#i really have to pee

[xxivletxx]

i locked the fuck in for this doodle HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO THE GAME THAT RUINED & SAVED MY LIFE!!!!!! LOVE YOU LOTS GAYASS GAME

[undertheshivers]

So, the Olivia Rodrigo track list video quite literally showed each track title in order. I want to go over them cause I just love that she did that.

The Track Titles:

Here's how the teaser video relates to each one:

All American Bitch (0:00)

In this case, there isn't much that Olivia does but walk into the room. I feel this song might refer to Olivia calling herself the "All American Bitch," perhaps referring to how others have perceived her after Sour. Thus, her presence is the reference.

But I would like to add she does drink a coke, and in the video revealing the title tracks she uses them to curl her hair. Coke might be used here as imagery considering it's such a well known brand in America (and world wide but I digress). So much so there's a term called Cocacolonization, "refers to the globalization of American culture (also referred to as Americanization) pushed through popular American products such as soft drink brand Coca-Cola," [1]

I also found by googling All American Bitch a Girls episode titled "American Bitch." This might be reaching, but the episode deals with a controversial author with sexual assault allegations and the main character who is a writer. I haven't watched the show so I'm taking Vox's word here when they say the episode is about an older man taking advantage of a younger woman who somewhat wanted approval of said man, to only be disappointed that he's exactly what people called him out for being [2].

Bad Idea Right? (0:05)

As opposed to the previous track, this one is pretty straight forward. It's really the only track that was correctly guessed by everone.

After drinking her coke and walking to her vanity, she writes on the mirror "bad idea right." Simple as that.

Vampire (0:11?)

Considering this the albums lead single, I don't think she hints at it in the video. The closest thing being that she closes the blinds, however, that happens after what I think is how she hints at the fourth track.

Lacy (0:08)

This one is hard to tell since it's blurry. But she takes out some object, or what I'm going to say is cloth and or bra, from one of her boxes. She sets it on the side bed table beside the lamp. I'm going to say it's some form of lace considering the title of the track is called Lacy.

Balled of a Homeschool Girl (0:13)

I think this one is fun. In the video, after putting the curtain up, she takes out the yearbook. We get a better image of it near the end when the camera pans into her typewriter. We see the "Class of" and "Book Club" pages. I know before I thought titles of the track might be called such, but evidently that is not the case. It was alluding to the fact that she probably never even got a yearbook. I feel all the pictures in these pages are just her. It's clear in the "Book Club" page, but in the "Class Of" it's kinda hard to tell. But it is clear that some pictures are duplicates, so I wouldn't be surprised if it's just different pictures of Olivia herself.

This is also neat considering it builds upon the Sour Prom. I believe Olivia has said this album is kinda a continuation of her previous album, or at least growing up a bit since it.

In any case, I'm really interested to see what this one's about. I feel like it could be a genuine ballad, but the title makes me think she's being a little sardonic (perhaps both). Frankly, I feel this entire album is more cynical. But that's a different deep dive for another time.

Making the Bed (0:16)

Continuing on to the sixth track, after reading the yearbook, Olivia makes her bed.

(Honestly, I feel like I should have guessed this for how obvious it is.)

Logical (0:19)

This one is another hard to tell one. But after making her bed, Olivia goes to unpack, taking out something that kinda looks like a board game box. It's hard to tell what it's called, but I know some people thought the name at least started with an 'L.' It would seem the name on the box is 'Logical.'

Additionally, if it is supposed to be a board game box, the theme of the song could be using games as symbolism and using/not using logic to win them. Perhaps in (toxic) relationships.

Get Him Back (0:20)

Oh, I kinda really love this one.

Olivia puts letters on her bed, then in her bed side table. You can't tell what's written on them then, but in the video where she releases the title tracks, there's a cut to the letters. Each one has "Olivia R., 258 Get Him Back Drive, Los Angeles, CA" written on them. I just really like how the video builds upon the previous.

I also wonder if it builds upon Drivers License considering the use of an address and perhaps driving to it. But I also don't want to bank on that since these themes don't immediately need to relate to one another.

Love is Embarrassing (0:23)

(True.)

In the video, she starts reading a book with hearts on it. You can't tell what the title of the book is, but the use of hearts kinda signifies the relation. Could also refer to romance books.

Also, in the title track release video, at (0:10) there's a flash to a few books. "Love is Embarrassing" is one of them, which Olivia proceeds to take. Furthering the theory that is the book she is reading.

I'd like to mention here as well the other book titles. I feel these are on theme to what will be touched upon in some of her songs (and perhaps even the vibe and sound of the album: cheeky, a little angry, sarcastic, and reflective).

The Grudge (0:25)

I'd say the second closest title people got to guessing is "The Grudge." Olivia writes on a piece of paper, "Now I have a grudge," which was many of our guesses. I feel this will probably be a lyric within the song, if not the chorus.

Pretty isn't Pretty (0:27)

Another hard one to tell. She unpacks what seems to be a makeup bag and unloads what's inside. This song might reflect beauty standards.

Teenage Dream (0:33)

Now, this one might be off. But Olivia brings out a cake and starts eating some of it. I can't really tell, but some people think there's candles shaped as '19' on them. I feel this song might be about leaving her teenage years, maybe reflecting back on them, the highs and lows of it all. Perhaps getting ready for a new chapter.

And after that, the camera starts to pan on Olivia and her typewriter. There are other things people pointed out, such as the 'Obsessed' shirt, the paper with 'Stranger' written on it, the skateboard and whatever is painted on that, plus the sticker on the guitar case. These probably relate to lyrics to the songs.

But just to put it out there, there's a poster in the wall near her vanity. There's a theory it might hint at bonus tracks [3]. I'm more inclined to think not, but it certainly would be cool if so and potentially these things are actually other track titles.

Bibliography

[1] Cocacolonization

[2] American Bitch

[3] Bonus Track Theory

[tpup]

homeless and so fucking scared lol

[akittyscomet]

this close to pissing my pants but i still refuse to use school bathrooms. pray for me on the bus ride home

[kangals]

FLUFFY GUY HAS MADE HIS FIRST ORBIT OF THE SUN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEPLER! 🎉🔭💫

[bunnyboy-juice]

vet day 🩺

[thepalerimitation]

Twelve *points to bill*: granddaughter

Twelve *pointing to Clara*: cougar girlfriend

Twelve *slaps nardole like a car salesman*: fifty percent off, cash only

[justonegoofygoofygal]

thought i'd give my two, very addled, very sleep-deprived, cents.

enjoy rat urine.

[writinganon1]

@cokoweee

Ya’ll ever have a dream so lifelike it feels aggressively real until one thing goes a little too wrong and then you start to realize that maybe you’re in a dream but it’s also too real to convince yourself it’s not real that you can’t wake yourself up? 

TW: panic attack, I say gun, uhhh blood ig? Bishop says a kinda weird thing but that's just him bein him

can I say blood? last time I did it marked me as mature...

-

Her heart thumped against her chest, lactic acid building in her legs as she ran. She tapped furiously at her phone, fingers slipping over the screen as she tried to deploy Sheldon. 

Donnie says “no no no” chimed a pixilated picture of Othello, his finger waving back and forth. 

“What the-” She slammed against a wall, her shoulder crunching against the brick. 

His stupid programming on the poor thing to keep Sheldon at his house. Maybe she could override it? 

No, not enough time. She was just going to have to run and hope for the best. 

Her shoulder screamed in protest as she climbed the ladder in the alley. Scrambling over the side of the building to catch her breath, she tapped at the screen again. 

There had to be something she could do to foil his programming. She wiped at her nose, the cold still not quite gone even after days of bed rest. Bullets flew over the edge of the building, seemingly locking on to her body heat. Throwing herself at the ledge at the last second to force the bullets to crash into the wall she coughed violently, phlegm coating her throat.

Stupid sickness. 

Stupid Othello leaving her with the stupid rabbit farmer.

She pushed herself off the ground, arms struggling under the weight of herself. It was as if every muscle in her body was on fire, each fiber screaming at her to stop. She gulped raising her head over the ledge. Agent Bishop was standing on the adjacent rooftop, his face curled into a sneer, eyes unblinking despite the sun in his eyes. 

He waved at her, fingers waggling in the air as he pulled a small gun from his pocket. Aiming it directly at her chest he grinned, his eyes flickering with something distinctly unhuman. 

She stumbled backward, her feet skidding over the concrete as he seemed to lock onto her. Loose rock dug into her knees as she clambered over the rooftop. 

Away.

All she needed to do was get away. 

She placed a hand over her stomach, feeling the raised bump of the scar, as she moved.

This was…

This was wrong? 

It didn’t happen this way. 

No. She didn’t need to get away, she needed to get out. 

The bullet ripped into her skin, tearing away at muscle, and shattering the bone in her rib.

She screamed, blood pouring from the gaping hole in her chest, as Bishop moved closer. He walked to her side, footsteps clanking against the concrete. 

Clawing at the ground she dragged her body along the roof, rocks digging under her nails. Bishop laughed, his foot trampling her hand, digging it into the ground. She gasped, breathing shallowly as she fought to get loose. 

He grabbed her hair, wrapping it between his fingers and tightening his grip as he pulled her from the floor. 

“Oh, this is wonderful.” He smiled, voice dripping with venom. “Such a pretty little thing I caught this evening. I’ve been dying to chat with you.” He pulled her hair up, forcing her to rise. “I wonder if she’ll do any tricks?” 

She spat in his face, her ears filled with an all-consuming ringing. 

Away. 

She needed to get away. 

It didn’t matter how. She needed to get away. 

He said something else, flaunting some sort of mechanism he had hidden in his shirt. She tried to focus on his words, but her breathing was too shallow, her limbs too shaky, the ringing too loud for her to hear a word. 

She clamped a hand over her chest, a sorry attempt to staunch the flow of blood from the gaping hole in her body. Cursing softly she watched as the red seeped into a slithering pink fleshy mass. 

She stifled a scream as the pink turned an orange maroon, her own blood fueling some sort of monster. 

“Shhhhhhh.” Bishop whispered against her ear, “It’ll be done soon. Just one quick slash and you’ll be out of my hair for good.” 

The mass jumped forward, faster than she could comprehend, her body spasming in pain as she scrambled back.

Was this the Krang she’d heard so much about after she’d left the jail? Weren’t they supposed to be mindless or something? 

It lunged forward again, tentacles lashing toward her face. Bishop shook her in front of him, like a toy for a dog. 

“Kendra?”  

She screamed as he tightened his grip on her, shaking her around like a bag of flour. The world around her turned hazy, her vision blurring in and out. 

She wasn’t going to go out without a fight. 

Throwing her head back she jammed her skull into his chin, breaking the grip he had on her hair. 

She clawed at the ground, a strange silky feeling coating her fingers. Pushing away the softness of what was sure to be Krang, she kicked at the mass as it wiggled unnaturally. 

“KENDRA!” A familiar voice shouted at her, a gentle three-fingered nubby touch against her arm. 

Her eyes flew open, arms flailing to the sides to swat at what was left of the Krang matter, as hands held her back. She gasped, her chest heaving as a sinking feeling hit her gut. Dread splashed over her head like a wave, drowning her, leaving nothing but fear.

Eyes widening she looked next to her for Tello, horrified as darkness encroached on her vision, leaving her staring through a pin hole. Nausea rolled through her stomach as she gasped for air, her chest shuddering to keep up with her breathing. 

It hurt. It hurt so bad. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” He whispered, hand placed against her back. “It’s ok you’re home. You’re with me.” 

She jerked backward. He was loud. So so loud. Even with the ringing in her ears, he was too loud. 

Breaths were punched from her lungs faster than she could finish taking them in. Tears streamed down her face as her eyes blew wide. Her chest tightened, lungs twisting as she shook. 

She’s dying. She has to be dying. There’s no other explanation. 

Dead in her room from a nightmare-induced heart attack,  

Her eyes flickered back and forth over the room, not focusing on anything, just wildly scanning for danger she knew wasn’t there. Willing her arm to move, she let out a chocked warble. 

The room seemed to melt around her. Things blurred together, a fuzzy abstract painting of almost-real-life. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tightened her muscles. 

Her whole body shook as she tried to take steadying breaths. 

“Did you know softshell turtles only have half a plastron?” 

She was in the middle of dying. 

She most definitely did not need turtle facts right now. 

“Technically a full one, but it’s covered by skin, rendering it effectively useless for plastron purposes.” He shrugs. “Same deal as the shell.” 

She looked at him, confusion breaking through the panic. 

“Makes us really flexible though. Wanna see?” 

He got off the bed, walked to the middle of the room, and bent backward. He smiled upside down at her from the floor and smoothly brought himself back up. 

“Pretty neat huh?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Bet no other turtle you meet could do that.” 

Amusement rippled through her as she watched him demonstrate his stretches and various yoga poses.

“I’ve never met another turtle like you.” She breathed, some of the panic melting away. 

“Precisely! No one can do it like me!” He said, pointing his finger at her triumphantly before his face softened. “ We starting to feel a bit better?” 

She brought her thumb and pointer finger close together. A little 

He nodded. “Am I good to come back up or do you need some space?” 

She patted the bed next to her, inviting him closer. She waited until he was seated comfortably before slumping against his shoulder, exhausted. 

He shifted slightly, reaching for his phone with one hand, the other wrapped around her. He let them sit for a moment, reminding her to breathe every few seconds before Sheldon zipped into the room. 

He whispered something to Othello before zooming out of the room. She watched passively as it happened, her body still not quite connected to her soul. 

Sheldon returned moments later, a bag of ice, a bottle of water, a cookie, and tub of lavender lotion in his little propeller arms. 

Othello took them from him, patted his head, and shooed him away. Taking one of the ice cubes he flattened out her hand and placed it in her palm. 

She jerked slightly at the sensation of cold in her hand, surprised when he placed another in her palm. 

“Focus on the melting.” He said, voice low and gentle. 

The ice filled the lines of her hand and dripped over the sides and down her arm. She shivered as the water pooled in her hand. Othello grabbed the cookie from the pile he had created and broke off half to give to her. 

“Thanks?”

He watched her carefully. “What does it taste like?” 

“A cookie?” She said through a mouthful, her hands still full of TV static. 

“I need details.” He pressed. 

She paused, taking a moment to consider the flavors in her mouth. “Vanilla, chocolate chips.” She took another bite. “ Like I left it in the oven a minute or two too long and overcooked them just slightly.” 

She’d have to make another batch, this time keeping an eye on the time. 

He pressed an uncapped water bottle into her hand. ���Drink.” 

She pressed the bottle to her lips, feeling the way the cold blossomed against her skin as she held it there. Quietly observing the way she could feel it go down her throat and into her stomach. 

“Are we feeling more alive?” 

She nodded, running her hand along her thigh to feel the fabric of her pajama pants as she pressed her head against his side. 

“Good.” He murmured, sleep creeping into his voice. “You had a panic attack I’m pretty sure.” 

“...Sorry it was for something stupid.” 

“I get worked up over stupid stuff too.” He mumbled, eyes half closed. 

“Your stuff isn’t stupid.” She countered. 

“Then neither is yours.” 

She stopped, lifting her head to look up at him.

He grabbed her hand, flexing the fingers for her. “You feel ok?” 

“I don’t know.” She answered honestly. 

He nodded and guided her to a lying position. “Tell me five of your favorite things.” 

She paused, looking around the room. “Hmmmmm. You.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Mhm. Uhhh, lavender. The color purple. Satin jackets. Baking. Messing around in the lab. Oh, I guess that’s more than five.” 

He tapped her shoulders rhythmically, “You can keep going if you need to.” 

She took in a deep breath. “I think I’m ok now.” 

“Positive?” 

Nodding she pulled the blankets over herself. What she really needed was rest. She was so exhausted from the whole ordeal that the idea of doing anything else felt impossible. 

He got off the bed again, searching beneath the bedframe for something before he pulled a large purple blanket from under the bed. She blinked in surprise as he placed it over her, a weight holding her down to the bed. 

“I should’ve mentioned it was weighted.” 

She pulled her hand out to give a quick thumbs up as he climbed back into bed. She shifted to hold out her arm for a hug. He smiled and pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her waist. 

“You smell like you’ve been using my soap.” She grumbled against his plastron. 

He shrugged. “ I like the way you smell.” 

Rolling her eyes she tugged the blanket higher over her shoulders smiling as soft chirping filled the room, the sound he always made right as he fell asleep. 

“Good night Tello.” She whispered.

His plastron vibrated as he churred back, gently running circles through her hair. 

She was home. And she was safe.

~

squad don't write stuff at four AM I'm pretty sure this only makes sense to me at this point. Anyway I was listening to my pretty princess playlist while writing this 💁‍♀️

the reason why this was written is in the tags btw

[gender-fluidz]

Would you still like me if I was a worm

[phlegm--princess]

[tetraandtheapples]

Erm!! I did more art!!!!!! My art style is so inconsistent I want to draw more realistically but I'm goofy goober at my core....... Gehahahaha

Also???? Pony Error under cut??????? (and a few error sketches!) Hidden slightly because I'm still a bit unsure about the design RAHH

I think it'd be cool if he had strings all over his body like he was some mangled stupid hasbro official pony plushie...... but the strings were like insanely last minute LMAO so I want to redo it again with that in mind.... when the pony takes me over again.

Transcript for Pony Info (because my handwriting is a bit messy)

PONY INFO!

Strings run along entire body

Used to have a cutie mark, but the file is "lost"

Horn sparks & glitches dangerously when using magic

-> Not harmful to him, but strong emotions can cause it to flare up (basically when the horn starts fuzzing a lot you know he's close to a full-on reboot)

Whatever the hell this thing is core -> (pic of very stupid looking Hasbro official Princess Twilight Sparkle plushie with brushable hair!!!! Batteries not included)

↓ WARNING!!! STUPID IDIOT BELOW!!!!!!! 🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 ↓

[bumblingbabooshka]

Everyone who makes jokes about Vulcan hand sex is ignoring the REAL Star Trek hand sex species.

The Ocampa.

[7roaches]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[batwynn]

The family and work situation for my friend Z has gotten worse, and their cat is still in urgent need pf surgery. Their parents refuse to help with Mila, complain about her urinating outside of the box, and threaten to get rid of her. Their parents also completely control their life, including but not limited to taking every penny they were earning before their job let them go. (Hooray for a at will work state) Z needs to get out of there, but most importantly Mila needs medical help.

If you can spare a few $ I am still offering art for donations, and if you can please, please signal boost this! Z and Mila are running out of time.

[hooved]

game of the fucking year