#i have MANY thoughts abuot this

[takkamek]

thinking about how alonso said that past drivers were more genuine than drivers nowadays. how "off-track or with the helmet off, maybe they are a bit the same and more shy in the way they approach things", and how "they have people who talk for them, for management, for media, for fitness. They’re well prepared, but maybe they lost a little bit their own character".

[minijenn]

Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: Monsters Vs. Aliens

So you might be surprised to learn I never really watched this movie before now. And yeah... I don't think this movie was really a major part of too many other peoples' childhoods either. Because uhhh we got a mid in an otherwise banger era for Dreamworks.

We focus on Susan, who is struck by a meteorite at her wedding and mutates into a 50 foot tall woman, now dubbed Ginormica. She's imprisoned alongside a group of other monsters, including Dr. Cockroach, the Missing Link, B.O.B, and Insectasorus, who are all recruited into fighting an encroaching alien menace in exchange for their freedom. It's a simple story, one that's clearly harkening back to classic monster and alien movies alike, sort of as a blending of the genres of sorts. It presents moments of strong emotion, but idk, they just didn't really land for me? This whole movie as a whole really didn't, tbh.

Our characters are fine enough. Susan is an ok protagonist, initially a very normal woman who comes into her own and grows strong both physically and emotionally as the plot goes along. The other monsters are ok, not as annoying as I thought they'd be, but not the best either. I did enjoy the friendship they had with each other, and with Susan though, you really do get the sense that all these weirdos genuinely care about each other. Our villian is Gallaxhar, a power-hungry alien, and he's your usually silly antagonist who is just... ok. Like everything else abuot this movie.

The animation is... again, ok. I believe this movie was initially made to be shown in 3D, so there's a lot of weird stuff going on on that front. The character designs are also kind of ugly, especially some of the humans, though I think that might have been intentional given that How to Train Your Dragon only came out a few months after this and the humans all look fine in that. There's a good mix of action and comedy here and both are again, say it with me now, just ok. Nothing laugh out loud hilarious here, I kind of didn't react to much of anything at all while watching this.

So yeah, Monsters Vs Aliens isn't really a bad movie, but I can't call it anything other then just ok. It's not very memorable, not when matched up against its contemporaries, and I can see why it never really garnished any sequels (I know it does have TV show though, I have fever dreams of seeing it on Nickelodeon while home sick from middle school). It just... doesn't leave much of an impact on you (ironic, given the film starts with a literal meteorite impacting a woman).

The timing for this movie is so weird because it really is just a very meh movie sandwiched in between some of Dreamworks' absolute best. Personally, it didn't do much for me, but I'm not much of a sci-fi buff in general so maybe I'm just not the right audience for it. Idk ya'll, at the end of the day, all I can say about Monsters Vs. Aliens is that... well, it certainly exists. And that's about it.

Overall Rating: 5/10

Verdict: Get wrecked by a radioactive meteorite

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xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: yeah the original translation sucked. so much was lost in his boss monologue especially so glad they fixed it in the hd remaster

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semiseraph: I feel bad for him. Sometimes. xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: wait who semiseraph: He wanted someone to understand. xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: …are we still talking about the lich? semiseraph is typing…

xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: dude semiseraph is typing…

xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: he manipulated the MC's sister then betrayed her and cursed her with the rot like he's an interesting villain but not exactly sympathetic the new translation didnt change that. semiseraph: Of course. I know that. Obviously it is wrong. The way he goes about it. xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: isnt he also an ancient old man. the sister is way younger than him semiseraph is typing…

xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: it's just messed up and creepy dude. 6BL00DY6STRINGS6: HEY NERDS!!!!!!! what r we talkin abuot semiseraph: Firstly. The "old man" assertion is fanon. Nothing in the text explicitly says that. They could have been peers. In many ways I find that potentiality more interesting. More subversive. Secondly. It is irrelevant to what I am saying. xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: oh boy. here we go semiseraph: He was desperate to have someone else who could Get It. What it was like to be cursed that way. He could not find anyone like him. So he thought he had to make one. 6BL00DY6STRINGS6 is typing…

semiseraph: I am not saying it is Good. Only that it is kind of tragic ? She did not have to be cursed. She already Saw him. But he did not recognize it. Hello Dess. :] 6BL00DY6STRINGS6: LOL omg. is wd talking about the freaky ship he likes again xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: howdy and yeah. unfortunately semiseraph: Wow. Okay. Again. I do not know anything about "relationshipping." I do not do That. 6BL00DY6STRINGS6: LOL xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: oh geez. dess don't encourage him. semiseraph: My only interest is in lore and meta analysis. And the relationship between the two characters happens to be interesting. Narratively. Perhaps thematically. That is all. 6BL00DY6STRINGS6: you ship it HARD dingywingy youere like the hardest lichster shipper in the game semiseraph is typing…

6BL00DY6STRINGS6: whisch isnt difficult because aslo ur the only one in the game xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: can we talk about something else. please semiseraph is typing…

6BL00DY6STRINGS6: ur sure typing a lot there bud about to drop some hot lichster fic on us????? semiseraph: Please do not call me that. xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx is typing…

6BL00DY6STRINGS6: "bud"?????????? semiseraph: The other thing. Um. 6BL00DY6STRINGS6: DINGYWINGY???????? :3c semiseraph: Yes. 6BL00DY6STRINGS6: but its cuuuuuute :3333c semiseraph: :[ xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx is typing…

6BL00DY6STRINGS6: dr. dingywingy pee aytch dee top researcher at the intsitute of dagon blazers brainrot head of the bad taste depratment *dragon semiseraph: Sigh. Am I at least tenured ? xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx is typing…

6BL00DY6STRINGS6: of course youre tenored u r like the leading authority on bad opinoins theyd be stupid to let u be head hunted by hte deep state cat petterz think tanks semiseraph: The Cat Petterz cabal has no need for me. Your sister has that market cornered. xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx is typing…

6BL00DY6STRINGS6: LOL u r so right dr. dingdong shes easily the formost expert on gay baby games xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: hey. gotta go. 6BL00DY6STRINGS6: & im so proud of her for it semiseraph: Oh. Okay. 6BL00DY6STRINGS6: AWWW what!!!!!! but i just got online xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: sorry. kris needs help with their project. 6BL00DY6STRINGS6: the website thing?????? but nolele said they finished all the leet ccodez & haxorz or whatevs at the librarby today xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx is typing…

6BL00DY6STRINGS6: azzy? xX_PrIsMaTiC_AnGlE_Xx: something came up. ok? see yall at school. semiseraph: Bye Asriel. See you tomorrow. 6BL00DY6STRINGS6: :( bye luv u…. txt me later?

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6BL00DY6STRINGS6: oh. hes fully like offline

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semiseraph: He said he is busy. 6BL00DY6STRINGS6: yeah i guess.

6BL00DY6STRINGS6 is typing…

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semiseraph: @6BL00DY6STRINGS6 Did you receive my DM ?

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petes_of_pants: Just finished my latest DB waifu tier list video! This one is for DB3 If anyone wanted to see

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[smileymoth]

tw suicide/self harm/disordered eating idk im having a moment

best part abuot being a fucking coward is that i dont think id ever kill myself. like i am too scared to just injure myself . i cant even cut myself too deep without freaking out like i see a drop of too much blood and i feel like im gona faint . but boy if i do not think abt just ending it every day. i sometimes start thinking about details and it freaks me out so i stop but its just like a passing thought of ohhh i cant fucking take this anymore i need to kill myself . it would be better if i just fucking died bc i dont bring any sort of value to society. im deathly afraid of not getting a job. i dont want to live with my mom for the rest of my life like my aunt. i dont think i could handle it. i need to be alone and i need to be indipendent. ive been hurting myself since i was like 10 by just scratching myself or whatever but like actually starting to cut myself at age 22 is kind of embarrassing like. im an adult. what am i doing. i cant fucking do this shit man. i cried today bc i was all nice n cozy in bed and i just cried bc i was like god i wish this could just be how it was every day. i dont want to do anything i dont want to go to work i dont want to do schoolwork i just want to draw and get paid for it. but i just suck at everything. i need help with everything. i need to kill myself. tbf i could probably do the museum job forever. but i am never getting hired bc they dont need me there. i do feel like a job would be better than school. school makes me want to kill myself. im so fucking stressed about everything right now its unreal. i need a scale so fucking bad too and i need to get back into the flow of restricting properly bc ive just been fucked in that department lately bc im so overwhelmed. its so impossible to keep ttrack of what you eat when youre busy. when you dont have a specific routine. im autistic arent i. whatever. i need to just make sure im always under [redacted} kilos so that if the surgeon finally fucking calls i would not have to be like oops sorry i cant im still an obese cunt who you cant operate on. idk. i need to kill myself as per usual. like i cant keep up with all of this shit. i just want to not be so fucking stresserd all the time but life is all jut about being stressed and doing shit and i dont know if i can handle it. i can barely handle school and now im flipflopping between volunteering at the museum and school and im dying im just straightup dying like im pretty surre why i got so sick now was bc i was stressed tf out bout everything and not resting. and yet i feel like i havent done enough. i have done fucking nothing to secure myself a job in the future. i have no plans for the future beside "ill figure it out as i go" but things really dont work like that. im fucking wasting my life away im useless like. i have nothing to offer anyone. who want me no one. shoot me in the headddd nowwwwwwwwww i need to kms and die forever

and like i dont even know why i am like this. like im just fucked in the head. i feel like im gona be like this forever. idk if i can live to 40 like that. i have no horrid trauma that would result in me being this much of a sad freak who keeps whining. like i feel like im just pretending or like playing the victim to get idk brownie points from god or something bc i dont tell shit to anyone beside like 3 of my friends and all of tumblr but i rly doubt anyone reads these anyway like this shit too logn. tl;dr whatever. whatever. it feels like its my fault that im like this. i feel like i fucked my life up on purpose somehow. that its my fault that i want to kill myself. idk if it works like that. but the thought of that only makes me want to get worse. like ive contemplated so many times of just making myself bleed so hard i pass out but i cant bc im a pussy but i feel like it would prove sth to someone. probably to myself. that im not just making it up for attention even though yeah sureeeee the attention you get from slicing your skin and then making sure to always cover that shit up to make sure nobody ever sees . whatever. i hate this shit if you ever think abt cutting just dont you wont get rid of it and if your mental health keeps getting gradually worse so will that bc hashtag coping mechanism. its like the only thing rn that even helps it like calms me down but then its like aw shucks theres new scarrsssss that take ages to heal. fuck my shit life idk. im stupid and stubborn and i dont think ever. i think too much actually. i hate that i dont feel sick enough i hate that i just feel lazy and ungrateful. i hate feeling like im being weak so that others would do sth about it while i push away any and all help i get offered . if i do accept it i feel like shit afterward bc im not enough to get it done myself. i hate feeling like im always behind. like im sdomehow behind all my friends . ill never be good enough. ill always be behind. i peaked in 9th grade and it was all downhill from there. i shouldve been someone else from the beginning. i hate that i exist i feel sorry for my mother for having to put up with me i feel sorry for my friends for having to put up with me . im just pathetic and sad and i do fuckin gnothing to help myself

[bi-demon-ium]

(via @mvshortcut) #please I'm going insane. snatching this up and chewing it rapidly#he just needs a dad okay#and also. books Benedict also has some issues with blaming himself (although obviously not as bad as show benedict holy fuck)#and I just think. Books Benedict starting to realize that perhaps he shouldn't be so hard on himself#as he's trying to convince show Benedict that it isn't his fault and he doesn't need to self-blame#also I'm going FERAL over the thought of Books Benedict meeting show Curtain. shaking this concept back and forth#esp post redemption#I just. Books Benedict wouldn't lie or underplay the bad stuff he's done. but having someone tell him it wasn't his fault he got left behin#or that he was good inside from the start and he didn't need to go to such lengths to prove it#I think Show Curtain would be guarded/angry/snippy at first and it would end with him sobbing in Book Benedict's arms#curtain needs a parent too. Books Benedict would make him tea and talk through how to make amends form what he's done#also if Books Curtain and Show benedict met I think Show Benedict would deck him. that is all#mr. benedict#nicholas benedict#the way I would go insane for this fic#ld curtain#ledroptha curtain#mr. curtain#why does this asshole have so many names#I refuse to use dr. curtain#apologies for the essay in the tags

dont apologize i am once again kissing you on the mouth. books mr benedict deserves love too. and once again. healing through the other

also please i want book curtain to meet the gang here because its just like

books benedict: used to his shit, trying to redeem him but also very aware this cackling grandpa supervillain is a horrible little man, and just. troublingly casual abuot it bc he is simply used to it

show benedict: extremely angry, when thinking about it in concept had mixed feelings because a version of his brother is still his brother, upon meeting him/personally seeing how he treats the kids and other people, instantly has the urge to deck him and is a little surprised at himself by how much he wants to simply tackle him

show curtain: also has mixed feelings at first, because that's Him, is that what he could have been like, is he really such a horrible person--but then books curtain does something either a) particularly horrible, or b) particularly cringe, and show curtains like hey nicky what if we kicked the shit out of alternate me (show!number two appearing behind him with a baton: are weapons allowed? show curtain: jesus CHRIST number. [pause] yes.)

god i'm also thinking. i am thinking about show curtain and book sq. show curtain and seeing his alternate self treat book sq Like That. bc show curtain--oh he is a shitty father. he is. but he does love sq. he does, and this isn't an excuse or a redemption, try. so finding out this guy not only didn't adopt sq but also regularly is So Much Worse than he ever was and like, regularly brainwashes and wipes his memory to the point it permanently fucked him up? show curtains like hey number? hand me that fucking baton. and of course this is all horribly ironic bc as much as he'd like to avoid it, he's hurt his own sq pretty fucking bad, too. jesus christ. what does book sq even think of all this. an alternate version of the world where mr curtain is his dad and loves him--but of course it can't be that simple because he still hurts him. ough.

every day i think about show!mr benedict meeting books!mr benedict.

like. okay show!mr benedict is having the most crisis of his life. like a) that's him?????? that man is him????? because books!mr benedict like. he Has It Together. he's intelligent, brilliant, kind, compassionate, he knows his limits, he knows who he is and he has confidence in himself. he knows what to say, he takes care of people around him but also is taken care of and has his own support network. he's definitely had his fair share of Horrific Shit happen in his childhood, but it's very different Horrific Shit and overall he's like. pretty much emotionally stable and in a good place. his relationship with his brother is--well. it's got its own problems, but it isn't eating him up inside because it's nowhere near as personal. he's pretty much like. fine? and he's like. he's a cool old grandpa. not only has he lived long enough to be like eighty something or whatever, but he's like, cool. he's brilliant and confident and kind and he knows what to say. he isn't just "good at pretending he has his shit together for the sake of children" he actually has his shit together. he can do mildly questionable things for the right reasons and not beat himself up about it, even if he genuinely hates it had to happen and is sad about it (see cave scene) and he can have compassion for his child self and the kinds of assumptions baby books!nicholas made about other people/adults/life. meanwhile show!mr benedict kind of barely has it together at all, because the man's been through like way too many traumas in a row, some of which were deeply deeply personal and left him with just. crippling guilt and low self esteem. he's just trying his best but sometimes he snaps at people then feels horrible about it, he blames himself directly for the emergency and everyone who got hurt because of it, his relationship with curtain is just an entire can of worms, etc., and he's much younger (still not exactly young young, but in comparison to calm old experienced grandpa benedict in the books, he's young) and less experienced and just. really, really trying his best. so he's kind of a disaster and a mess, emotionally speaking, and there's this kind old man who has it TOGETHER and it's ALTERNATE FUTURE HIM, I GUESS.

b) please show!mr benedict is like. the epitome of "gifted kid(TM) who grew up way too fast" and he pretty much tries to step into the role of The Dad / The Calm Leader and even when he's obviously a mess, falling short, like. he does let himself be supported--talking to them, that is--but ultimately, he tries to bottle it up (or rather, scream in the woods and then be like "okay! clearly i am fine now" ldigjfghH) and not burden them all too much with it, and even when he does, like. they're not perfect, either. looking at you, s2!number two. (not that it's her fault, but you know.) so like. anyway, what i'm saying, is like. show!mr benedict having someone else to be the competent adult. the only paternal figures this man has ever had are probably the glenns, and we all know how that went. so like. god. show!mr benedict needs a hug so fucking bad. and like. books!mr benedict could almost be like a dad, like. someone he can talk to and not worry about trying to seem strong, not trying to keep it together, someone it's okay to burden, someone who's experienced and knows what to say... like when your'e always the one people go to, when you always try to be the person who knows what to say.... here's someone doing that for him. and like, this is literally him, albeit a weird alternate future him, so like. what secrets could he even try to keep? want to keep?

although god also show!mr benedict desperately wanting to like. make books!mr benedict proud of him, wanting to seem like. worthy. like. telling him about his brother and expecting condemnation, because clearly this nicholas benedict--this. this superior nicholas benedict, who's actually kind and selfless, who's actually brilliant and competent and knows what he's doing--this nicholas benedict wouldn't have made that mistake. this nicholas benedict wouldnt have abandoned his brother. maybe he'd failed to save his brother, but only because they'd never met, not until it was too late. nicholas had been given that chance, and he'd wasted it, he'd squandered it, and how could mr benedict not resent him for that? perhaps kindly, sadly, but nonetheless, resent him. but like. books!mr benedict knows what to say. all those things i just so desperately want someone to tell show!nicholas--it wasn't your fault, you aren't crazy or paranoid or jealous--like. here's someone who can tell him that! someone who can give him a hug and say this wasn't your fault. and like. someone maybe nicholas will believe, eventually. someone who could help him heal the way he's helped the kids (just as books!mr b as helped the others all heal, too, so i guess he's adopted his past alternate self now lgkjfgh)

my point being show!nicholas desperately deserves to experience The Mr. Benedict Effect™

....anyway meanwhile books!mr benedict is looking at this really traumatized young version of himself and going "oh boy. this kid is fucked up"

[gourde]

I cannot WAIT to play Sonic Frontiers and climb on everything. Sonic is going to go cat mode. He is an animal, a little THING, a BEAST, and I am going to RUN AROUND and JUMP and CLIMB and he’s going to be enriched in his HABITAT

[stardustedknuckles]

Lol I just realized I’m the first one in the Laudna/Fearne tag and the b/y fic author I look up to was the first in the Laudna/Imogen tag, and that means the first two fics that exist in which there is sexuality and there is Laudna are ace lesbian Laudna fics.

What an excellent start.

[one-green-frog]

Ello! Im back, and if it’s not too much to ask for, could I request Mitsuya finding this kid(reader) on the streets, crying, so his brotherly instincts kick in and goes up to him, and find out that he was crying because his mother said he couldn’t become a fashion designer because he was a boy, than pulls out a sketch book with some cool designs and Mitsuya just sits their and cheers him up and supports him

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Fashionably, Fuck Your Parents

Mitsuya x child reader

this is soo cute, though i do not really know how to cheer someone up, i tried my best and i hope you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting. i really don’t know how to comfort somone

It was a pretty normal day for Mitsuya, he met up with friends, had a fun time and now was just minding his buisness, going around the streets of his neighborhood. It would have been a normal day for Mitsuya if not for the young boy on the side of the sidewalk with his head burried in his knees and his arms crossed around his feet. The boy was sniffling lightly, though he idd not seem to be hurt. Mitsuya knew this kind of sitiuatuin all too well, Mana and Luna were no different when they were upset. 

It was strange to see a littly boy crying alone on the sidewalk, no paretns or friends with him, it wasn’t the safest street either, so something must be wrong. He rushed over to the boy, his big-brother-alarms-bells ringing. What surprised him a little, was that the youngster didn’t look up at all, no reaction to anything happening around him. This meant that either he wanted to be left alone, which would be dangerous to simply ignore all kinds of sounds, or he really didn’t notice anything, he was too lost in his own mind.

Mitsuya crouched down, he gently layed his hand on the kid’s shoulder and shook him lightly. The boy hardly ahd any reaction, except for a quick glance directed at Mistuya, just curiouse as to who might be there. No reaction, no sound to make the other aware of what situation he was in, he just burried his head back in his knees going back to the harmful thoughts he had.

Mitsuya frowned a bit at the lack of respone from the youngster, but nevertheless he couldn’t leave the kid alone on the side of the sidewalk. 

“Hey buddy, mind telling me what got you so upset, maybe i could help”, he said softly, to reassure he meant no harm.

He did not expect the kid to answer immidietally, he was willing to stay a while to try and comfort the child to the best of his ability.

A few senconds passed before he heard some mumbling in between the sobs. 

“Muh parens sad i culnt be a fashon desingu”

This could mean many things, but Mitsuya didn’t know how to deciver that and just stayed silent.

not getting an answer, the kid looked up at Mitsuya with teary eyes adn repeated his earlier statedment. 

“My parents said i couln’t become a fashion designer”

“Why would they say that?” he just wanted to be sure, he had this suspicion about why the parents told him no

“becuase i’m a boy”

A yes, because a boy shouldn’t do something “feminine”. Such stupid reason to crush a childs dream, making him cry because he was a boy. Mitsuya decided then and there that he would help the boy achieve his dreams and prove his parents wrong.

“you know that being a boy shouldn’t stop you from achieving your dreams”

(name) looked at him, silently asking fro more reassurance and Mitsuya gladly spoke abuot how he was actually really good a sewing and his friends were supportive and were quite amazed by his  skill.

they talked and talked and eventually (name) took out a sketchbook from his backpack, that Mitsuya only now noticed, and he showed the older boy his sketches. A very talented individual for his age, Mitsuya made sure he knew how amazing he was at drawing. Again he told him to never give up on his dreams, especially when he had such amazing skill.

They boy eventually went home with a big smile on his face, proud of his art, and with a promise that they would meet up again.

[fanficmemes]

Okay for CAS I’ve got this one fic, and imo it wasn’t that cursed it just sort of traumatized me because I ignored the tags anyways-

so it starts off with Character A visiting Character B and they were online friends and streamers and never met irl before (and now you probably know what the fandom is), and then for the first chapter they meet, A stays at B’s house And Everything is A OK (no it’s not B is weirdly possessive has far too many guns and doesn’t know boundaries) and vaguely horny.

A is lightly Fear because of the gun, and then B notices and gives A the gun and tells A to shoot him. And A doesn’t, and B goes, “yeah cause it’s I trust you and you trust me” And then B goes, I’ll teach you how to use it Which is Lightly Horny but that’s okay. And then they have this whole other thing about Trust and stuff and it is So Wierd.

And then chapter two happens and A wakes up and sees B the next morning and B is all banged up (not in a sexy way) and A is obviously concerned and tries to help him and asks what’s wrong and B is like, shut the fuck up you’re in my house, I make the rules, none of your business. And A insists on helping him and B grabs A’s wrists tightly and A (internally) is like, dear god I’m about to get murdered oh noooo and tells B that he’s hurting him. B lets go ands like oh my god I hurt you I’m sorry let me help you and then A runs out into the pouring rain and starts crying. B takes the car out to look for him and brings A back and they don’t talk about what happened. Then A wakes up in B’s bed and they never talk about what happened again. Then a hurricane happens and A’s flight back is cancelled and B offers for A to stay with him. Then skip a few more scenes of them silently thirsting for each other and A wears B’s sweater and there is Possesiveness(in a sexy way). And then we get another scene with the guns and B asks A which one he likes more and B says that he could get A one. Then they have another scene of ‘are you scared of me(horny(fucked up)’. And then they kiss. Small voice in the back of A’s head is like, girl you Better Run

next chapter! They go to this shooting range for a date and it’s still pouring rain and Some Dude calls them a slur. B drags Some Dude outside and beats him up and once A gets outside he sees that B has a gun to Some Dude. Then B sees A and doesn’t shoot Some Dude. But then he beats him up some more.

Then A and B walk back to the car and A is lIke I would do anything for you and B is like, yeah I know (and I’m lightly horrified). Next day on the news they say that Some Dude is murdered horrifically and assumed by the local police that local serial killer did it. A doesn’t ask B if he did it. Later, A asks B to cancel his flight back and B is like oopsies forgot to mention I never booked you a flight back aha. A is Pissed and is like, dont fucking manipulate me I’m sleeping in the guest room Good Bye. Anyways that doesn’t happen and he still ends up sleeping with A that night and A is like, promise never to leave me? B: yeah sure

then in the middle of the night B goes to get a midnight snack and it’s real dark and B wakes up, sees him and pushes him against the wall and holds a knife to his throat. Then B sees that it’s A and he’s like, whoopsies did a little fucky wucky thought someone broke in cause the doors open. A: BUT I DIDN’T OPEN THE DOOR?! B: SOMEONE BROKE IN OH NO. They go to B’s security camera room and then they watch a man kill himself on camera and B refuses to call the police.

And then B tells A that he has to stay with him because now he’s a liability. A is like, what the fuck. And then he throws up. Now A has Trauma! Then B’s childhood friend who is also A’s friend comes to visit and B tells A that he can’t tell childhood friend, who we’re calling C abuot anything. Then B buys A a gun. A jokingly threatens to shoot B and B is kinda into it? And tells him yeah, go ahead shoot me. I trust you. :) A goes, WHAT THE FUCK NO.

Later B reveals that the guy who killed himself killed his sister, and he’s So Fucking Mad he didn’t get to kill the guy himself and A is like, babe stop talking about murder. Them C (childhood friend) visits and then A straight up faints right in front of him (b isn’t here for this scene) and we find out he hasn’t been eating or sleeping because of the Trauma. A asks C to not tell B about it and C reluctantly agrees. Then later C asks B since when did he have a gun, B gets defensive, they start arguing and B points his gun at C. A walks in, asks B what the fuck hes doing, B vaguely threatens to shoot C, A walks between A and C and takes the gun, them B breaks down crying after A tells him that he loves him. This is all in C’s perspective and he’s like, what the Fuck.

Later C pulls A aside and he’s like, bro we got to fucking Run. A is like, yeah but I love B sure hes got issues but it’s Fine. It is not fine. c finds security footage that shows B is a serial killer, and he’s like, A CAN WE GET OUT OF HERE NOW? A goes, but I love him…

C then steals A’s stuff, goes out, and find that all his tires are slashed and he can’t leave. B walks out, C accuses B of doing it and then B takes out his gun to shoot C and then A takes out HIS gun and points it at B and he goes please don’t make me shoot you. B shoots C anyways and then A fucking faints. Then A wakes up and sees that C was only shot in the leg and then A waits for C to heal. During this time A cries and tells B that he hates him and B is like, lmao is that why you didn’t shoot me. Then C heals enough and this time A takes them and runs to the nearest gas station. C goes to make a call and then B catches up to them. A goes, you won’t get away with this, C is calling the cops. B is Genuinely confused and goes, A what the fuck are you talking about I killed C weeks ago. A goes YOURE LYING but then he looks back at the gas station and he realizes that C really isn’t there and he is just on the side of the road and earlier on B actually killed C. hes in shock and B brings him back and then A feels like he’s got bugs under his skin and cuts himself open and he’s just straight up hallucinating bugs pouring out of his skin at this point and then he dies. And then B finds him, starts streaming and he goes, you want to know what happened to A? He‘s fucking Dead! And then he shoots himself in the head live. The end. It was honestly the bugs that traumatized me

This has to be a fan and Phil phanfic 6/10

[tangledstarlight]

hello. if you’ve followed me for more then a week you may have seen me talking abuot the alex 5+1 and how its been torturing me for months. well. it is finally done. i think i deserve a reward to myself. 

but yes okay. it’s 5 times alex had just the right thing in his fanny pack +1 time that he didn’t.

anyway!! it’s another 5+1 that’s alex centric.

also on ao3 (link in replies!)

trigger warnings! death mentions (because they’re ghosts), mild swearing, mentions of blood and injuries but nothing graphic.

one.

On his tenth birthday his parents took him to the mall and told him he could pick out anything that he wanted from one store, courtesy of his grandparents. Which, for a ten year old, was a big decision to make. Because there were a lot of things that he wanted.

Alex had dragged them from shop to shop, looking through every piece of clothing, every accessory, every record and tape. There were a lot of things to choose from. He really hated having to make a decision.

It was pure luck when he finally found the thing he wanted. Tucked away behind backpacks and satchel bags and flimsy looking tote bags, Alex found the fanny pack. It was dark grey and made a funny sound when he scratched at the material with his nails. It was also the perfect size to fit his inhaler and a snack and a pen and, if he did it right, probably even a single drum stick.

(The brand new and shiny drum kit currently sitting in his garage at home was his main birthday present, and Alex was more than excited for Luke and Reggie and Bobby to come over later and see it, and now he could show them his new fannypack and they could fill it with all the essentials that ten year olds needed.)

Everyday he woke up and got dressed, the fanny pack would find its way buckled across his chest and he’d check it had everything he needed inside. Inhaler and tissues and crumpled up dollar bills and a pen and a snack, just in case. Because Reggie always got hungry and there were only so many times they could bother their parents before they got annoyed.

They’re sitting in tree house that Reggie’s dad had built – back when Reggie’s dad and mom didn’t spend so much time fighting and his older brother was still around and Reggie didn’t flinch at doors banging – scraps of paper and forgotten homework scattered on the wood.

They’re supposed to be doing homework. Like they do every Saturday morning before they all give in to Luke’s pouting and bike over to Bobby’s place to ‘rehearse’, (it’s more like, they’re all playing at the same time in different keys, but they’re eleven. A killer band isn’t created overnight.) but Luke hasn’t shown up yet and Reggie is on his third candy bar and Bobby gave up on maths homework in favour of his game boy. Alex would be more stressed about the turn of events if it didn’t happen every Saturday.

“Jump, jump, jump, dude! You gotta jump!”

“I know, you saying it over and over isn’t helping man,” Bobby grits out and Alex watches as Reggie hovers over his shoulder, eyes wide and practically hanging off his arm.

“Look out for – Oof. So close man. Shoulda jumped,” Reggie pats Bobby on the shoulder, just dodging as the other boy's elbow moves back to try and catch him in the ribs.

“I swear to god Reg –” Bobby starts and Alex is readying himself either to intervene or move out of the way when Luke’s head pops up through the hole on the floor, wide smile and messy hair and eyes gleaming with some kind of mischief.

“Guys!” They watch as he pulls himself up and into the tree house, they’re all knees bumping and elbows narrowly missing sides and Alex spends several long seconds worrying that this will be the day they no longer all fit. That they’ve finally outgrown the tree house. But then Luke shuffles back, dropping his backpack into the centre and Reggie bends one knee to rest his head on and Bobby drops his hands into his lap, game boy still beeping away.

“I had the best idea,” Luke starts, unzipping his bag and rummaging through it for something, “I was watching this film last night, right? I don’t know what it was, one of those weird ones that’s on at 2am. Not the point. Anyway so there was this group of friends right and they were all moving away and didn’t want to stop being friends so they did this blood pack? And Reggie,” he grunts as he pulls a textbook out of his bag and tosses it aside, Alex feels his brows pull together as he starts to follow Lukes train of thought, “The other day you said you were worried about us going up to middle school. So I thought why not do a blood pact?”

Luke still has his attention firmly on his bag, trying to find something, so he misses the alarmed look that Alex shoots at Bobby and the responding grin that graces Reggie’s face. He can see exactly how this will play out. Luke will make the first cut and Reggie will suddenly remember he doesn’t like the sight of blood and Bobby will go too deep and Alex will have to find a way to get the three of them down a tree without crying. 

“Dude, we can’t do a blood pact!”

“Why not?” Reggie asks, lips sliding down in a frown.

“Yeah, why not?” Luke echoes and he’s got half of something pulled out of his bag that Alex can’t identify. But it doesn’t look like a knife, so that’s a little reassuring.

“Because,” he starts slowly pointing first at Reggie, “You don't like the sight of blood for starters.”

Alex watches as Reggie’s mouth forms a small ‘o’, his head bobbing up and down as if he’d forgotten that fact, but Luke rolls his eyes and finally pulls his hand out of his bag and with it comes a carton of something.

“I know that, I didn’t mean a real blood pact,” he shakes his head and Alex blinks, thoroughly confused, “The blood bits’ not the important part, it’s just the whole y’know, promising we’ll always be friends. But we still need to do something kinda gross to make it meaningful, so I went and bought tomato juice. It’s why I was late.”

The grin is back on Reggie’s face and even Bobby is nodding along now. Alex looks from the cartoon in Luke's hands to his friends faces before blowing out a sigh because well. It wasn't the worst idea Luke had had and it would be nice. For them to make a pact, to always be friends. For nothing to change between them.

“How do we do this then?” He asks and it's worth it, giving in, to see the bright smile take over Lukes face as he launches into his plan.

Alex should have expected something to go wrong, it was sort of his job in the group. To worry. But he’d gotten so caught up in the moment, in the sentiments and little speeches Luke said they each had to make, that he forgot to worry about the next stage.

It almost happens in slow motion, Bobby reaches for the carton to take his drink at the same moment that Reggie tries to pass it to him and their hands sort of collide mid pass and suddenly the carton is tipping to the side and red liquid is cascading to the floor. All over their still scattered homework.

“Crap!” In his haste to try and stop the still spilled drink Reggie drops the thing entirely, sending even more of it pouring over the wood and creeping towards them. Luke makes a grab for the juice, trying to scoop it up in his hands and if Alex’s mind wasn’t halfway to panic, he’d have probably burst out laughing. On autopilot Alex’s hands reach up for the fanny pack across his chest, pulling the zipper and digging through for the new pack of tissues that he’d stuffed in there that morning. Almost like he knew something was going to happen.

All their homework is ruined – Alex can’t wait to explain this one to their teacher on Monday – and when they all climb down the tree an hour later they all watch as a trail of red slides down the bark. Despite the mess it had caused, Alex has to give it to Luke, the tomato juice really did look like blood. And he feels closer to his three best friends, which he guesses is worth using his whole supply of tissues.

two.

“Fuck!”

It’s not really the first thing Alex wants to hear as he steps into their rehearsal space. Aka Luke’s parent’s basement that they’d reluctantly agreed to let them use until Bobby’s parents agreed to let them clear out their garage. It was so annoying, waiting for their parents to agree to simple things.

His eyes glance around the mostly empty space, jumping from the fold up chairs and second hand amps and his drums and Reggie’s abandoned bass before landing on Bobby who’s kneeling on the ground near the back wall, guitar leaning against the chipped concrete.

“You okay?” Alex says and flinches when Bobby flinches, turning around quickly to look at him. Either Bobby was too wrapped up in whatever was wrong and hadn’t heard him or Alex had finally perfected walking silently and could start sneaking downstairs at night for a snack.

“I just–” he breathes out a sigh, gesturing helplessly at his guitar and for the first time Alex notices the missing string, “It snapped and I can’t get the new one on.”

“Oh,” that doesn’t really seem worth the tense set of Bobby’s shoulders or the slight shaking of his fingers as he tries to get the new string out of the packet. With a small frown Alex kneels down next to his friend and carefully takes the packet out of his hands. “Want some help?”

As soon as the strings are out of his hands Bobby seems to collapse a little, shoulder against the wall and head dropping with a soft thud, eyes following as he opens the pack. Of them all, Bobby is the most closed off about his feelings, which Alex supposes, isn’t actually that weird for a thirteen year old. But when Luke –- who’s never been able to keep emotions off his face or out of his songs -- and Reggie -- who is never shy about laying his head on your shoulder and telling you he’s sad -- are your friends, it gets a little weird. Even Alex knows he’s crap at hiding how he feels about stuff.

They're three open books with a locked vault.

Because Bobby has a special skill of hiding his feelings behind a mask of indifference and jokes that he’s never offered to teach them. Which is normally fine, but sometimes things leak through and one of them notices that somethings wrong, like right now. Alex has watched him restring his guitar without issue so many times before, never once have his fingers shook.

Chewing on his bottom lip, Alex tries to decide if he should push or just wait it out or ask when the others are around so he can’t avoid the question. His last option makes him frown, because he’d hate it if they did that to him. Put him on the spot about something. And what if there wasn’t even anything wrong and Alex was just overthinking it? Maybe Bobby was just tired, or this string was just particularly tricky?

“Dude, I can practically hear you thinking.” Bobby says, huffing out a shallow laugh and Alex’s eyes widen a little as he looks up in time to see him shuffle around so his back is against the wall, legs stretching out in front of him.

“Sorry,” Alex starts, hands freezing in the air.

“Nah it’s--” he shakes his head, one shoulder shrugging as he frowns at nothing, “It’s fine.”

Alex thinks that’s the end of it, that Bobby isn’t going to say anything else and he’ll just have to wait it out and pretend that something isn’t clearly wrong. Putting the string down he pulls his fanny pack around so he can reach the little pocket hidden on the back (he’s pretty sure you’re meant to keep money in it, but well, he rarely has more than a few dollars on him) and pulls out the little multi-tool that his dad had gotten him for Christmas. Something about ‘being a man now’ and how ‘you can help a cute girl out’. So far all he’d used it for was clipping strings and once to unscrew a vent when Luke accidentally pushed his notebook through.

“I think my parents are getting a divorce.”

That almost makes him choke on his own spit, head whipping around to look at Bobby and all thoughts of his dad leaving his head.

“What?” he doesn’t mean to say it so loud, but judging by the way Bobby winces he must have practically shouted it. “Sorry, I just--” he doesn’t know what to say, mouth opening wordlessly. None of them have the best home lives, all their relationships with their parents have their issues.

But Bobby’s have always been -- well not the most reliable, but most consistent. Together, but distant. Together, but not home each weekend. Together, but happy? Alex feels a little like his world view has been tilted. Because if anyone's parents should be getting a divorce, shouldn’t it be Reggie’s? He bites at his lip at the thought, instantly regretting it.

“Pretty sure my mom caught my dad sleeping with his secretary,” he says with a small frown, wiping his cheek across his shoulder and Alex drops the multi-tool on top of the string and shuffles his way across the floor until he’s sitting next to Bobby, backs against the wall. “Which is pretty fucking cliche of him. But yeah. I caught them fighting about it last night.”

Alex doesn’t know what to say or do. This isn’t exactly a conversation he’d come prepared for or thought he’d ever have to have. Alex was still trying to remember his new school schedule, he didn’t have the time to prepare for possible emotional family conversations. He wishes Luke was here, or Reggie, so he didn’t feel so much pressure to say the right thing.

“That sucks man,” he blows out a breath, drawing his knees up so he can rest his hands on his things, fingers tapping across his jeans. “You wanna stay at mine tonight? We can rent Back to the Future and eat my sisters stash of popcorn?”

“Can we get the second one too?” There’s a slight smile tugging at Bobby’s lips and Alex returns it, fingers stilling as he feels some of the tension in his shoulders release.

“Course man, can’t just watch the first.”

three.

There was an unspoken knowledge in their friend group.

Luke had a tendency to get into fights he couldn’t win.

Sure, they were almost always in deference of Reggie or Bobby or him, but Alex really wished he’d stop getting into them. Or would at least start to win. Honestly, you’d think by now that Luke would know how to throw a better punch, or least know how to dodge one.

It was a little embarrassing, the amount of fights that Luke had lost -- not that Luke saw it that way. Any fight that resulted in him sporting a black eye or split lip, not his friends, was a win to him. Which was a nice sentiment, but Alex was fairly sure that his idiotic heroics were going to give him a heart attack one day.

Luke’s constant scrapes were why Alex had started to carry around band-aids and disinfectant and bandages in the first place. All stored carefully in his fanny pack along with his inhaler and extra guitar picks and a granola bar for Reggie.

It was also why Alex wasn’t all that surprised when Luke found him after school, holding his wrist carefully against his chest with one hand and trying to wipe a dribble of blood off his lip on his shoulder. A split lip, a scrap across his cheek, and once he got a better look, Alex was pretty sure he’d find split knuckles too.

“Have you got a band-aid or something?” Luke’s words come out a little mumbled as he tries not to reopen the cut on his lip and Alex just raises an eyebrow at him. A band-aid? Really?

Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment Alex mentally counts to ten, reminds himself that his friend probably has a valid reason for looking like this.

Even though it’s only been twenty minutes since he last saw him. All he had to do was wait by their bikes while Alex went to talk to their history teacher about something. Twenty minutes alone and he’d found himself a fight.

“That’s –” he starts, then shakes his head, letting his shoulders drop as he breathes out a sigh and reopens his eyes, “Okay. Come on.”

Most of the school has cleared out as he leads them towards an empty bench, pushing Luke down onto it and pulling at the zip of his fanny pack to dig out the little homemade first aid kit he’d put together in a ziplock bag.

“Do I want to ask what happened?” He holds out a hand palm up for Luke to put his injured one in, biting his lip as he inspect the split skin and dried blood. It’s not as bad as he’d thought it would be, and it means Luke at least got one punch in this time.

“Some guys were laughing cause Bobby tripped getting on the bus and-” Luke hisses out a breath as Alex pours some water over his hand and starts gently dabbing at the cuts with a tissue, “Reggie dropped his bag when he tried to help him up. And I told ‘em it wasn’t funny and they said it was and I said it wasn’t and–- you get it.”

Luke shrugs up at him, starts trying to chew on his bottom lip before remembering it’s hurt and gives Alex a sheepish smile. Which is just annoying. Because Alex is the one trying to be annoyed here, trying to keep a stern look at his face even as locks of blonde hair fall in front of his eyes and he has to blow them away.

“You know you don’t have to start a fight every time someone’s mean to us, right?” He balls up the damp bloody tissue to put in the bin later and reaches for the cheap roll of bandages that he’d swiped from his mom's first aid kit at home. (All his medical knowledge comes from his mom, from watching her volunteer at church feats and garden parties as to who to go to when you got a little hurt. For someone with such a fully stocked box of medical tools, she sure did just pass out band-aids and suggest a glass of water a lot.)

“First, I didn’t actually start this fight. The one with the lip piercing threw the first punch,” Luke points his uninjured hand at him, like he’s just made a good argument before his lips pull down into a frown. “And I know I don’t have to. But I–- People are mean to you guys about stuff that doesn’t make sense. I don’t like that. Plus everyone knows that you guys would never do anything back, except maybe Bobby if it was really bad, and I just want them to know I think their assholes.”

It feels like there's more to it then that, Luke doesn't supply anymore insights into his thought process and Alex is too worried about their upcoming history text to push it today. 

"You’re so-” Alex starts but stops himself, rolling his eyes as he ties off the bandage and shakes his head at Luke. “That’s a really stupid reason to get in all these fights, you do know that right?”

“Yup!” He inspects his hand, the off-white bandage wrapping around his knuckles and flexes his fingers to test how tight it’s tied, then his eyes drift to the ziplock bag and the band-aids, “You got any of those cool glow in the dark ones?”

Alex opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, but no words come out. It still surprises him, even after being friends for so long, how willing Luke is to get hurt for them. How he doesn’t seem to see any issue with it. He really hopes that one day he won’t feel the need to take a punch for any of them, that he won’t need to. But until then Alex supposes he doesn’t mind being a fourteen year old first responder. It’s kinda fun, sometimes. Like when he gets to dictate who gets which band-aid.

“You used the last glow in the dark one on Sunday. So you’re stuck with trucks.”

He’s still wearing the band-aid with little trucks on a dirt track across his cheek when he comes into school the next day and Alex really tries to stay annoyed at him. But it’s kinda hard when the only reason he’s got the cut is because he loves his friends. So Alex just rolls his eyes fondly and makes a mental note to ask his mom for glow in the dark band-aids when she next goes to the store.

four.

“You think Ron’s got the new Garth Brooks record?”

At least, that’s what Alex thinks Reggie asks, because it’s more like a mumbled group of sounds as the other boy stuffs a large forkful of pasta into his mouth. He glances at Luke, eyebrow raised to see if he’d understood the question right. And judging by the face Luke pulls, he thinks he did.

“I mean, probably. But we’ve been over this. No country in the van.”

Alex knows he’s trying to look stern and serious, Reggie knows it too. But Luke’s nose is scrunched up and his eyebrows are drawn together and his lower lip almost looks like it’s about to start quivering. Stern and serious isn’t the first thought that comes to mind. Cute, adorable, puppy like, sure. Stern or angry? Never.

“You’re just jealous,” Reggie starts, gulping as he swallows his mouthful and makes them both wait as he dramatically takes a sip of his soda too, “You wish you could do a country twang. It’s okay Luke-y, not everyone is musically gifted.”

He bites the end of his straw to keep from laughing at the look of annoyance that crosses Luke’s face, the desired reaction if Reggie’s widening grin is anything to go by.

“Dude you’ve done it now,” he mutters softly, but he can’t really find it in him to be too mad about the rant that Reggie has just triggered. Because it’s the first time in weeks that Reggie has smiled fully, and the bruise on his left cheekbone is now a faded purple and the arm he had been extra careful about touching is resting full length on the table as he taps the end of his fork on the wood.

Luke seems to know it too, if the gentle smile that briefly crosses his face when Reggie looks away for a moment is anything to go by. It had been to Luke's house that he’d run too, and Alex is honestly pretty proud of his friend for not leaping out his bedroom window to go fight Reggie’s dad the second he’d shown up. Alex was fairly confident that if Reggie asked to play nothing but country music for the next ten years Luke would agree if it meant they’d get to see his full blown smile without hints of sadness.

Sometimes, Alex wished he had half the confidence and determination that Luke had. Wished that when his fight or flight instincts were put to the test his reaction wasn’t flight. That he wasn’t always a little bit terrified of what would happen if he was honest with everyone, of what would happen if he threw a punch instead of trying to talk something out.

Probably just result in spending more money on band-aids and bandages.

Blinking the thoughts from his head, the blonde tunes back into the conversation. Pros and cons of having one country song on their demo.

“Come on! We’d all so rock a cowboy hat,” Reggie punctuated his point by stabbing his fork into the table, plastic progs snapping and flying into the air. “Fuck sake,” he mutters, a little mournfully as he pulls his arm back in to look at the one remaining bent prong and then down at his still half full container of pasta.

“I think the fork disagrees with the cowboy hats,” Luke grins, flicking one of the little plastic pieces at Reggie who just pouts for a moment longer.

And Alex can see where his brain goes, can practically track the thought process and the solution he comes up with as Reggie tosses his fork at Luke and starts to try and pick up the food with his fingers. But before he gets that far, Alex is pulling another fork out of his fanny pack, metal and wrapped in a napkin.

(Someone had once said to be prepared for all possible situations. Sixteen year old Alex had decided that meant he should start carrying extra cutlery around. Just in case. In case of what, he hadn’t known, but apparently it wasn’t a totally crazy idea, so screw you Bobby for laughing at it.)

“Here.”

Reggie accepts the fork, pout turning to a smile and sticking his tongue out at Luke who just rolls his eyes.

“Alex’ll do a country song with me, won’t you?” Both pairs of eyes are looking at him now and he doesn’t know if Reggie is being a 100% serious about a country song for their demo or wearing cowboy hats on stage, but he does know that either way it’ll make Luke do his cute angry face again and well. Alex can’t resist making him make that face.

“Oh yeah. We’d rock cowboy hats.”

five.

Being dead was -- not what Alex had expected. And it’s a little weird, because growing up he’d spent a lot of time thinking about what happened after you died. Where you went and what you could do and who would be there.

His parents were very insistent on ‘be a good person in life, don’t commit any sins and get into heaven’ so, when they’d died and ended up in a dark room, Alex had thought that was proof that being gay really was a sin and his parents had been right and now he’d dragged his best friends into hell with him. Luke might blame himself for them dying, and Reggie might blame himself for them being eternity linked, but Alex would always blame himself for that 25 year black room limbo.

Even if it wasn’t his fault. But he couldn’t convince the others that it wasn’t their fault, and they couldn’t convince him it wasn’t his fault and it was a loop they’d been stuck in for months now.

Julie called them all idiots for it. Fondly. With an eye roll. And a gentle smile when she’d pull them into a group hug.

Because they could do that now.

Hug her. So they did it a lot.

Group hugs and side hugs and high fives and piling onto her bed on a Sunday afternoon to watch one of the many Disney films they’d missed out on. They all latched onto her more than they already had.

Julie had pulled them out of the dark room -- hell -- and back into the light and then she’d saved them from zapping out of existence. Reggie might insist she was a witch and Luke would say a star, but Alex, who had a pretty rocky relationship with religion and God, was fairly confident in calling Julie an angel. (He was also willing to bet good money on in a fight, between a god, death and Julie, that Julie would win.)

And she didn’t seem to mind that they’d gotten a little...clingy over the last few months since the zapping had stopped. Which was nice, that they hadn’t annoyed her enough to send them packing yet. That she seemed just as attached to them as they were to her.

It’s with that thought in his mind that Alex knocks on her bedroom door. Julie loves them, Julie only invokes the boundaries rule when they snoop through her stuff, Julie isn’t about to tell them to leave because Alex is a little bored. At least he hopes she won’t.

“Come in.”

He almost misses her response, both because of his mildly spiralling thoughts and because her voice is soft, quite. Now his thoughts turn to worry as he pokes his head through the doors, eyes immediately landing on Julie tucked into her bed, surrounded by pillows and curtains closed. His brows pull together as he hesitantly steps through the door.

“Are you okay?” He asks, trying to keep his voice as low as hers had been. Slowly she lifts her head from the pillow, brushing curls out of her eyes as she looks at him with a small smile.

“Oh Alex, hey. I-- yeah, I’m fine. Just--” she trails off, blinks a little blearily at him and for the first time he realises that he’s woken her up. Shit. “Not feeling too great. Was trying to nap.”

“Shit, sorry, I’ll go. I didn’t know you weren’t well, I’ll um yeah. I’ll go.” He’s got half his leg through the door when she calls his name, a slight laugh in her voice and looks at her over his shoulder.

“It’s okay, you can stay. I wasn’t really getting much rest anyway.”

He opens his mouth to ask if she’s sure, but Julie’s already shuffling around in her bed, moving pillows and lifting the duvet for him to climb in next to her. Alex hesitates for a moment, bites his cheek before turning around fully and walking over, kicking his shoes off before sliding under the cover and making himself comfy.

“Why do you have so many pillows?” He asks, fluffing one up behind his head and moving another one to fill the space between the edge of the bed and the little side table.

“Don’t know,” she shrugs, and he knows she’s watching him with amusement when he repositions the pillow next to her head so it’s straight. He frowns a little at her answer because, well, that’s not really an answer. How does one person have like, ten pillows on their bed and not know why or how?

“That's not-- okay,” he sighs, letting it go, because now that he’s next her, Alex can see she’s shivering a little and her cheeks look flushed and on instinct he reaches out his hand to lay it against her forehead. She lets out a small hiss and Alex moves to move away when her hand comes up, warm fingers wrapping around his wrist to keep his hand in place.

“Stay there, your hands are cold, they feel nice.” And well, they might make fun of Luke for not being able to say no to Julie, but so far he hasn’t been able to do it yet either. So he keeps his hand on her forehead and moves his other to gently cup her chin and part of her cheek until he’s basically holding her head up in his hands, he watches as her eyes flutter shut.

“Have you taken anything?” He tries to keep his voice quiet, not wanting to disturb her too much but her eyes open and she shakes her head, blowing out a sigh as she moves herself out of his hold, head hitting one of her many pillows.

“All we have is cough syrup and dad’s out and I didn’t want to bother Victoria.”

So she’d taken herself to bed and tried to tackle whatever illness she had alone? Alex frowns at her, lets out a small tut as he pulls his fanny pack across his chest, unzips it and roots around for the ziplock bag of first aid things before pulling out a half used pack of paracetamol, leaving the bag on the bed. He’s dead, and so are his most clumsy friends, they don’t really need band-aids anymore.

There’s a bottle of water on the table next to him which Alex grabs, pops out two of the little white tablets and passes them both to Julie, who raises her eyebrows at him, but accepts.

“You know you’ve got three ghosts who would have happily gone to a store to get you something if you’d asked, right?” He’s sort of teasing, but sort of not as he watches her sink back against the pillows, water bottle still in her grasp. Turning her head a little, just enough so she can see him she shoots him a small smile.

“Didn’t want to bother you guys. You're my friends, not my personal shoppers and yesterday Luke had to go to the store because we forgot milk. Don’t won’t you thinking I’m just using you for your ghostly teleportation,” she says it like a joke, but there’s a sad sort of look in her eyes. The kind of look he used to see in Reggie’s back when they were kids and he thought they’d get annoyed with him. It had never even occurred to Alex that Julie might think they’d get fed up with her.

“Jules, you let us live in your garage. For free. The least we can do is the occasional magical shop,” he shuffles down in the bed until his head is resting on a pillow and they’re eye to eye, “And anyway, you could never bother us. We kinda owe our whole existence to you and you’re family and if you need help it’s a no questions asked type situation.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She looks at him for a moment, eyes searching his face for something before she lets out a breath, shoulders relaxing and then she’s shuffling across the bed to lay her head on his shoulder, hair tickling his cheek but he doesn’t mind. Alex brings one arm up around her back and pulls her closer, tugging the duvet up to cover them a little more. They lie in silence for a while, Alex idly drumming his fingers on her upper arm and Julie tracing the letters on his hoodie. He doesn’t mean to pop the little peaceful bubble they’ve created but a thought shoves its way to the forefront of his mind and his fingers still.

“Hey uh, so do you think paracetamol goes out of date? Because that one I gave you is at least twenty-six years old.”

+one

Maybe, if Alex hadn’t been so wrapped up in his own head and trying to work through all of the sudden changes in his life, he would have noticed sooner.

At least, that’s what he’s going to tell himself and anyone else who might ask. He had a lot going on. He couldn’t possibly notice everything. Even something as big as this.

So yeah, he was going to blame all the crazy shit in his life for his sudden obliviousness.

The skate park was mostly empty when he got there – he forgot how long it could take to get somewhere when you couldn’t just poof into existence wherever you wanted. Being dead might have been bad, but he really missed the teleporting powers – which made sense, because the sun was starting to set and the air was growing colder. But he could hear the sound of wheels on concrete in the distance and followed it.

For a while, Alex just watched. He had never really cared all that much about skateboarding before (and honestly, he didn’t care all that much about it now, but he did like a certain skater an awful lot), but he had to admit it was fascinating to watch. The coordination and the skill and the lack of fear about falling.

Alex had always been scared about falling, physically and mentally and in love.

About hitting the ground and getting hurt and not being able to get back up. And he had fallen a lot. Out of a treehouse and down stairs. Had been pushed down. On concrete and on grass. Had been hurt. Luke and Reggie had always been there to help him back up though.

It didn’t mean it didn’t still scare him shitless. Falling.

Because what if one day he fell and there was no one to help him back up? What if one day he fell and everyone around him decided he was too much effort to help back up? What if one day he fell and staying down just seemed like the better option?

It was supposed to be one of the perks of coming back as a ghost. Of knowing that if he fell he couldn’t physically get hurt, and that Luke and Reggie would be there because they were always there and he was dead, falling in love shouldn’t have been a worry.

Of course, then he’d gone and got knocked off his feet, stinging palms and phantom bruises and hair flipping as the rest of the street blurred and all he could see was Willie.

And suddenly he was falling. Physically and mentally and in love.

Which was pretty fucking crazy. Who fell in love at first sight anyway? That wasn’t supposed to be a real thing. It was supposed to be something you read about or saw in silly cheesy rom-coms or from songs that people in love wrote.

So he’d met Willie, had fallen face first onto the ground, literally, and into like and then into love and then into life again.

It was a lot.

It was too much.

Too much change and more change and changing back and unanswered questions.

Was it really so hard to send a couple of ghost handbooks down?

So Alex had gone for a walk, to clear his head, to sort through his thoughts, to get a grip on the feeling of falling. He’d ended up at the skate park without really meaning too, not that he’d had any real destination in mind.

Sitting on a bench, he pressed two fingers to the pulse point on his wrist, counting the beats –- it’s been a few weeks and he’s still not used to having a beating heart, is always a little worried it’s all some big trick and he’ll wake up one day back as a ghost -– as he watches Willie go down a ramp and flip his board mid air.

Still being able to see with Willie was one of the many unanswered questions that he had.

(Maybe he should start making a list. Not that he thought he’d ever get any answers for them, but it might be nice. To have a list of all the questions about his death and his after life and his re-life. He could call it Tales of BHD (before hot-dog death). Julie might have some comments.)

Deep down Alex knew he shouldn’t question it. They’d been given a second chance, it was a miracle and magic and amazing. But he’d never done very well with questions without answers. He wished he could accept it as easily as Luke and Reggie and Julie had. That it was love or a gift or will power. It didn’t seem very likely, but he wasn’t about to argue it.

They’d been dead. Now they weren’t. It was a miracle.

He might have thought so if he could still hug Willie. But it was like when they’d first met Julie, he reached out to touch his shoulder, his hand, and passed right through him. Alex now knows how Luke felt and kind of feels bad for ever teasing him about. A re-lifer being in love with a ghost is kinda painful. And yet, he can’t seem to stop himself from seeking Willie out. No one’s ever called Alex the smart one.

There’s a sudden crashing sound, wood hitting concrete and Willie letting out a string of curse words and Alex immediately zeros in on him. On the ground. Without really stopping to think about it Alex is up off the bench and running the short distance until he’s next to him by the time Willie has pushed himself up onto his knees.

“Shit are you okay?” He reaches out a hand, to touch his shoulder, to help him up, he doesn’t know. But stops himself short. Because he can’t touch him, and every time that his hand phases through they both look away sadly.

“I’m– yeah I’m good. Had worse spills,” there’s a toothy smile on his face as he says it, but Willie’s eyes have caught on Alex’s still outstretched hand, a sadness flashes across his eyes quickly before vanishing.

Alex just stands there a little awkwardly, stuffing his hands into his pockets, as he watches Willie stand up, wincing a little at some unknown injury – which okay, when he thinks back on it, that should have been his first sign.

“What ha–” Alex starts, but his eyes catch on Willie’s knees and the blood slowly spilling down his leg from a cut. “Shit you’re bleeding! You said you were fine!” He doesn’t mean to sound so accusational, but well, how can he help if no one tells him when they're hurt?

Willie looks at him in confusion before down at his legs, eyes widening at the blood and Alex starts to worry that the other boy might faint. Does he not like the sight of blood? Oh god, he should probably sit down before he gets more hurt.

“Sit down I should have something for it, hang on.” Without thinking, Alex puts his hand on Willie’s shoulder and guides him back down to the ground, to the lip off the end of one of the ramps and makes sure he’s sat before turning his attention to his fanny pack. His fingers catch on a drum stick, a lip balm, one of Julie’s scrunchies, his inhaler, but no ziplock bag of first aid. Shit. He’d left it in Julie’s room, months ago. Because he’d been dead. And hadn’t needed any of it. Fuck.

He looks back at Willie, mouth opening to tell him the bad news, but Willie is already looking at him with wide, scared eyes. He has one hand gripping the side of the ramp and his other is resting over his chest. Over his heart.

“Alex,” he starts and that’s when Alex realises that he doesn’t look scared. It's shock. There’s tears pooling in his eyes and, like a bus hitting him, Alex realises that his hand hadn’t phased through when he’d guided him to sit down.

“You– I– What?” Is all he gets out, which doesn’t make any sense but Willie seems to get it because he nods his head. And then Willie is standing up, hissing a little as he unbends his knee and dimly, Alex is aware that it’s started bleeding a little again, but all that is second to the feeling of Willie carefully, slowly, gently, reaching for his hand. And holding it. Fingers linking. Solid and real and warm. With his other hand Alex reaches for his neck, lays his fingers against soft skin and feels for a pulse. For the fluttering of a heartbeat and lets out a wet laugh when he finds it. He doesn’t know when he started crying, but it doesn’t matter.

Alex uses the hand that Willie is still holding to pull the other boy towards him, lets the fingers on his neck slip around until his arm is around his back, and is pulling him into a hug he’s been craving for a month.

“How?” It’s the first thing Willie says as he pulls away, not far, because Alex had let out a small whine as he’d tried to step away and wasn’t even ashamed of it.

“I have no idea,” he shrugs, because he doesn’t. He has no answers for any of this. But he’s willing to not question it, he decides, if he and the people he loves most in the world get a second chance at life. Together. “I’m starting to not question these things and just say thank you.”

Willie laughs then, a little watery, but still bright and kind and so full of life that no one would have ever known he’d been a ghost a short while ago.

“Fair enough,” they’re still stood close together, hands awkwardly intertwined between them and Alex’s fingers are tangled in his hair. But neither of them make any move to pull away. Willie pulls a face, lips twisting to the side and Alex raises an eyebrow at him, “Where the hell am I going to live now? Caleb already hated that I've been sleeping at the club, he's never gonna let me back in now."

Now it’s Alex’s turn to laugh, shaking his head a little at the question, because at least this one he has an answer too. He detangles his fingers from Willie’s hair carefully and takes a half step away, just enough for him to properly hold his hand, pulling him over to his abandoned skateboard.

“Well, lucky for you, I happen to know the coolest girl with the coolest dad who likes to take in stray used to be ghosts.”

Willie picks up his skateboard and when Alex starts to walk, pulls them to a stop, a worried little crease between his brows as he looks at him.

“Are you sure Julie will be cool with me crashing with you all? I don’t want to like, intrude or get in the way.”

“I’m pretty sure she’d re-kill me if I didn’t bring you home with me,” Alex shakes his head, a little fondly and with a little exasperation. But this time, when he starts to walk, pulling Willie along with him, his boyfriend doesn’t stop them. And if this is what unanswered questions gets him, well Alex will learn to live with them.

[veerlesthoughts]

I’m back?

Haven’t written anything in a long time, but I feel like I should start again. I have been feeling like I have no one to talk to lately. Or like I wanna talk about all the things that happened to me when I was younger. Which is weird cause it’s been so long and there’s really no reason to talk about it, so why dó I wanna talk about it? Especially why to my newer friends? Why do I want them to know all the shit that I went through? Cause it will probably change their view on me and I don’t like to be pittied... 

Maybe it’s more about wanting to talk about more than just superficial stuff. At the moment I don’t really have any deep conversations with anyone about my beliefs or other deep shit... Which is a pity, I think, cause I looove talking about deep things. I wanna know all the things people went through, or how they feel about politics or religion or aliens or whatever. Do they believe in faith? What is their biggest secret dream? Mine is probably that I really wanna find a special someone. I just wanna know what it’s like. I’m so done with allllllll the convo’s about sex and relationships and me just sitting there like “yeah, cool cool”. Sometimes I feel like I just want all those first times to be over with, just to shut people up. But then I’m way too much of a romantic books type of person, so I will probably wait for my fairytale moment. I just wish someone would find me the most interesting person they know. I want someone to look at me and think that there is no better, cause they think I am special in some way. I don’t know if that is something that truly happens in this world, but I reaallllyy want it to. I just wanna feel special and seen. Like I find myself very interesting and my thoughts very funny sometimes, but I don’t feel like anyone else would think that... Hahaha, so maybe I’m just very narcistic? Idk menn hahaha, it’s okay tho. I love myself so much more now than I did a year ago. There are so many moments now, where I look at myself and think “mm, it’s quite good, you pass the test!” you know? I love that I’m able to accept myself for what it is, but at the same time also have dreams abuot how to improve. That’s all purely physical tho, mentally I still struggle a lot, cause I feel like there are so many things about me that are just not likeable. I feel like I talk too much. I feel like I’m annoying. I feel like I’m straight up boring. I feel like I wine a lot, which irritates people and makes them think like “I’ve already told you a million times ... stop it” which makes me not believe people when they tell me shit, cause they just react out of predudices about my thoughts and out of habit. But okay...

I kind of have to finish three preperations before tomorrow and it’s already 1.15 AM soooo I kinda gotta go. Was fun talking to you tho (to me?...). 

Till next time x

[throwawayconfusedghost]

questioning sexuality while in a long term relationship

ok this is a throw away account because i have a lot of very confused feelings i need to put somewhere bc i dont see my therapist soon enough lmao. if you could really take the time to read and maybe respond i would really really really appriciate it.

for contex: i currently id as a cis bi girl, and im in a long term relationship with my boyfriend

i keep having this reoccuring feeling when my bf and i are not together that maybe im way more into girls than i thought. most of the time im able to brush this off because i genuinely love him. weve been together for over a year and i really do love him

but i just had a very scary thought. what if im not in love with him, im in love with what we do together? 

this is gut wrenching. hes such a huge huge part of my life and we share everything with each other. weve had a very strong relationship and have done a lot together. but i cant shake this thought, and when i do it comes back a few weeks later.

for a few years i did identify as a lesbian, but i dont think im quite gay, i do think i am bi,  because i do love my boyfriend sexually and romantically. but i dont know why i cant shake the feeling that id be happier with a woman.

i dont really love kissing my boyfriend. when i fantasize, my instict is to fantasize of  myself with a woman. i want everything i have with my partner...but with a woman.

i hate this. i hate this so much. i try to convince myself its internalized biphobia, the feeling that since im with a man im less queer. or that i instincutally find women more attractive because i know girls. i know my own self, and boys are something different that i dont know. newsflash: it doesnt work long term.

my fear is that im more attracted to the stability and relationship i have than i am to the person im with. and its really hard, becasue i love my boyfriends personality. but i cant shake this sinking feeling that id love him more if he were a girl. and i do not want to do that to him. weve really been through a lot together. i dont want to ever leave him. i think partially its because i dont want to be alone, and partially becasue i genuinely am close to him. i dont want to lose him, but when thinking about braking up, i dont think we could still be close friends, or even friends at all. i dont think he could handle it, and i dont think i could either. i would feel so fucking guilty.

i have so many thoughts and feelings. this is kind of taring me apart. it happens whenever we arent together for a bit, or i feel even slightly “disconnected” from him. which is why i fear i love what we are, not who im with

i feel such a terrible sinking feeling. i really need to talk to someone abuot this but he is really the only person i conceptually could, but i obviously cant do that. if you could please please just say anything id appriciate it. that you relate, advice, anything. thank u <3

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

So is there like an order to read all the Abjid lore if you want to catch up for optimum context or can you just read it all randomly?

Man okay, there’s a lot of lore and its disorganized rip, a lot of things is just me rambling or answering questions about their character and the campaign is years old at this point (it stopped before quarantine last year actually). I can get some of the big things but honestly if anyone has questions about them and their lore I love to ramble abuot them.

Fics:

That Kid is Never Coming Back (About Abjid’s young childhood)

Sky (Pre-adventure)

Ouch (Pre-adventure)

Sandcastles Between Tides (Adapted from scene from a session)

notable mention, (I Found Something) In The Woods Somewhere, which does involve Mollymauk from CR because I Think He’s Neat

Chara Details

A look at their chara sheet

I have an old list of blurbs/memes/posts/etc about Abjid, though it wasnt been updated in a while and some of the things are outdated, [here]

Honestly I didn’t super post too much about them for a while because the campaign was ongoing and I didn’t want to spoil their backstory and everything. But since the campaign stopped before it had a proper ending now I don’t have to try and hide their backstory much lmao.

The basic overview of their character was “8 years ago, through some curious event involving The Shadow, N’Abjidynen Za’arslu awoke in an undead state, surrounded by the bodies and ruins of a city, and in possession of a magic they couldn’t control. After living in isolation for those years, they were suddenly dragged into adventuring against their will, quickly making many enemies along the way. Resigned and self-loathing, they continue on the chaotic path the Shadow has set them on.”

The other details, as seen in the first fic listed, is that Abjid was originally born to an rich noble high elf family, but because they were an Aasimar, their father sent them away. The organization that took them in was Calorantrisi, made up of a clerical order, a blood hunter order, and a monastery. In the organization, they were raised as a monk, though they were known for neglecting their studies and trying to join the blood hunter order instead.

But their death happened for Complicated Reasons, and they were dead for an amount of time, then resurrected via the Shadow possessing them, as summoned by a cult.

Also, fun fact, part of the main idea behind their character (what sparked their creation) was the thought of a character that was brought back to life but did not want that or even agree with the concept of resurrecting the dead, and then has to struggle with the internal conflict they have because of their resurrection.

[buildingnothingoutofsomething]

i have so many thoughts abuot stardew valley characters that i would love to say but making a text post isnt enough for me i need to draw it out. i need to draw it out or my thoughts are worthless if i dont make art of it everyones gonna ignore me and my olnly purpose in life is making art for others but i make good presentable art ever so rarely its frustrating i just end up deleting it all making art is such a struggle. im in art school how the hell  anyway here is an image of shiraishi yoshitake

[matoitech]

001 leopika!!

the ppl wanted to know.

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when I started shipping it if I did:

idk i kinda thought they were married before i started watching hxh 2011 so. ive always known

my thoughts:

i have written out many a post about them so all i will say is if togashi doesnt make them gay after he set it up so beautifully i will first be sad and second find it amusing because while people compare them to galo and lio, which one were canon gay first? not leorio and kurapika. 

What makes me happy about them:

theyre sweet :,) they obviously care a lot about each other even if theyre convinced theyre in the middle of some angsty forbidden love thing

What makes me sad about them:

what DOESNT make me sad about them theyre like worlds most tragic gay people

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

oh a lot of things. but cis boyfriend leorio makes me feel crazy

things I look for in fanfic:

idk i dont rly look for hxh stuff anymore. my old standards were mostly “written by friends” bc u can trust them and no one else :^)

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

antidepressants

My happily ever after for them:

idk i just want them to like achieve their goals and be happy and safe and have that hopefully be with each other bc i think they have the potential to be good for each other

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

ive literally never thought abuot this before im a fake gay but uh kurapika probably big spoons it requires skill with their height difference

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

the way this is phrased is rly funny to me. i cant think of anything i want to say weed as an activity

[scrappydooisfoundaliveinnebraska]

Guys I think that there was someone who liked Scrappy involved in the 2002 movie

“Wow-O!” Toy Factory. This is a bit of a stretch, but didn’t Scrappy say “Wow-O-Wow!” When he was excited? Didn’t he? And the factory takes some pretty heavy abuse: The Lunar Ghost is trying to make it go KAPOW with a match and lighter, mystery inc.  make a mess of it through the chase scene...Etc. But I know what you’re thinking. That could be a coincidence! “Wow-O-Wow” was hardly Scrappy’s most iconic catchphrase, and  this is the sort of movie where innocent toy factories get desecrated. Isn’t it? Well, I think that maybe this would be weak if it were the only clue. But Scrappy is the only HB character I know of who ever said “Wow-O-Wow” so this could be wrong.

“Author Fred and NASA Velma”-This was from a series from where Scrappy was in!  Straw Skeptic: Excuse me, but so what? The monsters are real, like the series Scrappy was in. That doesn’t mean that someone on the team was secretly pulling for cartoon Scrappy.  Me: But there was only one series where Fred and Velma were specifically those professions! ONLY one! They could have gone off of Zombie Island. They could have just pulled some new ones out of the ether. Hey, SS, you know what else? That specific episode had some really fine moments for Scrappy! Not only did he save Scooby-Doo’s life with Crazy Rubber, but he also swung in on a sand bag and slammed the villain in the chest! And took down the prime suspect in a fight. Straw Skeptic: Did the ‘prime suspect’ happen to be a little old lady? Or an ant? Or maybe an unlucky mouse?  Me: No! It was Fred.  Straw Skeptic: ... Me: ...To be fair, Scrappy did catch him by surprise. And I suppose that being a sedentary writer probably didn’t help Fred much either. Still had the same build as earlier... Straw Skeptic: ... Me: And of all the episodes, someone saw fit to sneak in something pointing specifically to that one...it’s too specific to be a coincidence, and you would think that they could have found something that was meaner to Scrappy.  Straw Skeptic: Scrappy...beat FRED...IN A FIGHT?!  Me: Well, it was more like they heard what they thought was the baddie coming, and Scrappy was all, “Lemme at ‘im!” And he ran down the hall, and there was a big SLAM! And then we see Fred lying on his back on the ground looking all dazed with Scrappy sitting on his chest.  Straw Skeptic: But how? Me: Scrappy, in addition to being able to speak, walk on two legs, perform a semi functional rain dance, know his way around power tools, fall of a two story building unharmed, and befriend all manner with animals with ease, had incredible super strength. Straw Skeptic: Oh. Wait a minute, how- Me: I hate to break it to you, Mr. Straw Skeptic, but I don’t think that Scooby-Doo was a skeptical show even before Scrappy showed up. I mean, apart from The Trash-Can Lid Incident, the sheer convincingness of these hallucinations, uber advanced technology, etc. etc. etc... Straw Skeptic: The...trash can lid incident?

Straw Skeptic: Screw it! What’s the point of this nonsense!? Me: Just pointing out that if Scooby-Doo has the power to do what we just witnessed with two ordinary trash can lids...Then why can’t his nephew have a ton of super powers that he never gets to use because everyone thinks he’s helpless and he thinks everyone knows about them and is only dissuading him just because?

Straw Skeptic: They could have been high.

Me: And so they all hallucinated the same hallucination? Straw Skeptic: Maybe. 

Me: The monster-guy was high too, looked up and saw the exact same thing?

Straw Skeptic: It’s possible! Me: Eh, with your straw skepticism this could go on forever. Let’s move on. Straw Skeptic: Let’s.

Me: So, where were we? Ah. Now I recall. So in all the episodes that reference the NASA or Author thing, actually, but most prominently the introductory episode, Scrappy actually shines pretty nicely.

Straw Skeptic: So Scooby’s nephew is a kind-souled individual with super powers...is his code name Mary Sue!  Me: Excuse me, Straw Skeptic, but literally ten seconds ago you were accusing him of being helpless and worthless! Do you want me to change your name to ‘Straw Goal Post Mover’? Scrappy’s super powers were balanced by his the grievous miscommunications between himself and those around him abuot his actual abilities, but that’s not what this is about!  Straw Skeptic: Sigh Fine...let’s just...move on... Me: Excellent! Now here we have the splatterhorn, that should be obvious. I can’t think of why it would be there except to just...ya know, be there. 

Straw Skeptic: I admit that the Matterhorn ride is ithe kind of ride Scrappy would like.

Me: LOL, I cried when  Iwent on it the first time!

Straw Skeptic: ...

Me: I was a little kid! 

Straw Skeptic: You’re pathetic.

Me: Moving on... Me: So...trns out there are acouple of different Matterhorns aside from the Disneyland ride. There’s one in Europe, one in Nevada...interesting...

Me: Oh, and that reminds me! Next!

Me: The Scrappy-Doo Flashback. When I was a kid it traumatized me to see my character in such a way...it still kind of does. But look at the sign! Yucca Flats! SS: So, I heard that that was a reference to the place where Scrappy’s Uncle Yabba lived.  Me: NO! NO! NO! Readers! THIS IS A MYTH! SCRAPPY’S UNCLE DID NOT LIVE IN YUCCA FLATS! 

SS: What makes you so sure?

Me: Easy! Yucca Flat is a nuclear testing ground. Many people got hurt in an accident in 1970′s. Tragic how badly they hated Scrappy in this version.  Also, it had a name... SS: But, wait. This is Yucca Flat without the S!  Me: *Gasp* Scrappy’s mysterious fan has left us another clue! In the form of a B movie, the Beast of Yucca FLATS?! *GASP* And...*Reads Wikipedia summary* Soviet Defector *blah blah blah* all his body guards get shot, awe, sad...Hey, he had a suitcase! I wonder if it was  red like Scrappy’s! Oh, and he turned evil from the nuclear radiation and pets a jack rabbit as he-GARRRGH! WHY IS THIS SO SAD?!  (End of Part 1)