cw — cameos…bc cameo lol, public sex (a literal audience), unprotected boinking + creampie, some reach-around finger-bang action, unprotected coitus + cum play bc mitchy is nasty, praise kink influencer!mitch — "content, baby, content!" (name that vlogger lol), brief past phone sex (kinda? idk you'll see), discussion of sex work and the selling of items wc — 3k

˗ˏˋ A PEARL ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — captain!ERIK KARLSSON x reader premise — its the rum talking… or is it? cw — stranger sex and CMNF, 18th century purity culture and oral (f receiving)  wc — 600 (preview of my POTC au)

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˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — firefighter!QUINN HUGHES x reader premise — over a decade ago, jack hughes broke her little sister’s heart. out of loyalty, she hasn’t spoken to his elder brother, quinn hughes, since. the holiday season is brimming with miracles; will a mended bridge make the list this year? cw — angst with a fluffy ending, quinn and the reader being overprotective idiots, named sister!oc (for the reader), kinda non-linear timeline, and less dialogue from me than usual wc — 2.7k

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — baker!NICO HISCHIER x wedding planner!reader premise — nico, the owner of the most sought-after bakery in town, has always had a crush on the reader, an equally popular wedding planner in the area. never more than acquaintances, they still bonded over a shared love of sweetening memories for their special clients. without words, he can tell something is different this time – something is wrong. something happened last christmas; can nico save her from tears this year? cw — angst, mention of infidelity (not on or by nico), a failed engagement and some scrooge-esque pessimism, and some tooth-rotting, cliché fluff! wc — 1.6k

˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — MICHAEL BERZATTO (fx’s the bear) x reader premise — he should be at the celebrating, but he isn’t. he was, but not anymore. not after she called. instead, he’s playing… knight in shining sleigh for his kid brother’s childhood playmate. there’s only one way for this night to end… and it won’t land either of them on the nice list this year… cw — unreliable narrator + self-deprecation, age gap, non-canon timeline for the bear (because i don't want to do math lol), mention of reader x ritchie and implied past carmie x reader, alcohol, a lot of degradation, thigh riding / dry humping, orgasm denial, spit play, unhealthy people in an unhealthy non-relationship relationship, a pinch of misogyny, slight impact play, and slight inappropriate use of a santa costume… wc — 2.9k

˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 ˎˊ˗ (social media au) pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader; jack hughes x olivia rodrigo (iykyk); COLE CAUFIELD x reader premise — inspired by the song of the same name off of sab’s fruitcake ep cw — mention of cheating, me villianizing jack a wee bit, well-deserved cole love, and me having too much fun with famous!reader

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x nanny!reader ➤ series masterlist  premise — (set before the main story) every member of the johnson household loves christmas. all but the patriarch, whose heart seems to be two sizes too small. there is one person, however, who might put things right… cw — too much time in grinch!erik’s head, erik being a douche canoe for no reason and mopey because he’s emotionally constipated, alarming lack of josie and reese, and mel stirring the pot wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ (𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃) 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN (tg: maverick) x bradshaw!reader premise — a christmas miracle is orchestrated by the one person she least expects. cw — a cheesy nickname, mention of candy, an only child writing sibling banter, me not being over goose’s death (that i’ve only seen once because i physically can't experience that again), a smidge of angst followed by tooth-rotting fluff, a wee bit suggestive at the end, and my inability to keep a story contained to one upload wc — 1.8k

˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐑𝐒. ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — professor!SIDNEY CROSBY x TA / grad student!reader premise — red lips, green envy. cw — nameless biotches trying to steal our man!! power imbalance, secret situationship, references to sex but nothing descriptive, and angst angst angst but some fluff for good measure too, some oc deets added to the reader (nothing physical) for story purposes, and insecurity being a bitch but sid is so words of affirmation slay <3 wc — 2.3k new au verse coming soon!

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — MATTHEW TKACHUK x reader premise — during an island getaway, festive fury brings unspoken truths to the surface. cw — white people vacationing in hawai’i, mention of alcohol and liquid courage, reference to (past) underage drinking and (past) sex between consenting minors, mention of elementary age-bully, matty being a jealous, elitist douche via inner monologue and a loser-boy via sudden on-set of foot-in-mouth disease (very dangerous — stay safe out there, y’all!), reference to virginity / a lil slut-shaming, angst with a fluffy, suggestive ending wc — 3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐘 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — grinch!JAMIE DRYSDALE x martha may!reader premise — jamie hates christmas, but it may just all be a misunderstanding. cw — jamie being a passive aggressive baby because he's emotionally constipated, references to childhood bullying, emotional cheating / physical cheating (not on jamie or the reader, brief and kinda wholesome), jamie smoking a cig bc ~stressed~ (and a lack of healthy coping skills), mention of blood/violence (super brief), and references to an angel tree topper but no religion or religious components wc — 2.3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — single dad!MATT MARTIN x ballerina!reader premise — its the first role many young ballerinas aspire toward, and matt’s daughter is no different. however, matt has different aspirations for this season’s sugar plum fairy… cw — an age gap (unspecified, but mentioned), naughty things in a risky and wholesome location, me caring too much about stage costumes, non-hockey playin’ matt (implied), unprotected p in v coitus, and matt being a dirty simpy dog for his kid’s favorite person wc — 1.3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖! ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JOE BURROW x reader premise — an unexpected road trip with his best friend’s little sister becomes a bit more than joe bargained for—in the best way possible. cw — insensitive comment about concussions, awkward!joe 🤍's the reader, + reader has a fear of storms and an overprotective brother wc — 1.4k

˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — JEREMY SWAYMAN x reader premise — his california girl has never seen snow. this isn’t exactly what she had in mind, but she's not complaining… cw — this is straight-up p*rn. cum sharing/cum play, unprotected anal sex + ass eating from the back🙊, manhandling (affectionate), bondage via ribbon, spitting <3, minor objectification + minor discussion of injury, hints of overstim, personification of body parts, and dom!sway being a downright filthy menace ass man with a condescending potty mouth (pun not intended, but funny nonetheless) wc — 1.9k

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — TREVOR ZEGRAS x reader (established); JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader; MASON MCTAVISH x reader; background trevor x the boys; slight jamie x mason premise — what better gift on your friends to bestow than the gift that keeps on giving? cw — everyone’s a lil bi because why not, trevor is boyfriend of the year, mason and jamie bickering over whose turn it is to munch, tz + reader are switchy and mason + jamie are bratty and subby, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), accidental edging, trevor being a cocky menace and stirring the pot, and a wee bit of a cliff-hanger bc i'm incapable of controlling myself :-) oh, and the current pet name fixation of the week! wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 & 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — movie!MIKE SCHMIDT (fnaf) x reader premise — mike has something very specific on his list this christmas. cw — slight festive roleplay, breeding kink to the max (with the explicit intention of getting her knocked tf up), mike being obsessed with tits (and having a raging lactation kink), nipple play, dry humping & domestic dirty talk, no p in v (happens off-page/screen), mention of a past pregnancy scare, me wanting abby to be happy with every fiber of my being, and potential FNAF spoilers (honestly, not really) wc — 2.5k

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[chuckle-lore]

Episode 105- December 19th, 2023- Charlie Christmas Special 2: electric boogaloo

Lore-

Charlie’s death is confirmed to be from ingesting white phosphorus and blowing up

Charlie came from a candy cane rift from hell but can only stay for 24 hours, this is most likely a punishment for Ted and Schlatt

9:15 Schlatt grieves over Charlie’s death, most likely has some form of regret for Charlie’s death or at the very least misses Charlie

10:00 Ted sent Schlatt to “good boy ranch” which is basically conversion therapy but for men who cry too much because Schlatt was supposedly too emotional. This begs the question how much control Ted has over Schlatt’s life.

14:45 Charlie explains his spectral form which is sorta clear goo that takes 14 days for morph into his ghostly form. It is both a very disgusting and painful process.

Charlie hasn’t chuckled once all year which makes sense because he was in hell up until that episode.

40:10 Ted says if he’d had perfect vision he would’ve been able to stop 9/11 AGAIN. Assuming that this wasn’t a slip up on Ted’s part, that means Ted has stopped 9/11 once but there was a second one that he he couldn’t prevent. It’s a lot to take in I know.

The Other Guy’s ™️ origin: Schlatt saw him inside of someone’s house in Pflugerville and took him.

Charlie canonically “nogged” himself after hearing the unlimited bacon question

1:13:40 Charlie is sent back to hell

Ted and Schlatt speculate on how dead Charlie really is and begin planning on kill him a second time. Ted mentions that they’ll need ghost white phosphorus which means: 1) ghost can die 2) there is such thing as ghost white phosphorus and it is obtainable to them 3) Charlie is either deemed as a threat or at the very least an annoyance to Ted and Schlatt

My thoughts-

This episode was such a slay. I kinda became a real fan of CS a little bit after Charlie’s death so I didn’t understand how much Charlie added to the podcast until this episode came out back in December. He just bounces off everyone so we’ll and I appreciate the fact he pre-plans his bits beforehand, it makes me wish that modern cs threw in a few more bits in general. Charlie was an absolute delight and he made my job so much easier when he just kept dropping lore bits.

This would’ve been a 10 or 9.5/10 but I do have a gripe with this episode. Back when this episode first came out me and my mom decided to let my brother watch the special with us. (He really wanted to watch with us and I thought it wouldn’t be a issue because episodes with Charlie are normally more tame.) Then the Mr. Hands section happened and I have to live with the fact my brother knows what Mr.Hands is because I vouched for him. We did not finish that episode. Because of that one moment I’m giving it a 8/10, great episode but I’m holding a grudge.

Things I noted-

Is Catholicism canon in the CS universe? Like is it the confirmed religion or is that just a Schlatt thing?

The other guy in the background>>>

It’s just really funny to me that Ted took Schlatt to conversion therapy

14:00 Gas stations eggs mentioned

The egg nog and candy cane bit might’ve been a nod to Charlie’s old veggie bit

How did Schlatt make eating the hook part of the candy cane sound more gay than sucking on the straight part of it

Living for Charlie obsessing over Tucker

Ted is 100% right on his opinion on store bought vrs. bakery cookies

Charlie glitching made me think my phone was broken lol

(Original notes, updates, +a comment that made me giggle under the cut)

Updates:

I’m no longer sick :D

I’m planning on going out to buy new colored markers for my notes to spice things up

THANK YOU FOR 60 FOLLOWERS!!! It is absolutely insane how fast this blog grew and I can’t thank y’all enough!!!

If we reach to 100 I’ll do a Chuckle Lore weekend with requested episodes (I am not doing a straight week of this lol)

Welp I’m going back into the mines now. Bye bye :]

[sl-newsie]

Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 19: Dig Deeper

(Warning: Intense gore near the end)

“So you scammed his mother’s necklace?”

Selina smirks triumphantly and leans up against the wall. “Like taking candy from a rich crippled baby.”

My jaw drops. “Crippled?”

“Yeah. He walks with a cane.”

How did I miss that? I literally just had dinner with Bruce last week! This whole killing spree’s starting to go to my head. Tonight is another girl’s night and the chosen location is Ivy’s hideout at the plant nursery.

“So are you going to cash them in?” I ask. 

“No. They’ve actually grown on me,” she replies and toys with the pearls around her neck. “Part of me feels troubled about taking them. He’s actually kinda sweet for a rich guy.”

Hm. Selina is not the first person I thought would lower her guard.

Harley gasps and twirls around in the swivel chair. “Aw! You like him!”

Ivy rolls her eyes. “Not every story needs to involve romance, Harl.”

I keep quiet. Why did this subject have to come up again? I should’ve known. I can keep up a charade so people don’t know who the Reaper is, but can I convince people that I loathe the idea of love? No matter how hard I try it’s the same routine every time. Tricking myself to accept love, growing hope that it might last, and ending with fear of getting in too deep.

"Ya alright hun?” Harley notices my lack of chatter.

“Yes. I’m merely comparing the state of being in love to that of being deranged. The symptoms mirror each other.” Your mental state clearly proves that. “And now that crime has spiked we’re forced to witness madness on a daily basis. Before asylums, deranged people were kept in almshouses or in jail. Insane asylums were officially established by King George III, the first one being Bethlem Royal Hospital in London in 1247.”

Oh no. Not another rant! But I can’t stop.

“Before the 1774 Madhouse Act, non-licensed practitioners treated patients with little regard to their well-being. Asylums became popular by the 1880s, designed to cure patients with moral treatment but instead ended up becoming like small towns for the insane. Before moral treatment, the methods that doctors throughout the 1800s thought that the methods that could cure insanity were completely unethical. Restraints, isolation, electroshock therapy, ice baths, and lobotomies.”

Harley’s head perks up at the mention of such practices. For the past five minutes the three women’s eyes have glazed over. This is what Crane must have felt like when he used to teach.

Catwoman picks at her nails and gives me an odd look. “Squarely, you sound just like Crane. Blabbing on like an absent-minded professor.”

I’m not the only one who noticed.

“I remember how twisted the system was,” Harley inputs. “With all the movements to shut down asylums through neuroleptic medication and patient rights advocates, it’s a wonder how Arkham is still running. It’s more of a jail now than a hospital.”

Good. The conversation is drifting elsewhere. “You would know. How many times have you escaped? Twelve?”

“Thirteen, actually.” The blonde grins. “Lucky number, am I right?”

Selina isn’t convinced and points to me. “What’s crazy is that you and Crane used to work in that nuthouse too. How’d you do it?”

Good question. It’s almost hilarious to think about how naïve and eager I was to help back then. To think that being a good person could get me anywhere in the world. Eight years. Eight crazy years and all I have to show for it is a bloodstained soul.

“His motive was experimentation,” I explain. “Mine was foolishness. But it was time that I took a page out of Crane’s book and remembered how twisted Gotham is.”

“Aw, come on! We’re not all that bad.” Harley nudges me.

Ivy scoffs. “No offense Harl, but you literally turned into a maniac after working with that berserk clown.”

She shrugs. “It’s just a joke.”

“He kills people at random,” I argue. “How can you still love him?”

She’s getting angry. “What about you and Johnny boy? He makes people go crazy and you still love him.”

I raise my own voice. “That’s-!” Different? 

Have I really fallen in love with a psycho? No. I- I can’t… All the same routine…

“Don’t kid yourself, honey.” Ivy gently pats my back. “You're head over heels for that creep.”

“He’s not a creep, I-”

“See? You always defend him,” Selina points out. “You love him.”

“Says the one putting the moves on Batman!” I bite back.

“My catch is a vigilante. Harley’s is a maniac. Yours is a mad scientist.”

All assortments of thoughts, teasing, and criticism rage inside my head. I thought I was good, now I’m bad. After everything I didn’t think anything would penetrate my quest for justice. Am I even capable of love? 

Now Ivy joins in. “I still don’t know how you put up with that weirdo.”

“At least Batman’s got a good side,” Selina says.

I set my jaw straight. “So does Dr. Crane, if you dig deep enough.”

“You’re sounding more brainwashed every time I see you.” Ivy shakes her head.

It’s not brainwashing! Hell, how would Crane even do that? The most we see of each other is once a month at best. And despite his recent actions to compliment me I doubt there is any part of him that would care for me, let alone love me. We’re both damaged. He has his phobias to study, I have sinners to punish. 

But my argument is a lost cause. These women won’t change their minds about me.

“Well ladies, it’s been fun. But I have to get going.”

I should find others who wouldn’t mock my ways of thinking but they’re the closest thing to a friend group I have. The only one who might understand is Jonathon but he is clearly off the list. Besides, there are many more important things to stress over. Such as the rumor of the League of Shadows returning.

“Hello hello,” a voice taunts next to me.

I groan and look away from the orchestra concert. “What do you want? I’m trying to work.”

Tonight’s performance is hosting for a guest list of rich bureaucrats. I did a little computer work and concocted a list of targets attending. Little do they know that this concert will be their own finale.

Of course the variable I do not account for is the pop-in from Dr. Crane.

“I just happened to be passing by and thought this could provide some entertainment.” He smirks and looks around at the venue. “Quite impressive. You’re upscaling to mass genocide now.”

I rise from my seat and stiffly walk to the back of the theater with Crane in tow. Never mix work with emotions, Prentiss. Just focus on pressing that button.

“It’s efficient. Now if you’ll excuse me- Hey!”

Dr. Crane gently pulls on my arm and makes me come to a halt. His playful expression has shifted to one of concern, one that keeps scanning my arms.

“You’re wearing long sleeves.”

“Brilliant observation, Sherlock.”

“I mean you’ve been wearing long sleeves far more often than usual. Any reason why?”

I meet his crystal eyes with a sarcastic glare. “It’s to cover up another sunburn.”

He shakes his head, his eyes never shifting away. “No. There’s more to it.”

My heart backflips as his hands inch down to grab my black satin sleeves and pull them up, caressing my marked skin as he pulls the fabric away. The secret I’ve been hiding. It’s on perfect display now. 

Crane doesn’t say anything right away. His jaw drops slightly and he keeps running his surprisingly soft hands over my bruises and scars. 

He finally speaks. “What happened?”

That tone sells it. On my end it sounds heartbreaking and full of sympathy. On a mugger’s end it might sound as if Crane would find them and kill them on the spot. 

“A few fights,” I whisper.

He continues to examine my wounds. “With who?”

I use a casual tone in attempts to downplay the matter. “Some alley thugs. Some rich bastards who took me on ‘dates.’”

I can handle pain from these wounds. But the look of hidden anger, jealousy, and panic in those ocean eyes is something that clenches my heart and chills me to the bone.

“Dates?” Crane asks.

I shake my head and look to the sky. “The things I do for revenge. I go on dates with the people I’m stalking to help further my plans.”

“At this cost? To let them do this to your gorgeously toned arms?”

Since when does Jonathon care so much about me being hurt? This is Gotham. Pain is a constant here. If anything the mental pain of fear is far more brutal than any cut I receive.

“It’s the scars on the inside that define me, Dr. Crane.” I want to pull away from his touch but my feet keep cemented to the floor. “Sacrificing myself to those people’s cruelty will be worth seeing their petrified faces when I strike the fatal blow.”

He catches onto something. “What’s that?”

A wicked smile grows on my face and I jerk my head to the sprinkler system above us. “My own experiment, Dr. Crane. When I press a button, a mist will be released into the crowd. That mist reacts with the tear ducts to form freshwater tears that evaporate at a faster rate.”

“Ah, I see. They won’t be able to close their eyes without discomfort.”

“You try sleeping with your eyes open,” I snicker. “Once I’ve witnessed the effects I’m going to end their suffering with a quick cut to the throat.”

“I guess we both came here with similar motives,” Crane smiles, still holding my arm.

I frown. “Hm?”

“Look up.”

What is he-? Oh. 

“Ah. The air vents. I should have guessed. Should I be concerned?”

Crane keeps staring at the ceiling and tilts his head in consideration. “Possibly. You may not be immune to this new dose. As usual I must ask you to inform me of any side effects you encounter.”

He means it. I might see those glowing eyes again! I could die. After all this he’s still heartless enough to poison me. 

“Actually…” He rethinks something and suddenly pulls me away to the lobby. 

“What are you doing-?”

“Just shut up!” Crane barks. “Don’t ask, just- Keep walking.”

So he does feel guilty. The same way I feel when the scattered thought of using my scythe on him passes by. We’re two villains at a standstill, circling closer and closer until we collide and die. In a way this is very sweet of him.

If only the sleazy man in the tux wasn’t waiting in a car outside.

Crane sees he’s expecting me and demands an answer. “How many dates have you planned? Who is he?”

The sight of him makes me want to gag. Now that I’ve been exposed to more gentlemanly behavior the idea of plunging back into a fake date seems dreadful. Is it so wrong to want to stay with Jonathon and forget about it?

“He- He’s Alexander Remmington,” I whisper and show him the knife I’ve hidden in my dress skirt. “A womanizer who’s cheated on his wife more times than I can count. I’m supposed to cut out his heart and leave his corpse on his front doorstep.”

He sees us looking. Please don’t- He’s walking over. No no! I don’t want this anymore. I want to get away from this place and-

“Hey babydoll.” The man holds out a hand. “Ready to go?”

“Actually she’s going to be staying in tonight,” Dr. Crane asserts sternly and tightens his grip on my hand.

My nerves clench. “Stay out of this-”

“Oh really?” Remington asks cockily and reaches to grab me again. “Nonsense. Let’s go.”

“I-”

He gives my arm a sharp tug and pushes me towards his car. “Get. In.”

“She’s not going anywhere with you.”

Crane puts a protective arm across me and stands between us. Remington sees it as a joke.

“Oh! I see I’ve got competition, four-eyes.”

The fear doctor’s gaze doesn’t falter. “How original. A rich man with a brain the size of a pebble mocking a doctor.”

“Jonathon, please stay out of this-” I beg and try to pull him away.

“Oh-ho! So this is the illedged Scarecrow?” Remington mocks. “And he likes my night’s squeeze! Well, pleased to meet you Doctor Crane- Ah!”

All in a flash Crane pulls out my knife and backs Remmington up against the wall with the blade to his throat. What the Hell is happening?!

“Since this night is going to end in your death anyway, I’ll do it myself.”

He plunges the knife into Remmington’s chest and gives it a stiff twist. The victim howls in pain and his legs buckle, but Crane doesn’t let him fall. Instead he pushes the blade in and out until I swear he’s carved a hole in Remmington’s abdomen. He’s not really going to- Oh. He is. Crane drops the knife and sticks his hand into the wound, pulling out a bloody red heart. Blood spills from the organ and drips onto Crane’s jacket but he merely wipes it away as if it were spit. The gash in Remmington’s chest gushes more blood as he crumples to the floor. Dr. Crane glares down at his corpse and tosses the heart on him. 

What just happened?

“If you’re going to kill them why not do it without subjecting yourself to them?” he asks after a moment of silence, cleaning the blood off of his glasses.

I finally find my voice. “You know exactly how my job works. I’m the black widow of dates! But that- I don’t understand.”

You say one thing but act the complete opposite. You say you couldn’t care less if I live or die yet you look as if you’ll murder any guy who looks at me the wrong way. You did murder the guy who looked at me the wrong way!

“Should I have just let you go, then? Let him abuse you until you bleed and cut his throat?”

We’re both trying to shout and keep angry but it’s not sticking. He’s trying to reach for my hand but I back away. Every inch of my skin is on fire and pairs with the churning in my stomach. Almost like it’s telling me I want… What is happening to me? 

“Maybe I deserve it.”

It’s barely audible. A smidgen of a whisper that drifts through the city noise. But he still hears it. Jonathan’s stern face flickers to show a look of pitied shock.

“Is that why you allow it?” he murmurs, still trying to get closer. “Calico, you can’t-”

“The Hell I can’t!” I snap and jump back, quickly bending down to grab my knife. “I blame myself because I’m the only one to blame. I see it now. All this time I’ve been blaming Gotham for me doing… this. But skin deep I was already a monster in the making. Everything, everything has been adding to this.” My lip trembles and I brandish the knife to keep him away. “This is how it is. Until I’m caught or God strikes me down Himself. Now please leave me alone.”

Run. Run. Run! It’s amazing how far one can get in heels. Soon I'm out of breath and hiding in a gloomy alley, my once-glamourous dress tattered and muddy. I’ve got to get out of here- Somewhere safe. He’ll just come looking at my apartment. I need to crash somewhere else-

Hopefully Selina won’t mind if a familiar stray spends the night.

[fandomsoda]

Ok just realized I should probably translate their info into plaintext so that everyone can read it (especially given Tizzy’s font). I’ve also added additional fun fact bulletpoints that weren’t there before.

Test:

employee at a strange, probably unethical lab in the Omega Timeline

was a sans from a normal universe at some point but something went wrong or whatever and he wound up in the Omega Timeline

sent to work there due to “ornery behavior”

often left behind during breaches

pretty close to some of the experiments but is aloof about it

”I’m not an angry person, but the way y’all test me-“

please god someone let him get some sleep

(New addition) doesn’t wanna talk about what happened to his world, very angsty about it

Glowstick

An experiment in the lab

generally sweet and concerned about everyone

worried about his brother

never breaches of his own volition (without reason)

breaches during a breach to de-escalate

helps Test out during said breaches

exactly what the scientists were looking for, “the perfect outcome to this experiment”

”What do you mean my text is hard to read?”

needs way more therapy than he thinks he does

(New addition) remember that whole “perfect outcome” thing? Well you can definitely bet he’s got some issues related to that.

Tizzy

experiment

chaotic gremlin

lackey for a certain someone (lackey is a very strong term tbh)

hypnosis powers, doesn’t use them often

yes, his weapon of choice is a yo-yo

not stupid, he’s just the youngest (not by much) and craves violence

“Fire’s just kinda pretty, ya know?”

known by many of the staff as “the arsonist candy cane”

(New addition) knows the vent system like the back of his hand

Biohazard

experiment

Glowstick’s brother

lives up to his name (venomous AND poisonous to the touch)

in isolated containment, is attention starved because of it

very fond of Test for some reason and regularly breaches just for the sake of chasing him

can change the affects of his toxins (even to non-lethal affects, but can never mute them entirely)

mentally unstable and kinda feral but not in a super dangerous way

close to Tizzy and kinda mentors him

“You’re mine now!~” (not necessarily threatening, take however you will)

WILL hug you given the chance and that IS a threat

(New addition) how’d he become the way he is? Toxin spill during his early development, a la Chemical-X

alright there we go, this will be the new thing linked on my masterpost because it provides more info.

Additionally: the fonts on their refs aren’t their canonical fonts. Test’s is comic sans as usual, Glow’s is Pacifico, Tizzy’s is spirax, and Bio’s is atomic age

Omega Lab introduction post (personal Undertale AU thing)

Introducing Omega Lab, a story centered around original AU characters that I made because I wanted to and I love this idea. Set in a bizarre research lab in the Omega Timeline, this “story” (though it’s more of just- a setting, characters, and backstory for me to play around with, don’t expect anything linear-) follows our mc, Test, as he works in the strange facility made to develop and create new sentient life as well as study magic. His antics usually consist of trying to understand and befriend the sentient entities here as well as just generally survive. Here he is!

Hope y’all like him, I’m very excited to share this story with the world.

[palettepainter]

I really liked how the drawing of Jokey came out, so I decided to use it for his updated ref sheet! Gonna be redesigning a few angel OC's - Willem, Chloe and possibly Yin and Yang DO NOT REPOST/EDIT/COPY/TRACE MY ART OR OC!!! Name: Jokey Nicknames: JJ, Joke  Gender: Male Occupation: Angel in training Demon type/species: Angel of Acceptance Likes: Balloons, cupcakes, parties, smiling, singing, trumpets, jingle bells, cotton candy, flying, his bf, grilled cheese sandwiches, frogs Dislikes: Party haters, bullies, insults, sugar free sweets Died in: 2010 Former life: Before his death Jokey's parents divorced when he and his fraternal twin Chloe where very young, one week when Jokey and Chloe where being taken care of by their father (their older brother Johnathan was away studying in france) Jokey realised he was pan, he didn't really care much for gender if someone made him happy! He casually tells his dad in his most relaxed, happy tone he cane,l his father didn't react as positively as he thought they would. It ended up with his father kicking him out of his family home and onto the streets. Jokey stays within a dark place for a very long time, and it's only when he comes across a young girl that is struggling with the same issues as himself does he realise how badly he needs help. He sits down and talks with the poor girl, and though she is timid at first she is soon bawling her eyes out and telling Jokey all of her worries and fears, Jokey takes her to the local police station where the girl is then given a hot meal, and is taken to a therapist for further help. Filled with new found purpose Jokey starts picking himself up, an officer at the station notices how rough Jokey looks and also buys him a hot meal, and with his thanks sends him off to a refuge shelter where Jokey is allowed to take his first hot bath in years, is given a hair cut and a clean set of clothes, and more importantly, a place he could call home. As Jokey begins to pick himself up he becomes a worker at the shelter, offering support to young teenagers and adults who are struggling to find their self worth and who they are. Powers/Abilities: Jokey can stretch his body into any kind of shape like a cartoon, has endless patience General bio: Energetic, zany and light hearted, Jokey seems to make friends wherever he goes, he is full of bottomless energy and is a happy go lucky kinda guy. He has many different jokes and tricks up his sleeve and has a tendency of throwing cream pies at very unassuming angels - but he means well ^^ Due to his always happy mood people often think of him as stupid and oblivious, but he is actually very aware and one of the most understanding angels you'll ever meet. He is very supportive of his family and friends, to the point where he will dress up in a cheer leading outfit and wave pompom's around in the air. Due to him being pansexual he is very open to people's sexuality and same sex couples, he will wear whatever he feels like wearing, one day it could be a tutu and the next day it could be his jester outfit. He is obsessed with frogs!! He has a pet frog named princess that he loves and adores with all of his heart  Relationships: Total mama's boy. Jokey on the whole is a generally well behaved child, he never really stepped out of line or did anything bad on purpose. He loves his mother dearly despite what happened in the past, though some things do still affect him Jokey continues to be happy for himself and his family. Jokey pampers his mother with gifts and hugs whenever he can, feeling as though he needs to prove to her that all is forgiven - despite how much his mother may worry he still loves her very much, is A-Okay with being fussed by her in public Himself and Chloe are practically inseparable, gushes over how amazing his baby sister is whenever he has the chance, whether it be in public or private it doesn't matter, he'll gush over her. Picking on Chloe is probably the one thing that'll get Jokey to frown, he isn't afraid to show weakness around Chloe, she's the first person he'll go to if he needs to cry and if Willem isn't around. His bond with his older brother Johnathan is a bit more strained, Jokey understands now that he's older that Johnathan had to take the brunt of punishments a lot whenever he or Chloe got into trouble, he's very grateful to Johnathan for this reason. He also understands that his extroverted and loud personality can be a bit overbearing for his brother, so he tries to be a little more calm and quite when around him. Genuinely loves his siblings, would move heaven and earth for them Jokey is in a happy relationship with Willem, the two met when Willem started coming to his therapy sessions so that he could better cope with his anxiety. At first the two are just acquaintances, but Willem grows found of Jokey's contagious happiness, and even feels himself smiling ear to ear when Jokey laughs at his jokes. Whenever Willem goes to therapy he asks specifically for Jokey, eventually their therapy sessions turn into hang outs around heaven - Jokey does most of the talking when the two are just hanging out, but Willem is perfectly fine with listening. It was Willem who originally started crushing hard on Jokey, and Jokey was more then happy to accept his offer to a lunch date. The two have been very happy together since! He pays visits to Claire whenever he can, he knows she's often busy being Charleston's assistant but he wants to remind her she has friends that care for her, if she isn't at home Jokey leaves her a letter or sends her one via owl up in the archives. Though Jokey himself is not a fan of violence, he's there to cheer Claire on during her fencing practise, or even if its to just give her company while she reads Kiana and Jokey knew each other before Jokey met Willem, Kiana makes herbal remedies and stress relievers to help minimize stress, Jokey wanted to try out her way of therapy, and what was supposed to be a small hello ended up being a full two hour gossip about scented candles and other therapeutic activities. Jokey practically goes gaga when he realises Kiana and Willem are friends, he was so happy that the two got along! And he may or may not take full responsibility for their friendship since he was the one that introduced Kiana to Willem

[ruby-dear]

all of them except 77, 78, 81, 92 and 96

Ember, I know this was you. I’m doing it, but that’s 93 questions you’re asking for so they’re going under a cut. 

1. Talk about your first love. There have been a lot of those, so let me talk about the first one I really remember. I was in eighth grade, at the time, and she wasn’t exactly a great person looking back but she was cool and confident and she liked me, and she called me her best friend, and probably the best school-related memory I’ve ever had was her tackle-hugging me from across a classroom. I didn’t even realize I liked girls until she’d pretty much left my life completely. Maybe I’m looking at it through rose-tinted glasses now, but I think that’s okay, sometimes.  2. What’s the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard in your opinion? Most of my favorite songs are Owl City, especially the older stuff. It has a soft, dreamlike vibe to it that I find really pretty even when it’s depressing. 3. How’s your heart feeling right now? Pretty good, I think? 4. What kind of self care is your favorite to do? The fun stuff. Bath bombs, makeup, fancy shampoo. Retail therapy actually works pretty well for me, even if a lot of the time I don’t even buy anything. 5. What’s your skincare routine? Um... Shower? 6. How did you get to be so beautiful? Natural talent and carefully learned confidence. 7. Do you have any stuffed animals? Oh, do I. I have like, seventy Webkinz, and that’s without getting into anything else. You could say I collect plushes, even if I don’t do it as actively now. I have a couple of Eevee plushes, too - I’d say I want to own all of them one day, but I’m like, 95% sure that’s not possible. 8. Best trip you’ve ever been on? Once, we went to Prince Edward Island for a week, and my mom surprised me by meeting up with my best friend’s family, who happened to have gotten a room at our hotel for one night. I think that probably wins. 9. Favorite thing about your room? That it’s starting to look like it belongs to me, even if I want to move somewhere else. 10. Opinion on love? It takes work, but it’s worth it.

11. Are you affectionate? Around people I’m comfortable with, definitely. 12. Who do you look up to? The people who have enough confidence to be unapologetically be themselves.

13. Favorite poet? Robert Frost. When I was eleven, I found a book of his poems, and I loved that book so much I didn’t pay any attention in English class at all.

14. Song that makes you happy? How about one that calms you down when you’re in a bad place? There’s a lot of songs that make me happy. Hard to go wrong with the Pokemon theme, though. As for things that calm me down... It’s Alright by Mother Mother and Misguided Ghosts by Paramore have both got me through a lot.

15. Do you play an instrument? No. I was supposed to learn piano in seventh grade, but I couldn’t read the sheet music so they never let me play, and I tried to learn guitar multiple times but it never stuck for the same reason.

16. Do you do art? Using what (pencil, watercolor, etc)? I paint, though not as often as I’d like to! Using acrylics, usually, but watercolors sometimes.

17. Do you dance? What style of dance? I took ballet as a child, til they kicked me out of class, and I still enjoy dancing but I don’t remember any of what I learned.

18. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you believe in astrology? Gemini. I think it might have some kind of truth behind it, but I’m not really one of those all-or-nothing people. It’s just for fun, you know?

19. Favorite old film? I don’t watch a lot of them. Does The Aristocats count?

20. What’s your hairstyle? It’s long and wavy. I’m getting blue highlights soon.

21. What weather is the most beautiful, in your opinion? Light rain. The kind that dries off before you get inside, when the sky is perfectly clear, but it starts falling anyway and it stops just as quickly.

22. What upsets you most about the world? That however hard we try to fix it, we’re unlikely to get very far.

23. Are you in love right now? Yes. At least, I think so.

24. Do you have a crush? If so, talk about them! I have a girlfriend. Is that the same thing? She’s cute and funny and she thinks the same things about me for some reason, and she knows exactly how much of a disaster I can be and hasn’t run away yet.

25. Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them! I have a cat, Little Prince. His sister died about a month ago, and she was the one who usually kept me company (total lap-cat), but ever since he’s usually either close to where I am or comes when I call him over.

26. Do you have a lucky number? Any multiple of seven, but especially fourteen. They’re my favorite numbers for the same reason.

27. Have you ever wished on a star? What about on a fallen eyelash? I try to wish on stars, when I see them. Eyelashes I’m usually more annoyed about than anything.

28. Do you believe emoji spells to work? I think anything has the potential to work, given the right amount of effort and intent. That said, I don’t think you’re going to accomplish anything drastic.

29. Do you believe in magic in general? Oh, definitely. Just look at the world we live in. How can you not believe in magic when it’s all around you? The night sky without air pollution, the sunlight dancing on the water, candy cane white hot chocolate - it’s everywhere, in everything.

30. What’s the most beautiful thing in life, In your opinion? Everything. There’s something beautiful in everything, if you look for it. Today, let’s say the feeling of sliding around on a hardwood floor in fluffy socks, dancing along to one of your favorite songs.

31. Opinion on the color pink? What about baby blue? As a kid, I hated pink. I like it now, though. Blue is my color, light blue especially (particularly with star patterns), so I’ve always liked it.

32. What instrumental sound is your favorite? Am I alloawed to say wind chimes? I’ve always thought they sounded super pretty.

33. Do you like the sound of wind? What about the sound of rain? I love them both.

34.Who makes you happy? My friends. All of them, in different ways, the people who are still in my life for various reasons. I love them.

35. What makes you happy? Light rain, strong wind, good music. My cat’s soft meow when I wake him up by accident. White peppermint hot chocolate. Fall colors, string lights, Halloween and winter holidays. Ice and snow and skating, dressing up for no apparent reason. The trick to it all is finding new things every day.

36. Imagine your ideal life, the life you wish to make, what will that look like? A house big enough for a family. A degree of some kind hanging on the wall. A life where I’m making things because that’s what I love, and I can try new things just for fun, where I don’t have to worry about money so much. The chance to get married someday, maybe.

37. Do you wear makeup? If so what’s your favorite type of makeup or specific makeup product? Favorite store to buy makeup? I do! Unless someone else is doing it for me, I generally keep to lipstick and eyeshadow. I’ve never been especially picky about what brands I use, but I usually go to Nyx because it’s on my usual route when I go on shopping trips, and I’m kind of attached now. Plus, nowhere else I’ve been in person has as many bold colours.

38. Do you wear dresses? If so what’s your favorite dress you own? I like wearing dresses. My favorite that I still have is a longer black dress, and it’s in serious need of either repair of retirement, but I got it for $20 as a cosplay outfit last year and it served its purpose. I wear it around still, sometimes, because it’s generally an easy fix.

39. Ever been heartbroken? How do you deal with it? Yeah, a few times. I vent to my friends, usually, and then I eat ice cream and listen to gnash for a while and eventually I start to feel better.

40. Who’s your closest friend? What do you love about them?

41. Introvert or extrovert? Kinda both? It’s complicated.

42. Do you like MBTI? What’s your MBTI? Is that... Fuck, is that the one with the letters? I think I got ENFP last time, and when I was younger it was INFP.

43. Would you be a fairy, a mermaid, a vampire, a siren, a or an angel? I’ve had people tell me I have ‘fae vibes’ before, so let’s go with that and hope it’s not offensive.

44. What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you? I don’t remember enough of them to feel good about picking one. I basically only listen to music I’m recommended now.

45. Parlez-vous français? A little, by virtue of being Canadian and having driven through Quebec. Not enough to carry on a conversation.

46. Most beautiful place you’ve been to? Prince Edward Island, hands down. It’s gorgeous.

47. Where/when do you truly feel at home? When there’s a light breeze, and the perfect song is playing, and the people I love are there. When we’re laughing with each other.

48. Does smiling put you in a better mood? Try it right now, you’re smile is gorgeous! I don’t think it does, honestly? But it does tend to happen when I’m happy.

49. Favorite shoe you own? These ankle boots I got secondhand that have little metal stars on them. I’m gonna be so upset when they finally wear out and I need new ones.

50. Can you walk in stilettos? Do you like them? God, no, I’ve tried. Any heel that’s too sharp or pointy or tall is a major problem for me. It’s part of what makes finding shoes such a pain.

51. Do you feel loved? Not always, but yeah. When I remember, or when I ask, or when I’m reminded.

52. How do you express love to those you care about? I try to tell them, but I’m also the type to engage in constant teasing. I’m the friend that punches you in the arm as a show of affection.

53. Favorite term(s) of endearment? The more creative ones. The basics don’t do much for me, honestly, but it’s more about the person saying them anyway.

54. Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you? Make me feel like I don’t have to try so hard to feel like myself.

55. When is the happiest you’ve ever been? Walking the downtown city streets in winter. It was cold, sure, but it was gorgeous and I finally felt independent for a while.

56. Are you happy right now? Yeah, I’d say so.

57. What makes you smile? Bad jokes, among other things.

58. Do you laugh a lot? Yeah. A lot more than I used to.

59. What’s your favorite kind of aesthetic? Punk/scenecore. They’ve really influenced my more recent style choices.

60. Do you want to marry for love or for some other reason (like money)? Love, definitely.

61. What would your dream wedding look like? Do you want to get married? With someone I love, and the other people I love there too. Somewhere beautiful. I think I do, someday, but it’s not something I’m so worried about.

62. Favorite flower? Roses. Blue Moon Hybrid Tea Roses, in particular, are especially pretty.

63. Favorite artist? I don’t really have one. I do enjoy looking at art, though.

64. Favorite music artist? Owl City.

65. How kind do you think you are? Is kindness important to you? I don’t know. People seem to think I’m kinder than I believe I am. It’s important to me, yeah, to try and help people and to do nice things.

66. Ever made a playlist for someone? A few times. They were never anything special, as far as I’m concerned.

67. Do you have anything you do to physically comfort you when your sad? Such as a favorite blanket? Or a relaxing bath? Long, warm baths and cuddling with my cat. Warm blankets and stories with happy endings.

68. Early bird or night owl? Night owl. I’m a night person.

69. Morning routine? Wake up, do nothing for a while, actually get out of bed and figure out breakfast. While that’s going on, try and figure out if anything important is happening today.

70. Night routine? Get comfortable, then write or daydream til I fall asleep.

71. What is the most lovely quality a person could have in your opinion? Self-confidence and a willingness to help others.

72. Do you cry often? Does crying help you get the emotions out? Do you feel better after? I tend to hold back my feelings til they all fall out. So I end up crying at least twice a month, usually. It helps, yeah.

73. Do you like hugs? From people I feel comfortable with.

74. When was the last time you kissed someone? On the lips? Never.

75. Are you small or tall? Small. I’m 5′0.

76. Do you like wholesome memes? Yes. They’re cute.

79. Have you ever lived in a different country than you currently live in? Nope. I’ve never lived outside this city, only been on trips.

80. Do you like plane flights? Airports? I’ve only flown once, and I was two, so I don’t remember it very well.

82. The beach or a forest? Sand or bugs? Depends on the day. Today, though, forest.

83. What time of day do you tend to be in the best mood? Evening, usually.

84. Do you push yourself to act together and in a good mood even when you aren’t? Yeah, when I’m stressed.

85. Favorite kind of tree? Either maple or pine. I’m Canadian, what can I say?

86. Do you care about the health of the Earth? Yes, but there’s only so much one person can do.

87. What did you like most about your childhood, if anything? Field trips. Adulthood is sorely lacking in field trips.

88. Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book? I used to. These days I still read, but it’s mostly fanfiction. My favorite books, though, are Tamora Pierce’s Emelan series and the first two books of Kenneth Oppel’s Silverwing trilogy.

89. What are you most nostalgic for at the moment? Trick-or-treating.

90. What’s your favorite personality trait you have? I try to let the people I love know that I love them.

91. List at least ONE thing you love about your appearance. I have pretty great hair.

93. Do you worry a lot? Constantly.

94. The dazzling lights of the city or the relaxing countryside? The city. The countryside’s nice, but the streetlights and the city skyline are what make me feel at home.

95. Ever changed the shoelaces on one of your shoes? For what reason? I actually don’t know how to tie laces, so no. I’ve never been able to pick it up. I might get someone sense to, if I could find cool enough laces.

97. Do you like doing little acts of kindness? Yeah. It feels good to make people happy, you know?

98. How’s your day/night going? Pretty good! I did just spend over an hour on this, but I finished it, so that’s an accomplishment of its own.

[jynxlovesluck]

Meet Me In The In-Between

Snow was falling onto the ground like at the very first time they met. Virgil, chilled to the bone, warmer then he had been in months, sat on the bench outside of Logan's grandparent's house. 

The taste of candy cane mixed with the rebellious taste of sweetened lips. Virgil bit into the minty treat he stole from Logan and dreamed about something much smoother and yet chapped that could be occupying his time. 

He swore he wasn't a romantic. In fact, he had sworn off romance altogether. But it was the way Logan glowed in a debate. Smiled as he talked about the stars. Laughed when Virgil got into a pun contest with Patton and won. 

It had taken them years to get here. Comfortable enough to trust again. And the fear of being in love was gentler on his heart then it used to be. 

But Virgil never counted on dreams.

He kicked his legs out, swinging himself. Each breath sent a warm cloud into iced air and left him feeling like he had as a child. 

If Virgil thought hard enough, he could remember the day they had found each other. A boy who hadn't grown into his glasses and tripped over his own feet, and another boy who dreamed and dreamed and wished until his imagination gave out. 

In the corner of the street was a park. It shined with the teasing glimmers of frosted art and was perfect for any child. The swings had rubber so the chains wouldn't freeze, and the slide bright crimson on a white background that you could pile snow at the bottom of.

And, if you were small, sickly, and a dreamer, you could climb on the globed shaped monkey bars and sit for hours staring at the sky. 

On that day, Virgil wanted to watch the sun turn white snow into a barrage of colors, turning blandness into a beauty only patient people could see.

(Later, Logan would explain what light did to snow. Later, Logan would remind him of magic in front of his young, never tired eyes.) 

But of course, life turns plans up on your head. And when a little boy decided he wanted the globe bars in the cold, well, he didn't appreciate someone else who didn't even have anything to do will sitting in his favorite spot. Logan had walked up right next to the bars and started telling Virgil off. 

"You're in my spot." He tried to cross his arms, only for his rather big book to fall on the ground. 

Virgil blinked a couple of times. "Doesn't have your name on It." 

Logan's face flushed as he kicked the snow on the ground, revealing the rocks underneath. "Yeah, but I come here every day at 4:30 till 5. That's what my mama-my mom tells me." 

Virgil looked down at him and smiled. "That's kinda funny." 

Logan's nose scrunched up. "If you're going to be mean-" 

"I come every day at 5:30 till 6." Virgil jumped off the bars. "I'm not trying to be mean. I that it was funny we both like this spot and we barely miss each other." 

Logan let go of the fists he was making without thinking. "Oh." 

Virgil picked up Logan's book and handed it back to him. "Maybe I'll see if I can come at 4:30. Don't stay out too much though." He leaned forward and booped Logan's nose. "You'll get sick." Virgil started to turn away.

Logan almost dropped the book again. "I'm Logan Evans." 

It came out sloppy, and Logan wasn't even aware why he should tell him his name. 

But he wanted to. Logan never wanted anything. 

Virgil stopped for a moment. He turned his head and grinned. "I'm Virgil. Virgil Neight." 

The memory fell away like spring flowers in the summer heat. The candy cane was gone, and Virgil felt himself melt. 

A lot had changed since then. Logan grew into himself, and away from "brazen shows of emotional physical reactions." 

Virgil started going quiet. Bright eyes turned dark. People became too much. His dreams fell apart, dead. But he picked the pieces and hid them away deep where no one could find it. 

No one should want to find it. 

But then Logan lost his father. And suddenly, his best friend needed him again. The dark corners of his mind took energy he needed.

And, holding Logan's hand, he leads them both to therapy. "Couples sessions" so they didn't have to go it alone. Effort every day. Virgil needed pills to balance out the chemicals in his brain. Logan needed a balance between getting his work done and taking breaks.It wasn't easy. They fought. They didn't talk to each other. They cried and tore into each other like wolves starved for food. 

They ached for a hunger that left them starved.

But when push came to shove, the two of them were there for each other. Every cloudy day had a sunshine one, and a rainbow in the in-between. 

Virgil felt a warm pressure on his nose. He blinked and looked up at Logan. "Sorry, I thought you might want some company." He sat next to Virgil, who noticed the blanket now wrapped around his shoulders. "And some hot chocolate, with marshmallows and whipped cream." 

Virgil grabbed the cup and gently took it out of Logan's hands.

He took a sip and sat it on his lap.

The slow rocking of the swinging bench never stopped. 

Logan sighed and cuddled up to Virgil's neck, nuzzling into it and closing his eyes.

"The sunset looks familiar."

Virgil smiled. "They say each one is different. But I feel like we've seen this one before."

Logan opened his eyes to star off into the sky. "It's like a dream. Are we asleep?"

The still air made the rest of the world fall away. The noise only came from them. The slight squeak of chains. The slight racing heartbeats. The air moving in and out of their lungs.

"If we are, I don't want to wake up." And for once, it was because his life was better than the idea of being asleep. His night was filled with beauty again, but instead of silver and gold and glitter, it was of warm hugs and warmer talks. Filled with love that didn't make you want to keep, but to give even a fraction of the pure goodness in your heart. The nightmares still hurt and a bit still ripped and burned, but now they healed.

And Logan, Virgil thinks, is more than just a love for him. He is a friend. His best friend. His healing light.

Even of said light needed someone like Virgil to stay out of the dark. 

"I guess if we get to stay like this, then this is as real as I want." Logan murmured.

That was the beauty of being independent together instead of completely codependent. They could hold hands and face the dark and the light without flinching. They wouldn't sink.

Virgil gathered his nerve and his fingers, squeezing them together. "Hey, Lo?"

Logan lifted his head up. "Yeah V?"

He took a deep breath. Three years of building his confidence, and figuring out his feelings, and of doing embarrassing private assignments from their therapist better not be for nothing.

"I love you." He tilted Logan's head up. "More then it would take for a heartbeat to fuel a sun."

Logan closed his eyes and laid his forehead against Virgil's. "That's a relief then. Because I love you. More than the universe can ever know." 

Logan got closer to him, and Virgil sat their hot chocolate on the ground. "But Virgil, you must remember, I'm hot-headed, and I'm selfish when it comes to you. Especially when it comes to you."

Virgil rolled his eyes. "And I'm a jerk and a dumbass when it comes to you, Lo. And that's why-," he grabbed Logan's hand like it was a baby bird,"-why I'm hoping maybe you'll consider going in a date with me, and seeing if our crazy jigsaw puzzle pieces fit together in the only way we've never tried."

Suddenly, Logan was in his lap and mind, hugging him tightly. "Yes. Oh, thank god, yes."

When he pulled back, he petted Virgil's ever-growing long hair back, and slightly tugged at his pierced ears. "Can I kiss you V?"

"Please do."

End

(Sorry I've been gone so long guys! Hope you enjoy <3. Remember to comment or message of you want to be on my general reading list! And for you Princey Bride lovers: chapter 2 is coming out this weekend!)

[oskarwing]

Day 5 - Candy cane Kisses

Words: 1507

Characters: Dean; Sam; Bobby; John; Donna; Sonny; Jody; Castiel

Dean was always in a bad mood on visitation days and this one was a particularly bad one apparently. He was sitting in the group room with Sammy building a lego-fortress for him. He hadn't said a word today. Not even to Sam, who knew Dean well enough that he didn't have to talk anyway. When they had first arrived at the home Dean hadn't talked much either so the other kids were used to it and didn't really care.

The caregivers, on the other hand, were really worried about him. “He needs therapy,” Jody said. “He's not talking. Not a word all day long! We have to do something about this.” Donna sighed deeply and stared at the table. “I know Jody but we have to think about money in this situation too. Do you think the insurance or the state will pay for his therapy just because he gets a little shy sometimes?” Sonny said softly. “He doesn't just 'get a little shy’ sometimes. He isn't talking!” “I know Jody. Believe me, I know,” he said and sighed. “But you know how they are. When they see that Dean is adapting well. Doesn't show unusual aggression and gets good grades they'll just say that he doesn't need therapy.” “That's just bullshit!” Jody said loudly and shook her head. “We have a child suffering here. A sweet, clever, strong, little boy who didn't deserve the stuff he's been put through!” “Jody, we know,” Donna said now. “Maybe we should ask Rowena if she can pay for it. She said she liked Sam so maybe she'll do something for his brother too…” Jody sighed and shrugged. "I don't know if she'll pay for that. She just gave us money for the advent calendars." "We can ask her at least," Donna said and shrugged.

It knocked on the office door and they all turned around. A man stood there, he was holding an old baseball cap in his hands and looked into the office. "Sorry, I'm just here for visitation day?" he asked, biting his lip. "Of course," Jody said getting the documents. "Who are you visiting?" "Sam and Dean Winchester...?" the man said and Jody stopped. Donna put a hand on her back and smiled. "That's nice. The two of them have been here for three months and nobody visited them yet," she said sharply. "Yes... I just found out what happened, sorry," he said and cleared his throat. "Their father is here too by the way. He's just looking for a present for them." "How nice," Jody said ironically. Donna just smiled again and nodded. "I'll bring you to the visitation room. I'll send the boys in soon. What did you say was your name was again?" "Bobby Singers. And their Daddy 's John Winchester."

Dean looked at his lego fortress displeased he really didn't like it a bit. Sammy seemed to like it a lot but he was just a tiny kid. He liked basically everything Dean made. "Sam? Dean?" Jody asked entering the room. They looked up. She smiled softly. "There's someone here for you," she said. "Really?" Sam asked and looked over at Dean who had jumped up. Maybe it was their Dad? Maybe he came to take them back home, finally? Jody took them to the visitation room.

The man who was sitting on one of the tiny chairs was not their Dad. "Uncle Bobby!" Sammy squealed and ran towards him. Bobby took the little boy on his arms and smiled. "Hey, kiddo," he said and pressed Sam against his chest. "I missed you, uncle Bobby, missed you so much..." he mumbled against his neck. "Missed you too," Bobby smiled and put the boy down looking over at Dean. "Hey, Bobby," he said quietly and looked at his feet. "What's the matter with you, Dean? You too old to hug me already?" Bobby asked him. Dean shook his head smiling and ran up to Bobby to hug him too. "Your Daddy's coming too," Bobby whispered into his ear. Dean smiled. They would finally get out of this place. Finally.

"Now why don't you tell me how things are going for you?" Bobby said and smiled down at the two of them. And before Dean could even think about opening his mouth Sammy already started to talk about everything. About his preschool, about the toys, the cookies, Santa's letterbox, the advent calendars simply everything that had happened in the last three months. Bobby listened and nodded from time to time. Dean was just thinking about Dad. He would come. And then they would be on the road again. Dean would probably miss Castiel though. And Charlie. Thinking about him made him feel sad. But... but he couldn't have stayed here anyway. He needed to be with Dad.

Suddenly he felt a rough hand on his shoulder and looked up. "Dad!" he said and jumped up. "Hey, Dean," his father said and ruffled his hair. "Hey, Daddy," Sam said and waved at him and smiled at him. Dad smiled and set down next to him kissing his cheek. "Sammy, hello..." "Actually I got something for you two," he said and smiled and pulled two long candy canes out of his backpack. "For us?" Sam asked and looked at Dad. "Yes," he said and smiled. "Thank-you, Daddy!"  Sam smiled and grabbed the candy cane. "Thanks, Dad," Dean said and took his. He wanted to go soon and now that Dad was there they surely would be on their way soon?

They didn't go right away. Sam chattered away about everything again, being his usual bubbly self until he actually fell asleep on Dad's lap. "And what's going on with you, Dean, huh?" Dad asked over Sammy's head. "You doing good in school, I heard?" "Kinda..." Dean mumbled. "I had help." "That's good, Dean. What about friends? You got friends here?" John asked. "Some, I guess," Dean said. "Doesn't matter anyway. We're leaving this place, right?"

There was a pause and Bobby looked over at John. "Dean..." "You're taking us back? Right? That's why you're here?" he grabbed onto the candy cane, flinching when he heard it break. "Right??" "No, we're not, Dean," John said and looked at him. "You and Sammy will stay here." "No! No, we need to be on the road... we have to..." Dean said stumbling over his words. "Dean, listen. I thought about it. I won't get you back if I don't do this the legal way. They're watching us and... and I think this... maybe this is better. For now at least. If you think something's bad you can always call me... plus I have a lead on the demon, the one that killed mom." Dean shook his head. "No. Dad! I want to help... I want to hunt with you! Why don't you..." he stopped feeling tears in his eyes. "You don't care about us," he said and his mouth felt bitter. "You don't care. You want to hunt and you're leaving us here so you can hunt..." he looked over at Bobby. The man sighed and looked away. "Dean, that's not true..." Dean shook his head. "It is, Dad. You always cared more about the demon than about us..." He jumped up and ran out of the visitor room.

When Castiel entered their room he found Dean on his bed holding a half-eaten candy cane and crying. "Dean?" he asked and set down on the bed. "Leave me alone, Cas," he mumbled. His voice was hoarse and Castiel could tell he'd been crying for a while. "What's wrong?" "Nothin'..." Dean muttered and sighed. "Dean..." "My Dad visited today. And he... he..." he stopped and sighed. "He doesn't want me and Sammy anymore," he told Cas turning on his back. Cas looked at him and sighed softly. "Oh, Dean..." He looked down at his roommate who was lying on the bed with tearstains on his cheeks and candy cane around his mouth. His hair standing up in every direction and before he could help himself he leaned down and kissed him on the lips. It was just a quick and soft peck but enough for a nine-year-old. Castiel turned pink and bit his lip. "I-I'm sorry, Dean," he whispered. "I just... want you to feel better..." Dean looked up at him with big eyes. "I think your Dad is an assbutt. He really is..." Cas said and since Dean still hadn't said anything he continued. "I don't really know my real parents but I had a few really bad foster parents too... and... and I know you don't want to think he's an assbutt right now but I think he is and also Dean, this place isn't so bad, you know?" Dean was still silent so Cas got up. "I... I'm sorry, Dean," he said and licked his lips that were tasting like the candy cane. "I'm going to bed now." Then he felt Dean's hand tucking on his pants. "Stay?" Dean asked him softly. Castiel smiled. "Okay, Dean."

[lesbian-sora]

Run Rudolph Run

Day twelve!

Summary ~ Dan genuinely likes working as an elf at the mall’s Santa set up. It’d be better if the cute guy who plays Santa would actually talk to him, but things don’t always go the way you want them to.

Genre ~ Fluff, pre-relationship

Words ~ 1391

Warnings ~ Talk about depression and anxiety and therapy/medication for them

Author’s note ~ I got nothing to say today, lads, except that Dan and Phil looked GREAT at the Star Wars premier.

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Yesterday’s fic!

Dan groaned and rubbed his temples. His mum had informed him that he was old enough that he would be in charge of purchasing gifts for all of his friends this year, and he’d winced when he checked his bank account for his birthday savings. So, he’d gone on the job search and discovered that his local mall had openings at “Santa’s Grotto” for elves. He’d assumed that he’d be way too tall for the job, but apparently they were desperate and decided that a tall elf was better than no elf. At first, everything had been great: The pay was good, he liked his coworkers, and the manager was nice and worked with his schedule. However, the manager was the one in charge of picking what music was played and she had a soft spot for 60’s rock, and her favorite was by far the song “Run Rudolph Run.”

As if on cue, the classic guitar riff sounded over the speakers. The parents in line smiled at the song and a couple danced with their kids, but Dan, who had heard the song 11 times in his three-hours of work, was not so enthusiastic.

“Okay! Santa needs a break real quick!” the manager in question announced. “We’ll be back out in five minutes.” She gestured to Dan and he followed her and the fake Santa into the back, his heart in his throat. There were a lot of reasons Dan liked this job, the only downside really was the music, but his favorite reason was now standing in front of him wearing a bushy fake beard and a cheap red coat.

“Hi, Phil,” Dan grinned, helping the other boy get ready to go out there before a line of scrutinizing children.

“I think you mean ‘Hi, Santa,’” Phil joked.

Phil Lester went to Dan’s secondary school, but he was a year older. Dan had had a giant crush on him since his first day of his 11th year when he’d dropped everything he owned and Phil stopped in the middle of a crowded hallway to help him. He hadn’t actually gotten a chance to talk to Phil aside from that as neither of them were very active in the extra-curricular activities the school offered. When Phil walked through the door to Santa’s Grotto, Dan had thought that all of his prayers were being answered, but that wasn’t the case. In all the time they spent together, Dan hadn’t been able to pry anything more out of him than basic greetings and pleasantries before Phil made an excuse and ran off.

Dan dutifully took his position at Phil’s side to help kids on and off his lap and give out candy canes. He prepared himself for the next few hours to be a pretty much silent horror show between him and Phil, but the other boy leaned over to nudge him. Dan looked down to see bright blue eyes sparkling up at him over plastic-y hair. “So, how many times has Maggie played ‘Run Rudolph Run?’”

“Eleven. I’ve been counting,” Dan answered without thinking. “I’ve only been here three hours, Phi-- er, Santa. Someone please save me.”

Phil laughed and looked like he was about to say something, but a little girl walked up, and they both had jobs to do. “What do you want for Christmas?” Phil asked her. “Have you been good?”

“I’ve been very good all year. I kept track. This year, I want Dory Operation, a cotton candy machine, and a rainbow lights mermaid Barbie doll,” she said primly, reading from a Post-It note. She looked up at him and added, “I’d also like to know what your favorite cookie is so I can tell my mummy what kind to make.”

Dan blinked at her in surprise, but Phil rolled with it perfectly. “That’s very impressive. How did you keep track of how good you were?”

The little girl beamed. “I made a chart! I can show you November’s, if you want.” Before Phil could say anything, she’d reached into the little Hello Kitty bag she had on her back and started unfolding a sheet of paper. It was a page from a calendar for November with a number one to ten on each day in carefully written crayon. “I wasn’t very good this day because my big brother was bothering me and I pushed him and he fell down the stairs,” she admitted, pointing to the lowest scored day, which was an orangey-yellow three.

“That is a bit naughty,” Phil said sternly, looking down at her.

“That was the worst day, though, I swear!” she insisted. “Every other day I do my homework and brush my teeth and I’m nice to grandma!”

“Well, if that’s the case, I guess you’ve been good enough this year,” Phil chuckled, eyes sparkling. “I can promise that you won’t be getting coal in your stocking this year.”

“Thank you, Santa,” she said, looking almost smug. Then her eyes lit up and she tugged on Phil’s coat. “Wait! You didn’t tell me what cookie you like!”

Phil stroked his beard in thought for a moment before saying, “Snickerdoodle,” with a decisive nod.

The little girl took out her list again and carefully wrote that down. “Thank you,” she said, hopping off his lap. When Dan offered her a candy cane, she shook her head. “No, thank you. I’m allergic to peppermint.” Then she was gone.

“I think that was Hermione Granger,” Phil joked. Dan sputtered out a laugh, and only just managed to contain himself in time to help a mother set her baby up on Phil’s lap. He hopped back behind the camera to help get the baby’s attention and take a photo. Thankfully, the baby didn’t cry the whole time and the mother laughed and took the candy cane Dan offered her. When they were alone again, Phil said, “So, Dan, what do you want for Christmas?”

Dan grinned and said, “The souls of the innocent!” in a low, silly voice. He could only pray Phil got the reference.

A wave of relief washed over him when Phil responded with, “How about a bagel?”

“Nooo!”

“Two bagels?”

The rest of their shift passed with them trading bits between kids and just barely managing to focus on their jobs. When it was over, they walked together to the employee breakroom to get changed. They were walking together to the tube station near the mall when Dan finally crossed the line. “You’re awfully chatty tonight. What’s up?”

Phil quieted down and almost seemed to shrink back into a shell. “I- uh, sorry? I sometimes talk too much and it can get annoying. My bad.”

“That’s not what I meant at all!” Dan insisted, kicking himself for saying anything. “I’ve been trying to get you to talk to me for weeks now, so tonight was great for me. I thought maybe you hated me or something.”

Phil awkwardly cleared his throat, looking quite a bit like a meerkat. “Yeah, I promise I don’t hate you,” he half-chuckled. “I just, um-- I have a lot of anxiety, particularly in the social department.”

Dan nearly bit his tongue off to keep himself from saying something stupid. “I, uh -- What changed? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Phil shrugged. “I changed my meds recently because they weren’t working for me. They started really kicking in day before yesterday.”

“I get that,” Dan nodded seriously. When Phil looked at him curiously he shot him a wry grin. “I had to go through about twelve different therapists and prescriptions before I found the one that worked for my depression.”

“I didn’t know you were depressed.”

“That’s kinda the point of the meds, Philly,” Dan joked. When Phil groaned in embarrassment and hid his face in his hands, Dan chuckled and said, “Hey, don’t worry about it. It’s not just neurotypicals who say dumb stuff.”

“Well, I’m glad you found something that worked for you,” Phil said with a soft smile.

“Me, too,” Dan grinned. “Hey, and you definitely don’t have to answer this, but what made you decide to change your prescription?”

Phil’s mouth dropped open in a little “o” of surprise before it split into a shit eating grin. “Oh, there’s this really cute guy I work with that I’ve wanted to talk to for months.”

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Yesterday’s fic!

[chronically-angelic-transripts]

ACIV: First Weeklong Vlog (Oct. 30- Nov. 2)

So my back hurts so bad right now. I'm pretty sure it's because of I was jumping up to deliver the Halloween candy. But also I just went to the bathroom and realized I also just started my period so that's fantastic. It is now 1 PM and I am just now having breakfast. I'm just having this energy bar. My back hurts so bad I'm just lying on this heating pad right now. But yeah. I still have to... I edited and uploaded the Halloween vlog ("Halloweekend" vlog) but I still have to do the captions for it and it's already 1. So I'm just catching up on all my subscriptions on YouTube that I missed out on watching over the weekend and then I'ma going to be working on the subtitles and then I'll get that published. So yeah. I had a therapy appointment this morning and I had to leave it early because my back just hurt so bad. I will talk to you later. Maybe. Ok believe it or not this is like 10 hours later. It looks almost exactly the same though. Ok anyway. I think I've decided on a new layout for the vlogs. I was thinking about doing this for a while but I hadn't done it. I was thinking about doing week long vlogs but those are like really long and almost nothing happens during the week then a bunch of stuff happens on the weekend so I think what I'm going to do is I'm going to do weekday vlogs and then weekend vlogs. Monday through Thursday is going to be one vlog and then Friday through Sunday is going to be one vlog. It just seems like a better idea to me. What do I know but I like that idea. I'll roll with it and see what happens. Guys...I made something amazing. Ok so I got these Hershey's mugs for Christmas last year and I put a chocolate mug cake in here and then I put homemade icing (but it's not that good it kind of just tastes like butter) and I put M&Ms on top and then I got hot chocolate and I wanted to share this with you guys because it looks amazing. Today I wore a temporary which tattoo to school. Also yesterday I put toothpaste on a pimple and I forgot to take it off this morning so I came to school with toothpaste on my eyebrow. It is Halloween day so happy Halloween everyone. It's also really really cold out here. The wind chill is like actual freezing temperature. My back is really like twinging today so I have my cane today. I'm just waiting for the bus to come again and I figured right now would be a good time to film. It's freaking cold man it's so cold I hate it when it's cold. I hate it when it's any type of extreme temperature I can't handle it. Like it's supposed to be fall weather so it shouldn't be that cold or that hot but nononononono *clicks tounge* We skip straight to winter this time. Alrighty. Ima go. Happy Thursday everyone. Wait no. It's Wednesday. Happy Wednesday everyone. I just got put of school here comes the bus. I feel like right now is the only time I'll remember to film so I'm filming. I don't really think I've got anything really planned for today so there's not much to film in the first place. OH I've been getting this really weird muscle cramp in my leg. It just kinda feels sharp but it's over a wide area and it just like...it goes there for like maybe two seconds and it hurts like really bad and then it just like...goes away. And it's really annoying and I don't know what it is. I think it might have something to do with the weather though because it snowed this morning. Alright I'm going to get on the bus. Talk to you later. Hey guys. So I think I might have strep throat. My sister has it and my throat really hurts and it's been hurting for a few days so. Yeah. I'm really tired and that's about the only update for you so. Alright. Alrighty just got out of school. The middle schoolers didn't have school today so there's no bus coming to the middle school to take us over to the high school so we got to walk over to the high school to get on the bus. So the teacher let us eave a little early. So yeah now I'm just walking. There's a guy over there. I don't want him to think I'm crazy. Even though I'm probably never even going to see him again. But still. I'm weird like that. I gotta pee. Probably going to have to wait till I get home. Alright that's bout all I have to say. Bye. Hello I forgot to sign off last night so it is Friday morning. Actually not morning but I only woke up like an hour ago. It's 1 PM. So I am going to sign off here but also I've been seeing a lot of reminders on my social media that Obamacare open enrollment started on the first and there have been a lot of reminders and the enrollment period is only six weeks so I wanted to just put out a little reminder even though I barely have any subscribers for people who needed a reminder and have not gotten one. Obamacare open enrollment has started and you should probably do that if you need to because the shortened time period. Alright peace. Okay so now it is well into Friday and it was supposed to just be  a Thursday vlog but this is more just info not really anything to do with my vlogging type thing. So I put a poll up a couple of days ago on my twitter and then I asked if anyone wanted to do a chronic illness holiday card swap. Only 3 people said yes and only 4 people responded. But I figured I'd put it out there anyway. So I just made a google form it will be in the description There will bee an option if you'd rather do an e-card rather than receive it in the mail so you don't have to give your address. But I'll be communicating through email and I hope to get everyone paired up by December first. If only like one person signs up I'll just have you swap with me. If it's an odd number of people I'll have the last person swap with me. But if there's an even number I just won't get involved. But either way I think. No matter how many people I get everyone will be happy. So yeah. Just wanted to say that real quick.