#im kidding about the sharpie thing

[typicalsoupcan]

I'm replaying dangonronpa. I just finished the first one and now I'm on the second. It's giving me that feeling everyone had in like 2016 of absolute cringe. Like this is why I waited until I was an adult to actually play these games so I don't feel like cringe, but it's also making me wanna reread a super long web comic and dye my skin with sharpies

[hecksupremechips]

re: udg reblog,

clearly the solution to “oh i love this but i don’t think anyone should play it” is to write a fic with only the good parts and none of the bad parts but then you have this big empty space where the bad parts were so you just make something up that seems vaguely believable

that seems like a normal thing normal people do right?

RIGHT?

It’s always correct and totally won’t ever lead to agony as you look at the canon and scream because my god how are you supposed to salvage something this stupid why are you doing this you used to be so normal and not care oh god why does attacking the little girl make her pants fly off oh god why is delta a character

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

More dad tan? I’m just a simp for him

An idea is having him have to babysit his own kid while on the bullet train

I just love dad tan sm omg ?? so in most of my writings talking about dad tan, he has a little girl called mandy, so im gonna carry that in this too (bc I love it)

so I imagine him taking her on lots of days out, lots of trips and mini holidays. she's probably visited like 10 dif countries before the age of 6

he's def taken you and mandy to a couple dif disney lands (one in orlando and one in paris) and maybe maybe, the one in tokyo. WHICH after, on the way back to the airport to go home, he takes you both on the bullet train - just so you can both see just how fast it actually goes. he was on it in the summer last year for work (yes the one in the movie, and yes he survives, what about it??)

couple more things bc i love dad tan!! … he's not a great cook, but he makes a mean spag bol !! mandy loves it and asks for it like 3 times a week for dinner. but before tan goes away for work, he makes a bulk of it and portions it and puts it in the freezer for while he's away :(( cute little sharpie writing on top "for my little girl," (omg dying)

he always brings back plushies for mandy too. cute touristy ones - like a peach if he went to georgia, sushi if he went to japan. something he knows she'll love!! the attic is probs filled with boxes of stuffed teddies (yes it may be wasteful, but it's cute and thoughtful, right?)

also he's such a dad!1! and he's built her a princess castle in the back garden when she asked him to buy her one. he probs said something like, "buy one? mands, I can you make one. we'll go to b&q and you can pick the colours, yea?" even though he has the money, he's still sensible with it. he wants mandy to learn that you can't just buy everything. also he def makes her help, asking her to pass things he doesn't actually need, to make her feel useful. he's like, "pass us the screwdriver, would ya poppet?" he def uses it as a chance to teach her handywork stuff. he makes her pass nails to save him bending

he's so🫠

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[catgirlmeowska]

you walk into my office. im in a dark office with expensive mahogony pannelling. my grand desk intimidates you, the new intern, as you approach. The back of my leather office chair is illuminated with a fammiliar navy-blue-ish tone.

You hesitate, if only for a moment, until my hand pops out tapping out a fat cigar onto the floor. I spin my chair around and cross one leg over the other, staring at you inquisitively. You approach with today's reports. You move to explain your findings on current stats and trends that are blowing up, but i shush you with a single finger.

"Do you think I got as far as i did giving a rats-ass about any of that?" I say, kicking my feet off the desk before you can notice I am wearing a pair of tastefully dinosaur themed crocs. "I only care about two things, Kid. Open today's review".

You sigh, knowing your manager wont be pleased to know you couldn't get through to me, but you're at your wits end with this job none the less. You root through the folders until you can find one labelled "PERFORMANCE" in thick, black sharpie. You dust off loose glitter that fell out of a jar when i kicked the desk trying to put my feet down casually, and open to a single page.

"What does it say. Tell me."

"....8 likes."

"And the reblogs?"

"....2."

You expect disappointment, but recoil as i let out a menacing howl of laughter. I dive over the desk, tackling you to the ground and shaking your shoulders in a state of euphoria.

As I slowly raise myself off of you, my face is darkened by the shadows cast by your long-forgotten flashlight. I turn around and walk towards an open window, balancing on the ledge as a helicopter flies frighteningly close to the building. As i hope on, I leave you and the company with one final message:

"That beats my record!"

"By how much?!" you shout over the whirring of the blades.

"........Two."

[archangeldyke-all]

What about Sevika as a librarian👀

omg im crying

men and minors dni

it doesn't seem like it'd make sense at first, but if you think about it, it's a quiet job, and sevika loves quiet. it's a way to help people, and i think deep down that's all sevika wants to do. she also loves reading, so it's perfect for her.

sevika in glasses???? omg...

she loves helping people working on research projects. whether it's a kid doing their science fair project or a phd student scouring the shelves for an obscure academic publication. it's like a puzzle for her, scouring the shelves, searching the databases, helping someone find the answers they seek.

she swears she hates kids, but on thursday evenings she can be found reading aloud to the kids who come in for after school activities. the material isn't always appropriate for school aged children-- murder mysteries and horror stories-- but the kids love it and sevika tries to censor herself when she can remember.

she's a huge advocate for all the free services the library offers. always tells people about the electronics available for checkout, the job fairs they host every month.

you come into the library after moving to town, looking to get a new library card for your new city.

sevika's eager to clock out and go home, but she sees you waiting at the tail end of a long line of people wanting to check out books, and she sits her ass right back down in her rolling chair.

when you finally get to the front of the line, sevika gets tongue tied and flustered trying to help you.

you think she's cute, stumbling over her words and repeating your name under her breath when you give it to her.

you notice the little lesbian flag in her pen holder and grin.

"is that yours or is this a co-workers desk?" you ask, nodding to the flag. she chokes.

"m-mine." she grunts out. you grin.

"cool." you say. you pull your keys out of your back pocket, showing her your own pride keychain. "me too." you say. sevika gawks at you for nearly a full minute before she manages to pull her eyes back down to the screen in front of her.

she finishes printing and magnetizing your card, handing it over to you.

"you don't need my number?" you ask. sevika shakes her head no.

"your address and email are enough for a library c--"

"not for the card." you say. sevika freezes. you shrug. "sorry. thought we were flirting a bit." you say, embarrassed, collecting your new card and turning to leave.

"wait!" sevika shouts, scrambling to reach over the desk and grab your wrist. "yes. please. i'll take your number. if you want... to... give it to me." she finishes awkwardly. you grin, and grab a sharpie from her pen holder, jotting your number down on her hand.

she watches you go, ignoring the next customer until you're out of sight.

the first thing she does once you're gone is program your number into her phone, holding a finger up in a 'one second' motion to the patron standing before her.

she gets shit from him for being so slow, but it doesn't even bother her. nothing can bring her down now that she's got your number.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix

[glitchotic]

heard ya have some lego movie headcanons (interested)

Ooughhhh i have soo manyyy.... for example this one's technically not a hc but does anyone else ride or die for fat/chubby emmet??? i mean i already always hc'd as being a bit overweight but adding on the fact that rex says hes "chiseled features were hidden under "baby fat"" just totally solidifies chubby emmet for me. additionally, people who are afraid to draw wyldstyle/lucy as buff make me sooo irritated especially in her apocalypse form like omfg theyre parodying mad max rn and you dont think shed be built like a brick house (no pun intended) rn? but okay sure. i guess you could make the argument of "well she needs to be sneaky and well hidden" as if her ex boyfriend isnt literally batman who is ripped and does that shit but i digress. i've discussed this in my benny/metalbeard post but metalbeard being a tech freak is mad underrated of a headcanon to me, i think him geeking out over new tech just makes so much sense to me bc i firmly believe metalbeard wants to have the most swashbuckling, most advanced pirate ship of the sea. especially considering when queen whatevra offered an entire planet sized ship for him and he added on things like a keyboard to his build and he just seems like hes always open to new technology and ideas. SPEAKING OF QUEEN WHATEVRA. technically more abt mayhem, i sooo hc her as being like a raver/kandi kid/scene girl type idk something abt her design to me screams "i listen to dj s3rl" I ALSO THINK SHE MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH LUCYS ORIGIN BECAUSE HOW DID SHE KNOW HOW TO REMOVE THE SHARPIE FROM HER HAIR HRMMM?? PLUS THE FACT THE SYSTARIANS KNOW THAT POP MUSIC CAN AFFECT THE WAY PEOPLE THINK..... ADDITIONALLY THE DUPLONS SANG THE EVERYTHING IS AWESOME SONG........... MUCH TO THINK ABOUT HERE IS ALL IM SAYINNGGG... also i in general feel like no one talks abt mayhem/lucys relationship...... sorry but like tlm3 real needs to happen bc i want so desperately to see more of mayhem getting to know lucys story and being so invested and helping her heal and recover and full go back to her true self and ohgfggmmffg imaging how adorable the specialstyle interactions would be after emmet just being like "woagghh youre so beautiful" and shes like "this outfit is smaller than i remember..... kinda hurts"......... oh THIS ONEEE I NEVER SHUT UP ABT but UNIKITTYS CAT HALF IS A TIGER SHE IS HALF TIGER AND ULTRAKITTG IS PROOF!!! i think puppycorns dog half is a shiba cos of the curly little tail and his tendency to be air headed and goofy. i also think puppycorn and unikitty would b the type to use gen alpha slang to piss off master frown but thats me getting into my unikitty! headcanons lol.... ummmm .... i also really like audhd emmet and autistic benny but GUYSSS HEAR ME OUTTT SWEET MAYHEM GIRL AUTISM. think about it.... ermmm thats all i can think of rn i have more but its so hard to talk abt my hcs w out a specific prompt 💔😔

[gothic-levi-arts]

Exposing my school and classmates cause I'm trying to stay sane (Not in order lol)

tw: for implied abuse (such as sexual harassment and others)

(A thing to know, I'm now an 8th grader so some of these happened pretty recent lol)

(Happened this year, a few weeks ago) A male student said he was gonna touch me and find my house. I told the assistant principal and counselor AND YET THIS DUDE HASN'T GOTTEN ANY PUNISHMENT.

(Happened in 6th grade) My history teacher made me cry 3 times over dumb reasons and yet she hasn't been fired for her abuse over students. Hehe, but I was her "pet" as she sometimes made me do things for her. HERE'S SOME EXAMPLES! She made me steal a student's lead pencil and put it on her desk. (as she had this dumb rule of no lead pencils as she somehow hated them) and made me get her a paperclip when IT WAS 2 INCHES IN FRONT OF HER ON HER DESK (Istg her arms must have been short). She also gave me a D on the weather part of my history fair project (It was on the battle of Lexington and Concord) because I didn't say what the weather was like (WHEN I DID MY RESEARCH, THERE WAS NOTHING ABOUT THE DAM WEATHER!). Now i'm in NJHS and she is the main teacher for the group.

(Happened in 7th grade) Got punched in the arm by a kid and the kid only got a lunch detention for what he did. I FELT THE PAIN ON MY ARM FOR DAYS!

(Just happened today) kids in my class fake vaping as if it's cool.

(6th grade year) A girl named Paz put black sharpie on her finger and yelled "GuYs, I'm 2% BlAcK." Paz also once found out I'm bisexual and asked if I liked female privates. LIKE IM 11 YEARS OLD AT THE TIME HELP--

(Happened in 7th grade) A girl named Miabella was known to touch and grab random girls thighs and butts, doing it to me sometimes. Weirdest thing is she was straight and had a boyfriend (Who was an asshole for the upcoming reason). Her boyfriend wasn't even good like one day Miabella was so upset about a text he gave her (THE TEXT LITERALLY SAID HE WAS GOING TO SHOOT UP THE SCHOOL) but she wasn't even said about that text..SHE WAS SAD BECAUSE HE STOPPED TEXTING AFTER THAT. This girl would make fun of me for "acting like I have autism" and once told me to die by telling me to stop breathing. She even told many of the students in our grade at the time about my crush of a girl WHICH I TOLD HER TO NOT TELL ANYONE!

there is still more so just comment if you want more parts of exposing my school and classmates lol. This took a real weight off my chest and sense of relief writing all that.

[swiftfootedachilles]

i jusr recently got into shameless and have been on the hunt for gallavich content and your blog is so perfect ive spent the whole day reading through ALL your gallavich posts you get them more than the writers do. Anyways u had a post where in the tags you talked about the possibilities of gallavich where noel fisher was actually mickeys age and the loss of buck toothed twink 17 year old mickey and I SUPPORT. Thinking about s2 mickey (in looks) with s11 ian is too much like the size diff UGH😫

hello and welcome to my dark twisted mind. gallavich spins in my head like a microwave i know them so well because theyre an intrustic part of my neurological function i have absorbed them thru osmosis and they live inside me now

seriously its easy to forget but mickey was a CHILD when he experienced the horrors in the show 🥺 even shorter, crooked teeth with a big gap, with that air of awkwardness only teens can have

a lot of s1-3 gallavich narrative moments were directly influenced by the actors' ages. i wonder how things couldve been different if they were different ages when casted? do you think the showrunners wouldve had them kiss sooner? how would their on-screen chemistry be effected if we were more of peers off-screen rather than noel fisher being a mentor for cameron monaghan? its such an interesting topic, but obviously everything happens for a reason and noel fisher at that point in his career was PERFECT for mickey

i also think some fans get too attached to on-scren portrayals of characters. like obviously mickey is a fictional character played by a much older actor, hes actually a natural strawberry blond, the markers are drawn on with literal sharpie. as audience members we are expected to suspend our disbelief and not take everything literally. mickey is mickey, not (several-times-snubbed-by-john-wells) actor noel fisher. mickey is a kid. hes a natural brunet. his tattoos are real. even though thats not reality, we are to understand that this show exists somewhere else and not here. another example is in s11 when mickey alludes to not working out despite having a body you can only get from working out 😭 idk i guess what im getting at is id love to see more portrayals that are less literal? like him with his big ass tooth gap and noodle arms. the absurd gallavich size difference. actually being able to see/read him growing up physically and mentally. same with other characters. like MY s1 ian did NOT straighten his hair so i love to imagine it much more curly and messy (i know that poor kid was not using products for his hair type). or like can you imagine fiona looking barely college-aged? how much more IMPACTFUL that is for her story of being a mother to her FIVE siblings? or putting more or less weight on characters, changing minute physical attributes because it fits the character, not the actor portraying them... like we are the creators of our own realities we can truly do whatever we want. HASHTAG MAKE MICKEY EVEN MORE BLORBO SHAPED!!!

[sugaredrhubarb]

tag game!

tagged by: @winterrose527

name: Ru (or some variation thereof)

pronouns: she/her

where do you call home: big city Canadian girl

favorite animal: otters

cereal of choice: honey nut cheerios - was a no sugary cereal kid

visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner: visual/auditory

first pet: cats!

favorite scent: lavender/lilac scents that remind me of my childhood garden

do you believe in astrology: i think it's fun! love to do compatibility matches with friends or little quizzes and there are def times when I feel it might be accurate but I don't base anything off of it. if someone who knows their shit ever gives me certain advice I would keep it in mind. (I'm a Capricorn and this answer is maybe very Capricorn coded?)

how many playlists do you have on your music service of choice: I kinda recently cleaned mine out so only like 10 butttt Im the type to get really into like one album or playlist and just have that on repeat

sharpies or highlighters: pastel highlighters <3 had a huuggee collection of mostly unused sharpies in middle school

song that makes you cry: last song I sobbed to was call your mom by noah kahan

but also if you ever wanna just be a girl feeling things to all the girls who cry by the secret sisters

song that makes you happy: jack johnson banana pancakes for a warm slow happy / everyone should revisit the clueless soundtrack for a nostalgic upbeat kinda happy

and finally, do you write/draw/create: i write creatively for myself but most of my energy is pretty consumed by academics :/

any moots who see this and wanna do it please! love learning random inconsequential details about people :)))))

[bi-demon-ium]

Oof dont know if your still doing this :( but perhaps 100 for sticky bc he deserves a gift :)

i am!! im just taking. forever. oof lkgjfgh

(ao3.)

Sticky was used to his birthday not being a huge day of celebration.

His aunt and uncle weren’t unkind people. They didn’t just shove him in a closet until he could be brought out for game shows, even if it felt like it sometimes.

But it wasn’t as if he had a lot of friends. At school, he was too smart for the other kids—as arrogant as he felt even thinking that. And then at the competitions, with other kids like him, well. he was too smart for them, too, because he kept winning. And there was nothing they hated more than a winner.

So it wasn’t as if he had anyone to invite.

Still, it was nice enough, to get a slice of cake—his favorite, red velvet—and even if his presents were always books, particularly encyclopedias, well. He liked books. He liked encyclopedias. That wasn’t so bad.

This year was different.

It was only days after their return from the island, so conveniently, they hadn’t all gone their separate ways yet. Not yet. Everything was still getting sorted out, and it was all a bit of a mess, and frankly, Sticky hadn’t planned on making a big deal of it. His aunt and uncle weren’t around to care, either.

He supposed he should have known better—the adults must have known about it, although if he’d mentioned it to one of the other members of the Society and they’d passed it on, or if they’d found out on their own, he had no clue.

Whatever the case, he’d been quickly all but kidnapped—painlessly and in a polite, friendly manner—from where he’d been sleeping almost immediately upon waking, and when Rhonda had been done with their little planned supervised trip, he’d returned to Mr. Benedict’s house to find a small party awaiting.

Reynie was beaming next to a pile of neatly wrapped presents (well, most were neatly wrapped—one was a little clumsier, and also enthusiastically duct-taped shut, which he assumed was Kate’s, and another was just a shoebox someone had drawn on with sharpie, which he assumed was Constance’s) and Kate was bouncing on her heels next to an unnecessarily grand red velvet cake, which was rather elaborately decorated.

Constance was perched on a chair nearby, too, eyeing the cake.

The adults were there, too—Number Two seemed to be handling food, Rhonda and Milligan were doing… something (Milligan seemed to be both attempting to juggle logistics of party-planning and Kate supervision, the latter of which took more of his attention, while Rhonda had been the one to bring Sticky back in), and Mr. Benedict was at the head of the table, peering at him, eyes sparkling and pleased as punch.

It ended up being a really good birthday.

The presents were—well, there were still a lot of books, Reynie looked so happy to share his favorite book and it was a very nice edition—but there were other things, too. Kate had actually gotten him something she called “useful” and “practical”, which he privately classified as “unwieldy” but “thoughtful”.

It was more than he’d gotten in—ever, really, though. And more importantly, there were people actually here, which was nice. Even Constance’s gift—his favorite candy, wrapped in a poem that was actually more complimentary than insulting—was actually pretty nice.

After though, when the excitement had died down and people were beginning to trickle off to bed, or wherever else, Sticky found himself looking out the window, wondering about the future.

Not in a bad way, for once, although he was a little anxious that Boatwright wouldn’t be what he imagined. But he had more confidence than he’d had in years.

He had friends that cared about him. He had a plan for what to do next. He’d just had a birthday, and he’d gotten gifts for him, not for the sharpening of his mind.

“Ah, Sticky, do you have a moment?” Mr. Benedict said behind him, and although his voice was soft, Sticky still jumped.

“Oh! My apologies, dear boy,” Mr. Benedict said, stepping back with a little laugh. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Sticky took a breath, slightly shaky, before straightening up. “It’s alright,” he said. “Just—wasn’t expecting it.”

It was strange, talking to Mr. Benedict. He was so different to his brother—not just in actions, but even visually. He had kind eyes, and his smile was warm, and he was expressive, barely able to hide what he was feeling if he even tried.

Still, though, he looked so similar to Dr. Curtain. Their voices were so similar. It was a little… trippy.

(Part of him felt awful for ever doubting him, at the school. For trusting his brother over him, even if only for a moment. Part of him cynically noted that while Mr. Benedict had proven to be trustworthy, most adults never did.

Still, he wondered if Reynie had ever told Mr. Benedict of Sticky’s doubts. He wouldn’t blame him if he had, but he wished he knew. It wasn’t an easy question to ask.)

“I just, ah, wanted to. give you one last gift,” Mr. Benedict said, and presented a small box, wrapped tightly and neatly in green, patterned paper.

Sticky blinked. “…for. for me?” he said.

Mr. Benedict smiled warmly. “For who else?” he said. “My apologies for not getting it to you sooner; I’m afraid there was a last minute—ah. complication. But. here it is!”

He holds up the present as if to say ta-da!

It’s different, receiving a present directly from an adult again, rather than from a pile surrounded by friends.

Sticky tips his head a little, but hesitantly reaches out to take it.

The box is fairly heavy, enough that Mr. Benedict’s hands move to steady him, or catch it should it fall, until it’s secure in his grip.

“You can open it here, if you like,” Mr. Benedict said, not unkindly, “Or alone. We, uh. we all worked on it.”

Sticky looked back up at him. “We?” he echoed.

“Ah, I mean—Number Two, Rhonda, Milligan, and I,” he said. “Surprisingly tricky, but—a nice little challenge?” He said it almost like a question, then winced at his own tone.

Sticky realized, with a little start, that he was nervous. Oh. He. He wanted Sticky to like it.

(His aunt and uncle had never been nervous about him opening his presents.

Leaning forward eagerly, sure, but not truly in anticipation of a reaction. In greed, in thinking of what he’d do with the tools they gave him.

And it was always tools, really, just tools to make him better. More valuable.

They didn’t want him to like his gifts. They didn’t care if he liked his gifts. They just assumed he did, assumed he wanted what they wanted, and never thought to question it.)

(Mr. Benedict was not making assumptions. Mr. Benedict wanted him to like his gift.)

It’s this revelation that unfroze his numb fingers and made him peel away the tape and gently unwrap his present (Constance had teased him for not ripping into the wrapping paper, and Kate had concurred it was impractical, but Reynie had confessed to doing the same, feeling bad for messing up such neat folding) and then undo the latch of the box.

Inside was—a snow globe. But, no, on closer examination, it’s more than that: the figures in the swirling blue and silver glitter are familiar.

There’s a little pink one, with tiny golden braids, arms crossed and perched in the branch of a tree. Beginning to climb the tree, with a tiny red bucket gleaming on her hip, is another figure with a green cap. And then two more, hand in hand as if one is tugging the other forward on their snowy adventure, is a little figure in a green sweater vest, and another in round glasses.

It's them. The Society, all together in the snow.

“It’s, ah, also a music box,” Mr. Benedict interjects, still bizarrely nervous. “That was the tricky—the figures rotate, see? They’re—they’re actually wood, Number Two insisted on carving them, but the paint is special, and we treated the—”

He rambles a little, but Sticky loses the words to the swirl of false, glittering snow.

“—the chemistry was actually pretty interesting,” Mr. Benedict is saying, “—Milligan helped, ah, generally homemade snow globes are simpler than this, but with the mechanism and the wood and—oh, the mechanism, Rhonda helped with the mus—”

Sticky found the turning key on the bottom and twisted it, and after a moment, tinkling music begins to play. It’s a simple, lovely tune. A smile formed on his lips without his noticing.

Mr. Benedict faltered, then, unseen to Sticky, visibly realized he’d been rambling for quite some time and then attempted to hide (and miserably fails, should Sticky have been looking at him) scolding himself for it.

Sticky, however, is not looking at him. The snow globe is beautiful. It’s personal, and thoughtful, and it’s most certainly not a book.

It’s not practical or useful or in any way something he needs. It’s perfectly, wonderfully, superfluous. Just something for him.

“…ah, I’m. overexplaining again,” Mr. Benedict says sheepishly.

Sticky shakes himself a little and looks back up at Mr. Benedict, who’s peering down at him attentively.

“I love it,” he said, and he gently placed it on the table, so as not to risk damaging it, and then before he could overthink it, turned and threw his arms around Mr. Benedict’s waist.

Mr. Benedict made a startled little noise, but then relaxed and hugged back.

He gave a little chuckle—relieved, but warm—and said, “I’m glad you like it, Sticky. It was—it was a group effort.”

Sticky held the hug a second longer anyway, then stepped back.

“Thank you,” he said. “And uh, tell the others thanks, too.”

“I will,” Mr. Benedict said, beaming. “We, uh. thought it’d be good for your dorm room, yes? At Boatwright?”

“…yeah,” Sticky said after a moment, smiling at the thought. A piece of home—a piece of his friends—in his future. That sounded nice. “Yeah, that could be good.”

“I’m glad,” Mr. Benedict said. “I’m glad.”

(What he would not say, of course, is that while the snow globe very much had been a group effort, it had been his idea. He’d never take credit, but—he knew what it was like, to be a trophy on your parents’ shelf.

He knew what it was like to have birthdays alone, to only get books, because people assumed you could never want anything else.

And books were nice, of course, but sometimes, one wanted silly gifts. Pretty gifts. Gifts that had no use. He’d never gotten them as a kid, but there was nothing stopping him from giving them, now.

And if he could make it thoughtful, too, make it something that meant something, well. all the better.

He could only hope he wasn’t mistaken, that Sticky would appreciate it for what it was supposed to be.)

(Later, Sticky will find, to his delight, a small secret compartment: inside it is a simple, unsigned note. Happy birthday, Sticky. Always remember there are people who care deeply for you. And then there's a little smiley face, lopsided. The compartment is also big enough for him to hide something of his own there, should he wish, but he leaves the note.) 

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

tagged by @ragnarokhound <3

name: kai (yes im a trans man named kai, its a good name, okay?)

pronouns: he/they

where do you call home: eh the general answer is west of england, midlands and up. theres a sentimental answer but its a pretty small area so im not gonna potentially dox myself in a tag game dhdjsjs

favourite animal: walrus all the way, baby! although my url is actually unrelated to my love of walruses. theyre just the best animals, theyre big old chunky boys with two big front teeth that can grow to over 3ft in length. when on land, they huddle together in cuddle piles. AND mama walruses can use their flippers to pick up their babies and cuddle them to their chest; tell me thats not the cutest thing youve heard today.

cereal of choice: im not really a cereal person or like a breakfast person at all, but if im having it, golden nuggets or nothin'

visual, auditory or kinesthetic learner: ...all of them? idk, it depends on what im learning. auditory probably less so than the others just because my auditory processing isnt just trash, its trash the binmen wont take.

first pet: my parents had four cats before they had me and my brother so i guess them? they were thomas, alfred, cally and misty. my uncle, who incidentally doesnt believe in seatbelts, named alfred.

favourite scent:

no but seriously i have a very strong scent of smell which is part of why im such a picky eater like im yet to meet a food that smelt bad and tasted good, but i just,,,, dont have a favourite scent?

my brother gave me a lynx body spray of his he didnt want pretty soon after i came out the third time, as trans this time, and its definitely a he got the spirit moment so i guess that.

do you believe in astrology: nah, its not my thing really. all the more to you if its yours as long as you dont try to ascribe my behaviour to me being a taurus, thats the mental illness or the autism or the adhd or the neurological disorder thats pushing my eyes out of my skull very slowly.

how many playlists on spotify/apple music: 28 which is more than i thought i had. right now, theres only like 3 im cycling through named dead reckoning, the old swan, and dutch angle / danish pastry.

sharpies or highlighters: yeah so like, we could never afford sharpies in my house so its highlighters my default. sharpies are like mega expensive in the uk and by mega expensive, i mean unaffordable for a child of a working class single parent.

songs that make you cry: hmm. thats kinda difficult because whether i cry depends almost entirely on my mood. if i had to name some, i guess id go with:

a little fall of rain, turning and empty chairs at empty tables from the london cast recording of les mis (its vital to specify this, okay?); george blagdens secret? recording of drink with me; breathe from in the heights; flowers, doubt comes in, promises, gone im gone, and we raise our cups from hadestown (are you sensing a theme yet?); unruly heart from the prom; here i go again specifically from the rock of ages musical (and NOT the tom cruise movie, i saw this musical live and i cried); i know where ive been by queen latifah, and also from pretty much any hairspray cast recording; if i met myself again, ugly in this ugly world and hes my boy from everybodys talking about jaime and i have sobbed at all three of these songs.

and finally: grandmas song, deep into the ground, he could be a star and once we were kids from billy elliot, and yes i cry at most of act 2, i was raised working class in a working class area that was once revered for its industry and has since been forgotten and left to drown in poverty, how am i meant to not cry at it?

songs that make you happy: hmm again. throw the entirety of the first mamma mia soundtrack onto the list. then welcome to paradise & coming clean by green day (when i was a very depressed teenager, listening to green day always made me feel better, both about the world and about myself); the irony of choking of a lifesaver by all time low because its moms favourite song of theirs and weve gone to see them live five times together; merry christmas maggie thatcher from billy elliot because fuck that bitch; legend of coco chanel from everybodys talking about jaime; sexy from the mean girls musical; do it for your lover by manel navarro; strangers & i dont want to talk about me by stereo jane (the strangers music video is so fucking bisexual yall); king of my heart by sub-radio; ghost ship of cannibal rats by billy talent; carpe diem by joker out; who the hell is edgar by teya and salena; let me entertain you by robbie williams because i sang it in karaoke as a 7 year old who did not know the words and then proceeded to get obsessed with robbie fucking williams for a while; slipping away by materia; and 68 guns by the alarm which is a funny little one because it reminds me of my dad but i still enjoy the song and ive made a conscious choice not to limit my music taste just because some asshole whos not even a good hobby ghost hunter likes it too, you know?

do you write/draw/create: all three! granted i havent done much of the first two in a while, but on my defense, losing 7-8 months worth of your memories kind of fucks you up and its oddly time consuming. also developing fainting attacks and spending a week in hospital while they fail to figure out whats wrong with you other than weirdly low blood pressure does not help. but i do have a drawing planned out to do and while i went a little too much detail on one small detail (i will justify it as soon as i actually finish it), im going to finish it. i also do origami pretty often as well as baking, and i am currently building a wooden replica of the titanic AND LISTEN, i started before the titan submersible stuff happened and i havent touched it yet because it just feels weird to, you know? also, i didnt even want to do the titanic, but like, good luck finding any starter kits that arent a) titanic and b) upwards of a £100. i would love to do a ss malolo or a mts stockholm but that aint happening and while i might be able to find an ss normandy or ss united states, im not gonna be able to afford. its titanic or bust which sucks.

tagging but no pressure: @bottlesandbarricades @vaellusvitutus @rad-roach

[td-kin-confessions]

im the anon that brought this blog back to life so im going to add more fuel: what would the new cast's classpects be? (this is homestuck) I think Chase would be a bard of heart for starters

Are you the one that asked the td kid blog if anyone kinned from total drama

Never read homestuck actually the only thing I know about it is the sharpie bath so you're asking the wrong person about this

[tiawesomeness]

In my last year of high school I had this one art class with a little extra room off to the side for if you wanted to not work in the main area, and like half way through the year one kid who i already didn't really like started putting little pictures of andrew tate on the wall, around where i would work or stare when i zoned out.

when it started i would grafiti them with sharpie but on a particularly bad day there was alot of them and i went "okay im going to the bathroom if i see another picture of andrew tate i am going to scream" and when i got back, the pictures where everywhere and i had a full on fucking breakdown and tore as many up as i could find while crying.

I dont remember what happened to the kid who do it, though in my case they didnt stop completely, it just stopped being every day thing. Unfortunately for me nobody else cared about the pictures so i was alone in this but hey, atleast i tried to do something

To anyone wondering if it's worth it to tear down fascist posters or whatever. I spent a few months last year engaged in silent battle with another student at my school who was putting anti trans stickers up everywhere. I had it down to a system where every night I would walk the five block radius they went up in, and tear down all the ones I could reach, and use a stick to put duct tape over the others. Like, within hours of the stickers going up, I would have already purged the whole zone. I knew the basic schedule of whoever put them up based on when and where the stickers appeared. I probably could have found them in person if I'd wanted to. And I told all my classmates and friends what the stickers looked like and got them to rip them down too. And after a few months of this, the stickers slowed, and then stopped forever.

My point is, a lot of this fashy or right wing stuff is one local weirdo. And if you pay attention, and do a little light organizing with your friends, you can basically make their efforts into a giant sisyphisean exercise in misery. You control your streets!

[yourbonafidelove]

Mumble Pon Me - About Last Night

I don't know how to change who I am to deflect their advances [Like I mean you can die and never worry about it again or... idk]

Coming up to sit beside me on the bleachers, Its one thing to tell me about your kids that disrespect you and talk down to you, It is another to see the cancer and the sharpie lines on my feet, And mumble at a level you know I can't hear But my brain is straining to focus and catch And then you sit there, beside me yet behind your glasses (And Im here again, trying to escape the Honda CRV that night) You tell me "that is why you stay single" And I tell you that Im single because the last guy that tried me hit a train and is currently rotting and being eaten by bugs.

Why do I have to go into this to tell you to get the fuck away from me I hide behind my glasses for safety You are using yours to get away with what youre getting off on

"The dogs them a bark"

It leaves pain above my left eye and down my ear My left eye is closing in pain and struggle in front of you And you sit there and get off on it, keep talking

"The dogs them a bark" and the Memorial Garden lights go on. It must be the 8pm or sunset timer. But the dogs them a bark --- there isn't any around, but I how mine would proceed

.....

[alasmydearatlas]

im trying to think of what to tell people about study abroad when i get back

like what r they gonna ask me

what do i tell kids

what do i tell adults

fav parts: cafes (excellent pastries and espresso based drinks), traveling (so easy and central), experiencing so many of those things you often only dream about (standing on top of the alps, swimming in the Mediterranean), understanding more what culture is and how it forms and how it then shapes people, being in your 20's in the city, clubbing (party scene in general), the thunderstorms, living in the countryside, having dedicated time to grow and spend time with myself, the just sheer number of movie moments

least fav parts: how lonely it was, feeling like an outsider constantly, getting paper mail, being so far from my friends and boyf, falling out of touch with people, missing out on things back home, loosing money all the time, how hard being an adult alone is (housing, insurance, school, phone plan, work, cooking, cleaning), living far from my friends, the time difference, feeling guilty and unappreciative, awkward living sitch, feeling trapped and unable to go home, awful service and wifi, how it's an awkward length of time, jealousy/fomo

what i've learned: there is so much power in community and people who you can ask questions and share experiences and companionship with

sometimes u gotta put your big girl pants on and ask an irl person for help

it's often not as big of a deal when you fuck up as you think

many mistakes are fixable

ignoring things doesn't make them go away it only makes them scarier

the power of designated scary admin task time (with a little treat!)

people are not out to get you and if they didn't invite you, it's not a personal slight

everyone has a diff financial situation and starts from different points so again. comparing just kinda hurts you.

too much idle time makes me sad

not leaving the house makes me sad

you have to put effort into relationships in order to keep them going - it doesn't always have to be hours of phone calls, but just keep touching base :)

i am allowed to take up space and don't have to concede my own space and comfort for the sake of "politeness"

the importance of an actual (pref warm) meal

distance does not fix problems, they just come along with you (it does shift your perspective a bit tho)

that i am actually very brave and capable

a mellow living space is very imporant to me (nature heavy :D )

i enjoy a decorated space - still not a minimalist

i love my creature comforts and having been in a place for a while (like sharpies and my good knife and mattress topper and two pairs of headphones and yerbs and my shoesss)

how taxing moving is

how taxing moving alone is

people do not hate me

i have really grown and healed a lot of the scared hatful hurt scared angry wounded parts of me that i clung to so tightly when i was a little younger

living life a little slower really isn't a problem :)

[talagirl]

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