#guys i almost posted this on my be more chill sideblog

[adventurous-adventures]

5 July 2024: We're back!! ... again

we keep going on haitus because something keeps coming up

BING BONG WE'RE BACK AGAIN

Georgie uses Jesus. It's super effective.

There is a spare chair that neither Zain nor Georgie sit on.

Praise the floor! (reference to TAAOD and the floormans)

Lara is now bulk buying books instead of crystals. (jesus, really calling me out on that one. y'all think books are an improvement to crystals)

Georgie has also fallen head first into sonic lore. Zain approves of this.

Zain goes goblin mode and jumpscares Alex.

The 5 Dwarves size up the rats (?) And think they can take them...in a fight, right?

Alex has completely lost it. "It took one sentence?! To make a sex joke?!" (new record)

Mick makes a small yelp. I don't know why they made that.

The Dwarves are not fighters, they're lovers.

Lara was really close to throwing their embroidery work at Georgie.

"The Gnomes want to fuck the rats" - Zain "They're Dwarves." - Alex "The Dwarves want to fuck the rats" - Zain "Viscerally." - Mick "With Pickaxes." - Georgie "This is the weirdest Minecraft porn I've ever heard of." - Zain

It has been 17 minutes and Alex is so very broken.

"He's just Don John." - Georgie "Anywhere else and he would be a racist black guy." - Zain

"The default for racists is white." - Georgie

Ew we're talking about religion.

Zain now wants to burn a Bible.

Communion wafers are made of Jesus' flesh.

"Who the fuck wants to eat Jesus?" - Zain (blame Jesus, he's the one who came up with the eucharist)

Georgie and Mick are Pagan. Zain immediately thinks of Pagan Min from far cry 4 (May Pagan's light shine upon us all.)

"We could take it 3 way." - Georgie

We try to figure out the context of the choc'd or Fingered quote. Georgie wondered if we fingered anybody.

There's a locked door behind the Dwarves. Iphigenia breaks their thieves' tools.

Mick was very closing in searching up 'how to make a bomb in D&D.'

Raven knows how to make gunpowder.

One of the Dwarves finally tell us of another way that involves climbing up a cliff.

Raven does a resident evil 4 and shoots the lock with his crossbow. He gets a nat 20 and breaks it.

Raven convinces the Dwarves not to fight the Lycanthorpe rats. The Dwarves made River-Lea literally swear to come back. (River-Lea says fuck).

The party stealthily make it to where they can see the exit. There are two guards that are standing in the way, watching out towards the clearing.

Zain ponders how to deal with this in the toilet.

Zain has decided to resort to violence with a suprise round.

"Gaylight, Girlkeep, Gasboss."

Plan has changed, Don John gets yeeted by River-Lea (georgie temporarily regains yeeting privileges which were revoked from the yeeting incident)

Raven is gonna suprise shoot a mofo.

Alex's brain is fried from all the sex jokes.

"Man your brain is really fucked up." - Zain

SUPRISE ROUND STARTS:

Juniper makes the guards crispy with a couple of scorching rays.

Raven gets a headshot on one and then brutally murders the other.

Raven has "edged the Dwarves emotionally."

There's another wererat that opens the door and sees the scene unfold. Then the party decides to bolt it out of there.

The party makes it back to Phandalin by sunset.

"What has Wester done for this village?" - Georgie "Shit his pants" - Zain

Alistair and Dewdrop have been quiet this entire session.

Dewdrop was getting railed by Orcs and Alistair was just quiet.

Iphigenia and Juniper sleep at Iphigenia's family bakery and Raven and River-Lea sleep at the farm.

IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!

Zain falls for the Mind Goblin joke.

The party tries to persuade Wester to get double the payment. Instead the party gets 100 from Wester and 100 from Don John.

"Polycule is good for your finances." - Georgie.

Juniper is designated group accountant.

The party now goes to the blue lions store now run by Annette fire emblem.

Zain now voices Annette fire emblem in this campaign.

Raven fails to try and rizz Annette.

Georgie throws an eraser into the poutine.

We have 3 new quests! The party are ready to head out for Axholm and make a safe haven in the event of evacuation.

[hookerfoxyanonarchived]

Finally, an intro post!

Okay, it's been forever of me doing absolutely nothing so here we go making an actual intro post today

This is a sideblog for @dsaf-confessions, I am the anon known as, you guessed it, hooker foxy anon!

I'm deciding to make a shift in what I do with this blog, including in character asks with my anonsona, posting art, interacting more with the other anon blogs, and all that good shit. More on that later, though. My main blog is @an0nthecat, consider checking that out if ya wanna see art or just hear me yap more

Some basic information about me:

The names that I use online are literally Anon/Anonymous. It might get confusing I know but it's how I've been referred to for years I can't really do anything about it anymore HAHAHAH just call me that if you can

I am a MINOR. I am in my early teens. Please do NOT make any sexual comments about me. (Note, I said ME.)

I am also aroace, and non-binary. I use they/them pronouns.

I am currently hyperfixated on DSaF, FNaF and Goldie's Inferno (a FNaF AU made by the amazing bunnycat, that was sadly discontinued recently.)

The other fandoms that I am in include Spooky Month, ENA, and OMORI.

I am a furry.

I swear like a fuckin sailor, sorry if y'all don't like that I really don't care just don't interact with me or something lmao

I can be kinda meanspirited just know that most of it is lighthearted tho

Okay onto the fun stuff: My anonsona, their lore and the in character asks and confessions and stuff

This is my anonsona:

They have some fun anon lore! Most of their basic info is identical to mine so I'm not gonna bother so let's just type out the lore:

Their arc follows the DSaF 2 Fairly Evil ending, almost immediately after biting Peter they gained sentience and were super fucking confused. Their first thought was "Damn these things on my feet hurt" so they ripped off those high heels and followed Dave and Jack out of the restaurant and hitched a ride to Vegas in the trunk of their car.

They pried themselves out of it when they reached the Vegas strip and spent their first month of sentience getting fucking wasted (despite them being an animatronic... Don't ask) and terrorizing a bunch of drunk people.

They literally have next to zero interactions with any DSaF characters from this point on, they legit just chill in Vegas for the entirety of their lifetime.

They renamed themselves from Nightmare Foxy to Hooker Foxy for the shits and giggles and live in a dumpster behind a bar. They get barfed on a lot.

Their clothes were acquired by beating up random ass people on the street.

Okay now that that's taken care of... let's talk about asks and the future of this blog.

I kinda wanna start answering asks as Hooker Foxy I just thought it'd be fun yk yk yarhhh

If you have any asks for me, the person running this blog, please refer to me as Anon in the ask.

If you have asks for Hooker Foxy, my anonsona, refer to them as Hooker Foxy.

Simple shit.

Most of the answers to asks for Hooker Foxy will be accompanied by lazy and probably uncolored doodles

Tags for these will be #oochookerfoxyanswers for my asks and #hookerfoxyanswers for anonsona asks

Uhh other tags stay the same, #hookerfoxyreblogs and #hookerfoxyart mean the exact same thing as before

I might post more art and just talk in general more on here and stuff but yeah that's about it

Sorry for the long intro guys, I swear, I don't usually type this much 💔

[wetbloodworm]

doodling bits from a scene i have in my head that requires. some context actually. like a lot of the things i drop here for this verse. hang on i saw a post the other day

part of me feels like i should make yet another sideblog just for these guys so i’m not making y’all look at them all the time when you mostly don��t know what’s going on because it’s all tucked away in my head and also in a private google doc and i’m just vomiting out different tidbits of context at random. but that would make me a coward so instead i’m just forcing through my anxiety lmao besides!! some of you don’t have context for the other non-dreamverse shit i post and i don’t feel the same level of anxiety about that. it’s fine! it’s my blog!! it’s fine!!!

anyway. setup for the scene is basic, asim gets critically injured on a job and they’re either somewhere an ambulance can’t easily reach or one just won’t get there in time. achlys has a potential solution.

context, explanation, and more doodles under the cut b/c this post is getting long

so, important universe context for the rest of the scene:

asim’s necklace is a magic item that protects him from magical/intangible attacks and keeps all his metaphysical bits inside him. it’s like a lock, keeps others out and Himself in. so like supernatural creatures can’t drain him of his energy, or control his mind, or, most relevant to what he encounters on the daily, do any shenanigans to his soul. he was initially given the necklace to protect him from achlys specifically.

somaphors have a limited ability to manipulate their host body, stuff like being able to make aesthetic or other surface changes. it’s how achlys changes their eye color to give themself heterochromia regardless of which body they’re in, and lets them treat some injuries at an accelerated rate. the ability is there for the injury thing tbh, a natural way to protect the host body and keep it functioning longer, the aesthetic stuff is a secondary usage the species kinda figured out and likes to have fun with lol

like 99% of the time, somaphors can only possess bodies that don’t have a soul in them already. it’s almost universally believed that they CAN’T possess occupied bodies, by both humans and somaphors themselves.

at this point in the story, achlys is no longer murderous and they’re both starting to build up some trust with each other. ‘starting’ being the key word here.

SO WITH ALL THAT IN MIND the part of this scene that follows the above comic is achlys grabbing the necklace and starting to take it off asim. which, understandably, makes asim panic, b/c even if achlys has chilled out literally the only reason he knows why they’d need his necklace off is so they can eat him. achlys meanwhile just wants to try to possess asim while his soul is still there but losing its grip since he’s dying so that they can patch up the body as much as they can, hopefully enough to get asim to a doctor.

asim is physically stronger than achlys like this but he is, again, dying, so the struggle doesn’t last too long. which results in one of my favorite things: body-sharing shenanigans

asim isn’t a fan. achlys doesn’t love it much either tbh but yanno. asim lives and that’s what matters. bonus that i didn’t draw, achlys has to drag their now-empty body with them to the doctor so that they can possess it again later once they’re sure asim is fine. has to deal with the hospital staff being Alarmed and Confused when the patient with zero brain activity suddenly wakes up and appears totally fine, which is annoying, but the alternative is emptying + possessing an entirely new body which would be a lot more work and also asim would be mad at them.

one last mental image i have for after this scene is achlys hanging out in asim’s room after they’ve been cleared, making an idle comment about being ready to get out of this place. asim asking if they dislike hospitals, achlys clarifying that no, it’s... okay look. hospitals make them hungry. asim like excuse me, achlys like listen it’s just how we get food! we hang around where people are dying! it’s an association thing for me!! asim saying that god they make it so hard to justify their friendship sometimes when they say fucked up shit like that, achlys like LISTEN I SAVED YOUR LIFE I SHOULD GET A PASS FOR THIS ONE

i lied, one more. asim asking if that means there are other somaphors here now in their incorporeal forms, lurking around the place. achlys like i mean i can’t see them when i’m possessing someone but yeah, 100%, saw like five on the way back to my body. i’d imagine we’ve got an audience for this conversation, it’d be one of the more interesting ones they could listen in on. hello to whoever’s here, by the way. asim DEEPLY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE IDEA

i feel like this is incomprehensible outside of my own brain but it’s fine these posts are for me anyway

[mirrorred-star]

Whumpuary Hiatus

Whumpuary is postponed for the following reasons:

I'm really close to running out of ideas for fics. I have two days, my prepared alts, and then I'm stuck for almost two weeks. And because I know I'm on a time limit, it's really hard for my brain to chill enough to come up with how to tackle prompts that aren't really up my alley. I am writing so much shit, guys. Like, writing badly shit. I'm typing everything up in Wordpad, so I'm not working with native spellcheck or auto-correction (for slightly complicated dumbass reasons). I'm not doing a proper rereading pass before posting things. Some of the fics posted are pointless. The first part of the Death Note fanfic needed to be cleaned up, and I didn't because I wanted it done so I could move onto the next thing. I can do a lot better, and you don't deserve your time wasted by reading things that I could have done better with.

All I am doing with every day, now that I have no fic buffer, is write, doing something else on my computer to give myself enough mental space to fix what's wrong with the fic, make myself food, eat food, accidentally spend too much time on the internet, do something else entirely because I need a break from writing or housemate wants to socialise, and sleep. All I have been thinking about is fic. This is probably not good.

Posting at midnight or 2am started to become a fix for the 'accidentally spending three hours on tumblr' issue, which is also… not great.

I haven't been able to set up my tumblr properly and friend more people there because all I've been thinking about has been writing fic or worrying about… fic, or tagging properly, or more fic.

I've been thinking of moving the sickos-yes show to a sideblog to make it easier for people who don't want to see it and want to pretend that I don't do that, and also in case I miscalculate and get the account nuked. I wanted to finish whumpuary first but the more things I post for whumpuary the more likely it is that I'll accidentally get noticed by the kinds of people who might want to try to get my account nuked or just make tumblr very unfun.

I've achieved even more than what I set out to do - I've posted every day for two weeks, I've freely written the horrible things that I like writing about enough to want to keep writing, with the side effect of maybe figuring out what I need to do to fix the vampire novel that I've been trying to write good since 2008*, generating a small hutch of horrible plot bunnies, and figured out more background for the two original canon fics I wrote. And it is probably a much better use of my time to work on the vampire thing or the rpg or making the other thing reasonably presentable than to push myself to churn out another 16 mediocre-to-bad fics before not wanting to touch the keyboard for another two months.

*for the umpteenth time. I'm feeling cautiously optimistic, but every time it seems like the fix will work and then it doesn't. I think I have it, but I won't know until I write the thing.

I don't know if I'll come back to it or not - it'd be nice to complete it, but the pressure of trying to find a new fandom for everything, even though that's probably the most unnecessary limit for a fic writing exercise ever, is a lot. It might be easier to come up with fics for prompts after I've given myself some time to just watch stuff and read stuff and play stuff.

[discotreque]

Disco 4.04: All Is Possible

Y’all…

I like to sprinkle the occasional personal detail into these posts for, I don’t know, emotional context? When I’m recording my feelings about an episode, it makes sense to mention if I was distracted that morning, or in a rush, or cranky or whatever; it’s going to influence my reaction whether I want it to or not, so it feels relevant. But this is also my fun, chill Star Trek sideblog, and the emotional context for this one is… neither fun nor chill.

On the Ready Room aftershow this week, Wil Wheaton got really personal about how much he related to Tilly’s story, w/r/t his own abusive family. And let’s just say he wasn’t the only one. This episode dropped the same week I sent an email that I’ve been wanting to send since 2015. I am processing some shit right now.

But! Leaving aside the almost unbearably painful personal resonances, Disco continues its mission of otherwise giving me… kind of almost literally everything I want?

I knew this one was going to be special because it opened with a captain’s log—with a stardate, no less! (Stardate 865661.2, for the record—818 years after the final season of TNG.)

It’s sad but also relieving that Book’s grief wasn’t 100% resolved by the mind-meld. Wibbly-wobbly sci-fi solutions to psychological problems can be interesting in the abstract, I guess, but they’re not very satisfying on a narrative level or an emotional/relatable level.

Did anyone else think Admiral Vance’s oddly thoroughly-discussed absence was typical TV stuff at first, like Oded Fehr just wasn’t available? (And do we want to talk about how President Rillak needed a ruse to get him out of the way and her mind went straight to “fake mpreg”?)

The scientists have been up all night sweating over this massive Dark Matter Anomaly? I’ve been up all night sweating because of MDMA before too! *rimshot*

This episode went full Oprah with the “you get therapy, and you get therapy, and you get therapy, and later maybe even the therapist will get therapy!” and I’ll tap the sign if I have to: subtlety is as dead in December 2021 as irony was in December 2001. We are earnest and we are honest and we are vulnerable and we go! to! therapy!

Two things this show still refuses to give me: the name of Book’s ship, and what the hell Dr. Kovich’s actual job is. We’ve seen him explaining Georgiou’s weird space-time disorder, and now he’s… consulting on Starfleet Academy recruitment? I get that the real answer is “they like having David Cronenberg around,” and I do too—I just want to know who this guy is.

The second I saw Lieutenant Callum piloting the shuttle, I literally said “dead guy!” out loud. I hate being right all the time. [Narrator: “She wasn’t right all the time.”]

I noticed a spark between Saru and President T’Rina last season—not unlike Admiral Adama and President Roslin in Battlestar Galactica, except for all the war crimes—and I was thrilled to see them actually follow up on that this week!

Though not as thrilled as Michael, who clearly ships it:

All the conversations between Book and Culber were beautiful; the bit about the healing ritual particularly got to me. (As in, I was weeping.) This show keeps punching me in the feels, and I don’t know… I guess I don’t entirely mind, if it’s actually going to be well-written like this.

It was great when Adira tried to do the Dax thing—play the “I’m actually hundreds of years old, so listen to my wisdom” card—and even better when it didn’t work like, at all. Playing that card takes skill, kid! (Gorev’s “Thanks, Admiral 🙄” was especially great.) I sort of feel bad, because so many of my favourite Adira moments involve them getting yelled at, but they’re always so graceful about accepting criticism and I admire the hell out of them for it. (And tbh, I could use a little more of that grace myself.)

The bit where everyone needs to pull Adira out of the ice was literally every quicksand scene from every cartoon that ever featured quicksand. As a certified child of the 80’s, it cracked me up.

Discovery v1.0 would never have given poor Cmdr. Fickett a name, let alone a family, let alone a whole follow-up conversation in a later episode assuring the audience his family will get amends. What timeline are we in right now?

It’s sad in a sweet way that Tilly’s leaving Discovery (the ship), but becoming an instructor makes so much sense for her character, and I’m not sure how much less we’re going to end up seeing Mary Wiseman on Discovery (the show) compared to previous seasons, anyway. If the Academy is literally at Starfleet HQ, we could end up seeing her as often as we see Vance!

And then Michael and Tilly had a conversation, sitting on Tilly’s bed in what used to be their shared quarters, and it basically kicked my heart through a wall. I cried when I watched it, I cried when I rewatched it, I’m crying typing this right now. I don’t know what else to say.

What an excellent and classic Star Trek episode, though: in one plot, a shuttle full of characters with interpersonal friction crashes and they have to overcome their differences to survive; in the other, the political fate of billions is determined by a Starfleet captain giving a passionate speech at just the right (technically completely unprofessional) moment. If that’s not Star Trek, I literally don’t know what is.

So let’s try something different: I hope next week’s episode does emotionally destroy me! I hope it reflects my life with unflinching accuracy! I hope I relate to all the characters so much that it makes my heart ache!

…I don’t know, maybe reverse psychology works on TV shows? It’s all I got.

[cockbiteproductions]

Hi, this was the most amazing weekend of my life, so I’m gonna make a continuation of this post. Click on the photos for captions. 

Me screaming about everything is going to be under the cut. And it’s going to be VERY long. I have a lot of words and I’m going to say a fraction of them, but in case you don’t want to read all that (because this post is honestly 99% for me) here’s a TLDR:

I met Jess (@noneeyewithleftyork) for the second time and hung out with her and Kt (@seelieflies) in New York for the first time and saw The Prom, Be More Chill, and Hamilton and cried uncontrollably and went to NY pride and Felt the Gay energy in the air and walked around the city and rode the train and took a million pictures and got blisters on my feet and ate some amazing food and slept a ridiculously small amount and took everything in and did fun things with fun people and had the time of my life and it can literally only go downhill from here!

Had 3 WILDLY different experiences seeing these shows since my experience with these shows were all different. The common thread between all of them was that I had a FUCKING BLAST.

The Prom

Saw The Prom on the Saturday matinee of pride weekend and the audience was AMAZING. Everyone in the audience was here and queer and LOVING it.

It was cold as SHIT in the theater and I was freezing my ass off the entire time but it was still so fun. 

I have never seen or heard any music from The Prom and only knew a vague synopsis of it going in (girl wants to bring gf to prom with her, can’t), so my reactions to everything in the show was a lot of genuine first reactions to the material. The Prom was funny as FUCK and the audience was laughing and clapping and cheering along. 

The dance numbers were incredible and I loved the choreography a lot. Caitlin Kinnunen can SING, holy shit. Like absolutely WOW. Just WOW. She was amazing.

I cried at the end of act 1 from how fucking mean spirited those students were and how the meaning of “tonight belongs to us” changed and it was just so brilliant. And the staging of the two proms on the each half of the stage with the different lighting and the two girls back to back was fucking BEAUTIFUL and part of the reason I started crying too. 

I cried also at the end of the show when they kissed because it was so sweet. I cried when Alyssa’s mom told her she just didn’t want her life to be hard. The actress who played Alyssa’s mom did SO well that for a Brief Moment, I felt sympathy for her. It was very brief but it happened. 

Be More Chill

Saw Be More Chill on the Saturday night show and it was so fucking cool. I saw Will Roland with my own two eyes. Like wow. Wow!!! 

The seats in the Lyceum balcony were slanted as FUCK it was almost funny. And because we had been so cold during The Prom, between shows we went and all literally bought jackets/something to wear to keep us warm during BMC but BMC was not more chill. In fact, it was hot as Satan’s anus. We melted to death but we still had fun.

A lot of the time I laughed in BMC was because of how actors delivered certain lines different from how I had heard them in the soundtrack/off broadway boot I’ve seen. Being familiar with the show made this experience really different from The Prom, but also I’ve only know about BMC’s existence for a bit over a month and only really gotten into it in the past few weeks, so the show hasn’t really really sunk in with me yet, which is probably why I had such a muted emotional reaction to it. It was definitely amazing but I didn’t cry nearly as much as I thought I would. 

I also cried during Voices In My Head when they kissed and during the na nas when they do the wave over their head. I just love that one very specific bit of choreo. 

Though the night before I went up to LA, I was in call with @noneeyewithleftyork​ and @seelieflies​ and Jess was talking about places we could visit in NY, and she mentioned the M&M store. I said to myself under my breath “but Eminem is dead!” and laughed because of how dumb the joke was. She wanted to know what I was laughing at and I told her I’d tell her after we saw BMC and so then the entire day when we kept walking past the M&M store, I was hyping up the joke/talking about it. 

By the time the show came around, we had talked about the stupid fucking M&M/Eminem thing like maybe 10 times since I initially made the joke so it was really hyped up. And then the Squip goes “buy that shirt” and Jeremy hold up the shirt and I’m already looking at them for their reactions and they turn to me and I laughed to the point it hurt. It was a lot of “are you kidding me? Is this it??????” looks and it was just the funniest fucking thing to me. 

And then the second Eminem scene happened and I laughed EVEN HARDER than I did before. They were also losing it next to me and turned to look at me and I was nodding and laughing and had tears in my eyes from how hard I was laughing and it was just magical and so incredibly stupid. The “did you kill Eminem” line was particularly funny. 

@noneeyewithleftyork in the M&M store before we saw the show. 

Cried a little bit during Loser, Geek, Whatever. Because you know. It’s lgw. I’m going to NOT cry, watching wrol sing his heart out on stage. He held that last note for like 7.5 measures and it was impressive as SHIT especially considering he’s been on stage for like an hour and this is the end of a six minute solo number. Fucking incredible. 

Will Roland’s delivery in the first bit of the show is incredible. It’s so LOUD and shouty and awkward. His speech is very halting and rushed. It sounds like Jeremy is taking a leap every time he chooses to say something and he always says it at the very last moment as if he deliberates over it for a long time. And then the transition from his character pre-Squip is incredible. Also he sounds even more nasally in person if that’s possible. I’ll post more about the performance later on my sideblog.

Hamilton

And then I saw the Sunday matinee performance of Hamilton. Holy FUCK, I saw Hamilton. The bottom row of pictures is every time I started crying/felt a fresh wave of tears come. It was 66 times. I had to keep taking off/putting back on my glasses because of my tears. Highlights of times I cried/times I full on sobbed include:

Crying around ~4 times because the guy playing Hamilton was asian (and he was SO insanely good)

Crying at the line “everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree” just because I know how much @noneeyewithleftyork loves that line

Before the show started started, I was just staring at my playbill and I started crying very subtly because I didn’t want the people next to me to see that I was crying before it even began.

I cried so hard leading up to/during Wait For It that by the end my arms had gone numb and I was almost hyperventilating. 

Sobbing at the second time the first verse of Hurricane is repeated and the lights go blue/purple and the entire company FREEZES as if they were caught in the eye of a hurricane and it was fucking beautiful.

Full sobbing during best of wives and best of women the MOMENT the violin starts to play because again it was so fucking beautiful and I knew what was about to come.

Full on sobbing during intermission and after the show. 

As soon as lights went down at intermission I was bawling. I talked to the people beside me about how I became good friends with @noneeyewithleftyork and @seelieflies years ago because of Hamilton and now we’re all seeing it together. Then went to talk to Jess and Kt and cried at them for a bit. Pulled myself together for the beginning of act 2. 

Then as soon as the lights went down at the end of the show I started bawling AGAIN and the woman beside me pulled me into a hug as I sobbed.

And then I ran down to tell the conductor (still full on sobbing) and the pit that I love them. Here’s how it went: “hi pit I love you oh my god I love you so much you guys were so good I love you so much.” All while these words were barely comprehensible because I was still crying too hard. I think a pianist waved at me but there were too many tears in my eyes for me to be sure. 

Those were the crying highlights. Onto other stuff.

The seat I had was fucking INCREDIBLE. Jess and Kt sat together in the 2nd row because Jess won the lottery and I sat in the 9th row because we had to buy a third ticket but the view was still absolutely AMAZING.

Here’s the view from my seat. I could see the entire stage with minimal movement of my head and it was AMAZING. We had sat super far left in the balcony for The Prom and BMC so sitting in the orchestra was SUCH a cool experience because we could actually see the actors faces instead of just the top of their heads. Jess and Kt sat so close they could SEE the tears on the actors faces. 

Similar to BMC, a lot of the laughs I had in Hamilton were from how certain actors delivered the lines different from the soundtrack I was used to hearing. However, they were different people from the ones on the soundtrack unlike BMC, so it really felt like seeing different takes on a character I had already known. I’ve also been a Hamilton fan for over 3 years now. I was WAY more emotional during this show than the other two for that reason I guess. Hamilton’s been with me for a while. And also the subject matter is just sadder.

The guy playing Burr was so fucking GOOD. Like there were a few times I teared up just because of how fucking incredible his vocals were. The guy playing Hamilton was also so indescribably fantastic.  

We stagedoored after and I showed some of the actors my cry arm and their reactions to it were great. Got my playbill signed by them too!

Not Broadway Stuff

We didn’t JUST see Broadway shows this weekend, though we did see a show in every possible time slot lol. We did other stuff!

Friday afternoon we went and saw Jess’ cousin’s dance recital which was holy shit. Those kids can DANCE. Like I wasn’t expecting that level of performance from them for some reason and I was blown away. The people behind us were very very very angry that Jess was Loud and being Jess, but then they left so who cares.

Saturday morning we got up super early and took the train into the city. On the train ride there Jess got an email that said she WON THE FUCKING HAMILTON LOTTERY. And we all just sat there in shock. When we got to the city, we just walked around and I took pictures of a bunch of theaters. We passed by the M&M store many times. We basically walked down the same like 5 streets a bunch of times and then we ran around like idiots trying to get tickets to the matinee show of The Prom, which we eventually did. We paid an astronomical amount of money to buy a third ticket for Hamilton. We went to a melt shop and they spelled my name in an incredible way.

Look at that. “trese-”

Fucking amazing. I had no idea there was a dash in my name but I guess there is now. Or actually, according to a girl we met on the subway, my name is Katrina. We just randomly started talking to some people we met in the subway station and continued talking as we packed like gay sardines into the subway to go to the pride festival. It was an Experience. 

I also saw this fan at pride and had to take a picture. I don’t take normal tourist pictures according to Jess. Which is true. I just take pictures of dumb shit that makes me laugh. 

And on that lovely note, it’s time to wrap up this post. I’m not kidding when I say this has probably been the best weekend of my life. But also I have memory problems so who knows what other weekends I’ve forgotten. But hey! That’s what this post and photos are for! To remember all this shit. This has been something incredible and I hope I get to go back soon because NY is honestly an amazing city and I love the energy of it so much. 

To steal a line from BMC, everything about this weekend was so wonderful.

[incorrect-trolls]

the trolls as tumblr blogs

Poppy - the girl’s got no real “theme” going, but she’s definitely got a “craft” tag where she’s posted at least three hundred scrapbooking tutorials already, and probably reblogged a few do-it-yourself knitting, crocheting, or sewing videos. sometimes posts cute selfies in colorful dresses with her hair very elaborately styled, or low-quality recordings of her own original music. gets flooded with asks every day, mainly about “how do I do X with my scrapbook, please teach me” or just people telling her how pretty and nice and approachable she is. she answers every single message. no anon left behind. lots of positivity posts, too, mainly just short snippets like “you can do it!!” with smiley-face and thumbs-up emojis. reblogs every meme she sees and always remembers to tag her friends in them. sends Branch asks here and there to make sure he’s still alive. blog is astoundingly well-organized, considering how scattered it is. 

Branch - survivalist. everything. very long, detailed posts with lots of bullet points and big words and italics. the information is actually useful, if you can be bothered to sift through it. tips on how to survive everything from a house fire to the zombie apocalypse. lots of conspiracy posts, too, won’t shut up about Roswell or Illumanati. doesn’t get asks as often as Poppy does, and when he does, it’s usually some anon with some variation of “why are you like this”. responds to said asks with one-word answers. responds to Poppy’s asks with at least some measure of exasperation. reblogs her positivity posts just to counter the encouragement with something typically pessimistic, and tends to go off with her on never-ending threads back and forth where they just disagree on absolutely everything from cats vs. dogs to the infinite possibilities of multiple universes. tells anyone who will listen how much he can’t fucking stand her. would burn before he posted a selfie where “the establishment” could see. everything is meticulously tagged and scrupulously organized. probably runs a sideblog where he posts sappy romantic poetry every few days. no one on his main knows about it. they Must Never Know.

Bridget - kinda lowkey treats her blog like a diary, lots of personal posts, lots of random, unnecessary updates on her life, lots of venting. vague-blogging. all her drama out on main. reblogs recipes if she thinks they look good. doesn’t get memes, but reblogs every single one Poppy tags her in anyway. the rare selfie that does make it onto her blog quickly gets deleted when her insecurities act up. discovered the rainbow emoji a few years ago and never looked back.

Gristle - memes. just. memes. “change my mind”. “you guys are just mean”. gru meme. responds to every ask he gets with a meme. some people think he’s a bot. also lots of vine compilations. some selfies here and there, usually with a caption about how handsome he feels today. once left a comment on one of Bridget’s selfies before she deleted it and just said “hot lunch!” 

Smidge - wall-to-wall workout stuff. mainly two to three-minute videos of her doing power squats or one-handed push-ups or something of the like. has a “goals!!!” tag that’s just pictures and gifs of other bodybuilders. sometimes makes posts about the pros and cons of different sports drinks or protein shakes, and the majority of her selfies are mainly just her flexing proudly. reblogs her friends’ selfies with aggressive, kinda off-the-wall compliments - “LOVE YOURSELF AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU OR DIE” - but everyone appreciates the thought all the same. occasionally reblogs pics of pretty ladies when she’s tortured by thirst.

Guy Diamond - glitter aesthetics, mainly. gifsets and photos and stimboards of the stuff, but sometimes he’ll intersperse a pic of a big city all lit up at night or a Starbucks coffee cup or something similar.  usually posts at least one selfie per day, if not several, and captions them all w/ nothing but 3 sparkle emojis and a winky face. his text posts are typically something in the vein of “love yourself BITCH”. will talk on and on in the tags about how much he loves the post, but won’t actually tag the content of the post itself. calls every inconvenience he’s ever experienced in his life “homophobic”. if you get him in a sappy enough mood, he’ll wax poetic about the lovely life he’s going to lead with his future husband. 

Biggie - mostly just pictures of Mr. Dinkles, or text posts about him ((e.g. pic of Mr. Dinkles in sunglasses captioned “Mr. Dinkles is feeling chill!”)) or the odd photo of a meal he’s made, or a batch of cupcakes he’s really proud of. occasionally reblogs pictures of other animals as well, mainly cats and kittens. the fuzzier, the better. very sweet and welcoming to everyone, his followers just love sending him asks and hearing about his day, or getting to tell him about theirs. makes everyone feel right at home, and has upwards of ten thousand followers because of this.

Cooper - ??????????????? doesn’t really know what he’s doing at all. occasionally posts memes but none of them actually make any sense. reblogs all his friends’ posts but rarely makes any of his own. adds unnecessary comments to text posts whenever possible. doesnt tag anything.

DJ Suki - music!!!! lots of her own, of course, but reblogs plenty of her favorite bands and artists, too. takes a longggg time to respond to asks and her responses are usually v short, barely more than a few words at a time. aggressively reblogs Poppy’s music and Cooper’s meaningless memes. has sent Branch at least one (1) ask that just said, “chill”. 

Satin and Chenille - clothes tbh, esp fancy evening gowns with sparkles and ruffles and things like that, but the occasional cute blouse finds its way onto their blog, too. lots of pictures of the pieces they’re currently working on and plenty of progress updates. sometimes hold random giveaways for the outfits their followers express the most interest in. occasional step-by-step tutorials on sewing, hairstyles, makeup, or something of the sort. at least one text post a week venting nonstop about each other.

Creek - yoga and meditation techniques at least once a week, and a few tips here and there on practicing mindfulness as well. uses the words “inner peace” and “complete tranquility” several times in one post. almost never reblogs any of his friends’ posts, and ignores Poppy’s attempts to tag him in memes because it “doesn’t fit his theme”. will send Poppy lots of encouraging asks, though, especially after she’s just had a thread with Branch. follows Branch specifically to comment things like “thanks for sharing your unique perspective on things..........again” on his posts.

Cloud Guy - doesn’t tag. default theme. answers asks with the peace-sign emoji, when he gets asks at all. most people are too afraid to initiate contact. got a blog just to send Branch terrifyingly vague or profoundly irritating asks, and comments on Branch and Poppy’s threads with “she’s got a point, rotary joint” whenever he can. Branch has blocked him upwards of five times. he just keeps making blogs. 

[princeofdoomrps-archive]

About the Mun

My name is Teagan. I also have a nsfw sideblog on here, as well as a blog on dreamwidth and waterfall

I’m 32 years old. I like to rp, and will give almost anyone a chance. Aside from roleplaying pansexual gray aliens, I like writing in general, science, most kinds of animals, walking, traveling, enjoying new kinds of food and watching anime (though it’s hard to enjoy most of it nowadays). I also have a lot of D&D characters, and fandomless OCs!

I am (pretty openly) a trans demi-guy, asexual and panromantic, though I tend to be more romantically inclined towards guys and some masculine leaning nb folks. I’m also American and white.

I do not rp smut or sexual themes on this blog, and only mild or implied violence. This blog is open to anyone based on age, as long as you’re comfortable interacting with me in return. I tend to only follow people who follow me first, but I’m open to rping with non-mutuals.

Please reblog memes from me! It makes me feel like you want to interact but maybe the meme doesn’t work from one of your characters to one of mine. I can’t promise to send one every time but I will make an effort. I only really get annoyed if someone tags them “send before reblogging” but don’t send any in.

If I do something that bothers you, it’s likely I have no idea. (Like if I’m too clingy or too familiar with you too early, or if I post/reblog something you disagree with.) Please tell me the truth. I’m honestly the biggest weenie here and while I have boundaries I won’t cross for my own mental health, most things I’m pretty chill about. As long as you’re honest and respectful, we’ll be cool, cuz I’ll give you the same courtesy. I do ask that if you’re going to make accusations about someone, come off anon so we can talk privately and honestly. I will not answer anons accusations, and may anon block you if you don’t respect this, as it’s one of the major boundaries I enforce due to past harassment.

I do not want transphobes, aphobes, racists, other bigots, pedophiles, or pedophile apologists following me or trying to interact.

[jangyeevns]

plot with me pt. 2

ok so listen up ! i’m being bombarded with inspo from my favourite songs at 3am — well, now 4am on the dot as of posting this — and. for the love of god, i need some chill people to cry over these four or five songs with before doing some cracked or angsty shit, sO ! ( again, sideblogs are over at @dimclos, @perihelicns and reintroducing @froshics for your own discretion and the first part — bc apparently these are gonna be a series now so be prepared to Block at any given moment if, or When, i start spamming y’all gjlsdf — is here )

i’m gonna say it again before diving in, miss hyunmi is itching to be used ! as is dayeong ! give me chaos for one and angst for the other, please and thanks

“ like slow disappearing ” — turnover: aka a fucking Beautiful track that chokes me up for whatever reason if i’m focusing on the lyrics too much, dk why. so it’s assumed that the song is about an acid trip, which. fucking makes sense, honestly. and i thought it’d be cool to do a lifelong best friends checking off their college to-do lists type of thing, where they’re just chilling at either a small gathering at someone’s house or by themselves and both take a hit; one hasn’t done it before and wants to Rebel by giving it a try with their best bud, but gets a little apprehensive before being coaxed into it. i’m more interested in what happens after, mostly bc a bitch wouldn’t know the exact ramifications of its effects and i’d rather not butcher it fgsdlkgfj but the (pre-)chorus always struck me as a realization of sorts, so maybe some romantic thoughts bloom from it for one or both of them, and we get underlying awkwardness, further attachment, messy antics bc they rarely — if ever — saw each other That way and they’re at a loss for how to go about it...... idfk sdfljdfl but i always get some kind of 90s vision in my head with that song for whatever reason, so think of it like some teen drama/movie from back then in how lax it’d develop and all that

“ 7 ” — catfish and the bottlemen: honestly, any catfish song deserves a plot to be based upon it, probably gonna add another later dsgfklgfdj but this would be good for my idol/actor muses or even some of my kids on dimclos. song’s about a long-distance, and at-present on the rocks, relationship involving a travelling rockstar, someone who’s overwhelmed by the occurrences in their life and kind of wants the world to stop so they can have some time to themselves. the love is there, but it’s just not working like they’d hoped and it’s a back and forth of ignoring the other’s calls to sever the tie just a little quicker, to wanting to hear their voice and hold onto the relationship for dear life. and connecting it to another song of theirs...

“ homesick ” — catfish and the bottlemen: the balcony is such a good album guys, goD. anyways, it serves as more clarification behind the strain; glimpses of jealousy and arguments because they don’t communicate and their professional lives push these things further — one works day to night by practicing and performing in front of a crowd and being almost too drained to meet or talk, the other likely has a 9-5 or a more friendly schedule and takes out their frustrations and own feelings of neglect by flirting with coworkers, customers, whoever. though it never goes beyond that. but they never divulge their hurt, so the other can’t begin to understand. at the end of the day, it was all initially thought to be smooth sailing and if anything, beneficial for both, because being on tour or overwhelmed by promotions means building the musician up to do better by their s/o on all fronts. but it ends up with them making one another feel unwanted and upset more than loved

“ patience ” — river tiber: basically a slow burn plot lfgdksjgfsd classic muse meets muse a party or a club, or somewhere supplying alcohol, and both take an interest — but one’s pretty much enamoured already. problem is, one that persists as time goes on, they don’t know how to act, thus they don’t breach the line of subtle interest just to save face for a Good while. it’s not in their usually confident character, it puts them off and it surely makes them look cowardly — meanwhile the other muse is thiS close to just acting on impulse to get the point across that they’re into Them, but they’re also confused as all hell by the mixed signals being sent their way. basically give me a disaster pairing that’s a lot cuter and aggravating in action than it sounds in the song ( bc he has a penchant for making everything minimalist and moody.. bless him but Please sgjlg )

“ ruthless ” — the marías: rich best pals separated by circumstance leads to years of not seeing each other and soon not speaking either. so come some gala where all their pompous mutuals friends have come together, they bump into each other as mid-twenties versions of themselves and catch up. maybe one had a crush on the other for some time before they lost touch, maybe they had a brief fling and buried its existence mentally for the sake of their friendship long ago, but Something resurfaces and. it just goes from there slgkdjgfd. if we’re being true to some aspects of the song, then one or both could’ve been arrogant and spoiled when they were younger, only for one to remain as such as time went on — only more independent. the other likely blossomed to be more charismatic and polite in comparison, though they still understand each other fairly well, almost as if they’ve hardly changed since time has passed them by. idk if this makes sense anymore gdsflgjdf but clueless seemed too much like the framework for 7 + homesick, and i Love the marias so

“ pressure ” — the 1975: having quietly dated since before one muse pursued a career in the entertainment industry, the two are slowly adjusting to the performer’s steady rise in popularity and what it means for them if — or rather when — their relationship goes public. the pressure mounts on both of them as they come to terms with these unspoken, impending expectations; the non-celebrity especially fears a shake in their humility alongside their awareness of the gaze of the public bound to be upon them, their privacy — and what remains of the performer’s — soon to be impeded upon. however, they can bask in the comfort of each other as they navigate the trials of being in a professionally mismatched relationship, and one for millions to observe as they please. so.. basically just a basic non-celeb/celeb relationship, but really showcasing the insecurities that can come with it, the overwhelming nature of being a nobody to one of the top searched names of the day, etc

[nighttimeskels-blog]

(woops, i totally missed this in my notifications! making a new post for it to minimize post length. sorry about the delay, and thanks so much for thinking of me ^^ <3 )

Tagged by @patchedways​

Rules: Answer the questions and tag blogs you want to get to know better - and why not add a question?

Nicknames: online? Night or Skels, mostly!

Star sign: taurus

Height: 5′8″. tall of short, and short of tall, i’m afraid;;

Time right now: just after 10pm!

Last thing you googled: ... ahhh geez, i think lyrics to the song On the Rocks by Ken Ashcorp...?

Fave music artist: i cycle through music so much and listen to a lot of mixed playlists so... this one isn’t exactly easy to answer. genre-wise i really enjoy bluesy-jazz and swing, electroswing, pop/alt rock, a whole host of electronic genres including what is apparently called ‘chillstep’ and ‘chillhop’ (basically very atmospheric & often beat-driven ‘chill’ music), and to list some artists i always return to - Panic! at the Disco, Halsey, Fallout Boy (there i go dating myself, apparently), Oh Wonder, Ken Ashcorp, Karen Souza, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy (...hush), Caro Emerald, The Raconteurs, The White Stripes, Arctic Monkeys, Woodkid, The xx, alt-J, The Glitch Mob...

... i’ll stop there, heh.

Song stuck in my head: actually, it’s instrumental - Marble Machine by Wintergatan - they literally made that machine. also, the song in the second trailer for Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, because of course.

Last movie I watched: The Protector, actually. Essentially, a movie with a terrible/almost nonexistent plot with bad transitions and acting, but the selling point is extreme martial artist Tony Jaa - because wow he is terrifyingly good. the movie is probably best known for this incredible uncut continuous-shot fight scene, and this ‘bone-breaking’ final fight scene.

Last tv show I watched: as a full episode? ahhh, that would probably be Last Week Tonight with John Oliver - though I may have watched an episode of that new dragon maid anime that is surprisingly and completely delightful and full of great humor.

What I’m wearing right now: a tanktop, leggings, and knee-high socks. pretty usual home-clothes for me, actually, though often plus a hoodie.

When I created this blog: this blog? .... hmm. about 10 months ago now, i believe! i realized around then that i wanted a sideblog for the ever-increasing amount of reblogs and the like i had for undertale alone. you can also find my art (largely undertale too) over at @nighttimepixels (though starting from just about 3 and a half months ago, it’s a new one).

The kind of stuff I post: here, it’s all undertale! and almost entirely sfw undertale, i should specify, though the occasional suggestive thing works it’s way in. honestly i’m full of sin, but i wanted this blog to be safe for anyone.

Do I get asks very often?: i could probably count on one hand for this blog, and not much more outside of that;;

Why did I choose my url: “nighttime” has been a consistent handle for me for a while now (it’s my favorite time period of any day, i’m effectively nocturnal on top of that thanks to insomnia, i love stars and space and the general peace and mystery and intrigue that may be interpreted... the list goes on), and i love skeletons - especially the skelebros. so... without too much fuss, i settled on “nighttimeskels.”

Gender: i’m a woman! she/her pronouns and all that jazz.

Hogwarts House: hufflepuff, probably fairly unsurprisingly.

Pokémon team: ... as in bad guys? then Team Skull, 100%.

Favorite colour?: ... another hard one. basically i love deep forest palettes and spacey/cosmic/nebula palettes the most.

Average hours of sleep: hahaha. over a day? maybe 5? i have insomnia so it’s not very... consecutive. i wake up a considerable amount and just lay in bed, attempting to rest and/or unable to really function well enough to get up. but there are occasional days where the exhaustion catches up to me and i’m able to get 8 or so.

Lucky number: i wouldn’t say i have one? though i tend to like the number 4 a lot. 

Favorite characters: surprising precisely no one, Sans and Papyrus, as well as Undyne, Mettaton, Gaster (though in honesty it’s mostly fan interpretations of him, but i adore even the mysterious ‘potential’ of canon Gaster), Toriel, Napstablook, Frisk, Chara, Muffet... basically any Undertale character, really; but outside of Undertale, i love the entire cast of Firefly, Ganondorf (especially later and/or sassy ones) from the Zelda games, the cast of Gravity Falls, the cast of Steven Universe (especially Garnet, Amethyst, Steven, Lapis, and Bismuth), damn near any character from the Discworld series by Terry Pratchett, Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens, Guzma from Pokemon Sun/Moon, Bucky and Steve from the MCU/Captain America movies, Moana and Maui (and Tamatoa) from Moana, Nathan Drake from the Uncharted games, and my stars the list goes on. generally i have particular soft spots for characters with a tendency for wordplay & banter, sass, probably dark or troubled backgrounds, and redemption arcs. also characters who are kind and bright and warm by choice, even though they know the world well enough or have been through terrible things.

Drink of choice? non-alcoholic? then coffee, hands-down, particularly with almond milk and perhaps a hint of dark chocolate. alcoholic? depends on the day, but i do love: -Kentucky Sweet Teas (sweet tea with whiskey - and i add a splash of lemon) -a drink called a Vegan Yeti - essentially, almond or coconut milk, Kahlua, and a splash of vodka. (... i may have a high tolerance for alcohol, though i mostly just drink socially if/when i do.) -hard ciders -and really most mixed drinks that are sweet with a hint of a sour kick.

Dream job: truly? if i could make a living through storytelling, that would be my dream. i’m not looking to be rich, not by any means, i just would like to make enough to live probably with a dear friend or two as roommates, to pay off my debts, and to be able to regularly support other creators in their work. i just am passionate about storytelling in all its forms, in writing and art and games and the physical forms as well... all of it.

I tag: @joliemariella​, @edissero​, @its-captain-senpai​ (if you’re up to it), @darkcrystaldemon​, @charmingcreep​, @carmelwolf​, @lavender-sans​, ah.... honestly? anyone who’d like to do this! i’ve got a number of lovely followers here that i’d love to know better, though i always feel terribly awkward tagging people. no need to do it by any means, of course! and if you’d like to do it upon seeing this, feel free to tag me as having tagged you ^^

[solangelo-stuffs]

YO so @blitzstoneiscanonok tagged me to do the “Get to know me tag,” and both @ravenclawpanda and @thesongofafeelies tagged me in “tag meme” (on my main blog but I thought I’d do it here), so I’m just gonna do them both in one post so you guys can get to know random stuff about me. Yay! (also because I haven’t posted in a long time sorryyyyy i just got done with finals so hopefully I’ll have more time now???)

Get to know me tag Name: Libby Nicknames: if it starts with “L” I’ll probs respond to it Gender: Female Star sign: Aquarius Height: almost 5′4″ Sexual orientation: probably straight but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hogwarts house: Slytherin, but sometimes I have an existential crisis and wonder if I’m really a Ravenclaw Favourite color: Burgundy Favourite animal: giant squids are pretty neato Average hours of sleep: around eight Cat or dog person: whichever will cuddle with me Favourite fictional characters: I have problems picking favorites, but Ron Weasley is cool Number of blankets I sleep with: I start with two, but if I get too hot I get rid of one Favourite band/singer: Keane Dream trip: back to Iceland Dream job: something in research related to psychology, genetics, and/or evolution When was this blog created: spring of 2016 Current number of followers: 924 (!?!?!?!?!?!?) When did my blog reach it’s peak: once I started writing my own stuff What made me decided to make a Tumblr: guys this is actually a hilarious story. So basically, I’m Catholic, and during Lent in the Catholic church we usually give up something, so last year I gave up reading fanfiction (which was actually super hard), and I made a sideblog so I could reblog all of the solangelo fics that I saw and wanted to read but couldn’t, therefore allowing me to read them all after Lent was over. But then people started following this blog? even though it was only for me? and I wasn’t even trying? it was pretty funny (but also kinda frustrating that the sideblog I put the least effort into had the most followers lol)

Tag Meme Relationship status: Single  Favorite color: Burgundy Pets: Two cats, a puppy, a parrot, and a rabbit Last song I listened to: Boy With a Coin by Iron and Wine Favorite TV shows: The Office is pretty funny First fandom: Harry Potter Hobbies: Reading, writing, watching Netflix, just generally chilling Books I’m currently reading: Skeleton Crew by Stephen King and The Prince of Mist by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

[dominatoroftheworld]

The Execution - A Family Guy Fanfic - ONESHOT

Summary:  Per month, a specific event occurs. An unstoppable one.

Rating: T (PG-13)

Pairings: None

A/N: I don't own Family Guy. This is more based on an earlier seasons Stewie. Also, this is based on the Stewie I mostly commonly write, a fifteen year old version.  (Reposted from ArchiveOfOurOwn, didn’t realize I never posted it on here, or on my sideblogged archived Stewie blog from years ago, so here it is NOW, under ‘read more’ is the fanfic)

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was an average afternoon.

Seeming like an average city at the very least, one would have to take a closer look nevertheless to see a horrifying event occurring.

All kinds of people were gathering—muttering amongst themselves, never one typical chuckle of a crowd. Looks of horror were instead of the rage, as their eyes flew up and over to the stage before them. The sun was casting some shadows beyond people--- almost if ironically making it a little more sinister that day.

Sinister---

Cameras were focused on the stage that would set a further example.

It was empty for right now, but soon enough some sharply dressed men and women came upon it, keeping a neat line. The crowd died down quite a bit—awe-struck.

They stopped, much to the intrigue of the audience.

A small portion of them disappeared off to the side, where---

Where…

Well, people preferred not to think about it.

A podium stood—Stood right on the right side of the stage. Poles around the area had flat-screen TVs where it would be broadcasting as well for people in the back of the crowd. Not to mention, the cameras were also linked up to the TV broadcasting system.

Broadcasting where?

To the entire world.

The person of interest who was leading this event wasn’t out just yet---

Their presence would be soon noticed, when the time was right. A few minutes by, and a black limo pulled up off on the corner of the street, a block away.

“Goddamn it!” A curse was heard within, by a somewhat young voice.

The door swung open, allowing them to step out—and what one could see was a crisp dark blue suit, a hand of the owner hurriedly wiped at one of his cuffs.

It was a boy—no older than the age of fifteen.

A huff exited his mouth, as he sighed with relief. Now adjusting his sleeve, he took a slow gaze over to the stage and withheld back a smirk. Today’s list of traitors and rebels would pay, no doubt. It was all part of his system—

His system to keep the world under his very control.

Fear.

It was most definitely a powerful motivator, and no doubt it would be used.

His shoes crunched the gravel underneath his feet, as he finally shut the door, his bodyguard closely following behind him.

A phone was dug out his blazer’s side pocket, and he held it up to his ear after dialing. “I’m here. Get them up onto the stage.” One would hardly believe it, but the British voice was cold as ice, showing no room for argument.

“Of course, Mr. Griffin, sir.” One of the men said from the stage.

Some struggling people were suddenly led onto the area, fear clear within their eyes. As soon as they were, the crowd fell utterly silent.

A pin could drop, and everyone would hear it.

A little blip came from the dictator’s phone, as he ended the call, looking on in satisfaction as his employee did what he was told.

His chilling, chocolate eyes swept over the crowd, daring them to protest, to speak up.

“Y-You can’t do this… M-My—“

The boy’s eyes turned sharply to the protesting man, and he simply scoffed, pausing his walk to the podium. He narrowed his eyes--

“You cannot stop this.”

It was a simple statement, but it was a good way to see what people would do if trapped. It was the perfect to weed out future rebels, and bring them to justice.

“W-W—“

“Shut up.”

The torn up man immediately did so, now clinging to a woman beside him, letting his view to tract away from the sight before him. He wouldn’t watch. He couldn’t.

The leader made note of the guy’s appearance, before continuing on. Before everyone knew, Stewie was right up on stage in his place. Lifting his arms and hands, he adjusted the microphone in front of him.

“Yes, hello. As usual, Stewart Griffin, dictator of this fine world, to bring you people yet another Public Execution. Of course, this is a bit odd having two ones in a month, but it is entirely necessary. There had been a slight increase of individuals harmful to the world in which I’ve built for all of you—“

He motioned behind himself, diagonally to the right.

“But they are to be taken care of today, nevertheless. A number of traitors had been observed—and finally caught. To be done with.”

He sent a slight look, particularly at one of them, and they seemed to look right back at the still child.

The eye contact broke, instantly as the boy looked back upon the crowd.

“….Such as this—“ The teen refrained from using cusswords in place of others. Not in public, not on camera. “—Person right over there.”

He pointed directly at the man who he had been glaring at.

“He is part of the major ‘Dictator Down’ group from Great Britain, itself. He is one of the highest ranks within the organization, and another thing—“ He looked directly a camera a few feet away.

“The leader will no doubt be brought down as well, hopefully in the next couple of months.”

Those words seemed to echo—All over.

It would be one of the greater accomplishments Stewie would have accomplished these last two and half years. The group had been a major thorn in his side for a better part of a whole year. They were usually people who lay low, only struck when necessary. Definitely intelligent, or the teenager would have caught all of them a long time ago.

Stewie had to repress a full-out grin—lest he’d look like a lunatic.

So, so close.

A sigh of relief and of victory passed through his nose, as he continued to speak---

“The others are not of any significant role—merely random people.” He waved his hand a bit in the air, before lowering it. Suddenly, he cleared his throat. Getting out some notecards, he placed them upon the podium—and if one could observe, they had names and descriptions on them.

“Now—“ He motioned briefly with his hand towards some of the security—“..Bring up Alexander Jones.”

Two of Stewie’s men brought up the sandy haired, medium build man up to a spot where below was a giant black x. “N-No, please…”

“Begging doesn’t do anything.” The one on the right.

”They’re right.” Stewie said in a quiet voice, before picking it up, facing the audience, who looked nervous.

“NOW—The method of execution is—“ He always did a dramatic pause. “--- A gunshot to the head.”

Alexander immediately shut his eyes, not wanting to look.

“3, 2, 1—“

All it took was a simple signal, and the deed was done, letting the ringing of the gunshot linger within the atmosphere for a few tense moments.

Blood.

It leaked down the stage’s sides—with each person that had been violently murdered.

Until—

“Johnson. We finally meet. Face to face.”

Johnson looked up slowly towards Stewie, hatred within his eyes. “….Griffin.”

Both voice kept low. It was a slightly private conversation. “You knew this bloody day would come.” Woops. Stewie had cursed.

“Wrong… the important day—it’s still yet to come.”

“Pray tell, what’s that?”

“…Your death.”

Stewie’s face nearly twitched into a sneer. “…I highly doubt it, my good man.”

“The leader….” Johnson was breathing a little heavily. “He’ll get you. I-I… have faith.”

“Oh, a male, hnnnn?”

“That’s public knowledge.”

Stewie tch’ed, almost wanting to slam his foot right into the guy’s face right then and there. “…I’ll tear him down. When I’m done with him, he’ll wish death.”

Confusion spread across his face. “So… the rumors are true…”

“Yes, my basement is essentially a torture dungeons sort of arrangement.”

Johnson slightly paled, then barked out a low laugh. “Right… and you wonder why 3/4s of the world wants to tear you down?”

“Lies.. It’s not that bloody much.”

Johnson cracked a slight smile. “You wanna bet?”

“Yeah, I do.” Just then, he signaled for his men to do the execution. A nice brutal attack—some of the audience had to turn away.

After the next person, the boy could had sworn he heard hateful murmurs within the crowd.

Interesting.

He turned—

That night he slept quite peacefully despite the horrors that had occurred.

~*~*~*~*~*~

[omnigon]

TFW one of your mutuals has your politics sideblog blocked so you can’t even reblog a post you agreed with

Maybe we shouldn’t be mutuals if you’re gonna be like that

.................though I do have it linked on my blogs page now so hopefully more people will unfollow me and/or block me after realising that I’m not tumblr friendly in the least bit. Maybe it doesn’t matter but I LIKE pushing people away, especially on this site where you can’t be friends with anyone who disagrees with you. Not me, I don’t care. But a lot of the more sensitive/edgy types who engage in incessant collectivist black-and-white thought are going to be hard to be friends with if the fact that I’m not a feminist/commie makes me the outgroup and possibly the enemy.

I don’t think about it like that, but the Host used to. And I used to be an SJW/feminist type myself before I outgrew the need for identity politics and tumblr labels so I KNOW how on-edge these people are. They take tumblr discourse way too seriously. And the problem is, I can’t tell who’s the ubersensitive type and who’s the chill type that I can be friends with who won’t block me and write a callout post on me after realising I’m an anti-SJW. It’s really hard to tell.

Because I really don’t care about tumblr queer discourse and identity politics, and I really hate the staunch collectivism this site promotes in perpetuity. But I want to make friends/ have mutuals. But it’s hard if they disagree with the mere idea of your political leanings and you KNOW that but you DON’T know if they hate you for it, or just think you’re an idiot. I can handle the latter, but the thought that people I interact with or who interact with ME would hate me if I said literally any of my non-approved political views in front of them makes me never, ever want to reach out, and makes me ignore the attention I DO get from mutuals. But I can’t say anything because it’s Forbidden to go against the grain on this site. Like I want to make friends, but I know the feminists here hate me for disagreeing with them. Because on this site, your political leanings and what movements you’re for/against actually override your personality. You just become a stereotype. Feminist, anti-SJW, non binary, mentally ill, queer, etc, are considered by most here to be more critical than the things a person blogs about in terms of interaction compatibility. It’s really annoying because they almost all do this to a degree, but to WHAT degree is important. If they’re going to be mad at me for saying “Hey, maybe it shouldn’t be okay to hate men just for being men.” I can’t trust that person or be friends with them. I can’t trust that they won’t get fed up and stop talking to me because of something I believe in.

It’s just that on this site, all those labels become a part of you, your personality, so everyone lists them like stats on their userpages. Because at the end of the day, that’s all anyone’s paying attention to, not the human behind the other screen. Just whether you’re an “oppressor” or one of the most coveted “oppressed” classes. Even though none of that stuff should matter on a blogging website, where you can’t see anyone’s face anyway. But not everyone does that absolutely, so it’s hard to pick the good ones from the rotten, brainwashed ones. And if someone is willing to cut ties with you when faced only with your political views and nothing else, it’s really telling, and makes me think, okay, if I had my politics stuff out in the open, you wouldn’t even be FOLLOWING my main. Definitely don’t want to be friends with people like that, but its hard not to want to TRY since we’ve been mutuals so long.

I just need to remember that no matter how hard I try, I cannot escape identity politics, and on this website, I am everyone’s enemy by default, because who I am as an individual is less important than the fact that I’m an egalitarian centrist who opposes postmodernism and collectivism (and communism). The struggles I face as a human living on planet Earth are less important to these people than whether or not I might say something that offends them. So, when trying to make friends, I have to pick them VERY carefully, unless they come to me personally like one guy did, but most won’t. TBH I have to be hypersensitive in my own ways; I have to extrapolate a lot about a person based on very limited information, but it is the Internet, and they’re doing the same to me. 

I just hate that offline AND online I’m an unlikable fucking loser. On most sites, my queerness makes me nervous about interacting in many ways, but on this site, it’s the places in which I’m most ordinary that are contentious. Maleness, whiteness, and an opposition of the website’s dominiant school of thought means that, stupidly, I can’t fit in well here either. I’m just going to relegate myself to utter friendlessness and unlikability until I can make friends IRL (God forbid), but this website will never let me back in again.