#i love an emo pathetic little guy

[ljesaw]

consider him,

[sykoangels]

movie star

paring: Rodrick Heffley x hyperfemme!reader

warnings: oral sex (f! Receiving) , sex tapeunprotected sex

author note: im literally in love with rodrick!!! sooo enjoy this is gonna be feeding my delusions unfortunately

Rodrick Heffley is a character to say the least he could be a bit bitchy, but he was crazy talented. He’s the frontman of the band Loaded Diper a band he created with his friends. Back in freshman year, he was holding auditions for a new guitarist due to the one he had moving overseas. You went to the audition and got in with flying colors. Rodrick wanted something different from the band and you had to look and the talent. Your aesthetic was very different from the rest of the band, but still leaned into the emo aesthetic as well, but not too far off that they would get called posers. You loved wearing fishnets and baby tees, especially ones with crazy sayings on them like “I heart men whimpering” or “#1 gaslighter.” The band was doing well, especially throughout high school but now you're a sophomore in college doing the band on the side for extra money well also studying music technology because you want to become a music producer.

But you were keeping a secret at least from the rest of your bandmates. You and Rodrick have been in a friends-with-benefits relationship for about six months. This came about after the winter tour had concluded. One minute you guys were talking at a Christmas party and the next minute you were bent over a dingy bathroom sink and some random college frat house. You didn’t mind this since you always thought Rodrick was very attractive. If you were honest with yourself, he fit every piece of criteria when it came to your romantic partner. Handsome, tall, musically inclined, and a bit pathetic looking he checked all the boxes. He wasn’t even bad at sex either. Maybe the rumor you heard about rockstars are right they’re really decent in bed. It was getting difficult to hide the friends with benefits relationship since now they are preparing for our summer tour, which means we’re constantly around our band mates each other 24/7 no breaks.

The air was thick with the scent of stale beer and sweat as the last chords of their set reverberated through the dimly lit club. The crowd roared, their voices a mix of excitement and exhaustion after a night of headbanging to Rodrick Heffley's band. You, the lead guitarist, felt the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, your fingers tingling from the rapid-fire strumming. As you stepped off the stage, Rodrick caught your eye from across the room. His smirk was mischievous, a silent acknowledgment of the secret that only the two of you shared. You made your way through the throng of fans and backstage hangers-on, your black micro mini skirt swishing against your thighs, fishnet stockings adding a touch of rebellion to your hyperfeminine style.

"Great set tonight," he said, his voice low as he pulled you into a corner, away from prying ears. "Always," you replied, smiling coyly. "But you know what would make it even better?"Rodrick leaned closer, his eyes dark with intrigue. "What's that?""A little after-party of our own," you whispered, your breath warm against his neck. His hand found yours, fingertips grazing softly. "I like the sound of that."

With a nod, you both knew the plan. You slipped out the back door, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat inside. He quickly made it to the van loading up the instruments before sending a quick text to the under bandmates saying that you didn’t feel good and that you were going back to his place to rest. You guys called a taxi and made it back to Rodrick’s place. The drive to his place was short, the city lights blurring past as you both lost yourselves in the moment.

Inside, the apartment was quiet, the usual clutter of instruments and band posters giving way to an intimate setting. Rodrick pressed you against the wall as soon as the door closed, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his band tee beneath your fingers.

"Wait," you murmured against his lips, pulling back slightly. "I need to remember this moment forever.”

Rodrick nodded, understanding flashing in his eyes. You walked over to the camera set up on its tripod, a sly grin playing on your lips. Flicking it on, you adjusted the angle to capture the both of you perfectly. "Are you ready baby” he asked, his voice husky with desire. You turned to face him, your outfit a stark contrast against the darkness of the room. "More than ready," you breathed, your heart pounding in your chest. Rodrick closed the distance between you, his hands gentle as they cupped your face. His lips met yours again, this time with a tenderness that spoke of deeper emotions hidden beneath the surface. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the hardness of his body against yours. "You look so fucking pretty babe," he murmured, his gaze tracing every inch of your exposed skin.

"thank you baby" you whispered back, your fingers trailing down his chest to the button of his jeans. With a deft flick, you undid it, sliding the zipper down slowly, deliberately. Rodrick groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Fuck, I need you so bad," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. You smiled, a thrill running through you at his words. "Show me," you challenged, your eyes daring him to go further.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Rodrick lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the couch. The camera captured every moment, the lens focusing on your intertwined bodies with an unflinching gaze. Settling you down, Rodrick knelt between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands were reverent as they explored your body, peeling away layers of clothing with careful precision. You gasped as his fingers found the edge of your panties, slipping beneath the delicate fabric to tease you.

"Rodrick," you whimpered, your head falling back as pleasure surged through you. "that’s it good girl" he hushed, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. "Let me hear you." You obeyed, biting your lip to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape. Rodrick’s mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue darting out to taste you, sending waves of sensation crashing over you. You gripped the cushions beneath you, your body arching towards him, seeking more.

"Fuck yes” you moaned, your voice breaking the silence. "Oh fuck yes " Rodrick chuckled, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "You like that, huh?" “ I love it oh fuck” you admitted, your eyes fluttering shut as he continued his ministrations. The camera watched silently, capturing your expressions of pleasure, the way your body writhed under Rodrick’s skillful touch. You could feel the heat building within you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until you thought you might explode.

"Rodrick," you cried out, your voice raw with need. "Please, I need—" He didn’t let you finish. Rising to his feet, Rodrick positioned himself above you, his eyes burning with desire. You reached for him, guiding him inside you, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. You both shuddered, a symphony of sighs and moans filling the room as you moved together, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge."Look at you," Rodrick panted, his forehead resting against yours. "So thirsty for my fucking cock like some groupie whore”

You nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "yes your groupie whore," you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper. As the climax approached, the tension coiled tighter and tighter within you, until finally, it snapped. You cried out his name as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Rodrick followed soon after, his own cry mingling with yours as he spilled himself inside you, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. As the afterglow of their passionate encounter began to fade, you and Rodrick lay entangled on the couch, the camera still recording your every breath. The room was filled with a mixture of scents—the musky aroma of sweat mingled with the faint hint of your perfume, creating an intoxicating blend that seemed to encapsulate the intensity of the moment

[ghxstyfae]

Headcannons of johnnie x strawberry shortcake/ sanrio obsessed reader ! How would their relationship be when they have completely different aesthetics? How does johnnie deal with all the pink???

(Also I love your work sm!!)

Strawberry Shortcake ☆ J.Guilbert

Warnings: n/a

Synopsis: ask

Taglist: @sunflowerleii @dreamcastgirl99

Note: Thankyou so much for the ask Nonnie!! You're the sweetest

You probably met at hot topic accidentally

You was looking for a cinnamonroll plushie and he was filming another shopping video with jake.

You accidentally bump into him and compliment his hair. At first he thinks your just kinda fucking with him

He compliments your outfit too (im thinking something like this, this, or something w these pants)

Jake asks if they can record you and even invites you to film with them for the day, noticing Johnnies immediate crush

You accepts and they film a little introduction for the viewers, and then spend the whole day together, Johnnie being disgustingly adorable w you

You exchange contact info and they walk you to your pink buggy

Johnnies stalking your insta the whole time they walk to Jakes car and getting in the car

Jakes laughing at him the whole way home from how pathetic he was

Constantly stands out when hes sitting on your bed, surrounded by pink blankets and hundreds of fluffy plushies (note)

He knows you lov having fresh flowers, so its routine to buy you a new boquet every saturday. On a couple occasions he got you these sanrio boquets

He likes how easy it is to separate your clothes after a night out (you both throw your things everywhere, but he knows anything dark is his)

When your feeling upset, whiny, or especially your period, hell watch sanrio, strawberry shortcake, monster high, barbie, and even powerpuff girls

Jake has posted pictures to his story, catching the big bad emo curler up with his frilly gf watching Strawbery Shortcake under a pink blankie

He really doesnt mind though

Corruption kink goes brr

All dolled up in pink, pretty and delicate just for him

He would definitely let you tie black bows on his hair, and maybe let you tie one around his 🥜🍆 if u ask nicely

The fans think you guys are adorable

You make videos a lot of baking, shopping, doing your makeup, etc, qne they love when Johnnies helping out (its so adorably out of character)

He loves the pink tho lowkey turns him on

Im sorry its so short sweetheart:( ♡

[inamagicalhallucination]

ok atsushi has cute aggression for akutagawa

and it comes out at weird times like:

akutagawa, during his and atsushi’s watch-kids-shows night: wait what animal is pink panther supposed to be

atsushi, reaching over and pinching his cheeks: ur so stupid! yes u are! so cute ! i could eat u up!!

akutagawa, blank faced: do you mind

/

akutagawa coming home covered in blood: i didn’t kill anyone

atsushi, reaching over to pinch his nose: ur the most precious little weirdo i love u so much

akutagawa:

/

higuchi: akutagawa si- sir are those bites????

tachihara: woah someone’s getting freaky ;)

akutagawa: *wondering how to explain that his boyfriend told him he looked like a bug and then bit him*

/

atsushi, looking at bug eyed vampire emo guy akutagawa: i want him forever

//

atsushi when akutagawa looks clean, handsome, put together:

atsushi when akutagawa looks like a bug eyed pathetic wet little stinky creature:

wait what was this post supposed to be about

[loserlvrss]

.. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 & 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘 ( 한.𝐇𝐉 )

( 一月 ). ──junhan moves a lot when you do his nails, but maybe it was on purpose. 한형준 &fem!rea. ⟡ drabble, fluff warn. language, petnames wc : 607HUN 노트 dedicated to mei ꣑ৎ ty for beta :3

You pried his fingers apart, earning a laugh. Then you groaned in response to his amusement at your struggling. He was touching his phone, and you were scared that the dark polish would transfer onto places it shouldn’t be. However, Hyeongjun didn’t mind much as long as it got him more time with you. 

“Baby,” You whined, almost annoyed, but not really, “Stop moving too much.”

“I’m just trying to change the song,” He replied, “I know you wanna listen to Lana.” 

You smiled slightly, trying to hide it—you loved having an attentive boyfriend who heard you singing Brooklyn Baby earlier. “You changed it two songs ago,” You commented, though not complaining anymore as the familiar guitar strings started to echo. “You just want to hear me sing, well, my boyfriend’s in a band again, don’t you?” 

He stopped moving, and you focused on precisely following the shape of his nail-bed with the brush. He watched for a moment before speaking up, “yeah, actually, I do.”

You recalled listening to the song when you were younger, always dreaming of having a boyfriend in a band—pathetically, and a little, clichely—or one that, at least, played an instrument. The movies made it look so romantic, and you envied the preppy girl who always got the guy in the end.

You couldn’t help having a type.

“Oh-oh!” He moved his hand away, the brush swiping against his cuticle. “Look what I learned!”

You protested his excitement with irritation, “Wait a sec—Jun,” However he didn’t stop, applicator wand hanging pathetically in the air as you stared up at him, “Hyeongjun, you’re like a child who can’t sit still…which is ironic because I literally barely see you move.” You eyed him as you put said applicator back in the tiny glass jar, “If you’re just gonna keep making me mess up, I’m not gonna do them for you anymore.”

He paused getting up, mid-way in the air, his eyebrows coming together in the middle. “What? Why?” He mimicked being hurt, hands clutching the table. “You wouldn’t actually, right? Who would I—who would you match with then?”

“Stop moving then, baby,” He was right, you enjoyed matching; in more ways than just nails. “We could’ve been done by now.”

He pouted, and it finally hit you. He kept messing up his own nails because he didn’t want you to finish them quickly. You were his little sense of peace, the eye to his life that sometimes felt like a hurricane. He didn’t want you to close the glass jar because he didn’t want the moment to end, ever. He loved spending time with you even more than he did playing his guitar. He could spend hours on hours on hours getting scolded if it meant he got even five more minutes with you. He always dreaded the moment he had to leave you. And he knew you did too.

So, you both knew you’d let him use up all your nail polish remover, even if you fronted like you didn’t find it endearing.

In reality, you were lucky he liked matching his nails to yours, because you liked doing them, even if he (purposefully) moved a lot.

He didn’t heed the warnings of falling in love, but if you were the risk, then he was willing to take it.

“Hey, y/n,” He trailed off before sitting back down in the chair and outstretching his unfinished hand to you, “Do you think you could do my makeup next?”

You smiled at his question, “Only if you let me make you emo as hell, Junnie.”

He couldn’t help it, really, you were alluring and addicting.

© loserlvrss 2025. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

networks : @blossomnet @starlit-network @k-films @kstrucknet

taglist : @slytherinshua @saxytalks @mystarsohee @seomisaho @jihyokat @oc3anfloor @soubeomies | fill out form to be added.

back to masterlist !

[br4inr0tx]

moving on, here’s a matchup for @karusenka !

tw - toxic relationships, snuff films, torture, Vincent being an emo alpha furry.

Your Price of Flesh matchup is… REN HANA !!

• I’ll be real with you, I would’ve given you Ren for both of them but since he’s in both games I just gave you a runner up for BTD. I couldn’t think of anyone else in TPOF that you would really get along with in the slightest.

• Anyway, the reason why you go with Ren so much is from your interests! He sees a little bit of his old self in you, and now wants to feel the rush Strade had taking away any sanity on you have.

• Not to mention, you said you like them older.

• In this case, you’d quickly become his permanent plaything. In one hand you’ll have guards giving you the proper necessities, but on another you’d be forced to preform on his snuff streams.

• Ren gives you some alone time in your cell room, which eventually he’ll let you decorate with time. However if he needs you for a show, you’re coming out whether you like it or not. So appreciate the alone time you DO get.

• He’s great at praise! If you do something you or he’s impressed by, he’ll call you out with a lot of praise. He also likes to flaunt you sometimes like a mom would to another parent. His praise especially comes into play when you’re streaming with him.

• “At least my Kari can take all these knives in her body! She’s super resilient~”

• He likes hearing you out and listening to you, even if it’s something he disagrees with. He’ll shut you down his own remarks when he’s done though. He does enjoy hearing your pathetic voice anyway.

• He also has twelve year old humor, at a limit due to his age. He will not be spouting Skibidi Toilet shenanigans, though if you do explain it to him he’ll probs think it’s hilarious.

• He’s witty, and quickly picks up on silly mistake you make, and will make fun of you for it.

• He loves watching you cry! There’s nothing more exciting then hear you beg for mercy. You’re already begging him to stop before he’s even hurt you, how cute!

• Surely you can take something small at the very least, like him ripping off a few fingernails..or pulling a tooth perhaps?

• He’s horny on main too. Being a beastkin demon I’d like to think he has insane stamina to make your mind short circuit.

• Be careful if you’re one to openly share your desires though, as he’ll gladly make it into a reality. (Have you seen some of the toys he has? Like damn.)

• Ren is literally a snuff streamer, he loves horror. His horror mostly consist of snuff films though, since you get the realest action. Though I do think he has a soft spot for shitty horror flicks too, just because they get a laugh out of him. (I headcanon him with a wheezy laugh too! It’s so cute <3)

• He really enjoys spoiling you with cute plushies and lingerie. Granted you’re forced to wear all the clothes he gets for you regardless, but he does enjoy cute clothes the most, which you can find solace with.

• He’s always had a soft spot for anime. He loves watching any show, of course having a liking to shows with a more dark themes. As for music, he definitely has a more peppy feel to his music. He listens to scenecore, J-Pop, nightcore and metal. If you vibe with that, then awesome!

• He’s somewhat of a gamer I’m pretty sure. Now that he’s out of Strade’s hands, he definitely plays a lot more games, mostly horror games and shooters. I can definitely see him being a COD or TF2 guy.

• He’ll play games with you if you’re good, and if you keep up your behavior he’ll even buy you a game!

• He finds you so beautiful and cute. He firmly believes every body is perfect in their own way. He often hugs and kisses your chubbier parts. He enjoys the warmth they give off a lot.

• As Ren’s pet, he’ll treat you well, as long as you do his bidding and what he needs from you. Just stay behaved, and he’ll be the lover you desire.

You Boyfriend to Death matchup is… VINCENT METZGER !!

• So, here’s your runner up cause technically you would’ve gotten Ren for this one too lmao.

• Also if I get thing wrong about I’m I’m NOT sorry cause I have a love-hate relationship with this mf. HIS LORE IS SO CONFUSING FOR WHAT?

• I feel like you would make the best match for him, since you’re everything he wants in a submissive little victim. He may not be exactly what you want, but you do enjoy the opposite attract trope, right?

• So, welcome to his pack. 🐺

• He gives you a lot of time alone, especially during the full moon. He can’t control himself then. It’s the same situation with Ren, where if he needs or wants you, you have no choice but to spend as much time with him as he wants.

• He doesn’t like to praise you unless you earn it, most likely by surviving through something grotesque he puts you through.

• You’ll be on his mind though. He likes talking about the different dirty things he wants to put you through.

• You may be funny, but to him I feel like it’s harder to get him to laugh as twelve year old humor. He may laugh at some of your asshole jokes though. He mostly finds you funny from your suffering. You’re so easy to break..

• Sometimes he would like a challenge though, so if you want to make him happy try putting up more of a fight next time.

• Okay, now we’re gunna get really cringe.

• He’s a wolf, and he’s horny on main. He’s a freak, and is into um..questionable things. (Then again we can’t be talking, we’re into serial killers)

• He’s less of a horror guy, and more of just a feral animal. It’s horror in its own right, but a wouldn’t say classic horror. At least you can get that.

• He likes your cute accessories, it makes his heart thump seeing you all dolled up and cutesy. Though he might get overly horny when you’re in those outfits.

• He’s definitely a gamer. He’d especially love it if you sat on his lap while he plays his games. Though I don’t think he’d allow you to play any game unfortunately..

• As for music, he’s definitely a heavy metal guy. Hopefully you can vibe with that as you uppity music.

• You’re very easy to pick up and move around, and he loves it. He doesn’t want you to change.

• I’m sorry you got tied with such an asshole..though honestly it’s what you want, isn’t it?

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

I have a lot of opinions on Shuichi Saihara as a protagonist like on one hand I really liked his arc and think he was a genuinely interesting character and on the other hand the twist in chapter 1 kneecapped a lot of what I thought made him a compelling detective character on top of playing into some sexist tropes but like who cares about that.

What I ACTUALLY want to talk about is the AMAZING energy this guy exudes. He has more eyeliner on than any scene kid from the early 2000's. He's as gaunt as a sheet of paper. He looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over. Probably because he canonically didn't eat breakfast before entering the killing game so somehow the murder teddy bear coliseum has actually IMPROVED his living habits.

Nearly every line of Saihara's dialogue in the Japanese dub makes him sound like he's 5 seconds away from bursting into tears. During some intense moments he does this sprite where he's supposed to be adjusting the brim of his hat in a cool way but after he ditches his hat it just looks like he's doing a really emo peace sign. His character arc is about realizing that he doesn't want to kill himself and the way he resolves the conflict at the end of the game is to turn to the audience and say "You guys all suck. We're going to kill ourselves."

In chapter 6, Shirogane literally says that the concept for his character was her going "Hey what if I made a detective who's just, like, the most pathetic. The most cripplingly depressed poor little meow meow in existence?" He isn't even a poor little meow meow at this point he's like. One of those blind orphans that get run over in those propaganda films from the 40's. He's like if Oliver Twist went through puberty.

All the protags yap a lot but all of Saihara's internal monologue in the Free Time Events makes him sound like a fucking Wattpad fic about getting sold to One Direction. He embodies Komaru Naegi's "uwu im just a normal teenage girl" schtick except unlike Komaru, he'd probably dislocate his ankle running from a Ball Monokuma. Babe at least Makoto Naegi is kind of an extrovert?

He's super smart and observant and when he genuinely makes the effort to investigate the school, he uncovers the mastermind's secret lair on like the second day. And the next time he makes the effort he figures out the mastermind's identity and all of her schemes. Every investigation he looks at the evidence and immediately makes 8 logical leaps and somehow figures out the seesaw zipline toilet paper murder of the week.

But between that he, like, alternates between curling up in a ball and sobbing in his room and curling up in a ball and sobbing in front of Momota and Harukawa so like, it takes him a while to get to it. Kirigiri was busting into boys' washrooms and sneaking into secret off-limits dorms and throwing herself down trash chutes. Meanwhile Saihara sees the girls' washroom and is like "Hhhhhhhh I can't go in there that's cooooooooties" and needs The Power Of Friendship to, like, push over rubble or smth.

Like, oh man, he's a great character and he does get marginally more confident but, like, I think this dude runs on nothing but coffee and anxiety. He probably doesn't get more than 3 hours of sleep a night between Momota's midnight hangouts and whatever the hell the love hotels and the Monokuma theatres are all about. Say what you want about his role in the game but he's definitely a unique protagonist because I didn't think someone like him could narrate for a chapter without having a seizure. He looks like he has tuberculosis. MORE than the guy in the game who actually has tuberculosis.

[bubba-luz]

What do you think about the One Piece live action show?

(I just suffered through most of it with my sibling and I actually shed a tear or two)

At first I really loved it! But then as the weeks went by the honeymoon phase was over and I started noticing things and thinking about things. Safe to say I’m not really a fan of the LA anymore. It could have been worse honestly with the track record of Netflix and live action adaptations in general [the wigs oh god the wigs]. Also on the topic of adaptation I’d say OPLA is more of an interpretation of the original manga than it is a one on one adaptation.

I think the cast is great, they do look the part. But the characterizations of the LA is well…not the manga one. I had forgotten what happened in the EB arc at that time, but I started rewatching the anime and the changes are even more jarring. In the LA, Luffy isn’t as confident as he is in the manga, he clearly shows doubt in his abilities and sometimes needs someone else to help him up and get his head on straight. I think the only true time that happens in the manga us when Jinbē has to tell him to get himself together after losing Ace and his crew, most of the time Luffy doesn’t really need to ponder and go “oh gosh what should I do here?😣” he mostly just does things without thinking or improvises mid-battle.

Zoro. Zoro Zoro Zoro. Roronoa Zoro. Why are you not a complete loser? OPLA Zoro is what men in the fandom think Zoro is, a stoic no nonsense cool guy who fights with swords. He’s just so emo. But he’s not. The concept alone of fighting with a sword in your mouth and calling it three sword style is ridiculous itself. This is pre-timeskip too, Zoro is always goofy, but he was even more silly when he was 19, this is the same man who tried to cut off his own legs and started posing when he realized he wasn’t getting out. Why was he so serious all the time. Also the Kunia story did not hit as well as in the manga, like I really didn’t give a fuck 😭.

Oh Nami…Nami…To me Nami felt a bit…mean to me? And yes even before Arlong Park she chastises the boys, but it never feels like genuine dislike. I really think LA Nami wanted to leave their asses 😭. There was no whimsicalness in her heart, TOO MUCH ANGST in this one. And why on Earth would they change her storyline with the Village, the townspeople know Nami is only working for Arlong to buy back their Village, the LA approach of them not knowing was completely unnecessary conflict😭.

Usopp was done dirty, I know Syrup Village isn’t a lot of people’s favorite arc but it was Usopp’s arc. So tell me why he does nothing the whole time! And why is Zoro’s back story in the middle of USOPP’S arc. They even took his little kid crew…

rip Merry.

Sanji…ooohohohohoh Sanji. Sanji. SANJI. What do you mean the eyebrows wouldn’t work because they’re “too silly” you’re main character is a rubber man and the other fights with three swords what do you mean TOO SILLY. You had a man with cat whiskers fuck you. Tiny swirls would’ve worked. Why was he obsessed with oregano 😭 The showrunner said they toned down his pervertedness and made him more flirty but it just felt…uncomfortable. Like Nami was genuinely UNCOMFORTABLE. They did the exact opposite of what they tried to do. Baratie Sanji was already a flirt, in his little pathetic “step on me mommy” Sanji way, and Nami used that to her advantage she wasn’t uncomfortable in the manga. The Don Krieg pirates were taken out, so we don’t get Gin and Sanji’s kindness on full display. Sanji doesn’t even WITNESS Zoro fight Mihawk which is what made him want to go set out to find the All Blue in the first place. Why don’t Zeff and Sanji have genuine chemistry😭. Sanji throwing a tantrum at Zeff was soooooo funny, literally what was that, it happened so suddenly 😭. My friend told me the showrunner said his fave arc was Baratie but he only ever talks about MIHAWK 😭, it’s SANJI’s arc bro.

And also the showrunner thinks the romance dawn trio are the main characters when…they’re not😭? Maybe before Usopp joined, but after?…no all the strawhats are the main characters hello. Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, Robin, Franky, Brook, Jinbē. I don’t have high hopes for S2, and I probably won’t watch it either.

Edit: OPLA Sanji feels like a heterosexual man. He only tops women and doesn’t fuck or get fucked by men.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

Cross

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️😇🧸👻🎶👽💤🦾💝🫂💔 🪢📓👗🔪🌟🥇🍫🎭❤️‍🔥💄🖕😸😬😭😶

Have fun <3

i just know you're trying to kill me with this......+

cross

🏳️‍🌈 - a sexuality headcanon he's bisexual, your honor (this is canon anyway). specifically a disaster bisexual. he likes women who can kick his ass and pathetic loser men.

🏳️‍⚧️ - a gender headcanon why are you even asking me this? he's trans the skeleton 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

😇 - a headcanon about their religion/lack thereof i think he's an atheist. i mean, how would he believe in gods when he lived with one with the biggest god complex of all?

🧸 - a headcanon about their childhood forgive me i haven't read the comics yet... but he does strike me as the type of kid who hogs the slides on the playground idk why.

👻 - a headcanon about what scares them alright mr. scared-of-cows, do you by any chance also refuse to step foot on a farm because the chickens mauled you once?

🎶 - a headcanon about music emo guy listens to emo music 🫵🫵 (don't ask me which bands specifically because my taste in music is horrible and horribly limited *cough cough kpop cough cough*)

👽 - a headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs might be a fever dream of mine, but i distinctly remember that he wears his fuckass scarf-jacket thingy thing before putting on his boots... like... sit down emo baby, let me teach you how to dress the correct way unless you want to accidentally suffocate yourself...

💤 - a headcanon about their sleep he's a light sleeper, from all the training he has. i also think he's the type to sleep upside down in the bed too.

🦾 - a disability headcanon there's no fucking way this guy is not vision-impaired or colorblind in some way. maybe he's color-agnostic (is that the word) - basically he can see colors but his brain cannot tell them apart or identify what color he's seeing.

💝 - a headcanon about their love language isn't he the type to gift people he admires a lot? i think he'd shower people with little trinkets and gifts, having them keep a piece of him with them in their everyday life.

🫂 - a friendship headcanon i think his friendship with frisk is kinda cute. though i imagine it's especially hard for him to make friends after all that x-event debacle. he's gonna be super cautious about people around him from now on, constantly worried about the instance they turn on him.

💔 - an angsty headcanon is the previous statement angsty enough...? or do you want me to link to the "cross gets bullied by the mtt" series to show how gullible he can be under authority figures in his life.

🪢 - a headcanon about their family oh, i think cross is so fucked when it comes to his feelings about his family. even with all the shitty things that happen, he can't help but still want approval and love from them, xgaster most of all. of course xgaster only sees cross' outbursts as a simple "rebellious phase", because that's all cross will be to him - his child.

📓 - a headcanon about their hobbies i think i kinda like the headcanon (maybe canon?) that he bakes. he's probably a decent self-taught baker too.

👗 - a headcanon about their clothes EMOOOOOOOO!!! i need cross to wear them skinny jeans too - it's gonna be hilarious watching him struggle to fight in them (skinny jeans my beloathed).

🔪 - a headcanon relating to fighting/violence as an ex(?)-soldier with probable ptsd, i think he'd struggle with violence a lot. he's not as trigger-happy as murder, but he's not as composed/restrained as killer either. he gets jumped easily, and it's a 50/50 on whether he'll pull his swords or not. it's gonna take a while to train that instinct/reflex out of him.

🌟 - a headcanon about their desires/wishes bro just wants to go back to the way things were (probably not canon though lol). i think he's... nostalgic for the time he doesn't know anything. ignorance is bliss and all that.

🥇 - a headcanon about what they’re best at idk why but babysitting is the first thing to come to my mind. though that's probably not good, or at least contradicting with my violence headcanon somewhat lol. i just think he's the type to be good (or semi-good) with kids. boy-failure needs a win somehow.

🍫 - a headcanon about food he's not canonically lactose intolerant but it would be funny if he was. one more reason to hate cows.

🎭 - a headcanon about what they lie about his tinder profile. next question.

❤️‍🔥 - a romantic headcanon i would make everyone be on the aromantic spectrum eventually and now cross is on the chopping block. demi-romantic for you, boy-failure. i think he's the type to be enamored with others easily but also over time he'd just realize they'd be better as non-romantic partners. his crush is intense but it burns out fast.

💄 - an appearance headcanon he's very well-groomed with whatever resources he has. it's no good being a slob or looking like one - that's what he was taught.

🖕 - a headcanon relating to anger oh yeah he has anger issues alright. more therapy for you.

😺 - an animal related headcanon not totally animal-related or a headcanon, but i'd love to see cross going to farmtale and have an aneurysm upon seeing the cow-shaped gaster blasters lmao.

😬 - a headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done his backstory.........

😭 - a headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them also his backstory..........

😶 - a random headcanon! i answered too much now so i shan't give you one.

[sunflowers-and-scales]

hey!! i draw stuff (and write too. sometimes) :))

u can call me sunny if you like (and i’ll take requests//suggestions but only sfw pls :0)

also pls talk to me abt:

persona 3 and 4

ace attorney (!!!!)

hunterxhunter

animal crossing

tomodachi life (do ppl still play this)

pokémon

slay the princess (!!!!!)

the owl house

spiderverse

the dragon prince

disastrous life of saiki k

deltarune (a little)

other stuff probably too idk what all of my interests have been ever

i put oc art under the tag #sunflowers and scales

if you want to draw them (pls i will love you forever) you can do the same :D

v oc info under here v

main oc intro stuff!! (feel free to skip this, but i draw them a lot so in case ur interested)

from left to right:

ryu:

little sheltered rich kid boy & ambulatory wheelchair user. he lives in a big beige mini mansion on a coastal cliff and is perpetually bored until ian breaks into his home and drags him on an adventure. he’s also kind of part fish (though my ocs have an elemental system so i guess it’s “water element” technically lol)

he enjoys: rain, cats, his friends, the color blue, video games, alone time

he does not enjoy: the color beige, yelling, crowded public spaces, heat, sunburns

ian:

lives in an elemental village taken over by some guy named Duke who also married his mom. he doesn’t know it but he is NOT dukes kid lmao. he’s part plant element, part air element (harpy basically) (hence the shiny silly wings) and he gets kicked out for being the product of an affair whereupon he breaks into ryu’s home and is like “hey help me find my mom again pls”. he is the pathetic wet dog to ryu’s pathetic wet cat.

he enjoys: sunny days, light showers, his friends, sewing

he does not enjoy: fire, small enclosed spaces, extremely coarse dirt

kei:

is ian’s older half brother and is the more emo of the two. he’s part plant-element and part fire-element and can manipulate fire though cannot prevent burns like a typical fire element. he gets wrecked by duke on numerous occasions for trying to have an opinion and/or existing (todoroki/zuko dupe). dw they get him eventually. he’s also shorter than ian and mad about it.

he enjoys: green tea, the beach, studying biology, ample relaxation time

he does not enjoy: loud voices, being alone, not being able to swim, fire hazards

alyce:

part of a second elemental village, this one ruled by her father (and ian’s father (gasP)) who’s an air element (so is she). in line to rule until ian shows up and her dad’s cringe so he gets the throne by default. he does not want it. also their dad gets burned to death three minutes later but that’s kinda irrelevant. she’s extremely well organized and tolerant but also has talons and knows how to use them.

she enjoys: archery, recreational diving, nighttime, quiet

she does not enjoy: cats, molting season, people who talk and/or chew too loud

[a-crochet-spider]

Matthew Patel headcanons but I'm vaguely mean about it

I really do love him you guys I swear the brainrot is real

• Talks in all caps all the time. He does not know what the word chill means and he never intends to learn.

• Very expressive, especially with body language. Has hit people in the face because of his gesturing and doesn’t apologize.

• As he is a very intense person, his feelings towards people are also very intense, so he is either completely enamored with someone or hates their guts, no in between.

• Sure, he’s super over the top most of the time, but privately he’s the most pathetic sopping wet cat of a man you’ll ever have the (dis)pleasure of meeting.

• His music taste is evenly divided between musicals and 2000s emo music (it was not just a phase and he didn’t grow out of it). He also won't listen to anything else no matter how hard you try to make him.

• He likes Mindless Self Indulgence a lot

• He either dresses in suits or like a homeless teenager. Again, no in between.

• He knows how to knit but if you ever walk in on him doing it he will yell at you to leave (and maybe apologize later for yelling if he likes you).

• Feral bisexual, obviously.

• He’s a trophy husband for sure. He hated being a CEO, he hates working, he just wants to either put on his silly little musicals or stay home.

• He puts so much product in his hair to keep it the specific way he likes it. During the day it’s very crunchy.

• On the topic of personal hygiene, he is extremely on top of taking care himself. It takes him an hour to get ready to go anywhere. His eyeliner is put on with unbelievable care. He picks out most of his outfits with a very specific ideal in mind. He probably has a skin care routine.

• He probably smells nice too. He uses a normal cologne, but it’s probably wildly overpriced and smells really good.

• Quality time is his love language.

• He’s obviously extremely confident in himself but specifically when he knows he’s in charge. If there’s any doubt he will trip tf up.

• Probably knows how to cook. He can and will brag about this.

• Has had a Tumblr blog since middle school where he posts all of his theatre kid brainrot. Nobody knows about this except Ramona, who has graciously not told anyone yet.

• The LIGHTEST sleeper ever. The tiniest thing will wake him up. If you slightly nudge him while he’s asleep he wake up instantly.

• Only likes touch from specific people or if he initiates it first. Anything else results in someone getting physically injured.

• He is incapable of sitting like a normal person. He just bends himself in so many weird ways that he’ll end up taking up the whole sofa if he isn’t stopped.

[ktwritesstuff]

The Babysitter (a Last of Us fanfic) pt. 1

Title: The Babysitter Fandom: The Last of Us Rating: PG (Later chapters will be explicit) Characters & Pairings: Joel Miller x Reader Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: Sarah's babysitter has a thing for Joel. Lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl, The Last of Us's number one fangirlie. <3

Part 1 (below cut) | Part 2 (posted 2/2) | Part 3 (posted 2/6) | Part 4 (posted 2/10) | Part 5 (posted 2/14) | Part 6 (posted 4/2) | Part 7 (posted 7/29) | Part 8 (posted 5/13)

Austin 2002

“Hey, Sweetpea!”

You looked up at the sound of your childhood nickname, not sure right away who was calling for you.  In a small town familiarity was de rigueur.  You went to school with people referred to exclusively as Cooter, Biggie, and Ears, so it could have been worse. 

You were waiting for the bus just outside the school cafeteria when your brother, Paul, came over in his football uniform.  He almost never talked to you at school, so you figured he wanted something.  He was old for his grade and had made the varsity team as a sophomore; your parents were over-the-moon.  In your opinion, it had gone to his head.

“You have a dollar?  I want to get a gatorade before practice.”

“Here,” you dug through your purse and fished out your last dollar, rolling your eyes as he sprinted off toward the vending machines without so much as a thank you.

“We’re going to the mall when Andy gets out of practice, you wanna come?” Your best friend, Cheryl, asked.  

“I can’t,” you said.  “I’m babysitting.”  

“Nah,” your friend Mercedes teased.  “She’s got a hot date with Papi Joel.”

“Oh my God,” Cheryl laughed.  “That’s so messed up, stop it.”

“Yeah, that’s super weird,” you laughed along, hoping they wouldn’t notice the blush rising in your cheeks.

The truth was, you had long-harbored a crush on your handsome neighbor down the block: rugged good looks and soulful brown eyes, hardworking, good with his hands, a loving father, the whole package left you feeling weak in the knees.  But you would never say so, not even to your best friend.  As nice as it was to daydream about, you knew it could never happen and admitting it would just make you look desperate and pathetic.

“Seriously though,” Mercedes insisted.  “If you had to pick a dad, he’s primo DILF material.”

“JJ’s dad is kinda hot,” Tina said, stubbing out her joint on the sidewalk ramp.

“JJ’s dad isn’t hot,” Mercedes corrected.  “He just lets us party in his barn–besides, clearly Mr. Miller has ulterior motives. What 12 year old still needs a babysitter?”

It was true, Sarah was getting a little old for a sitter, but Joel still asked you to keep an eye on her.  You figured he wanted her to have another girl to talk to.  Someone older and wiser she could confide in about bullies, to go shopping with her, and teach her how to use a tampon.  On paper, you were a certified good-influence: a church-going honors student, marching band, a literal Girl Scout.  

Joel couldn’t afford to pay you much, but he was a good guy.  He kept your favorite snacks in the house and gave you rides when your daddy wouldn’t let you use the Jeep; last summer he had installed a phone jack in your room so you could have your own line.  More than that, Sarah was actually a pretty cool kid; you liked hanging out with her.

“Seriously, Mercedes,” you warned.  “I know you’re just fucking around, but you can’t talk like that.  Not at school.  That’s the kind of shit that got Mr. Spaden put on a watchlist.” 

“That and flashing sixth period APUSH,” Mercedes laughed.   

“He’s like a widower, right?”  Tina asked.  “Kind of emo.”

Your brow furrowed.  

“I don’t know,” you admitted.  “They don’t really talk about Sarah’s mom.”

“I mean, she has to be dead, right?” Cheryl said.  “What kind of mom would just abandon her kid like that?”

You shrugged.  “Maybe that’s why they don’t talk about her.”   

The Millers’ house was just two streets over from yours.  At 4pm you met Sarah at her bus stop and walked her home.  

“So how was school?” you asked.  

Sarah shrugged.  “You know, it’s school.”

You wrapped an arm around Sarah, giving her an encouraging squeeze as you walked.  

“Guess what I brought,” you said, reaching into your bag for your copy of Clueless on dvd.  “We can make popcorn and paint our nails, give you a little makeover.  What do you think?”

“Sounds good,” Sarah leaned into you. “As long as you use real butter this time.  None of that diet crap that gave me the shits.”  

“Well excuse me,” you rolled your eyes.  “Not all of us can be effortlessly thin.”  

You ordered pizza–an indulgence, but Joel insisted on treating when he had to work late–and put on the movie.  By the time the credits rolled your mani-pedis had time to set, so you brought out your makeup bag and let Sarah pick out a CD to put in the stereo–some twangy duet.  A man and a woman singing along to a surprisingly cheerful tune.

Bye bye love, bye bye happiness Hello loneliness, I think I’m gonna cry…

“What happened to Destiny’s Child?” you asked.

“Nothing,” Sarah stuck her tongue out.  “It’s one of my dad’s.”

You knew Sarah had more alternative sensibilities–even more than yours–and sometimes struggled to fit in.  She didn’t shop at Hollister and Abercrombie, she didn’t have straight hair and pencil-thin eyebrows.  She didn’t even have a traditional family.  Everyone wanted to belong somewhere, but you hoped with a little guidance, Sarah could avoid some of the pitfalls you had faced in high school and figure out she didn’t have to change herself for the sake of others.

“You don’t have to like something just because your dad does,” you said as Sarah took a seat on the carpet beside you.  “You have to decide for yourself–make your own way in the world.”  

“For your information,” Sarah said.  “Loretta Lynn is very punk.”

“Alright, punk,” you laughed.  “We can work with that.”

You gave Sarah a mirror to hold as you dusted her eyelids with sparkly blue shadow and showed her how to apply pencil to her waterline.  

“You’re pretty enough as it is,” you said, dipping a brush into the blush to apply on the apples of her cheeks.  “We’re just enhancing your natural beauty.”

Sarah shifted her seat, her brows furrowing with tension.

“How do you find somebody,” she asked.  “Someone you like and let them know you want to get to know them.”

“I’m sorry, honey, I think I’m the wrong person to ask,” you said with a laugh.  “I haven’t had much luck in that department.  Just be yourself, anyone who doesn’t appreciate that isn’t worth your time.”  

“There aren’t any boys you like at school?”  

“To be honest, high school boys are pretty gross,” you said.  “Why, is there someone you’re interested in?”

“Do you like my dad?”  Sarah blurted out.

You froze; the hairs on the back of your neck prickling.

“What?  Are you being funny?” you forced a laugh, setting down your makeup brushes.  Your ears burned red.  “Of course I like your dad.  He’s super nice.”

“No, I mean do you like him like him,” Sarah pressed.  “Do you think he’s cute…”

“He’s a good looking man,” you stammered, hoping it sounded like it was the first time this had occurred to you.  “You know, for a grown up.”

“He doesn’t have anybody,” Sarah frowned.  “Doesn’t go out..Meet people…Date.  If he’s a good guy and girls think he’s cute.  It’s gotta be me, don’t you think?  I’m the reason he’s alone.”

“Oh Sarah,” you sighed, taking her hands.  “It’s not you.  And even if it were, you’re worth it.  Your daddy loves you more than anything–I wish my parents had half as much interest in my life as your dad has in yours.  You are amazing; you have such a good heart.  So you can’t think like that, okay?  You are enough.  You are everything.”

Sarah nodded and you dabbed her eyes with a tissue before her mascara started running.  

“Come here, let me put on the finishing touch.” You swiped peach-flavored gloss across her lips.  “What do you think?”

“I look different,” she said, observing her reflection in the little compact mirror.  “I think I like it.”  

“You should keep this one,” you said, handing her the lip gloss.  “Color looks better on you.”

Sarah held the tube of gloss in both hands and finally cracked a smile.

“It’s getting late.  You go wash up before bed, alright,” you told her.  “You want to take a bubble bath?  I brought Warm Vanilla Sugar.” 

You waited downstairs while Sarah cleaned up; she changed into her pjs and was in bed by 10:30.  You nodded off on the couch for a bit until Joel came in a little after 11.

“Hey, Sweetpea, thanks for staying,” Joel said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling a $20 out of his wallet for you.  “I really appreciate it.”

He looked tired.  In your half-dozing state, you wondered what it would be like to be the one he came home to at night.  To greet him at the door with a beer and a kiss.  To curl up on the couch together for movie nights with Sarah nestled between you.  To have someone to take care of and someone to take care of you.

“Yeah, of course,” you yawned, rubbing your eyes.  “She’s been good as gold.  Just got to bed about a half hour ago.”

“Let me just say goodnight and I’ll give you a ride home,” Joel said, heading up the stairs.  

You gathered your things while Joel tucked in Sarah.  He grabbed his keys and ushered you outside.  He opened the passenger side door of his truck for you to climb in.  

Joel started up the car and pulled out of the driveway.  His hand was resting on the gearshift.  You stretched, letting your hand brush against his.  He pulled away like you had burned him.  

“Your hands are freezing,” he said, reaching for the heater, turning the dial all the way up.  “It’ll warm up in a minute, put your hands up to the vent.”  

You drew your hands back into your lap, sitting stock-still and ashamed as Joel turned the car at the end of the cul de sac.   

“So how’s school going?” Joel asked, breaking the silence.

“Pretty good,” you nodded.

“You thinking about college, or–”

“Right now, UT Austin,” you said.  

“That’s a great school,” Joel said.  “Close to home.”  You watched a muscle in his jaw flex.

“It’s a guaranteed scholarship once I finish my Gold Award,” you said.  “I’m building a rosary garden for the church.”  That was if the stupid council ever approved your damn project.  Even after you had planted and mulched and hauled paving stones and gravel, they kept insisting you needed to do more.  Apparently anything less than solving world hunger fell short of their expectations–and yet the Eagle Scouts got all the prestige? 

“I remember, you were working on that the last time you came over,” he said.  “How’s it going?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you might let me borrow some tools,” you said.  “I’m building a pergola, you know, to shade the Blessed Virgin.”

You chuckled and Joel chuckled.

“Yeah, absolutely,” he said.  “Can’t let the Blessed Virgin get heat stroke, right?”

“I really appreciate it,” you said, glancing sideways at him.  “My daddy’s kind of useless.”

“Your daddy’s a good man,” Joel said sternly as he turned the truck down your street.  “A good man.”

“I know.”  You stared out the window.  Your father had helped the Millers out after Tommy got arrested at Benji’s drive in for decking some guy for calling him a wetback.  But clearly Joel had never seen your daddy drunk.  “I just wouldn’t trust him around power tools.”

Joel stopped the car along the curb at the end of your driveway.  You held your breath as he reached over you to unlatch the door and push it open.  

“You go on now,” he instructed.  “I’ll watch you get in the door.” 

“Goodnight, Mr. Joel,” you said, sliding down from the seat of the truck.  You were keenly aware of his eyes on your back as you made your way down the driveway.  

You paused with your key in the front door, looking back down the drive before you stepped inside.  Joel was still waiting; you waved at him and he smiled back before shifting the car into gear as you closed the door.

[erch0maii]

thoughts on the dragon prince s7, in no particular order (spoilers!)

about the bad guys

- i weirdly missed viren this season. never realized how much he brought to this show until he wasn't in it anymore. him and claudia are some of the best things about the dragon prince, in my humble opinion

- speaking of which: oh. my. god. claudia. i love her. that look with the dragonscale and the short black-and-white hair? absolutely stunning. gorgeous. iconic. unprecedented. did i mention i love her??? the nuance to her character is still so good. she never became a stereotypically evil villain and never lost her quirkiness, and i am so glad for it!!! she's still the perfect mixture between dark and loving, symbolizing the greatest thing about this story.

- i still miss early seasons aaravos. he went from a clever, charming schemer to evil laughing and taunting in season 4 and they never managed to recover the magic from that early dynamic he had with viren. i miss the nuance of the trickster. he was far more engaging as an antagonist then. i wished they kept going down that path. i wish he kept sweet talking people instead of taunting and mocking them. i wished he stayed more reasonable / pragmatic, especially considering this show is so big on talking out conflicts. he could have been redeemed, maybe. he could have been less cocky - after centuries of scheming he should have a million backups but he was so overly confident and why? i'll forever be sad about the direction they went in with him.

- speaking of aaravos: his pathetic emo scrunkly sickly victorian man persona had me FEASTING. what an aesthetic. ICONIC.

- terry. oh terry. such a great character. following his own path and his own values, and never hesitating to do what is the right thing in his own moral framework. best boy. wholesome. also: incredible 'hello, zuko here' reference. never change terry. i love you.

- glad karim got fucked. slimy little asshole deserved all of that and more.

about the good guys

- rayla and callum. glad they got their happy ending. i was never really into the ship, but they both deserve to be happy. i was a huge fan of the domestic 'meet the in-laws' episode that callum had with runaan and ethari. i feel like callum also is one of the most consistent characters of the show, which i really like about him. he has that same mixture of dark and light that you get with claudia. i would have liked to see more of their dynamic, they interact well with each other as two sides of the same coin. doesn't take away the fact that i would have loved seeing callum master more magic.

- runaan and ethari's reunion brought tears to my eyes. i love these elf husbands so much and i'm so glad we got to see so much of runaan. always liked him, and it was great to see him and rayla bicker like they did in s1.

- ezran. oh boy, here we go. to be honest, he didn't have much going for him in my book since i never really liked him, starting from the fact that his voice acting was really grating in the early seasons. yes, he's supposed to be the main character / audience stand-in / the one the kids are supposed to identify with but... he evolved from a kind of annoying 'i can speak to animals and like jelly tarts' baby brother over an at times hypocritical boy king all the way into 'yeah we should get weapons of mass destruction!' ??? do i understand the reasoning behind his decisions here? yeah. but he was completely insufferable for me this season.

-which brings me to aanya. idk what it is about the kid characters in this show. but she's such a non-character as well? iirc she is voiced by the kid of one of the creators or producers and boy the kid didn't really get an attractive role. kinda bland. speaks without saying anything. the "wise" child queen who advices to use weapons as mass destruction as a deterrent. she used to be the voice of reason?? what an example to set to your audience.

about the plot

- honestly i mostly loved the plot. i was at the tip of my seat though the middle of this season and had a couple episodes where i felt like i hadn't taken a breath in over an hour. loved how everything consistenly kept going wrong for the good guys. it made the stakes feel higher and higher. it genuinely felt like the writers got out of the slump after the kind-of-meh middle seasons.

-but the ending... not gonna lie, it really disappointed me. the arch dragons coming in to save the day felt like such an ex machina to me. where is the main characters' agency? where is their role in the resolution? instead we get evil necro avizandum turning good to kill aaravos. yay. cool. and now all the dragons are dead. and aaravos is just gonna come back. awesome.

it could have been SO GOOD. did I expect them to kill a main character? no. but callum deciding to sacrifice himself with runaan's help? wanting to spare rayla of having to off him? rayla having to jump in anyways and showing that she could do what had to be done? 'my heart for xadia'? DELICIOUS. but i knew callum was not going to die.

so it could have come down to ezran. ezran picking up the sword and charging into battle on zym? EPIC AF. he could have been the one to deal the final blow - or zym. imagine the ending for their character arcs. ezran finally stepping in and doing the hard thing, especially since he was going down a darker path this season. zym, cementing himself as a proper arch dragon. we could have gotten some kind of epic transformation showing he fully matured - but apparently i play too much guild wars 2.

would this show really give us ezran killing someone? since aaravos is technically not dead i thought the writers could let this slide. we had already seen claudia kill someone on screen and one of the main characters in the show is an actual assassin. my expectations were too high i guess. ezran needed to stay unsullied. i can't help but compare this show to a:tla and it leaves me with the same bittersweet taste: there's a lot of good things, but in the end, the main character never completed their arc.

[switchbladefightz]

get 2 know me :D

tagged by @andrewblur thank u! :)

nicknames: sasha is technically already a nickname + lots of people have lots of nicknames for me i don't even rmmbr all, but most popular ones are sashi and alex which are those i hate the most rip

zodiac: cancer

height: 166cm / 5'5

fav music: my fav band is mcr :) other than that i'm honestly not super picky about genres. i mostly listen to rock. love it when women scream. lots of pop punk and emo shit unfortunately. also have a thing for 80s thrash metal. sometimes hyperpop scratches my brain right and i think early 10s pop is so good

followers: 40

following: 316

do you get asks: not really. i remake super often bc i have poor impulse control so i haven't really had a consistent enough presence on this site which i'm actually rly sad abt. i'd love to have 10 years of blogging to look back on instead of dozens of deleted and abandoned blogs. ok sorry 4 the tangent anyway -

amount of sleep: when i have work it's like 6 hours max, w uni i aim for 8, and when i have time off (like rn) it's usually 10+

what are you wearing: oversized black shirt and red gym shorts

dream job: i don't really have a dream job anymore tbh! i think i'm pretty okay with what i'm planning to do w my life. my dream job is any job that doesn't suck the soul out of me + i can leave behind after clocking out + pays enough for me to have a comfortable life lol hashtag capitalism

languages: german russian and english. i took latin and spanish in school but i don't rmmbr shit tbh

random fact: in the 1960s hasbro came out w a doll named little miss no name whose whole thing was being sopping wet and pathetic so kids felt sorry for her. she got discontinued pretty quickly afaik but this would have 100% worked on me and i want one so bad (they are like 500 bucks on ebay last i checked)

heres a picture

aesthetic: i love too many diff things and vibes for one cohesive aesthetic but at least my fashion sense is heavily emo/punk/goth/etc inspired like i wouldn't label it as any of these specifically (and i have Opinions on subculture labels especially when determined by fashion) but yeah.

i tag @morbidgf @dykefaggotry @heart2gold @drugstoreperfumed @louisthiccsexyglitteryass if any of u guys wanna do it :D

[cherrie-garden]

Characters We Desperately Want To Look Like (a slideshow)

Even though some of them contradict each other a little bit lmao

Each attached image will have a written version of what's written in the image

Ethan from Spooky Month

Twink goals

Red and black alt aesthetic

Something about him speaks to the trans masc within us

Dyed hair <3

Also shaggy hair being tied up in a small ponytail <3

He is our favorite flavor of man and we need to be that flavor of man

Honestly if we had to choose one character in this list to model our entire visual identity after, it would be Ethan

Ibuki Mioda from Danganronpa

Scene girlie!!

She's so colorful and vibrant and we want to Bleed Neon

Dyed hair part 2 <3

Accessorizing school uniforms? Yes!!!

Piercings and bracelets and cute stockings and and and and

This is one of the few times we'd accept wearing a skirt tbh

Sometimes you wanna dress like your entire personality is Paramour, fight me

Light Yagami from Death Note

Hear me out

He's a plain brunet what else is there to want

Also we shair hair colors! That's something!!

Idk what else to say he's just gender envy in the most normal way possible

And sometimes you just wanna be normal

Also he calls to the burnt out gifted kid sleeping in our bones

Cole from Ninjago

HEAR ME OUT.

Big strong teddy bear

We long to hold the people we love with strong arms like those

Idk man sometimes we long to be a Big Strong Man

Shaggy tied up hair part 2 <3

(Yes I know I'm using fanart here but it proves our point better than Lego Man ever could)

Honestly, this is the least realistic on our list LMAO

Izuru Kamukura from Danganronpa

Just look at him

He's the emo twink of everyone's dreams

We either want short hair or super long hair and there is no in between, can you tell? /silly

Also, pale pretty boy aesthetic

And we're already pale as shit so it's perfect!!

While Hajime isn't on this list, he's an honorary mention

Kazuichi Soda from Danganronpa

Pathetic boy appeal

His fashion sense is Trash but in a good way

Sometimes you just wanna look like the sad pathetic loser boy you are

Also pink!!

We vibe with pink sometimes

Beanies are always a win

(Tbh I think we like him better in blue than yellow)

(His jumpsuit is fucking Piss Yellow, denim blue will always beat piss yellow)

Leon Kuwata from Danganronpa

GIVE ME YOUR WARDROBE SIR

Tbh I think we just desperately want to live his life and become him in any and every way (we have a Leon introject in case you were wondering LMAO)

His jacket?? Hand it over???

Giant safety pin accessory is so real and we wish we had one to put on our jackets

Ignoring the facial hair though

Anyways HIS RINGS we want his rings

And his chain

Lloyd Garmadon from Ninjago

Hear me out part 3 I suppose

Sometimes. Sometimes you wanna be a golden retriever boy

We wanna be his specific brand of cute

Like look at him, he's fucking Cute

The hair style is also part of the appeal

In case you haven't noticed, we love men with mid-length hair

Also his bangs??? GOD he's so gorgeous

We'd do so much to be a gorgeous boy like Lloyd

So. Much.

Selever from Friday Night Funkin' (Mod)

...I can't defend this one tbh

The nonhuman desire to just... be a silly little demon guy

There isn't much more I can say, he's just Gender

Also his outfit? We want that shit

The boots... We would kill for those boots

Tbh he's just black and red part 2

Even though he's more maroon than red

He's babygirl, what can I say

Anyways, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

[lefaystrent]

Me, Myself, and These Guys Who Kinda Look Like Me Ch. 3

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Thomas/The Sides

Summary: It starts with dreams. Then Thomas starts seeing the dream people in the waking world.

Thomas doesn't know how to bring it up to anybody or if he even should at this point.

AKA, Thomas has to acknowledge the six colorful characters in the room, much to their long-awaited delight.

AO3 Link: click here

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thomas comes back to consciousness without realizing he left it.

The room is dark and the TV's volume turned down. A movie plays now, Harry Potter but he's not awake enough to decipher which one. He's seen all of them, loves them all. He owns plenty of merchandise to boot(probably too much merchandise). The familiar trills of music are a lullaby to his sleepy brain.

For a wonderful moment, Thomas can pretend he fell asleep on the couch and nothing weird or bad or potentially mind-altering is going on.

A hand pets at his head sending a jolt of awareness through him. Fingers slip under his bangs, and the coolness is a startling contrast to his heated skin. The rest of Thomas's body catches up and tells him he is freezing and this one thin blanket is not doing enough. He gives a pathetic whimper and a shiver wracks up his spine.

"I think his fever has come back," a low voice says. He's not sure who. The hand presses against his forehead more firmly. "I uh, I think his head feels hot. I'm not used to being able to touch things though, so don't quote me on temperature differences."

"Thomas? You awake kiddo?"

"Uh-uh," Thomas moans in spite. He'd very much like to be back asleep.

Someone snorts and the hand falls away from him quick as lightning. He opens his eyes to see Virgil in the dim light of the TV, blocking his view as he hovers over him. He's on his knees in the spot where Roman last sat, and he's chewing at his lip fiercely.

Thomas eyes his jacket, the thickness of the sleeves, the lines of patchwork sewn in... Would Virgil lend it to him if he asked pathetically enough? It looks very warm and bulky in a way that would be like wearing a cloud.

Virgil rears back a bit, catching his gaze and unable to look away. "You can still see us, right Sanders?"

"Yeah... You're Virgil."

That catches him off guard. It occurs to Thomas that Virgil never formerly introduced himself. Thomas had just picked up on his name at some point from the others talking.

Speaking of the others, he notices Logan, Patton, and Roman huddled over and around him, heads poking over each other almost comically.

"You're still here," he says, a little dumbfounded, a lot tired.

"And you can still see us," Patton says sappily. He's flapping his hands up and down in excitement.

Roman pushes through. "Quick, me next! Do you remember me too?"

Thomas resigns himself to them being strange about him saying their names. "Roman. And Patton and Logan. Where's the other two?"

"Stepped out," Virgil replies. Like last time, Thomas has no idea what that means. He imagines they're out on his front doorstep, just making a phone call. Highly likely. When he continues to stare at Virgil, the emo fidgets with his hoodie-zipper.

"How are you feeling?" Patton interjects before Thomas can gear himself up for a proper questioning.

"Not good," Thomas admits. "Very not good."

"Right, uh, medicine?" Virgil looks left and right as if a bottle of medicine will appear.

Logan pauses him. "First, we should check his temperature. It's important to monitor any major fluctuations."

"I don't have a thermometer," Thomas mumbles. "I had one, don't know where anymore. It probably ran away. "

"Your life is in shambles, man," Roman muses.

"I know."

"Then we will have to use means by comparison." Logan sits on the edge of the coffee table. During Thomas's sleep, he had stretched out on the couch and taken a lot of the room to sit. No, he will not feel guilty about that. "Thomas, how do you feel now on a scale of one to ten?"

"Negative zero."

"By definition, zeroes cannot be negative. Besides, the numeric rating scale is traditionally an ascending test of pain or illness, with zero representing perfect health and ten suggesting intolerable or dire levels of symptoms."

"Did he fail the test?" Patton asks in concern.

"Shoulda studied," Virgil quips.

"Negative one then," Thomas grumps. "I feel negative one."

"If you must remain obtuse about this and reverse the scale, zero would then mean near-death. Tell me Thomas, do you feel close to death right now?"

"I'm not good with numbers, but does dead inside count?"

Logan adjusts his glasses. Twice. Then he holds his hands palms upwards and stares beseeching at the others. There is an unsaid, "What do I do with this idiot?"

Roman pitches in, "Thomas, on this negative scale of badness, how did you feel last night?"

Thomas hums and thinks about it for a moment. "I guess like a solid negative nine?"

Roman smirks at Logan. "There you go, comparison point made. He feels bad but not as bad."

"Bad is still bad though," Patton says. "Do you feel like you're running a fever?"

"Uh-huh."

"Would you like some more medicine?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, sweetheart, let's get you taken care of."

Taking medicine, as it turns out, involves sitting up. He could swallow a pill sideways. Drink some water while horizontal. He doesn't have to get up for that and leave his meager nest of warmth.

Virgil points out that he could choke and die and that it'd be really embarrassing if his friends or family found his body like that. Thomas commits to the horrible process of becoming vertical.

"I feel icky. And whicky. And all forms of sicky." Thomas is just being petulant and needy at this point. He's almost forgotten that these are dream people and not his friends who he's used to bantering with. It feels...scarily natural for him to be this way with these guys.

He blames the fever.

"Alright Mr. Icky Whicky. Bottoms up."

Thomas takes the glass of water from Patton and drinks down the pills.

Thomas pouts. "It didn't work."

"Ibuprofen generally takes about thirty minutes to take affect and reduce symptoms."

"He's not serious, Dr. Pill."

"I'm so serious that I'm black," Thomas says.

There is a solid five seconds of everyone staring at him uncomprehendingly. Finally, Roman snaps his fingers.

"Ah, Harry Potter! It's a reference, not a confused caucasian."

"I'm always confused." Thomas wants to drift back into the embrace of the couch cushions. He wants to close his eyes and will away the low throbbing sensation in his temples. He wants to ask for them to bring him another blanket and let him go back to sleep.

He wants to pee, most of all.

"I'll be back," he tells them.

They part for him. Patton calls after him as he climbs up the stairs, and Roman asks if he needs a battle buddy, but Thomas waves them off. He just needs a moment to himself and feel like he's in control of his own space.

***

He finishes up his business and wanders into his bedroom in search of his robe. He knows he has one somewhere, the blue one...

Remus sits primly on his dresser, one leg crossed over the other and hands daintily placed on his knee.

"Don't mind me, I've only been up to devious schemes while you were gone to Snore-ville." Remus smiles, very cheshire-cat like. This close, Thomas can see the purple tint of his eye-shadow. Paired with the mustache and ruffled costume, he looks like a dramatic villain. The kind that tie up damsels to train rails while busting out into a musical number.

Thomas glances around the somewhat messy room. Nothing is out of place, but all of the pictures and posters he has on the walls have been turned upside down.

"But why?" he asks.

Remus cackles, "Whys are only for why-ners! Maybe you should think more 'why nots' instead. It can open a lot of doors for you, you know. And windows that you can jump out of."

"Did the other guy jump out of the window? Is that where he went?"

"Sure, why not?"

Thomas shifts on his feet and glances towards the window, still out of sight behind his curtains and presumably closed. Out of all of the dream people, Remus makes him feel the most uneasy. He shares Roman's bold flair, but none of the others' tact or restraint. There's a real possibility that Remus threw Bowler Hat out the window. Or Thomas. He could throw Thomas out the window. It'd be like tossing a limp noodle.

"It's not that I just can't see him again, is it?" Thomas asks. He doesn't know how any of this works. If this is temporary, or if they'll fade in and out. Or if they're setting him up for...something.

Thomas had seen a lot of movies. Lots of TV shows. These guys could be angels, or devils on his shoulder.

Devils that swoop in and make him oatmeal and watch Harry Potter while he's sleeping. How dastardly.

Remus hums and shakes his head. "Not like you're thinking. I can't see him either, if it makes you feel any better. He sunk out a bit ago."

Sunk out. Not 'stepped' out.

As much as these people claimed they didn't fully understand their existence or tie to Thomas, they were definitely hiding things from him.

Thomas shivers and it's not entirely the fever to blame. "Can you guys... are you guys... Can you leave when you want? Do you go elsewhere at times? Like away from me or- or different realities?"

Remus slinks off the dresser, the material of his gaudy sleeves rustling like a titled moracca. There's no more smile on his face, but there's a smugness in the way he tilts his head back to stare down his nose at him. In exaggerated movements, he opens the nearby closet door, arm braced against the door frame. He's almost posing, or leering.

"There's no denying that we're tied to you Thomas. We're all sewn together in your silly string, tangled and knotted. But you're starting to think 'why not'. Keep it up, Tommy Boy."

He falls backwards into the rack of clothes, slamming the closet door behind him.

When Thomas throws the door back open, no one is there amongst his shirts and pants. But he does find his blue robe hanging off the door handle where once it hadn't been.

Why him. That's what he's been thinking the entire time.

"Why not," Thomas mutters and throws the robe on.

***

Following Remus's over-the-top exit, Thomas goes downstairs. Roman and Logan have migrated to the kitchen and are fussing over a boiling pot on the stove-top. From the sounds of it, they're fighting over the nutritional value of ramen (it has none). Patton sits on the couch with an arm slung over Virgil's shoulder while the other bites at his nails. They perk up when they see him.

Virgil jumps to his feet. "Everything...good?"

Thomas smiles bitter-sweet. "I don't think so."

The two in the kitchen have stopped in favor of listening to him.

"Oh..." Virgil says, and it's so damn crestfallen. In an instant, the discontent wars with empathy.

He grew up with brothers. Lord knows they had plenty of disagreements. The one thing that would break them every time was when one of them showed they were sad or upset. How many times had Thomas cut himself off mid-sentence to go give his brothers a hug? They'd do the same for him too, enough that their mom had gotten into the habit of telling them to "hug it out" whenever their disputes became too heated.

Thomas hugs himself in measly consolation. It's nowhere near the same. "Everything isn't bad either though... It's... I don't know what everything is."

"You don't have to do that," Patton says. His fingers are twined in his lap, his gaze focused on them. They all appear to be around Thomas's age, give or take. And by their accounts, they've only been conscious of their existence for, what? Ten years tops?

Patton though, he seems old right now with his honey eyes and crow's feet.

"None of us will think any less of you Thomas, if you're having a hard time with this. I think we'd be more surprised if you found this easy. You don't know us. We know you, but you don't know us."

No, he really doesn't. They have him at a complete disadvantage. "You guys have been watching me for a long time."

"We have," Patton agrees. His eyes are warm, if tinged sadly.

"Not in a creepy way!" Virgil blurts out. Then he immediately slaps a hand over his mouth, embarrassed. He grabs at his jacket several times before flipping his hood over his head. "God, I'm just making it sound more creepy. I swear we don't watch you all the time. We're not- it's not like that."

All the quiet moments he thought he was alone.

All the private times, the intimate ones.

The times he closed his doors and drew his blinds, and he let himself relax with no expectations. No one to please, and no one to see him at his lowest.

All those times he hadn't truly been alone.

Distantly, he's been aware of this fact since they showed up. But putting it into perspective...

"What is it like then?" Thomas asks, and it comes out surprisingly much more stable than he feels. "If it's not like that, what is it like?"

Virgil turns to Patton and mumbles, "I'm just messing this up."

Patton scoots forward to perch on the edge of the couch so he can pat at Virgil's arm. "No one's messing anything up. To answer your question, Thomas, it's like a one-sided friendship. We've hung out with you, watched you play games, watched you cook–"

"Try to cook," Roman intercedes. Logan elbows him to shut him up. "Right, sorry, not the vibe."

Despite the sass, Patton smiles, "Yeah, we've seen you try to cook. But we've also seen you practice lines and write songs. We've been to your performances, and we've seen you interact with the theater community and your fans. Your family and friends. And we've seen you do a lot of good kiddo. You're really amazing! And inspiring! You're able to inspire all of your friends to be better, because you do better for them. And I think that affects us too."

Patton stands up and approaches Thomas. His hands are clasped still and he makes no sign that he'll touch Thomas if Thomas doesn't want him to.

"It's been like a privilege," he says. His eyes don't water, yet the emotion is there all the same. "We've been rooting for you this whole time."

Thomas has to look away. His face feels like it's on fire. He's a total sap for mushy sentiments, and he's a melting puddle when they're directed towards him.

He just can't see why it's deserved.

Why not, Remus's voice whispers in his ears.

Thomas shuffles. He busies himself, retying his robe.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Virgil asks.

"Okay." Thomas nods. "But I want to know more. Like about you and where the others are right now. What does sinking out mean?"

That throws them for a loop. Patton and Virgil pause to stare at each other. They go on a journey of silent conversation through a serious of facial expressions.

"Perhaps I can explain."

Logan comes around the kitchen archway. His hands are behind his back and he stands sure of himself. Paired with the tie and glasses, Thomas thinks he wouldn't be out of place in a classroom setting. He's got the tone for it too, speaking more clinically.

"We are not corporeal, or wholly so. We can move through walls and objects, and until recently, we were able to touch or move inorganic material only rarely."

Thomas remembers Remus disappearing in his closet. He could have went through the floor or walls. Oh God, were they just- hanging out in the walls right now? Was that hurting the insulation?

Wait.

"Is that why sometimes I can't find things? Like my keys?"

"Mostly no. That would be more attributed to you being incredibly disorganized and absent-minded."

"Ah, I suspected, but thank you for confirming."

"Indeed. To demonstrate," Logan lifts his arm to touch the back of the couch. Except his fist goes into the material. His hand is simply gone up to the wrist, as if there is a hole he had stuck it through.

"Hah, okay," Thomas exclaims. He holds a hand to his face, mouth open. "Okay, okay, okay."

Patton shrugs innocently. "Can't really cushion the blow on that one."

The exasperated expression Logan gives him is enough to startle a choked laugh out of Thomas. Especially when Roman chimes in with a, "Sofa, so good!"

It's honestly the little jokes like that, that have kept him from becoming entirely unhinged. It's not unlike him to crack jokes to cover up the bad feelings. These people so get him that it's hard not to like them.

"As I was saying," Logan says with a clear tone of disdane. "We have the ability to pass through inorganic matter or interact with it. Save for last night, we have never done so efficiently, and we certainly never were able to interact with organic matter."

"Can you talk any less like a textbook, Bill Nye the Science Tie?"

"Can you boil water properly, Roman?"

Roman realizes at that point that the pot is bubbling over. He curses and rushes to turn down the heat.

"We've never touched people. Real people, I mean," Virgil offers. "They just walk through us like we're ghosts."

"But we can touch each other!" Patton proves this by hugging Virgil. He acts like he doesn't notice the other's grumbling.

"So you feel real to each other?" Thomas questions, peering forward. It doesn't look off or anything. It's just two people hugging in his living room. Or one being assaulted with hugs, rather.

"Real enough!"

"So...not real?"

"Have you ever imagined touching someone?" Roman calls over while he's busy pouring in squares of ramen.

"He was once a teenaged boy. It's only natural with heightened hormones–"

"Not like that, Logan!" Roman is so flustered he doesn't bother with a nickname. He swipes a hand through his hair. "Sheesh, platonic touching! Platonic!"

"Well you didn't specify–"

"I'm specifying now! Thomas, have you ever daydreamed of holding someone's hand? Of embracing your friends, or leaning against a shoulder? Have you thought about fingers tracing your skin, or hands cupping your cheeks?"

"I'm not sure where this is going, but yes. Touch is nice and I think about it a normal amount."

"That is how we feel to each other. The sensation is there, but only almost."

That...sounds fairly close to ghost territory, or what he'd imagine it would be like to be a ghost.

It's also incredibly depressing. He thinks back to that morning after his shower when he came out and Roman kept touching him.

"Is it different with me?" Thomas asks, holding up his hands as if he can see a difference between them. "When you interacted with me?"

Logan shuffles and stills himself just as quickly. "There is a noticeable tangible difference, you are correct. As Roman has described, touch between ourselves has a detached quality. Our limited experiences with you have involved a startling substantial quality."

"It's nice," Patton agrees.

Thomas takes a step back from them all. He pretends not to see the hints of hurt. He plays it off with grabbing his abandoned glass of water and takes some sips.

"So, how does this have to do with my question though? With where the others are?"

Logan again takes the reins. "Our metaphysical bodies are not bound by the same laws of physics as yours or other people's are. We are able to pass through walls as well as what I believe to be this dimension as we know it. Tell me Thomas, are you familiar with String Theory?"

"As in I have heard that it's a term that exists?"

"You know the Marvel movies?" Virgil throws out and Thomas brightens immediately.

"Oh yeah! Like with the multi-verse!"

"You gotta cater to your audience," Virgil explains to Logan's askance look.

"So the multi-verse is real?!" Sickness begone, Thomas has new priorities now. He can and will leap around the room. He nearly drops his cup in excitement.

"Why wouldn't it be!" Roman says. He's waving around a pasta spoon like it's a sword and Thomas wants to join him. Where's the TV remote?

"No, no, not like you're thinking," Logan attempts to settle them down. Then reevaluates. "Well, maybe, but it can't be proven as of yet. I don't wish to burst your figurative bubble, but the evidence we have accumulated, while suggesting more is plausible, is limited to smaller scale dimensions. Each of us have a fold in space that we 'sink' into that is specific to each individual."

"So Remus and Bowler Hat are in a tiny dimension right now?"

"Bowler Hat? Who– oh, he never did introduce himself, did he?"

"Don't you dare hijack his introduction too, Microsoft Nerd!"

"We can just keep calling him Bowler Hat," Virgil suggests in an amused lilt. "I'd like to see his reaction."

"Maybe Janus is the spy, you guys! He's pretty sussss, if you know what I mean!"

"This isn't Among Us, Popstar."

"So they're in a tiny dimension?!" Thomas yells over them.

Virgil shrugs. "Like a pocket dimension."

As if on cue, both Patton and Roman start singing "Pocket Full of Sunshine". It's incredibly good actually. Like they do harmonies and riffs in perfect sync.

If they've had years to themselves, stuck around Thomas, and unable to interact much with the world around them, they must have gotten awfully bored. If it were Thomas, he imagines he'd comfort himself with singing. A lot.

Or no, they weren't stuck around him?

"So you guys aren't attached to me? You can go to different dimensions?" Thomas asks, feeling like he's getting mixed signals.

"Just the one," Logan answers. "Think of it like walking into another room, but that room is a reflection of the previous room without any outside influence. Our 'rooms' are personalized to ourselves. To compare, my room looks like this living room but the art work is inspired by the De Stijl movement, there are more bookcases, and everything is neatly organized. Meanwhile, Patton's room is a veritable pile of stuffed animals."

Patton nods while grinning. "It's a com-pile-ation of all the best things."

"So like a literal pocket dimension," Thomas says. He sits the glass back down so he can move his hands in the air to elucidate. "Here we have my living room. And then underneath that, there's Logan's room. And underneath that, there's Patton's room. And when you sink out of...this reality, you go to your own rooms?"

"Well done, Thomas!" Logan beams, and whoa. That's weird to see him excited. And proud. These guys are way too encouraging to his need for validation.

"Freaked out yet?" Virgil asks.

The mood shifts. Underneath the jokes and conversation, there's a tension to them. Thomas sees it in Virgil's bitter smirk, how Patton tugs at his collar. Logan's momentary smile disappears and the gaze left behind is anticipatory. Roman has stopped watching him, eyes burning holes in the noodles he stirs.

They're waiting for the other shoe to drop.

They're waiting for Thomas to panic and reject them.

"Maybe," Thomas concedes. "I won't lie, it's probably going to hit me later. Um, if you guys see me having an anxiety attack, I apologize. Please don't take offense."

"Aw, kiddo-" Patton gasps, hands flying to his chest.

Thomas bulldozes over him and the pin-prickling sensation of being perceived as a person. "Not that it's a new thing, or anything! Which you guys probably already know because you've been watching me for years, and wow, that's embarrassing. I've had some really ugly ones, but that's not the point! It's all a part of the processing process!"

"Compartmentalizing," Logan summarizes.

"Yes, common tex-tiling!"

"No, compartmentalizing. It is a form of psychological defense mechanism in which thoughts and feelings that seem to conflict are kept separated or isolated from each other in the mind. Its purpose is to avoid the mental discomfort and anxiety caused by a person having conflicting values, cognitions, emotions, beliefs, etcetera within themselves."

"That makes me sound smarter than I am."

"It sounds like repression," Virgil comments.

Logan waves a finger. "Not quite. It can be the precursor to repression, but it is not inherently an unhealthy habit. Psychologist Tara Swart posited that compartmentalizing can be useful when dealing with difficult issues that cannot be prioritized in the moment. In fact, it can even be healthy when one needs to carry on daily tasks or work and is not in the proper environment to process their thoughts and emotions about a particularly troubling matter occurring in the background. It is only unhealthy if you avoid the matter with the intention of never returning to it."

"Um, where did all that come from?" Roman asks.

"As I said, psychologist Tara Swart-"

"No, we got that part. Since when have you been reading up on psychology enough to cite sources?"

Logan's mouth opens briefly, only to close again. His eyes narrow in thought. "I... must have remembered it from a text Thomas read. Perhaps during his college education?"

"I don't even remember college, and I was the one who went," Thomas says. His brain hurts just thinking about it. Not that his head ever stopped hurting. He's starting to feel tuckered out. Second-wind done blown away.

"It must have been something that stuck with me," Logan explains. "I happen to have an excellent memory."

"That means he never let's go of anything," Roman stage-whispers loudly.

"Falsehood."

Thomas collapses onto the couch. He debates keeping score on how many times Logan and Roman will dissolve into spats. He'd need a hefty notebook.

"Have they always been like that?" Thomas asks quietly to the calmer two who refuse to be drawn in. Patton does appear to be tempted to say something to them, if the way he bites his lip is any indication. He chooses to leave them to it in favor of flopping down on the couch beside Thomas.

"It used to be worse," Patton admits. Virgil gives a little, "You have no idea," under his breath, making the bespectacled man giggle. "They used to lash out at each other often back then. They're both pretty strong-willed. Remus used to be the only thing that could break up their fights."

"Yeah, by causing more fights," Virgil huffs. He climbs onto the coffee table and hunches there over his crossed legs. His black pants have artistic rips in the thighs, and he picks at them.

"Mm-hm, but it worked. They would stop yelling at each other and would team up against Remus instead."

"Remus would make them mad on purpose?" Thomas asks. He knows there are people like that, attention-seeking, but it doesn't sound very healthy.

Patton smiles like he knows what he's thinking. "It was fun for him, though that's not why he did it. And eventually he didn't have to do it as often."

"What about you guys?" Thomas asks.

"What about us?"

Thomas doesn't know what he's asking. He's looking at Patton with his cardigan-clad shoulders and wearing his Sunday best, and he's staring at Virgil with his painted fingernails and purple dyed bangs. There's a draw to them. Thomas stands over a well and the world is tilting him on its axis, beckoning him to fall in. He wants to fall in.

At length, Thomas wipes at his face. He sighs, "Nothing, never mind."

Worry etches lines into Patton's forehead. He frowns and gives a tentative pat to Thomas's knee. "How are you doing?"

"Tired?" Thomas says, and that about sums it up. His stomach growls and it's loud enough that he knows they hear it. "And hungry?"

Just like that, Patton's smile returns. "Okay, kiddo. Let me go hurry dinner along."

He leaves him with Virgil to go wrestle the others into shape.

Virgil doesn't say anything, giving him some room to breathe.

Thomas is infinitely grateful.