#is this a frosty problem or a me problem idk

[arolesbianism]

Jackie and Odile both elicit giddy feelings in me when I look at them, but at least Odile has the decency to actually have images of her. I can't keep sitting here looking at my own drawings of my own design for a woman who sucks so bad and kicking my legs and giggling like a schoolgirl

[artyandink]

Day Old Frosties Club

Welcome to the Day Old Frosties Club! Join CJ and his childhood friend through a world of losing love then finding it, immaturity in the right and wrong ways, jealousy, and all human emotions. The centre of it all? A wacky shake shop, a redheaded milkshake barista, CJ’s Uncle Bill, Grams, Jen (we don’t talk about her anymore) and most of all… you. The woman of CJ’s dreams. He just didn’t know it until now.

Chairwoman: You

Loving, Loyal Secretary: CJ Braxton

Possible Members: Bill Braxton and Bella Marie Riley

(P.S - this is in order of when it happens!)

* = 18+ themes

** = smut i like me better* - Just two childhood best friends, going to ESU together after they transferred from Boston Bay. They’re there to have fun, lose sleep and write essays. But there’s a massive small problem. CJ’s struggling with his breakup, she’s struggling with helping him and they’re both grappling with the possibility of them being something more.

tête-à-tete** - Not everyone at ESU got the gift of maturity. So when you hear a couple of comments about your appearance and weight in a conversation between some girls, you can’t help but think that you need to make yourself worthy of CJ. However, your knight in shining armour is always ready to rescue you from that deep end.

dreamy poker faces** - CJ’s trying to keep a big secret from you. And Bella, and Uncle Bill, and CJ’s mom, your mom, your dads are in their own dreamland, and you’re confused. It’s Christmas holidays, spirits are high, and yet everyone’s poker faces seem to be on. While CJ’s keeps slipping. He can’t hide the secret much longer, can he? (COMING UP!)

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[lucygriefer]

Apothecary AU Quick Sketches

Decided to do some quick sketches to some of the ideas I mentioned in the last post. Also for the owl names I used a translator. Also I put the pictures through the art program that I use and made some digital images of these pieces. Also I know that the hand sketches look messy. I was making them a little quickly while also doing some other things. So don't mind the messiness of them.

In the first picture with Nightmare has a white-faced owl, the name in English is Frosty Star. When I translated the name into Japanese it gave me Furosutisutā. So if that translation is wrong please let me know cause I know that translators aren't always correct!

The second picture with Nightmare having a tawny owl. The name they have in English is Moon Mama. The translation from English to Japanese gave me Mūnmama.

The third picture with Nightmare he has a common barn owl. I just gave them the name Star. I was thinking Stary (Star ie) but then I realized that, that word looks like I just misspelled stray. The translator says that Star in Japanese is Hoshi. So if that's wrong please let me know. Also yes that last sketch was done much quicker cause I had to hurry and finish it. Stuff happened and it does look funny XD

Common barn owls is the tallest out of these three owls so for some reason my partly tired mind was having a hard time quick sketching a barn owl for some reason!

Okay so the height of a white-faced owl is 22 to 28 cm or 9ish inches in height. A tawny owl is around 24.5 to 30.5 cm or 9.6 to 12 inches in height. While a common barn owl is 33 to 39 cm or 13 to 15 inches in height.

I did also think of sketching Cross or Horror or Killer or Dust reacting to the owl but I'm gonna save those reactions for the mini comic story drafts... I need to figure out which owl to give Nightmare... another problem for future me. Or I might make a poll later and see what everyone thinks. Just to narrow the choice down a little.

Maybe I'll give him a common barn owl just for the simple face sketching and stuff. Or the tawny owl because fluffy looking owl. Though the white-faced owl looks like it has a mustache... The choices! Well if I decided on giving Nightmare an owl this is possibly what they might look like... or I might change their looks idk at the moment.

[robo-dino-puppies]

eyyyy look who tried to do some modding in veilguard :D

I love that Rook gets to wear this coat with the feathers but I hated the leather high-collared studded whatever-the-hell shirt thing that was going on underneath. so I tried to swap it with the "civilian" version but keep the feathers :D

the coat and pants clip like hell on my shortass elf, but still! (actually I checked and it clips on the civilians who wear it too... so that's not a me problem lmao)

anyway to elaborate: initially I tried to edit the textures to get rid of the weird shirt thing BUT the chevron stitched pieces are part of the model (BOOOOO) so despite changing their color/texture I couldn't get rid of them entirely. then I saw that swapping armor/character parts was a thing? …that I don't really understand, honestly, but there's a tutorial and I can follow steps. anyway, some civilians in Treviso wear the same coat with this low-cut shirt underneath except no feathers, and I wanted that BUT WITH THE FEATHERS. so. I did it! YAY GO ME!!! not super thrilled with the pants but I like the civilians' boots better too.

here was my initial check to see what it did to npcs that share the outfit:

and checking the color-changed version next to a civilian npc

coat and feather colors achieved! now to do the shirt and pants.

to elaborate more: so in the Rook and Ivenci versions, there are three meshes (? correct term idk?) that combine to make the whole ensemble: feathers, coat, and undershirt-belt-arms-pants-boots. can't just make the undershirt invisible bc there's no torso under there lol and it would also get rid of the arms and legs. in the civilian outfit there are two meshes: coat-and-belt and undershirt-torso-arms-pants-boots.

but like. they're basically the same? so I thought I should just be able to leave the feathers in place and replace the coat and undershirt! which worked! (after uhhhhhh several fails. yes I can follow a tutorial; that doesn't mean I can follow it on the first try because using the frosty editor feels approximately like me walking blindfolded through a convenience store knocking things off shelves. or something. idk what the hell I'm doing lol)

I hate wearing the same outfit as Ivenci tho. seriously considering putting Ivenci in something else and giving the random civilian npcs Ivenci's fit lmao. or just dress the civilians in some other civilian outfit? I wonder if I can do that...

[bisluthq]

See I’m was you I don’t like Kelly one bit, I legit find it fascinating that Taylor invited her to the studio and probably played her some of TTPD before it was released, what makes it even more fascinating is that she continued to fuel joe hate, to me she screams I want clout from swifties and the fact that swifties can’t see that is insane to me

Me too lol. I think Taylor likes her because she’s totally unthreatening and sucks Taylor’s dick real good. Like I think Taylor’s real friends also don’t call out a lot of her bullshit tbh but Keileigh (is that now right? I’m legit trying???) is like 🤩😍😘 at the expense of her OWN FUCKING HUSBAND lol which is the part that 🤯 makes my brain explode. Literally *I* would be embarrassed to act the way she did at the Globes because I’ve been to Cannes as a journalist (which obviously wasn’t the same but I was there physically lol) and my boyfriend works in film. I’ve never been and I’d be really excited to dress up and go like ngl it’d be cool af but *I* wouldn’t act like a fucking stan who won a competition? Literally that woman was more excited than Make A Wish kids ever are lol. She was more excited than the fans who got Swiftmas gifts. It was intense. And I like could get behind it if that were idk a random girl Taylor had accidentally befriended - like if a Frostie girlfriend had ever gone with Taylor to an event and acted like that I’d be like “okay one minute you’re working a normal 9-5 in the City and dating… let’s say the architect… and the next you’re walking the Red Carpet with Taylor Swift lmfao okay pop off girlie embarrass yourself you’ll regret it in the morning but yolo” but the problem is Kelly (I give up) is married to a full on A lister, has presumably been to Tom Cruise’s house (that’s like celeb experience wise as cool as Taylor imho) and did not regret it in the morning? Unless Miles is v embarrassed of her and treats her badly as a result idk and maybe she’s projecting her distaste for Miles onto Joe???

[startreatment]

literally no one asked, but i'm listening to midnights in full (again) to see if my opinion's changed so! a little track by track review!

lavender haze - i got it the first time. nothing bad to say about this track tbh! really like the melodies, it's catchy and feels fresh and new. well, it kinda reminds me of false god in a sense? maybe it's just the sultry nature of the track. 8/10

maroon - this fuck ass song. the metaphors are giving "high schooler trying to write poetry" at times, the chorus is just. . . no, thank you! earlier on twitter i said that it feels like too much and not enough at the same time? her vocals are clearly the focus, but i don't particularly enjoy the melodies on this one, so. . . don't like the production either actually! it's kinda like afterglow but worse in every way to me. the outro's nice though, i love her voice! still i skip it every time it comes on shuffle and roll my eyes every time i see maroon praise on the tl. 4/10

anti-hero - actually a lot better than i remember! that sexy baby line still catches me off guard every time tho. the bridge is very funny TO ME! i kinda see the vision now i think. maybe! idk. the verses are kinda there, don't really do anything for me (which is actually a problem with most track on this record, now that i think about it). nonetheless it's like a 7/10

snow on the beach - genuinely a great track, even though i never get the urge to listen to it. love how dream-like and hazy and Cold it sounds! like a particularly frosty night in the middle of december. it's a very purple track as well, if you know what i mean. i like it! some of the lyrics are questionable ("life is emotionally abusive" is just not it for me SORRY).

ALSO the "weird but fucking beautiful" part is incredibly annoying to me . . .something about it is so lana that i just can't stomach it, it makes me physically cringe. when i do listen to the song, it's always the clean version lol. also i just couldn't give less of a shit about lana and i'm glad she didn't get a verse! 8.5/10 tho, a beautiful track.

you're on your own, kid - i get what she was going for, and if it weren't for jack i would've loved this one a lot more bc lyrically and vocally it's very very nice! unfortunately they both hate me. oh well! 8/10

midnight rain - love the concept, but the execution could've been wayyyy better tbh. lyrically it's a bit corny at times and production-wise it's nothing to write home about, but it's not outrageously horrible, so i guess a 6/10?

question...? - i have the bad taylor swift songs enjoyer gene so TO ME this isn't half as bad as everyone makes it out to be. the bridge is meh, but the melodies are very fun! lyrically, it's kinda all over the place, but i still get it . 7/10

vigilante shit - look. didn't i just say i have the bad ts songs enjoyer gene? it could've been in my top 5 if the production was even a tiny bit interesting. lyrically? it's atrocious. unbelievably corny, this weird mixture of edgy and awkward only taylor can achieve. in other words, PERFECT !!! it kind of reminds me of lwymmd, if lwymmd was like 3 times less cunty and camp, and like 10 times less interesting production-wise. vocally, she delivers though! very sexy, playful and fun!!! we could've had it all!! jack had other plans, i guess. 6/10

bejeweled - really fun. one of my favs since day one, actually! loooove the production on this one! the synth (? i don't know shit about instruments btw) makes me think of those 3-in-a-row games and it's just Perfect! love those "nice!" moments, love the chorus, love the bridge. in the famous words of Taylor Nation, let's reclaim the land, uk swifties! 8/10

labyrinth - too boring, sorry. i've seen someone say that if this song were on folklore, swifties would "give it the attention it deserves", and i couldn't disagree more. it's just not It lyrically, sorry. 5/10. SORRY. genuinely don't understand why she put this on the record instead of something like would've, could've, should've, or the great war or even glitch (which would make the bejeweled -> karma transition seamless. do you guys think we'll ever get a solid ts album tracklist that makes sense? i doubt it.)

karma - again, i got it the first time. verses are boring and if i could, i'd only listen to the chorus+the bridge, but it's still soooooo FUNNNN!!! like. karma is a cat purring in my lap cause it loves me. that chorus melody is Insane and her vocal delivery is top notch. she's a pop mastermind. 8/10 only because the verses suck otherwise this would've been a 10 and i mean it. i like pop music a lot btw.

sweet nothing - really sweet. doesn't make me feel like i'm slipping into a coma, unlike labyrinth. beautiful piano, beautiful melodies! like a 7/10 maybe. should've been a tad shorter i think.

mastermind - i wish it didn't suck this bad production-wise. i think the concept's really fun - a song about being a mastermind from a woman known to leave easter eggs everywhere she goes. the idea of working hard behind the scenes trying to construct a perfect love story for you and your lover... i get it. unfortunately, it's also . . . boring. 5/10.

not gonna do the 3am tracks and hits different because they're all great and i don't feel like writing out "this has great lyrics!" 7 times in a row. i do have to say that dear reader is the worst thing ever because JACK ANTONOFF. like it just makes me want to throw up how much i like the lyrics and how shitty the song sounds. goddamit.

it's a 6.7, according to my calculator!

[tumbling-down-the-hall]

Am I the villain in my story?

I throw things when I get frustrated and can't use my words.

Why do I have issues with him?

Alcohol (obviously)

He makes stupid choices.

Is the definition of yolo.

Does not use his one braincell

Says he cares but doesn't

My issue is that I overthink

My issue is that he doesn't understand me

My issue is that I don't understand him. I feel like we are too different for each other. It didn't feel that way at the beginning but it is.

My issue is that I complain too much. Though I don't complain about work to him anymore.

My issue is that it feels like we are roommates more than a couple. Which I know sucks.

My issue is that I have anger problems probably because of my autism.

He got me a faygo today and I was like why that one. Because it was the only one they had and I thought of you and knew you drank blue faygo. Cute gesture but because I "shit on it" he wasn't happy.

He said to give him a goal for one or two months. Because I feel like he doesn't help around the apartment (fuck i barely do shit in the apartment but I try to keep the sink empty because I was over having to wash a lot of dishes and that has lessened one of my triggers)

Goals I could give him

Limit visits to the local pizza place

Start walking with me?

(because I was angry) use the braincell you have

(one that could actually work) keep track of how much you spend on beer.

I say this last one because I told him that he spent more on beer than he did on me and he was like I don't spend $500 on beer. (I think he does but maybe forcing him to keep track of it will make him realize how much he spends on it)

I know I spend a stupid amount at work for cheese, cracker, and grape trays and energy drinks. Which I can buy elsewhere. For cheaper but I choose not too. Most of what I buy is food. And I feel like that statement always stands.

I need to try to go back to my Americorps days and spend less. (though I feel like I have always had this issue? Idk maybe not) I need to save more. For emergencies (and or if whatever I think will happen happens...)

I got mad at him because we talked about getting ice cream after he got back from dinner (I wasn't hungry) and he was gonna text me and that didn't happen he just came up stairs. I didn't want to drive and I didn't want him driving even though he only had 2 beers. And he was like you are upset because you don't want ice cream anymore. No I'm upset because I don't want to drive to get ice cream and I don't want you to drive to get soft serve. I didn't want ice cream I could get from the corner store because I wanted a frosty or a jamocha shake. And I think I'm back to little things trigger me. Why am I wound up so tight? Because I don't feel loved?

Apparently my thought process is wrong. He was doing a stupid thing on my shoulder and I made a comment about wanting to injury him (like headbutt or shove my shoulder into him) and he backed off and was like uhh what? And when he was at the foot of the bed he decided to play with my feet. Where I could actually kick him. I don't understand that thought process.

And then I made a comment of I'm glad you bring yourself joy and he was like yeah. Somebody has to.

Am I the issue in this relationship?

Because it's starting to feel like it when he doesn't see that he does anything wrong. Am I dating a narcissist? Who is gaslighting me into believing that I'm the wrong one.

If I am the issue in the relationship, then why do you stay. You can't joke that it's my body anymore. You barely get that. We barely do anything because I don't feel appreciated in this relationship. I'm just here. You say you love me but do you?

You make sure I eat (not necessarily true, I know there are specific days of the week when I do not eat and you are around.)

You make sure I drink enough water (again do you?)

If I ask you to do something you do it. I don't think I have ever heard you say no to me.

Asked to cut my steak because I didn't want to wield the knife

Asked to do XYZ things when I'm sick

Or to grab my water when I forgot it in the living room or various other things that I have forgotten.

Orange theory works for you but it feels like that is the only thing that works.

I don't feel appreciated in this relationship which is why I'm not intimate. I know he wants me to be more intimate but if I don't feel appreciated I'm not going to give you what you want.

I'm not going to the pizza place tomorrow for the Superbowl. I don't care that he wants me to. I don't want to drink and I don't want to be around those people.

[sirotras]

ok not... quite what i was going for....

[134340am]

HI BABY!!!! im gonna request “when i opened my eyes, it was april 11” (that’s my birthday hehe :3) idk if you write for dabi but if you do im requesting him >:} if you don’t ill request armin hehe HAHA THANK U

dabi (touya) x gn!reader, non-canonverse, 1.9k 花樣年華: The Notes Series

8. when i opened my eyes, it was April 11 | moodboard

when you opened your eyes, it was april 11.

the inaudible buzz of the motel television, in addition to the last tendrils of sleep still clinging to your consciousness, encapsulates your brain in a fuzzy blanket that threatens to pull you back to dreamland. and with half your face tucked into your boyfriend’s chest, you were more relaxed than you’ve felt in a long time.

it took a while for you to wake up enough to speak.

“whatcha watchin’, touya?”

“wheel of fortune. this dude’s gonna lose, i just know it.”

you could feel warm fingers trailing up your side, brushing over your elbow to pinch at the skin of your tricep mindlessly. you could blearily make out the blurred image of a few people on screen coupled with a smattering of applause from the audience. bored, you choose to focus on the dying rays of sunlight streaming in through the motel room’s old window, patches of mould and dirt on the glass pane casting odd shadows on the yellowing sheets. 

the day was coming to an end.

you find yourself drifting in and out of consciousness once more, soothed by the white noise of the television and the steady rise and fall of touya’s warm chest. he typically ran cold, which gave him an excuse to stuff his frosty fingers under your clothes whenever he pleased, but he was warm today – probably due to the body heat you two shared in your nest of blankets. 

between moments of sleep and wake, you scarcely register the crackle of the host’s voice alongside the soft da-dum of your lover’s heartbeat.

eventually, you were roused by the sound of your stomach grumbling. propping yourself up a little more, still snuggled in touya’s arms (you bump your head into his chin and he grunts, squeezing you in revenge), you let yourself come to full consciousness while watching the episode of wheel of fortune.

one letter p, one b, and one a. two words, one a lot longer than the other. the category is fictional characters.

“it’s probably paddington bear,” you mumble.

a hand moves to your hair to smooth it down carefully.

“no, it’s obviously pretty baby.”

“that doesn’t even fit. length-wise, i mean.”

“that’s usually not a problem for me.”

“gross, touya.”

his chest jumps as he huffs out a quick laugh at your dry response. the hand that was stroking at your hair cups your chin at an awkward angle. touya leans down to capture your lips in a kiss that starts out innocently – just the warm press of his chapped lips against yours – but dips into a short make-out session very quickly. it involved a bit more tongue than you would’ve liked, but you indulge him anyway. you always do.

he pulls back with a smirk. “awake now?”

you nod, pulling him down for one more quick kiss. 

“let’s get dinner,” he mumbles into the kiss.

you sigh when you pull away, though you didn’t mean to. “you know we don’t have money for dinner.”

touya’s gaze trails over to the box of cigarettes sitting on the bedside table. “i’m sorry, babe.”

you humph, letting yourself slump against him tiredly. your nose finds its way into the hollow of his collarbone on instinct and you puff a grumpy exhale into it. “you’re terrible, touya.”

“i am.”

“i hate you.”

“you do.”

“…i’m hungry.”

a sigh. “so am i.”

touya untangles his arms from your waist, shifting you in his lap to dig deep into the pocket of his pants. while he searches his pockets with a frown, you let your thumb smooth over his brow bone, eyes transfixed on the way his staples glint in the dim light of the motel room. 

touya’s search results in a safety pin, some lint, and a few rusted coins. 

“should be enough for some oden. c’mon, let’s go.” 

.

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.

it only took two minutes for you and touya to find a humble cart selling steaming pots of oden. you were surprised to see that you were the only customers present, despite the cart being located just a stone’s throw away from the motel you were staying at.

the stall vendor eyes you two curiously as you sit down on the rickety wooden stools in front of the cart, noses already flushed pink from the cold. you can’t help but notice how her eyes were drawn to touya, but ignore the silent judgement in favour of savouring the warmth from the pots that thawed your freezing cheeks. 

dinner starts with small, careful sips of piping hot oden broth ladled into paper cups. touya picks out sticks of fish cake, fake crab meat, and daikon that he drops into your cup, opting for a thumb-sized slice of konjac for himself. 

this elicits a frown and a jab in the side from you. “touya, you hardly got anything for yourself.”

he shrugs. “it’s fine. i’m not hungry.”

��liar. that’s not what you said just now.”

touya stifles a smile at that, pleasantly surprised by how you remembered what he said because he sure as hell doesn’t.

“fine, you got me.” touya bites into half of his skewer before dropping it into your cup. a few stray drops of rich brown broth fall onto the scarred wooden table. you bite off half of each of your skewers before depositing the other half into his cup, and this exchange went on between the two of you in a stretch of comfortable silence.

as always, touya finishes before you do. but he sits and waits patiently, blue eyes warmed into an oaky brown under the tent’s warm orange light. 

while you polish off the rest of your meal, you watch the vendor wipe down her small counter space with an old cloth, fascinated by the way she moves swiftly – as if she’s done this every day her whole life (and she probably has). your passive observation turns into surprise when she speaks up for the first time since you sat down.

“eat more. it’s cold,” she orders, but not unkindly, as her eyes flash over touya’s thin fingers. 

just as you thought you were done with your meal, the vendor wordlessly ladles boiled eggs and stuffed tofu bags into your cup and touya’s. then she fills your cups to the brim with some more hot broth, casting a sharp look at you when you open your mouth to protest.

you suppose she’s taken a liking to your boyfriend now, perhaps endeared by how well he treats you – a fact you noted proudly.

dinner ends with the two of you draining every last drop of broth in your cups, tummies now filled and warmed. touya fishes out the coins from his pocket and drops them into the vendor’s wrinkled hands, thanking her softly. she waves him off, sparing him a quick nod before she goes back to packing up her stall.

touya takes your hand in his, clumsily lacing his fingers with yours, before stuffing your intertwined hands into his coat pocket. 

then the two of you set off into the night.

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.

.

turns out, touya’s coat pocket – not his pants pocket – held a humble reserve of coins, with which you two spent on a cheap packet of sparklers. 

the palpable excitement rolling off of your lover’s body has your heart rate speeding up as the two of you approach the shoreline of a small nearby beach. 

maybe it was the shaky reflection of the moon on the water, or the night breeze that licked at your ankles and made you huddle closer to touya, or the warmth from his hand seeping into the cracks in your palm, but you couldn’t help the sense of sentimentality that crashed over you. you weren’t sure if you could call it love, the way you were certain it was an indisputable feeling of fondness. or perhaps it was both and you have yet to figure this out. 

what you did know is that you are now ready to invest your life savings into buying touya sparklers as often as you possibly can. the indifferent expression he typically wears on his face now lights up in an effortless, boyish grin that could put the sun to shame. and the nostalgic sound of touya’s sparkler crackling away, combined with the soft sigh of waves meeting the sand, is drowned out by your lover’s boisterous laugh as he swings his sparkler around excitedly.

this went on for a bit – you attempted to draw out hearts and stars with your red sparkler, while touya tried (and failed) to spell out your name with his yellow one. 

but all good things come to an end, and it pained you to see the smile on touya’s face fading when you reached into the plastic tray to find one last sparkler.

“let’s make a wish on this last one,” you declare, pushing the long blue stick into his hands. “you can do the honours because you bought me dinner.”

“i see you’re easy to please,” he teases, but reaches for the lighter in his pocket anyway.

“so are you.”

a quick click of the lighter was all it took for the sparkler to come to life, spurting white-gold bursts of fire that fizzled away as quickly as they came. your lover swings the sparkler in the shape of a lopsided heart excitedly. you couldn’t help but notice how the blue sparkles matched his eyes, making them glow impossibly brighter in the dark. 

but before you could let yourself get too distracted by your boyfriend’s good looks, you catch sight of the empty sparkler packet once more, bringing your attention back to the task at hand.

“hurry up, touya. you need to make a wish before the sparkler dies,” you urge. 

the calm smile on his face doesn’t waver. “patience, love. if i only get one wish, i’m not wasting it.”

his eyes close. in the faint light of the moon and the sparkler he was holding, you marvelled at the delicate slope of his nose and the way his lashes kissed his skin. he looked so happy. and the fact that this was a relatively rare sight created a dull ache in your chest, that was quickly overtaken by a sense of panic as you realised his sparkler was dying faster than before.

“touya!” you manage to squeak out. “hurry up!”

the sparkler sputters out its last few flames.

touya’s eyes flew open. “i wish tomorrow would never come.”

then the sparkler fizzes out, leaving the two of you shrouded in darkness.

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. 

when you opened your eyes, it was april 11.

the remnants of sleep tug at your brain temptingly but you fight to keep your eyes open, your vision zoning in on the television by the bed. a familiar green board dotted with white tiles takes up most of the screen. must be an old episode of wheel of fortune, you think to yourself, before lazily snuggling back into your lover’s chest.

a new question pops up.

one letter p, one b, and one a. two words; the first one long and the second one short. the category is fictional characters. 

“it’s probably paddington bear,” you whisper.

touya’s hand pats at your hair. “no, it’s obviously pretty baby. like you – you’re my pretty baby.”

you eye the 10-letter blank on the screen and shrug.

“you know what? you’re probably right.”

a/n: love you bubby! thank you for being one of my first friends on here. i’m grateful for your encouragement and kindness, and i hope your days will always be merry and bright. <3

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The April to Their Mad Dog

Anon: Idk if you'll like this prompt but here's an idea for the rottmnt mud dogs: Human!Reader being to Mud Dogs what April is to Turtles Bois. HCs or a one shot--- I'll honestly eat ANYTHING bc I love mud dogs so much. (Also, I hope ur doing okay)

A/N: i love this! and i love the mud dogs and the fact the 2012 vas came back to voice them (*ﾉ▽ﾉ) Also thank you anon for the concern- I've been doing okay lately. Just a bit stressed by life stuff! also, i want to do some hcs in the future too for the muds dogs so look out for that!

You were cold. And tired.

But, there were three stinky, troublesome and flat broke wannabe crooks who needed you. Well, needed your wallet because they were pinching pennies and had no cash for food.

You grunted as you trudged through the muck of the sewer they were squatting in.

They used to live in the Mystic City- a place they’ve told you sparingly about. Mostly Mickey would. The others required some pestering before they would regale their time there to you. Something about feeling bitter toward the place because they had no good luck pulling off schemes when they were living there.

Which turned around when they came topside.

As if NYC didn't already have a full plate.

You made it to the end of the tunnel and about time too because you could never bear the smell for very long.

There was a large, metal door before you and you gave it a series of knocks before the rectangular peephole slid open.

"Password?" came Danny's thick Jersey boy accent as he peered at you with those cynical eyes of his.

You blustered your lips.

"Dan- you called me to shop for you guys." you pouted, usually you wouldn’t be so disgruntled to visit but not only did you come all this way, but in a blizzard no less.

Danny rolled his eyes, "Aight, aight; come on in toots."

The door slot closed, and the hunk of metal made a few deep and hollow clangs and thuds before giving way and letting you into their scummy hideout.

You hurried in and went to plop the haul you got for the mutants down in their mix shift kitchenette. With a sigh, you relished in how cozy it felt in the lair and mentally thanked that time you helped them snag some old heaters you found on the curb outside your apartment building.

"You guys owe me. It feels 5 below out there." you whined as you patted some life back into your red, frosty cheeks.

Danny chuckled and stood beside you, cooly leaning on the kitchenette's island.

"Isn't bein in our presence payment enough?" he winked with his classic smirk.

You gave him a pointed look.

"Not all the time." you pulled off your scarf and snow laden jacket, more than ready to kick back for a while until the howling storm outside wasn’t so bad.

Dan sighed dramatically, "Come on now, no need to act all prickly. Thought we were pals."

“You try walking through a blizzard and bein’ cheery about it afterward Dan. It’s enough to freeze your tail off out there.” you hung your jacket on the back of one of the island chairs; all of which weren’t the same and barely matched the kitchen. 

Danny started poking around the groceries and plucked out a can of soup, “Well, you know what would happen if anybody up there saw the likes of us without one of those fancy smancy cloakin’ broaches.” the rat mutant had less humor in his voice than before as he read the back of the soup can.

But he stopped and looked at you with a surprisingly soft smile.

“Thank you for gettin us all this darlin’.” even though he sounded more casual again like usual, he also seemed surprisingly genuine.

Truthfully you really didn’t mind doing this much for them. You couldn’t consciously bear it if they were seen and carted off like science experiments by the government. And, you wouldn't know what to do knowing these dummies were in harms way.

“I’d say it was no problem at all but,” you took off one of your snow boots and turned it upside to let a lump of slush fall out of it.

“that would be a stretch.” you said with your own smile.

Danny had a snicker at that and Mickey slithered over to see what all the chuckles were about.

“Hey! When’d you get here and why was I like the last to know?” he asked you before giving Danny an accusing glance for not telling him you arrived sooner. 

You didn’t even answer before he dove right into the grocery bags.

“I just got here Mick and don’t make a mess, huh?” you tittered at his excitement as you tried to balance while you yanked off your other boot and rolled off your socks so you could hang those up too.

Mickey’s head fins were lighting up with sparks as he sifted around, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth. He nodded at you before squawking with glee when he found the bloodworms you picked up for him. 

You found out some mutants had odd eating habits on day one with these guys.

You stood by as Danny and Mickey began to brainstorm about what they would have for dinner tonight, chipping in a couple ideas before letting your eyes wander in search of the third member of their trio. He was sitting on the couch still, watching tv with a lackluster expression.

You learned from being friends with the boys for a decent amount of time now that despite how cloudy Leonard seemed, he wasn’t so bad when you got to know him.

“Hey Lenny boy! You joinin’ us or what?” Danny hollered to his green pal.

Leonard gruffed and looked over at you all before getting up and moseying on over with his hands in his front pockets.

He saw the spread of groceries you got for them- it was enough to have them stocked for the next week- and gave a little huff as he looked down at you.

“Thanks.” 

You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you would try to return the favor. Maybe.” your smile had turned into a smirk.

They all had a little laugh and even Leonard cracked a snaggle toothed smile.

Danny rubbed his hands together, “So, what we havin’ tonight?” he was the cook among them and he looked ready to whip something up right then as he tied on a tattered apron.

You took a seat and watched as a new discussion sparked between the three of them now on what would be the best dish to go with. Of course, you knew if there was a way to get pizza today they would’ve jumped at the chance.

You snickered under your breath. That was one of the quirks that you liked about them. Their strange but fun disposition. They may be a group of bungling burglars, but they were charming and nice to be around like this. They felt more real than anyone you’d ever known. 

Some people would disagree and wonder why you stuck around anyone of this ilk, but you knew they were just trying to find ways to scrape for cash.

That and they were different than they were down in Mystic City. They went from stealing for themselves to stealing to help others too- they were like their own Robin hood troop. Something you like to think you had a hand in. And, so long as they kept it up you would be there for them like today.

After all, you probably wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for bumping into them. The friendship afterward was just collateral damage. 

Suddenly all eyes were on you as you apparently became the deciding vote on food and you giggled at their expectant faces.

The type of collateral damage you could never be upset about.

[thiswasinevitableid]

Hello! I hope you’re having a great holiday. I’m not sure if you’re still taking winter prompts, but I have a specific request. Have you ever written a sad/comfort holiday fic? Doesnt even have to be romantic. Maybe Aubrey is alone on Christmas but gets to video chat with Duck who reminds her she’s not alone - idk. Something like that would melt my heart. Thank you, again I hope you’re having a nice winter season!

Here you go, I hope this fits the bill! And thank you, <3

In retrospect, trying to fly back to Kepler early Christmas morning when there’s a snowstorm AND a pandemic was not Aubrey’s best plan.

She’s been visiting her aunt and uncle, her only remaining relatives on her mom’s side. It was in part because, after returning Sylvain home, it’s hurt a little less to think about her mom, so seeing the family wasn’t the painful ordeal it used to be. But it’s also because the memory of Dani reuniting with her family sits fresh and bright in her mind. Dani was cut off from them for years, wanting to see them but forbidden under the terms of her exile. Aubrey teared up when she watched her girlfriend be swamped in hugs by an overyjoyed, vampiric extended family. She’d never been cut off from her extended family that way, and a voice in the back of her head that’s she’s sure (okay, mostly sure) doesn’t belong to anyone but her told her it was time to reconnect. So off she flew.

Dani was supposed to come so she could meet them, but came down with a cold the day before they flew out. It turns out that Poinsettias are bad for vampires, and one snuck through Barclay’s careful monitoring of the Lodge lobby.

On the plus side, it meant Dani could stay with Dr. Harris Bonkers, who was not permitted as a carry-on for MJN Air and also was pretty clearly not a normal rabbit, something Aubrey isn’t ready to explain to her relatives.

The downside is it means she’s well and truly alone, sitting in O’Hare and cursing her luck, the weather, and over-priced salad she bought at a kiosk.

She’s far from the only stranded traveler, but everywhere she looks, she sees people in groups or duos, huddled up under vaguely non-denominational seasonal lights and tinsel or sipping fancy coffee.

There was a dinner at the Lodge tonight; it was probably the bomb, Barclay likes an excuse to bust out the fancy menu and make a hundred different things.

She picks up the book she brought, but can’t focus on it. Has the same problem with the games on her phone, the fidget snake Indrid gave her, or her favorite Youtube magic trick how-to series.

Dani is asleep, Barclay said she’d been out more or less all day, even though she felt way better, and Aubrey doesn’t want to call and wake her up. 

The shitty bucket seats near the gate that she sat down by at random are killing her, no matter how she perches or sprawls on them, so she shoulders her bag and trudges down the shiny concourse, looking for somewhere to sit.

It’s not that she’s never been alone, though even when she first traveled away from home she had Dr. Harris Bonkers. It’s more that she;s gotten so used to being around a bunch of people. First at the Lodge, then in Sylvain.

She’s gotten used to having a family. Being without it, on a day when everyone says you should be near them, reminds her too much of the first Christmas without her mom.

God, if she start crying in an airport, it’ll suck. In part because blowing her nose still sometimes leads to little bursts of fire. Janelle is still stumped by that one.

A sign on a little wooden post says the place she’s stopped in front of is open until 2 am. That’ll work. She glances at the name.

It’s the Bigfoot Bar and Grille.

She laughs a little louder than she means to, but it’s 10:30 P.M in an airport; no one gives her a second glance, all too busy doing their own weird thing in a liminal space.

The place has wi-fi, and she plus her phone in to the courtesy socket by her booth. She orders nachos and a root-beer float, because why the hell not, she’s in an airport, lonely, and hungry.

Her phone flashes, an incoming video call where the only thing in the caller I.D is a duck emoji.

“Hey, Lady Flame.” Duck grins at her from the couch; he’s in a Christmas sweater, and Winnie is whapping a shiny toy just out of frame.

“Hi!” She waves, “Indrid tell you I was bored?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, he’s asleep. Zonked out on a carton of nog and two dozen cookies. Barclay mentioned you got stuck when we were at the Lodge earlier. Thought you might like some company.”

“I really, really would.”

“Even if I don’t got much excitin to report?”

“I’m, like, this close to ripping out the speakers in this terminal; they’re all playing Muzak Christmas Carols.”

Duck grimaces

“I know, right? Frosty the Snowman is bad enough on it’s own.”

“Yeah, never cared much for that one. Always liked ‘Silver Bells.’“ He mumbles a little on the admission.

“Duck, you’ve never lived in a city.”

“So? Kinda fun, imaginin Christmas in a different place.”

“0/10, would not recommend.”

He snickers, says encouragingly, “c’mon, gotta be a song that puts you in the Christmas spirit.”

“I kinda like the ones from the Rudolph movie, the one with the kinda creepy animation. Mom liked to sing them to me when I was little. She’d be, like, decorating the tree and singing to herself and let me help and-”

She sniffs, not noticing the tear until it falls.

“Sorry. I’m still getting used to talking about her like that to people.”

“S’okay. You don’t have to.”

“I...I kinda want to. Even though I did it a bunch this week, I couldn’t talk to my relatives about the whole fire-guilt-surprise you’re a god thing.”

The view shifts, Duck adjusting the laptop so the small Christmas tree is in the background.

“What else did she do?”

And so Aubrey tells him; about the year of the badly burnt cookies that they ate anyway, of her mom reading her the same picture book, even when she got too old for it, because it was a tradition for the two of them. Of her mom wearing the flamebright pendant at Christmas parties and Aubrey always asking if she could wear it this year.

Eventually, the harried waitress puts her food down before dashing off to cover eight other tables.

“Better let you go, don’t want those nachos gettin cold.”

“Yeah. Cold nachos are sad. Thanks for keeping me company.”

“Any time. And Aubrey? Know it feels like, being stuck there tonight, but you ain’t alone. And I don’t mean in some weird, woo-woo way. I mean we’re all thinkin about you, and we’ll all be waitin for you tomorrow. It ain’t like before you came to Kepler, when there wasn’t anyone waitin for you at the next stop, or the one after that. Where there wasn’t really a home. You got a home now, hell, you got two of ‘em, one on each planet.”

Aubrey wipes her thumb under her eye.

You ain’t alone, Lady Flame, you’re just a little further away than usual.”

“Yeah” the words sink in and she smiles, brighter this time, “yeah, you’re right. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Merry Christmas, Duck.”

“Merry Christmas, Aubrey.”

[acrmony-a]

alright i’m going to be honest i think ive kind of seen enough,,, i was pretty uneducated at the beginning because im not part of discord servers / took a week off and what not but the more that comes out idk. im not going to block/bother anyone who interacts with the parties involved but for the safety of my mutuals and some of my friends i think i’ll have to take a stand and break some ties with some of the accused and cut interactions. i know this does not directly involve me but i don't want to stay silent on an issue i see impacting a lot of people i hold dearly. i’ll wish everyone the best and i fully believe people can learn and grow from their mistakes but at this time i need to distance myself out of respect and security for my mutuals. i really hope this turns this into a learning experience and helps some of us grow. educate and make your own decisions. 

also DO NOT take this as an opportunity to spread HATE or attack EITHER party. this is NOT what it is about. this is to educate and promote growth and keep people safe. if you’re sending hurtful anons you are part of the problem. 

you can read moose’s post here

i STRONGLY recommend you do but i won’t force anyone. i respect everyone’s choice to get involved or not, i know a lot of my mutuals suffer from anxiety and this is very stressful for them. i hear you. speak out if you’re brave enough but do not hurt yourself in the process. you are loved. 

finally, i dont wish negativity on anyone - just growth. i don’t think i’ll say much more on the matter unless something ABSOLUTELY game changing comes out but i wouldn't’ be able to rest easy without explaining my stance. 

to keep things balanced and fair - you can also read frosty’s response here. while i support moose and the others, i also understand everyone has a right to their own opinion and should be completely educated/knowledgeable before making a decision. 

[moonlite-stars116]

Pink Camellia, Red Rose, Yellow & Purple Hyacinth, Heliotrope, and Daffodil’s...

Pt.1

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Pink Camellia, Red Roses, Yellow and Purple Hyacinth, Heliotrope, and Doffodil’s, I cough these up.

⚠️warnings: Death(Pt.2), Unrequited love(possibly), Crying, Blood, Gay, Hanahaki, and Cussing. ⚠️

Do people still post things on here? IDK....But read the warnings and all of the flowers in this have Victorian meanings. This is between the second and third movie, then the third Movie, which I need to watch again so, consistency issues are to be expected. Also, in any other language that isn’t English, I’ll either use Google translate, If not I’ll use my Know-how of the languages but no one in here is German so- Google translate!

Hope you Enjoy reading this! 🙂

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When Jedediah first felt the itching in the back of his throat was soon after the Smithsonian, and the museum was now being open during the night. He and the Leader of Rome were Usually joking around sometimes, or talk to tour groups.

Octavius was the leader, he was the same height as Jedediah but that was the only common thing they have together. While Jedediah was Blond, he was Black-haired, While Jed had blue eyes, he had brown, while Jed preferred Leather vests, red handkerchiefs, blue cotton shirts, jeans, boots, and his usual Stenson, Octavius preferred Armor, A gladiator-like helmet, a tunic, and sandals. So, when he started to hack his lungs up away from prying eyes and given a petal from a red rose he was confused.

This had never happened to him before, even with his memories combined with the real Jedediah Smith. The only thing that he could think of was that he started feeling something for the Roman. He dropped it to the ground and kicked dirt over it. Walking away he couldn't help but taste blood faintly, probably something that wouldn’t affect him. Much.

He was completely wrong...

Every month the petals would get worst of change up colors, it turned into pink petals when he was with the roman, red when he was alone when he felt jealous when the Roman talked about someone in the company having hypnotic blue eyes, he coughed up yellow petals, then purple when he calmed down and a wash of sadness would come over him. He didn't know why. He wanted to know why.

He was with Octavius walking through some of the other exhibits when he felt a larger itch. As if something was coming up, and it wasn't a petal. He doubled over hacking and coughing. He faintly felt someone hitting his back, finally, a bloodied rosebud came up out of his throat, it felt like it was torn out of his lung... He could feel the tears dripping down his cheeks as the Roman held him up. The coughing took a lot of his energy out of him, More then what the petals did. “I’m taking you to see a doctor!” Octavious exclaimed before dragging Jed to where the dioramas are. Jed really hadn't the energy to fight the roman sadly and he wanted to head home and sleep.

The Roman had dragged him to the western diorama and now the doctor was looking over the rose. “And how long had this been happenin’” Jed thought for a moment, “A few months, it started with petals...” He said looking around. He ignored Octavious’ worried look. The doctor hummed. “I think you two should talk with Ahkmenra, He would know all of this magic and whatnot that came with the tablet.” the Doctor handed Jed the Rose. The two left and saw the start of the sunrise coming up. They quickly got into their positions and Jedidiah felt something scratch the back of his throat as the rays of sunlight shone in the room.

The moment Jed could feel his joints de-stiffen he was dragged to Ahkmenra’s exhibit by Octavius. He explained what was wrong to Ahk who just looked at him. “I believe it was called Hannahaki, they mentioned it once ore twice at Cambridge University.” “It makes ya hack your lungs up for flowers?!” Jed said angrily. “It’s cause by Unrequited love or believing that the person doesn’t love you back my friend.”

Well fuck-

The two left the Egyptian exhibit with no other problems. Jeremiah is feeling sicker than before. Before feeling his lung jerk and him doubling over coughing harshly. Blood spurting from his mouth. Octavius rushed over to his friend’s aid and rubbed his back as a daffodil fell to the ground with blood on it and around it.

The two made it back Jed having hidden the flower in his vest pocket. “Who do you love friend?” Octavius asked once they were alone. Jedediah was caught off by the question. H looked up, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Jed said looking away. Thinking of what Ahkmenra said.

“It’s cause by Unrequited love or believing that the person doesn’t love you back my friend.”

Octavius gave him a worried look. “Are they in the museum?” Octavius asked. Jed looked at him skeptical. “Are we playin’ that 20 question game Gigantor explained to us?” “If it’s to keep you from dying my friend then we shall! Now are the person of interest in the museum?” Jed sighed, but nodded. If he just beats around the bush then he could avoid being rejected, and having the disease get worst, and not having someone to help him through it.

The questions were simple. We're they human? We're they a well-known exhibit? Till they got to a few bumps.

“Are they male or female?” the two now we're in some other excluded part of the Museum. A place no one visits. Jed thought for a moment. “What do you think?” He asked slightly smiling a Jed. He felt a couple petals in is mouth coming up. He looked away and coughed watching as a few purple petals dropped on the ground. Octavius gave him a sad look. “Female?” he asked. When he didn’t get a response he tilted his head at Jed curiously. “Male?” Jed looked away but nodded. “So, your Homosexual?” Octavius asked. Jedediah looked at him curiously. “Is that a bad thing?” Octavius shook his head. “It is not my friend, some of the people in Rome are,” Octavius said. “But I thought-” “I like ‘em both, just the person causin’ this is male,” Jedediah said.

The two returned to there Exhibits before the sub rose and made them wax again. “I promise to find the person for you Caseus mollis mea!” Jedediah chuckled. “Ok partner, see you tonight.” He said as he walked to the Diorama.

After that the game between the two turned from 20 questions to 40 questions.

“Is he a military leader?”

Jedediah nearly wrecked when the roman asked that while the two were driving around. “Yes?” he said. The Roman was silent after that more than likely thinking of another question. “Is it Atilla?” Octavius asked, Jedediah thankfully was expecting that question, but it still was unexpected. “No, ” he coughed and a few flower petals dropped from his mouth. They were pink. The roman nodded and looked out the window. He couldn’t think of any other question for the rest of the night. The westerner was happy about this. Then a thought came to his mind.

“Since we’re talking about my love life what about you?” Jedediah asked. The Roman gave him a shocked look before sighing. “I don’t have one, well, not in the museum. Before now, I had 3 wives and two children of my own. They're not here now sadly, But a of now I have no spouse.” Jedediah hummed and nodded. He swallowed feeling petals in the back of his throat. “Suddenly he nearly wrecked feeling his hands stiffen all of a sudden. Octavius had enough for sight to reach over and grab the wheel as Jed tried to regain control on his hands. “My friend what was that about?!” the two stopped. “M-My hands froze up on me.” “Is it from your disease?” He looked at Octavious.

“I-I don’t know.”

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Sorry, that's it for now. I’ll have the next part up tomorrow. I wasn’t expecting it to be so long so for now, Pt 1. Hopefully part 2 in a few days. Also,

I’m planning on making a Blog for night at the museum.

It will have Incorect quotes, Hc, Oneshots, and other things like that.

Also, On Aug.18th, I will be going back to school, sophomore year. And I'll be trying to get my permit so...

Busy busy busy. (imagine that in Professor Hinkle's voice from the original Frosty the Snowman movie from 1969.)

Hoped you enjoyed

Thanks for Reading,

Stay bright,

-Moony.

(Part 2.)

[transrevolutions]

unpopular (ish?) opinion that my friends will probably disown me for:

I can’t really get behind remyjoltaire/remyjolras/remytaire.

not because I have anything agains OT3s (I have my own share of OT3s; JBM, Urimarlynn, etc.), but for a few other reasons.

1) the fact that remy, despite being a compelling character, is kinda a trashy human, a la javert. like he literally kills innocent civillians in the military. and he’s fighting on the side of the opressors. (also he hurts my kid and anyone who hurts my kid gets their kneecaps stolen)

2) the main reason this is a problem isn’t the fact in and of itself (people can change of course) but that this sort of thing will not go over well with enjolras. it’s like, idk the modern-day equivalent of being a liberal/progressive juxtaposed with a trump supporter from a conservative background. it would not go well. best-case-scenario the two would probably be a bit frosty towards each other. worst-case-scenario they’d probably end up in a knife fight in the back of an alleyway.

3) age difference. tbh the age difference is a little concerning here, because ik we ageswap characters all the time, but remy looks at least late thirties in the movie and if enj, r, and co. are early to mid twenties, that’s a bit high.

4) the pretty much certain evolution of jealous/insecure R. I feel like being in a three-way relationship might not be the best choice for R, seeing as he has a bit of a tendancy to latch onto someone and stick to them like glue. even if there was nothing for him to be insecure of, he’d probably mentally coax himself into third-wheeling and have a really hard time digging himself out of that hole.

5) just again, the political strain between remy and enj. this in my opinion is the biggest reason why the ship just doesn’t work for me. like, if I put myself in enj’s place and was in a situation where I could start a romantic pursuit (pretending I actually have interest in that), but the other person was a trump supporter, I would very quickly excuse myself from the interaction and never return. I can’t blame enj for not being comfortable with someone so far down the other end of the spectrum.

anyhoo, that’s my opinion in a nutshell. please don’t disown me...

[lovenliterature]

evermore thoughts

willow

I wasn’t sold on this on first listen but I really liked it on second listen with more attention to lyrics

video is also really lovely, big fan of that

really really like the difference in melody for the diff appearances of “life was a willow and it bent right to your wind”

favourite lyric: “I come back stronger than a 90s trend” - the look she does at the camera cemented this as my fave line even more

champagne problems

down as one of my faves from the start

love love love the narrative

proper late night with cider, melancholy vibe

kind of like a grown up/worse feeling august in terms of vibes?? as in like the experience described feels like a more intense heartbreaking august in a way

really like the conclusion too

favourite lyric: I really struggled to pick here but: “you booked the night train for a reason/so you could sit there in this hurt” for sheer visceral emotion, “dom perignon you brought it” for the way its sung, “How evergreen, our group of friends/Don't think we'll say that word again” and “she’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred” for lyricism

gold rush

again, one i wasn’t super sold on the first listen, music and the vibe didn’t really interest me

first notes made me think of epiphany

but then i listened to it watching the lyric video and holy shit

now v appreciative of the melody and bass and the pace of the lyrics

really really like her embracing talking about jealousy

love love love the ending and beginning being the same holy shit

favourite lyrics: “at dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit” and the way she sings “with your hair falling into place like dominoes”

‘tis the damn season

again preferred on second listen, wasn’t on the list of early faves

the best xmas late night walks vibe, walking through frosty streets at home between houses, embracing the only time you get to think, losing yourself in music and nighttime with freezing hands and cloudy breath

would’ve fit my 2019 xmas vibe too

melancholy and nostalgia

favourite lyrics: “sleep in half the day/just for old time’s sake” and “and the heart I know I’m breakin’ is my own”

tolerate it

god girl you deserve better

kinda like a sad last great american dynasty in terms of searching for approval

naive innocence taken advantage of

drunk in my garden walking round to try and forget my life kinda vibe

favourite lyrics: “i know my love should be celebrated/but you tolerate it” and “now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life” 

no body no crime

holy shit did i sleep on this at first but oh my god its so good

start gives me show of hands vibes which is great

her husbands acting different and it smells like infidelity - just the way she sings this is so so fucking good

this is the easiest song to listen to and holy shit its just great

favourite lyric: “she said “that ain’t my merlot on his mouth/that ain’t my jewellery on our joint account”

happiness

“all the years I’ve given/is just shit we’re dividin’ up” - v v true, you have to rebuild your life after every relationship and taking it all apart is so much more sudden than building it up

like an alternative to the 1 which I LOVE

but also some parallels to this is me trying: “I hope she’ll be a beautiful fool..... sorry I didn’t mean that” vs “my words shoot to kill when I’m mad”

the whole bridge is iconic - “I can’t make it go away by making you a villain” - in the short term, anger at an ex can help, but eventually you have to move on, and its easier to accept that there was good in the relationship after a while, and it makes looking back on it better

“no one teaches you what to do/when a good man hurts you/and you know you hurt him too” - blame on both sides is much harder to take and grieve and its hard to know how to cope with that. it also makes advice more complicated because there isn’t much you can say to help

favourite lyric: “both of these things can be true” - always love duality and nuance in literature and its nice to hear it acknowledged in a climate of binary oppositions and no shades of grey

dorothea

nostalgia for the future

now prob my most listened, gets stuck in my head and one of the few i do listen to in isolation - like august

Reminds me so much of Ella - each other’s history, not each other’s whole future but in there somewhere

again sapphic vibes, real strong esp because of the ella vibes its the whole in between romantic and platonic affection

“hey dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me” - that’s the way I think of people I love esp ella and people from that era of my life, and anyone where its kinda open ended or just grown apart

favourite lyric: “and damn dorothea, they all wanna be ya”

coney island

instant fave - marked down from first listen and probably still one i actively look forward to 

much like with exile, the male vocals GOT me

“did I shatter you” that line broke my goddamn heart

favourite lyrics: both for the sheer feelings of the vocals and the lyricism “were you standing in the hallway/with a big cake, happy birthday/did I paint your skies the darkest grey” and “and when I got into the accident/the sight that flashed before me was your face”

ivy

the way she sings goddamn could be the whole fucking song its so beautiful

“my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand/taking mine, but it’s promised to another” - the passive here is great

“he wants what’s only yours”

the trilogy of these lyrics “what would he do if he found us out?”, “he’s gonna burn this house to the ground”, “and drink my husband’s wine”, the recklessness, the drinking his wine like a secret defiance

“my house of stone/your ivy grows/and now i’m covered in you” - fucking hell this is the best imagery - even with the strongest walls and foundations, the love crept through and grew inside her til she was covered in it

favourite lyric: quite literally just the words “oh, goddamn”

cowboy like me

“dancin’ is a dangerous game” - hell yeah I get so many feelings from this, it just reminds me of the intimacy of dancing and the feeling of swaying in someone’s arms

“and the skeletons in both our closets/plotted hard to fuck this up” - both like active interference of exes or just simply trauma, unresolved issues

“forever is the sweetest con” - believing hurts and everything ends but its worth it for the time you have

favourite lyrics: “now you hang from my lips/like the gardens of Babylon”

long story short

first notes make me think of between the saltmarsh and the sea even though its SO different but also a bit like august idk why

“if the shoe fits walk in it/til your high heels break” - i just love the imagery of this line

“fell down the rabbit hole” - living for this line and the wonderland vibe

“but if someone comes at us, this time i’m ready” - the vibe of like not looking for a fight but defending what you love

favourite lyric: “past me/I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things” - YES BITCH also the energy I give to past me and future me gives to me now or “long story short I survived”

marjorie

another song I come back to on its own

this is the exact wistful vibe i look for in calm ish songs, can be sad, can be happy depending on a mood and this is perfect

the video is incredible and marjorie providing the backing vocals made me cry also it being in the same place on the record as epiphany was on folklore

“never be so polite/you forget your power/never wield such power/you forget to be polite” - love the use of wield, it also feels like the medium women try to find between being a “bad bitch” and being ladylike, but not a medium society will accept bc fuck that, the exact way THEY wanna do it instead

really the song i needed after the year of so much grief, and i know it’s gonna bring me comfort when grandma goes, especially the line “what died didn’t stay dead”

favourite lyric: “watched as you signed your name: marjorie” - the way this is sung will literally stay with me forever, its like a legacy in one line

closure

again, instant fave

the vibe of you don’t owe someone shit just bc they feel guilty is so good

“yes I got your letter/yes I’m doing better” “I know that it’s over” - I’ve moved on and I don’t need your permission for that or your well wishes thanks

Moving on doesn’t mean forgiveness

I just love the melody so much and its such a good song agh

favourite lyric: “I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life/staying friends would iron it out so nice”

evermore

“grey november/I’ve been down since July” - most explicit pandemicy vibes i get, I was home and it was almost possible to just regard it as a normalish summer, looking after the dog and living at home and now its coming up to Christmas and I’m living away from home, our family is split across 5 homes in 4 cities and its fucking hard (not even sure if its that type of down but that’s how it made me feel)

“writing letters/addressed to the fire” - literally just picked up on this lyric and has kinda a dual meaning for me. 1 -feeling shit about things you create, putting in effort, just to throw it away. 2 - tactic for tackling anxiety, just getting rid of thoughts and releasing them from my brain

“Cannot think of all the cost/And the things that will be lost/Oh, can we just get a pause?” - again, v pandemicy and so relevant to the fam’s 2018-2019, we just needed a pause, we had to keep going and not process what we’d lost or we’d never carry on

such a good depression song

favourite lyric: “staring out an open window/catching my death”

[kylebloodworththomason]

Lenny for the headcanons? He's definitely a trans guy in my eyes but that's just me

lenny i stan him...fucking obsessed with this want u back by cher lloyd amv i just thought of featuring him

Sexuality Headcanon: DEFINITELY gay i literally cannot imagine ANYTHING else for lenny

Gender Headcanon: anon youre right hes sooooo transguy he literally looks trans. instead of testosterone he injects frosty freezy freeze into his arm and passes out

A ship I have with this character: Well...lenny and boog...they are gay. when two frosty mart employees love each other very much they quit their jobs and lay on the sidewalk outside the frosty mart but boog doesnt do that he is punching cars and they are flying so far away and lenny is crying.

A BROTP I have with this character: idk...like i said i do like it when lenny is like IM IN SOOOO MUCH AGONY FROM FANBOY AND CHUM CHUM but is just sitting there with them. but idk...i think he should have a pet, maybe a dog! and that counts as a brotp cos ive already been counting pets as bros. i think if he had a dog it would be named gwen stefani or britney spears and possibly be a beagle or daschund, and it obsessively tries to lick his glasses and hes like why do you do this to me miss stefani

A NOTP I have with this character: any evil ones of course...

A random headcanon: i think...he grew up in a whole other town and went to galaxy hills to go to their local college which isnt very prestigious he just...is there. i think he majors in computer programming. once i read a fanfiction from 2013 where he does yoga and i like that, i want him to relax. the dog headcanon of course, i think he deserves gwen. the only video games hes ever played are dance dance revolution and sonic the hedgehog. his favorite characters are tails and amy and he unironically likes the shadow the hedgehog game. and he wants to work at apple because he has corporation problems in his brain. he watches buffy the vampire slayer not because he likes it but because it’s there. he owns a coffee mug that says World’s Best Slush on it

General Opinion of this character: I love a lenny. 1 lenny. i like his name. his life. his design. i like him a lot. hes like...help me im living in hell and im like im soooo sorry theres nothing i can do youre trapped in my computer. i like how his voice sounds i like how he has problems. i think it’s super weird how the fbacc wiki lists him as a teen and then says hes 20, that is not teenager. 20 is a good age for him anyway id land him about there, i think hes just a cool guy...I LIKE HIS POSES AND HIS GAY