#five wasnt wrong

[i-think-were-alone-n0w]

so sick of all you "my five/s1-3 five would've never done this!"

sure.

your five, who attempted to save the world numerous times, dedicated his entire life to it, and who was TIRED from all these useless attempts, where everytime HE would fight the hardest and still somehow fail and disappoint everyone he loved-

(and in the end, learned that there's no point or way, and has to sacrifice his family, all that he knew and loved for the world to actually be saved);

you "diehard fans" are bashing him for losing hope, after he

once again, ended up stuck for 7 years in an "apocalypse", a never ending cycle of trial and error; with no proof he could ever go back to any of his desired realities where he could see his loved ones, or proof they still even exist;

your five that has the most fucked up perception of love (mind you, he fell in love with a mannequin because it was his only company), happened to have ONE shoulder to lean on during this time, and he took it. he was once again stuck for years, just like the first time. with only one person, lila. he grew to trust lila, he grew to love lila. they've made it to a timeline where everything was quiet, and safe. they made it to a reality where five didn't have to fight for him and his loved one's lives. he found a reality where he wouldn't have to sacrifice anyone, and where he doesn't have to disappoint his loved ones again. and he wanted to stay there with her, ensuring lila that safety, and providing his love.

TL;DR?

so how surprised can you guys be? that he gave up? that he fell in love, for he was stuck for years with no hope or proof his family was still there, waiting? after years of failing and disappointing everyone- he found a reality in which he didn't have to run, or fight. he found a reality in which he can love and truly protect. he fell in love again because someone cared for him when he needed it most.

we've always known five for value-ing love. love for his family, love for delores. he fell for delores because she was the only one by his side. use your brains. please.

[tangledinink]

...i'm kind of scared to ask...but when swanatello's brothers finally found him, was it a good or bad day? (i love swanatello, he has nested in my skull and is chewing on my brain like grass)

The first SEVERAL visits to Swanatello after they find him go about the same way. That is to say, very poorly. It's not until a couple weeks later when Leo visits on his own (not because he thinks it'll work, but because he's desperate to see his brother, and he's able to portal there on his own,) that Swanatello finally has a chance to recognize him, and they're able to begin to puzzle the situation together...

[skeletoninthemelonland]

i'm sick and coughing so much my soul leaves my body multiple times but here's the first ever Springtrap drawing I made. This is from 2015

[bedforddanes75]

i just think you deserve eternal happiness actually. funny and actually nice. u are jesus. anyway No pls i AM AFRAID u are simply too cool and i cant deal

[senseiwu]

Does it piss anyone else off that barely anyone holds garmadon accountable for his actions and then they give people crap for being upset with him after he's hurt them

[caterpillarinacave]

my world has been flipped over

[mingot-studios]

yo why are so many ytbrs saying the fnaf movie was bad??

[emulation-0]

im a little sad today

[gaywiththesauce]

*slips sticky note in ur textbook*

Passing this along if you want to ~

Hello there! You've been tagged! You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but if you'd like, list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Learn to know your mutuals and followers! 💖💖💖

my textbook! something my professors refuse to touch! *cries in money*

Five things that make me happy! (in no particular order)

Music - I love love love listening to music. I listen to almost every kind of music (the exception of most rap and.... others?) It cheers me up or mellows me out and helps get emotions out or make them elevated. I'm listening to my Giyuu playlist while I'm writing this-

Singing - kind of on the same boat, but I landed a solo part in my choir group so I'm gonna brag a little. Singing is just another way that I like to relieve stress! and I like being loud sing!

My partner - they make me happy<3 we have a lot of the same interests and they are one of the only people that would watch Cars (2006) with me because I read one (1) fanfic out of the blue and am now creating stories in my head and scenes in heroforge😊

My mutuals - yes, let me be sappy! I like interacting with people, and I'm a very introverted person and none of my friends like Demon Slayer enough to read fanfics abt it... that's where my lovely (but slightly insane) mutuals come in and let me be creative on these Wednesdays and any other days of the week :) (thank you octo for letting me be silly with you with my chicken date, I'm still grieving😭💀)

my friends (irl) - i may only have 4 and I might only talk to them 1-2 times a week but that doesn't mean that they don't make me happy still. we always have something to laugh about and it never feels like I'm inconveniencing them or that they would rather be with anyone else. I feel wanted, it's a nice feeling. I hope everyone reading this has a person like that.

ok, enough rambling, I have some ask boxes to lurk👺❤️

[healingheartdogs]

All of my planning and worrying didn't matter because he went on his own last night at home and it was traumatic as fuck for me and Selene both.

[tangledinink]

in an older ask (before the bracelet comic) you broke down, basically, the odds of donnie recognizing his family to different degrees on any given day... i'm curious, what would the odds be now, now that he has the bracelet?

Hell yeah let's do more Swanatello Math~

Let's say his family visits him eight times-- this time with the bracelet.

-> Maybe one time out of eight, usually less, Donnie will not be able to recognize them and will treat them as intruders, driving them off. There are occasions when he disregards the message of the bracelet or forgets it too quickly to be helpful.

-> Two times out of eight, Donnie will be able to recognize them enough to not view them as threats, but will not be able to organically recall any further details about them. He is confused and frustrated. He recognizes something is wrong, and can comprehend the research materials he's reading, but no actual memories are being pinged in his brain, leaving him in a very frightening, bizarre, uncanny-valley sort of space. He has to repeatedly reference notes and journals to try to puzzle the identities of his family together, which is upsetting and embarrassing. Days like these focus on providing comfort and support to Donnie, but the context that his research board and bracelet provide does make this easier to manage now.

-> One time out of the eight, Donnie will be able to recognize his family but struggles to comprehend his current situation or recall details surrounding it, though he recognizes something is wrong. He knows that Raph is here, and he remembers Raph fully, but has a difficult time processing why they're here at the lake instead of being at home; it's just not sinking in for him. Things in his brain are not matching up, and he is confused and frustrated. His family will have to re-explain to him what's going on, typically multiple times. Days like these focus on providing comfort and support to Donnie, but the jumpstart that the research and bracelet provide often makes this process much easier.

-> One time out of eight, Donnie will be able to recognize his family enough to not view them as threats, but will not always be able to recall further details about them. He's not able to fully process that anything is wrong unless it's explained to him, (usually more than once,) but even then it seems to overall elude him and not fully sink in. He will happily spend the day showing his lake off to his family, dancing with them, etc. His bracelet and research board help, but on days like these he often seems unable to fully retain this information throughout the day. These days are usually pretty frustrating for his family, but are overall lower-stress for Donnie, at least. False memories are common on these days.

-> Three times out of eight, Donnie is able to both recognize his family and recall details about their current situation. He remembers the family members who are currently with them, and sometimes even those who are absent, and understands that he is currently being affected by magick that manipulates his memory and patterns of thinking.

Overall, the bracelet has improved the situation. The family has to take care to try to be present as much as possible, however, as receiving this information from the bracelet and research board can sometimes be very scary or disorientating, and they've found that having someone around either during this process or immediately after is very important. Typically, if Donnie wakes up, receives the message from his bracelet, inspects the research board, and waits for the promised family to arrive... and then they don't, he'll panic and quickly lose trust in the information. He may react negatively to any family members once they do show up. Swanatello overall tends to do poorly when left alone, they've discovered.

[engagemythrusters]

when i open a fic with fives turning out to be a complete asshole in it, i just know the author is making fives so fucking unbearable that they can feel justified that fox killed him

[puppmeo]

Have you ever been assumed to be romantically attracted to someone and even just the thought of that makes you want to throw up . Anybody

[hsjxishbeoelwj]

tw: vent post, long long rant/vent post lmao sorry :3 im going through it fr fr!!!! 😜 (this is kinda cringe ngl, lol)

god, please let my sister still feel safe and comfortable around me even when I don't deserve it. She deserves so much more than me and my shit attitude and behavior towards her. She deserves to be loved and get out of this house because she's just a kid, my baby, though she doesn't deserve this life we've built for her. She deserves people who won't yell or snap at her for being a kid. I hope she never fears me. I hope she never feels her stomach churn because of the sound of my voice, and I hope she never knows me by the sound of my footsteps. Because, lord knows she deserves so, so much more. She deserves to feel safe in her own room with out me saying to get out (we share a room). And yet, I still can't help but feel that selfishness that screams at me from the darkest parts of my mind, the ones that scream "kick her out before she ruins the delicate system you have built in this room, she doesn't deserve to be here." And yet, I so desperately want to listen to the much, much smaller voice that says "this is her room to, she deserves to feel safe in here to without feeling like shes walking on eggshells. You swore to yourself that you'd never make her feel the way you did when you were her age. But look at you now. Horrible and basically as bad as you feared you'd be." I hate it. I miss knowing my little sister more than I knew myself. She just wants her big sisters attention. She just wanted my love and validation. I see the way she looks at me when she thinks I'm not looking. I hate it. I hate that she looks at me like I'm not the big sister she wants. I miss when she used to look at me with stars in her eyes and awe in her voice as she screamed my nickname so happily, the nickname only she's allowed to call me. It feels weird when she calls me by my actual name, even when it's not that different. Where was I going with this? I don't know. I just miss my baby sister, my baby. My dear sister. And maybe that's my fault. Scratch that. It most definitely is my fault. I pushed her away because I was scared of hurting her, but I hurt her anyway. It's hard not to when you both have shared a room since she was a baby. I've never had my own space. Maybe that's why I do this. Out of my own selfish desire for privacy. She doesn't deserve this. If only she were born earlier. If only she were closer in age. But, would that have changed things? I don't know. I wish I did. God, or whoevers listening, please, oh please, let there be a universe where I can live my baby sister like she needs me too. Where I'm actually a good sister. Where she doesn't fear my mood swings like they're a knife I'm about to stab her with. Where she never finches away from me in fear of what will happen. Where she never gets that long, sad stare when she thinks we aren't looking. Where I can protect her from all the bad, instead of being the bad she needs shelter from. Please, whoever is listening to this. Please, let there be a universe where I'm not a fucked up little kid who will never know whats wrong with me. I just want to know what's wrong with me. Maybe then I'll stop snapping and hurting the ones I love. I don't want to be my grandma. I don't want to be someone who snaps at the smallest things because they aren't how she left them. I don't want to make my loved ones sick of me because of how I am. I don't want to be someone who is feared by my siblings. I don't want my little baby sister (who is taller than me now? when did that happen?) to flea to her room so her big sister to be better just for her to realize I'm the one she's hiding from. I don't want her to feel like she'll never feel safe around me again. Please, lord, don't let me become like my grandma, who makes everyone drained when she starts talking. Instead, lord, let me be like my mother, the kind soul she is, and let me be an open space where I can't help but spill my guts too.

Please let me be a good sister.

Please don't let me become my grandmother and hers before her.

Please, let me be like my mother.

Pleaee let me baby sister feel like she is not wanted because if my stupid mistakes.

Please let her not take to heart what I said when I was angry and had no control over my words and emotions.

Please let her know that she will always have a place in my heart no matter what.

Please let her know that no matter what I say, her big sister will always love her, even if she doesn't love me.

Please let her know it's never going to be her fault for being and acting like a child, for wanting her big sisters approval.

Please let her know I will never, ever truly hate her (I genuinely don't think I can).

Please, lord above, tell me what's wrong with me so I can fix it and be a better sister to my older and younger siblings. If not, then, please, strike me down and send me to hell.

I can not handle hurting them again. I think it will kill me. I can not handle seeing my family cry because of my stupid, reckless, impulsive actions. I can't do this anymore.

Please let my family know that if I do eventually die by my own hand, it was never their fault. It was mine for being so weak.

Please let my sister know that she will never be at fault for what her big sister did.

Please let my baby, my little sister know that her big sister has always been proud of her.

Please, God, tell me what is wrong with me so that I may fix it.

(perhaps i wasn't cut out to be a sibling..?)

[sophaeros]

transcript:

jo: let’s start the whole thing off with a quickfire round of “up-close-and-personal.” it’s something that we do on the show and you’re gonna love it, i can tell you about that. matt: [inaudible sounds of agreement] alex: alright, yeah.

jo: so, um, what’s your job title, first of all. matt. matt: what’s my job title? jo: yeah. matt: dream job title or-  actually, correct- jo: actual job title. matt: (blows air out through lips) entertainer. jo: alex? alex: yeah, i mean. we’re in the same- Band. jo: morecambe and wise, maybe. or chuckle brothers, maybe. (laughs) alex: um, entertainer, yeah. or, y’know, musician. matt: (chuckles)

jo: what was your first job? matt. matt: entertainer. (chuckles) uh- no, um- alex: (laughs) matt: first job- uhh- jo: did you do it as a- matt: (crosstalk) sales associate. jo: where at? matt: “next.” jo: were you? matt: next menswear. never forget.

jo: (chuckles) al? alex: i think i’m- it’s just going to be same to all. matt: it was actually, innit? i did have a paper round, but- can hardly call that a job, with how little they were paying me. yeah. alex: yeah. jo: so you worked in “next” as well, alex, or a different shop? alex: yeah. it was- matt: different branch. alex: most- different branch, mostly backstage, my work, i were doing that actually, as well, it was a stockroom job. jo: stocking shelves. alex: yeah. and then also around that period i did work in a restaurant, as well. on a roundabout. all: (burst into chuckles/giggles) jo: what’d that involve doing? were you good at your job? alex: i like to think, i uh, yeah!  jo: and what were you doing, were you actually serving food, or? alex: yeah. jo: i hated being a waitress. i was a waitress as well. ‘cause you’re basically- you’re the front of house, so anything that goes wrong, you’re the person that has to apologise. matt: [inaudible crosstalk], complain to you. jo: yeah. matt: could never be me.

jo: what’s your favourite season? al. alex: (inhales. Very long pause.) matt: there’s only four. alex: autumn. jo and matt: (wheezing chuckles) jo: nice! any particular reason? alex: (inhales) No. uh. does it- jo: okay no leave it there, that’s fine, i don’t wanna know.

jo: what’s your favourite body part, matt? matt: ooh. left leg. jo: alex? alex: eyebrow. jo: left or right? matt: (immediately) raised. jo: raised, he’s good, isn’t he? can see why you’re in the band. (chuckles)

jo: what’s your favourite dessert? alex. alex: ...ehh....................(exhales) jo: c’mon, this is dessert, this is food. matt and alex: (giggles) jo: this is food, this is what you’ve- surely, there’s- something must leap into your head. alex: i just don’t wanna get it wrong, in front of everybody. matt: (chuckles) jo: but it’s only dessert we’re talking about, we’re not talking about the album. alex: yeah. it’s a serious business. matt: and if someone ever sees you eating a different one, it’s fine. alex: it’s alright. jo, gently: it’s okay. alex: i- (stutters) uhh- all: (burst into laughter) jo: hey, i can give you some options! lemon meringue pie, tiramisu, chocolate brownies, apple crumble. alex: it’s not lemon for me. matt: no, it’s not lemon for you. alex: it’s not lemon for me- not that- and i think matthew would probably tell you: sticky toffee puddin’. matt: that’s mine. jo: ah, together again! alex: although i know this is not that- that’s not the game we’re playing ‘ere though, is it, we do our own.  matt: (giggles) you know what mine is. alex: (crosstalk) that is a game you do play sometimes, innit? matt and jo: yeah. jo: sticky toffee pudding. you’re not going to regret that. alex: [inaudible crosstalk] how well do you, uh... matt: oh, like mr and mrs? alex: yeah. jo: oh that’s a good game. alex: is that what it’s called? matt: it’s what it- yeah. jo: it is, yeah.

jo: what’s your favourite board game? matt: oh what’s it called- there’s this one i recently played called uh, othello, or something like that. jo: oh, yeah that’s good! matt: with the black and white little things. jo: yeah. alex: just some strategy. jo: c’mon, tell us about that! matt: the slogan’s great too, it’s “it takes a minute to master-” wait no, “a minute to learn, a lifetime to master.” and anythin’ like that, i enjoy. all: (giggles)

jo: d’you have a favourite board game, alex? alex: (nervous laughter) um- (exhales) jo: (laughing) god, i hadn’t realised this was going to be so hard. alex: (crosstalk) cluedo... matt: (laughing) yeah- cluedo, yeah. cluedo. alex: definitely, yeah- jo: (crosstalk) i thought we were startin’ easy. alex: cluedo. enthusiast. jo: cluedo, ah, okay. d’you have a favourite character to be? everybody has a favourite character to be. alex: (with great pain) if i knew it was going to breed another question, i’d have chosen a different game. all: (laughter/giggling) matt: what’s his name, colonel, uh- alex: there’s [inaudible mumbling]- only one you can be. jo: colonel mustard. alex: yeah, that’s- that’s the answer to that. wait, i thought we’d already done the dessert. jo: (laughs) let’s take a break, and-

/end transcript

Quickfire round of up close and personal questions with Alex and Matt. Or alternatively titled, "the most difficult 4 minutes of Alex's life."

[savethepinecones]

i forgot how impossible it is to talk to my mom without receiving criticism oof