#moe is a sappy sappy person sometimes

[askkaimei]

unpopular opinion, what if splash star is like this

[fairymoe]

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First post

I’ve recently started listening to the audiobook for “symptoms of being human” and it’s been, well, a rollercoaster. Hearing a story about a genderfluid kid that isn’t cliche or sappy or depressing, instead just thoughtful and genuine, is something I’ve never come across before. The story is filling me with all kinds of emotions about the dynamics of the different characters, especially about Riley, our main character. Riley’s experience of genderfluidity is different but also similar to mine…. The compass they describe that lies in their chest that goes from masculine to feminine and somewhere in between is relatable but also i feel my gender is more complex than that.

I am a nonbinary, genderfluid, transgender gay person (and by that i mean pansexual but i prefer to call myself gay; I’ll get into that in a different post.) and so it’s like even though I’m genderfluid and my feelings of masculinity vs femininity change on a daily basis, it’s actually rare for me to feel 100% boy or girl on any given day. I’d say it’s about 90% nonbinary/neutral days and 10% strictly boy/girl days. But that doesn’t mean that on the majority of my days when I’m feeling just nonbinary, that I’m truly neutral. I love wearing pretty dresses even on days when i feel nb, not because i associate them with being a girl, but because they make me feel beautiful, regardless of gender. The issue however, is that when i wear dresses or do my hair and makeup, it doesn’t matter how i feel inside because the people around me will just assume I’m a cis girl; people aren’t mind readers, and even if they were, i know quite a few of them who wouldn’t give two shits about what I understand my gender to be.

Gender expression is super complicated, and so to fit my majority of days where I’m feeling nb, I’ve altered my wardrobe in a way that makes sure i always have clothes to wear that exude as much neutral energy as i can muster; even if that means wearing the same old jeans and sweatshirts multiple days in a row. My deepest wish that i know will never come true is that when people saw me, they didn’t automatically assume ‘girl’. Sometimes the only way to cope with knowing that it will never come true unless I’m in a exclusively queer space, is to remember the fact that most people, the people in the halls at school, the people sitting on the bus, ARENT THINKING ABOUT ME; let alone my gender. Most people, including myself, are so wrapped up in their own lives that unless you actually start getting to know them, they dont pay a second thought about you unless you REALLY stand out. But I’m kind of a nobody to the 99% of people in my life, just another student, just another face on the train, just another person in line to get their afternoon coffee.

Now, this can seem really lonely right? And it is sometimes. I get lonely a lot of the time. But i know that humans are naturally good, and even the nasty ones… something made them that way. Every single person is fighting their own battles, growing and learning every day. And i am just one in the ranks of many. But i take solace in that fact… so many of us feel alone and think we’re the only ones who feel so; but really we’re just in a world full of people who are dying to reach out.

And with that thought… see you in the next post

Love,

Moe (they/them-ze/zir)

[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One:  Breaking the Curse

Chapter 25: Dead and Gone

Fucking humanity. He was a fool. A damn fool. He'd been so set in his ways, so angry about the damn standstill he was living in that he hadn't taken time to really take stock of the situation at hand. From the time he'd left his shop to handle it to the moment he arrived again, the incident with Moe French had taken no more than ten minutes. But suddenly, it felt as though hours had passed. Ten minutes…

Ten minutes ago, he'd been happy. Ten minutes ago, he'd left thinking he was going to finally get some revenge on the man who was responsible for the death of the woman he loved. Ten minutes ago, he thought it was justice or karma or whatever people in this world believed, but now, ten minutes later…

He was a fool.

Fucking Valentine's Day…he'd known it was coming; he'd seen it on his calendar and had smiled, thinking nothing more of it than an opportunity to take something precious from Moe French as he'd taken something precious from him. He'd known it was coming, but he felt as though he hadn't really perceived the holiday until he'd seen those roses.

The memory of giving her the rose was the clearest he'd thought of her in years. Her laughter at their banter echoed in his ears like a music box melody he couldn't get out of his head, and all he found himself wanting to do was sit down on the ground and cry. In truth, he'd never really been bothered by Valentine's Day as Mr. Gold. But then again, Mr. Gold had never had anyone that he loved, at least not in the same way, not as strong, as he'd loved his Belle. Mr. Gold had a few fuzzy memories of college flings but nothing serious enough to make his heartache. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why he was always so cruel. Rumpelstiltskin, on the other hand…he had more than a few hazy, false memories to remember of love. Short-lived as it had been, he'd always cherished every last one of them. He'd wished a million times he could go back and correct his mistakes, imagined a thousand different ways he could have handled the situation when he'd realized just how deep the love they'd had ran within him. But he'd always come to the same conclusion: no matter what he wished he'd done, nothing could change the past. Belle was dead.

It had hurt in the Enchanted Forest at various times, but never was there an entire day in the Enchanted Forest that encouraged the celebration of love and couplings like Valentine's Day did here. If today hurt, he could only imagine what it was going to be like tomorrow; watching people walk down the street, arm in arm, hand in hand, young lovers throwing one another up against the sides of building to kiss passionately, the smiles on their faces as a man would give a woman a ring or even just a rose…just like he had done decades ago and his heart…

It was a ridiculous holiday, he told himself as he tried to pull himself together. It was a holiday born of blood and greeting cards, chocolate companies, and sappy movies. But it made him feel like Belle was haunting him, hanging over his shoulder, unable to get to him. Honestly, what he'd done to her father probably hadn't helped that particular feeling. Yes, he'd done it in revenge, but he also knew that revenge wasn't Belle's style. She was forgiving, perhaps too forgiving. If she'd lived through the ordeal Maurice had put her through, she would have forgiven him. He despised that about her while loving her for it all the same. She wouldn't have wanted what had happened this morning. She'd have advised him against it. But what they might have done instead…he'd never know.

He made it until a few hours after lunch before deciding to give up. It seemed that no matter what he did or what he thought about, Belle invaded. Sometimes he spent minutes thinking about her, sometimes he sat still and didn't move for hours before he realized how much time he'd lost thinking about her, trying to imagine what life would have been like if she were here now-if she were alive. Hiding from Regina or not, no matter where she was he knew he would have found her. He'd have taken care of her, protected her from her father. One by one, all those fantasies he'd imagined in the Enchanted Forest, the ones he'd feared were visions and would now give anything to be real, came back to him; Belle as an old woman, Belle with a baby in her arms, Belle naked in bed beside him, Belle wearing white…

But there was no use dreaming up fantasies that would never come true, just as there was really no reason to stay and work when he wasn't getting anything done, and all he wanted to do was go home and glance at Belle's chipped cup. So he left early. Without explanation or reason, he turned the sign in his shop window to "closed" gathered up his belongings and went back home. Damn whatever consequences there would be if Regina was spying and saw him holding Belle's cup. He'd come up with something to explain it later. So long as he didn't give in to his temptation to spin these thoughts away, all would be…well?

Perhaps it was a good thing he'd come home; as he walked up the steps to his front door and moved to turn the key in the lock, he realized it wasn't necessary. The door was ajar. He stared at it for a moment, then pushed it open and entered the house. Not once, ever, in the history of being in Storybrooke, had he ever forgotten to lock the door to his house. He supposed there was a first for everything but…as he stood there listening, trying to hear if anyone was inside, he glanced around the foyer. It wasn't long before he spotted something out of place. Not out of place…missing.

His heart raced as he hobbled inside to the table just by the door. It was the place he'd been keeping Belle's cup. Now the cup was gone.

Gone.

Just like she was gone and dead and…

As anger swelled up inside of him, he drew his gun and slowly moved farther into the house. Oh, he hoped the culprit was still here. If he did, he had more than a reasonable excuse to shoot him, and he was primed for a little bit of bad behavior that came with a lot of violence!

He checked the foyer and the unused family room. Both were clear. He could see through to the dining room that looked empty as well and was just about to head into the-

The floor behind him creaked and he spun on instinct, ignoring the shooting pain in his ankle as he did so and pointed his gun only to come face to face with none other than Emma Swan, her own gun pointed at him.

"Sheriff Swan…" he breathed angrily. He was disappointed she'd come. With her here, he couldn't very well shoot the bastard that had done this, and that was problematic for him.

"Your neighbor saw your front door open. They called it in," she explained calmly. Though he couldn't help but notice she still had her gun aimed right at him. Not that he'd lowered his own. She was damn lucky that he needed her. Otherwise, he'd have had a perfect excuse to shoot her after she'd been so stupid in the seven weeks. For that matter, she was also lucky he didn't have an itchy trigger finger and could remain calm in these kinds of situations.

"It appears I've been robbed."

"Funny how that keeps happening to you."

He sighed as he finally lowered his gun and relaxed a bit, resigning himself to not killing her until the proper time called for it. If either of them were going to shoot, the time had passed. He wasn't in the mood for any of this either, but it seemed he had no choice.

"Yeah, well, I'm a difficult man to love…"

Because the only person who had ever loved him, truly loved him, was dead and gone. And now so was his last reminder of her.

"I'd put that together on my own, thanks," she answered, looking at something over his shoulder. "Stay here. I'm going to do a sweep."

"I'd prefer if you didn't."

"Call a cop," she snapped sarcastically as she moved cautiously around him anyway. There was no need to search his house, absolutely none. He knew who had done this, who was angry enough to do this. Moe French. Fat as the old bastard was if he was here, he was certain he would have heard him by now. He was gone. And so was Belle's cup. That was the problem…

A tapestry, candlesticks, a silver tray, a couple of vases, remarkably a set of plates; as he wandered around taking note of a few other things that were missing, one thing grew abundantly clear to him. Moe French wasn't the one behind this. Oh, he'd stolen everything; he had no doubt about that. But when his eyes fell once more on the place that Belle's chipped cup had once been, he felt a fire light in his chest at the realization that he'd been directed to do this.

Regina Mills. The Evil Fucking Queen herself.

Why else would someone come into his home and take rare and valuable pieces of property in addition to one broken cup? They wouldn't. Not on their own. Not without being told. And there was one person who would have known that if they wanted revenge on him, that cup was the way to go. There was one person in this town who had the memories to put together that it might mean something to him. Not him as "Mr. Gold," but rather him as "Rumpelstiltskin." That was bad news. Bad, bad news. If she'd told him to take that cup, then that meant that she knew. But that was another problem to take care of.

Regina was at the center of this, but an old darkness in him was taking root as he stared at the empty table, a darkness he hadn't felt since the Enchanted Forest. No one stole from the Dark One, especially not that teacup. For that teacup, he would go to hell and back for. Right now, his priority was getting the cup back, and he knew that Regina wouldn't have it. She wouldn't do something like this, not personally. The mayor breaking and entering…someone would have seen that. And there was always the chance that it was just a coincidence, though he generally didn't believe things like that. The shortest distance between two points was a straight line, so he was confident that if he wanted his cup back if he wanted his suspicions confirmed, he had to go to the person who had stolen it.

Fucking Regina.

Fucking Moe French.

As if murdering his daughter wasn't enough…

"Door down the hall won't open."

He sighed as Emma Swan reappeared in front of him. "It's the basement door, and it's been sealed shut since I bought the house."

"You've never opened it?"

"I'm a busy man...haven't gotten around to it."

"Alright...have you noticed anything missing?"

Only one thing worth mentioning, but if Regina was behind this, he wasn't willing to list it and play into her hands. Instead, he rattled off a general "china" along with the mental list he'd already constructed before the walkie-talkie at her hip blared to life. Emma muttered something about calling in an "all clear" as she reached for it and turned her back on him. She was the only officer in town, so he had no idea who she was talking to. Graham's ghost?!

He didn't have time for this. He didn't have time to sit on his ass and watch Emma Swan follow procedure. He had to get his hands on Moe French.

"Sheriff Swan, you can go now," he excused. "I know exactly what was taken and who did it. I've got it from here."

"No, you don't," Emma groaned, rolling her eyes at him. "This was a robbery, a public menace. And if you don't tell me what you know, I'll have to arrest you for obstruction of justice. I have a feeling you don't want to be behind bars."

He sighed. "Indeed not…"

Arrested for obstruction…he could have himself out of jail in a couple of hours easily enough. Any judge would laugh the case out of court. But Emma…she'd be a difficult one to shake, and right now, all he wanted to do was what he should have done decades ago. Kill Moe French, then get Belle's cup back. He had a lot of rage racing through his veins, perhaps it was just that, but at the moment, he was having trouble thinking clearly. He wanted his Belle. If he couldn't have her, then he'd settle for her cup, and if he couldn't get that…he'd kill himself a florist and avenge his long-lost love. But none of that, none of it, would be possible if he was sitting in jail waiting for a judge to hear his case. It also wouldn't happen if he were dealing with Emma Swan.

"Alright, his name's Moe French. He sells flowers. He recently defaulted on a loan," he explained. "A short time ago, we had a little disagreement over collateral."

"Okay. I'll go get him, check him out."

"I'm sure you will, assuming I don't find him…" he chuckled, suddenly angry with himself as well. He'd said that out loud. He hadn't meant to say it out loud. He'd just…he'd slipped. Damn this fucking holiday that had him all twisted up and angry and wanting to throw something at the window! And damn Emma Swan for being so fucking observant that she knew to stop when he'd let his tongue loosen.

"Let's just say, bad things tend to happen to bad people," he explained.

"Is that a threat?"

He shrugged. "Observation."

She glared at him as she fixed her hat once more and then headed for the door.

"Good luck," he muttered, even though all he wanted to say was good riddance.

[gallickingun]

hofortendou x nishinoya || gallickingun matchups

@hofortendou : first off conGRATS !! i’m so glad to see that your blog keeps growing! also i would like to participate in your matchup event! i would like a male match from haikyuu 🥰 i’m (she/her) 5’4”, short-ish haired brunette with big hazel eyes (i’m talkin’ tim burton scale) and covered in freckles. I do digital art both as a hobby and for uni, i play video games, watch too much anime, i longboard when i can or if it’s a particularly nice day out, and i absolutely love plants, like they’re all over my apt. if i had to give myself an aesthetic i’d say a mix between art mom n grunge, i think? i usually wear a hoodie and shorts/sweats bc i work from home but i’m a sucker for cropped jackets/shirts w mom jeans and docs when i need to actually get dressed. i like to learn new things and am v organized but not overbearing w it, my personality is very open minded, intro-extroverted and humor based but i’m literally baby and WILL cry if you raise your voice at me. that being said i’m v affectionate and love me some tenderness. if i had to look for anything in a partner it’d be sympathy and humor, for sure. and i would love to go do something fun like roller skating or walk around a fair for a first date, something memorable and not super basic, y’know? ty and ily moe ❤️

Thank you so much for participating! I really hope you like this! And thank you again for supporting me, it means the whole entire world 🧡

Warning: Slight NSFW ahead! Under the cut~

― Noya supports going out or staying in - whether that’s trying a new Thai place, or watching anime on the couch. Sometimes you gotta paint the town red, other times you have to chill out on the sofa! ― He’s affectionate as all get out, absolutely adores and requires to touch you at all times. Hand in your pocket, hand in your hand, hand on your waist. Once you two get comfortable enough with each other, he’ll kiss you in public if you’re okay with it, he’ll hold your hand at all times, and will definitely make sure that everyone knows the two of you are grossly in love. ― I think your aesthetics would go really well together! Noya canonically loves the color black, so I think that your grunge aesthetics would go together, even if you both like to switch it up from time to time. 

☁ Nishinoya absolutely adores you. To the point where you’re not sure sometimes if he’s genuine or not. Whether you’re fully decked out in a complete face of makeup and a full snazzy dress, or lounging around the house in one of his old jerseys and some joggers.. that man is going to remind you how beautiful you are.

☁ He definitely wants to kick your ass in video games, though. He has a radical competitive streak, no matter what the activity is or if he’s done it before. It will be his first time playing Mario Kart and he’ll jump up and down on the couch, mashing buttons and squealing at the top of his lungs every time he gets thrown off the track. If it’s more FPS style games, he talks too loud and pretends to know what he’s talking about by using slang that he’s heard from his other friends who play video games a little more. 

☁ Noya loves it when you wear crop tops - sweatshirts, tanks, tees, etc. - he likes to sneak his hands along your waist and up your shoulders. His thumbs run along your ribs and he pulls you in closer all the time, nuzzling your nose and whispering sappy compliments and corny pick up lines and raunchy one liners. He ducks his head into your neck and as he’s pressing kisses to your skin, his fingertips are searing into your waist, and you feel completely lightheaded at being so overwhelmed by his closeness.

☁ He gets loud from time to time, but when you shy away from him or possibly even tear up, he’s immediately bringing his voice down a few octaves and rushing forward to apologize and comfort you. His hands find your face and his voice is gentle, eyes warm as he looks across at you to 

☁ There is a pretty heavy praise and worship between the two of you - Nishinoya loves to kiss your lips and tell you how pretty your eyes are and how good you take him and how beautiful your body looks while he’s fucking into you slow and deep. He’ll whisper with his nose against your temple, his lips against the shell of your ear, “Such a good girl, damn, you’re gorgeous. Look so pretty when you’re taking me just like this,” and then he makes your pussy cream with his fingers sneaked between your hips to find that precious bundle of nerves. 

☁ On the same hand, he loves it when you whimper praises into the thin air between your bodies. You whimper, gasping out, “N-Noya, love your cock, please, fill me up, I-I want more.” And oh, does he deliver. Somehow he’s able to keep stretching you out and filling you up, even when you both think your cunt has sucked him in to the base. You tell him in blundering babbles how strong he is and how safe you feel with him, and the sound of you doting on him with your words is what makes his cock twitch just before he coats your walls white.

☁ At least once a month you two have a veg out on the couch night. Noya orders dinner, you put together a blanket nest, and you two snuggle down into the corner of the couch and watch whatever reruns or new anime is on that you’ve both decided to watch. He’ll ask you a million questions if he’s never seen it before, even if you haven’t seen it before, because he’s just so curious to know how it ends even though he doesn’t really want you to tell him.

☁ Nishinoya wants to do everything you love, no matter if he’s truly interested in it or not. It’s important to you, so it’s important to him. However, he really has a short attention span, so unless it’s something super stimulating, you’ll need to be willing to redirect him whenever necessary. You might need to stop for food in the middle just to break it all up. 

☁ Affectionate? Please. Nishinoya can’t keep his hands off of you. If you’re in the same room together, he’s stood next to you, hand in your back pocket or arm around your shoulder. Everyone knows you two are together from the moment you set foot anywhere because he’s kissing your forehead or you’re leaning into his bicep or you’re holding each other around the waist. Sometimes the others have to remind you that you’re in public, even though Noya is just giving you a lil’ forehead smooch.

☁ Noya is a pretty joking guy, even though he does have his serious moments. He and Asahi are really close and he knows how to joke with him, so he learns from that and uses it to determine how far he can go with you so far as sarcasm and banter. He nudges your ribs and giggles in your ear and tells too many jokes sometimes, but you love it. There are times when he takes it too far, though, and the first time you get upset because of something he said, he’s apologizing for days and latching himself onto you like a koala. You have to tell him a dozen times over that you’re okay, so long as he doesn’t tell that joke again. 

"It’s hot! And I’m not getting any better at this!” Noya groans, dropping back on the concrete so he’s laid out, sprawled limbs spread out every which way. He drapes his arm over his face to cover his eyes from the beating sun, his lips pulled into a pout, “Please, can’t we eat?!”

You chuckle, squatting beside him to tickle the little sliver of skin that’s peeking out from under the hem of his shirt from where he’s caused it to ride up by moving his arms around. “C’mon, Yuu, you’re not going to quit on me now, are you?”

Noya groans, rolling onto his side so he can rest his cheek against the tops of your knees, “But it’s hot and I’m hungry. We’ve been at this for hours!”

“It’s been twenty minutes.”

“Well-”

“It’s fine, babe,” you tell him, running your fingers through his hair, pulling gently at the brunette strands with your digits. Another chuckle shakes your chest and he turns his head to look at you, thankful that your body is blocking the direct sunlight, “I don’t want to not learn, honey, I just forgot to eat breakfast. Maybe we can grab something, go for a swim, and then try again?”

You do as he says, finding a food cart to grab something small to eat and scarfing it down on a picnic table that’s centered along the pavilion that overlooks the beach. You hold hands underneath the table, your palms rested on Noya’s knee. He’ll play with your fingers, squeezing your knuckles and following the curve of your palm down to your wrist. It feels that sometimes he’s even checking your pulse to make sure that you’re still okay, still with him. As if he cannot believe that this isn’t some sort of dream that he has the ecstasy of reliving every day.

As you drop your tee shirt to reveal your bathing suit, you can’t help but notice Noya’s eyes are all over your frame. He comes up behind you before you can turn around to admonish him for undressing you with his eyes in front of everyone here on the beach, and his arms wrap around your waist, head tucked into your neck. When he speaks, his voice is husky and it sends a jolt of electricity directly to your core, “We could always just go home-”

“You promised, Noya!” You whine, circling your hands around his wrist and tugging playfully. He groans and bares his teeth to your shoulder, sucking one harsh time before releasing you, “Only because I’m completely whipped for you, babe.”

Your feet hit the water and Noya is flying past you into the waves, screaming at the top of his lungs before he plunges into the sea. You can’t contain the giggles that part your lips, covering your mouth with your hand as the waves crash into your shins. You’re meeting him halfway, floating in the ocean water up to your shoulders, your body folded at the waist beneath the crest of the waves, “You’re so dramatic, Yuu.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way, would you?” he asks, eyes still burning with that familiar flame as he tugs you by your hips so you’re straddling his waist beneath the water. You gasp as he rolls his hips up into you, the feel of his thick length hardening against your thigh, “N-Noya-”

“Shh,” his voice is accented by the feel of his middle finger slipping your bathing suit to he side, “Keep quiet, baby girl, and I’ll make sure we both feel good.”

Your voice is lost in your throat, irises swallowed by your pupils when the first languid stroke of his fingers finds your innermost folds. Nishinoya pulls your chin with his free hand, tilting your head so he can kiss you on the mouth, eliciting a gasp from the back of your throat, “That’s not quiet, baby. Try again.”

The way you gulp and nod your head makes him chuckle, but he can’t keep himself from you, and before you know it, he’s devouring you from both ends.

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[tired-toby]

it's been nearly a year since my first suicide attempt, since the worst summer of my fucking life that i STILL CANT REMEMBER.

and i feel like i've gone nowhere

i'm still the same piece of shit who couldn't even acknowledge the people she hurt, who still tries to victimize herself when she's anything but the victim, who is wasting the time of everyone around her

i know all this. i know these flaws. i'm self-aware and that makes it worse because despite everything i do i feel like i haven't gotten any better, like i haven't improved at all and if anything i've just sunk deeper into this pit

and it's not like i haven't had people reach out!

my math teacher has kept up with me the WHOLE YEAR yet time and time again i let myself fall short.

i want to be better. i need to be better, for the people that are here now and for those that i've hurt in the past.

for my guinea pigs. for my rats. for my dogs. for everyone.

yet here i am just fucking wallowing, crying on an empty blog that no one will read or give a shit about because it's just me.

i graduate soon. well. i /might/ graduate soon

god

i've fallen so far.

my friends are going to harvard, to mit. i feel like i'm just going to a shallow grave.

i wish things were easy, that i could take a few pills and just be /better./ i want to stop feeling this way, i just want to feel better. i've changed my ways! i only drink water, i eat healthier, i walk my dogs for two hours every day, i've taken up new and old hobbies. but i still fall into slumps, i feel like i am a slump.

i've barely told anyone but i haven't felt like myself in weeks and i'm so fucking scared. i feel like i don't know who i am anymore and the coping mechanisms that i've used to try and feel like myself aren't working like they used to. i feel like im fragmented and being pulled apart at the seams. maybe i'm giving myself too much credit

a overfilled trash bag thats splitting and spilling nothing but garbage

that's better.

i'm just overdramatic

i'm just tired

i even have a healthy sleep schedule, did i mention that? in bed by 10, up by 7. i walk my sister to the bus stop almost everyday.

i thought i did everything right. why doesn't it work why aren't i better why am i still the same asshole why am i no one why am i nothing why can't i just be better why am i not fucking dead

55 days until i'm 18

54 until the night i became the world's greatest failure

what kind of idiot fails to kill themself? twice, at that?

i feel like i'm faking this. i read these words i type and i cry and if eel like im faking it. that i'm doing it for attention. i'm manipulative, i lie to emotionally abuse people

i know this and i'm probably doing it now

seems like something i'd do

my mom says my laptop will be back soon, finally repaired. i don't think i mentioned it here but the harddrive broke and i lost everything

stories. hundreds of thousands of words and i WISH that was an exaggeration

my fucking POKEMON. ALL MY GODDAMN POKEMON!!! I BEAT SOUL SILVER WITH JUST AN AMPHAROS AND ITS FUCKING GONE. MARILYN IM SORRY. NOT TO MENTION ALL MY OTHER SAVES

all my art. all those sketches. i've barely drawn since, nothing feels right anymore. not like i know where my art tablet is anyway :/ that's just

gone

everything's gone

once i have a laptop again, i think i'll be happier. i hope i'm happier. my life is there, my happiness is there. it's not healthy to stare at a screen for who knows how many hours of a day but it makes me happy

i want to have fun with graey again. the weeks we'd spend just playing minecraft and stardew and we haven't been able to do anything because i'm just on my phone and a shitty school laptop that can't even run google and word at the same time

i don't know what i'm going to do. this whole thing is a mess, just so much bullshit. and it's barely the tip of the iceberg

i didn't even mention how my dad found another rope in my brother's room. part of me hopes it's not what i think it is and some part of how i once opened his girlfriend's snapchat and found him listed as daddy

fucking discord moderator lookin' ass. it's the trauma innit

i'm doing dnd again. it's not full campaigns, just one-shots with the sewer rats every other weekend or so where i dm and they can have fun.

i like making them happy

i love all of them. they're my family. caesar, crypt, xeno, cat, moe, roo, blink, cig, fox, graey, even fed and ag. if it weren't for you guys, i'd be nothing. i'd be gone.

caesar, you've been with me through everything. i wouldn't be here if you weren't there for me. i'm glad we're getting close again, i've missed your company

i'm glad i'm the one you tag when you see if anyone wants to watch u stream :)

crypt, for all the shit i give you i love you. when are we going to finish mamma mia together u rat ass bitch

xeno u are one of the funniest motherfuckers i've met, even if u are a literal fetus. whenever i see u join vc im always so fucking hyped

cat why r u so fucking racist. when r we gonna play phasmo

moe stop touching kids.

roo i am not gonna lie sometimes u feel like my mom i s2g granted u are geriatric so maybe that makes u my grandma. point still stands, also when r we gonna plot wren and dhova i want my twink-turned-twunk

blink i still need to dm u back give me a sec.

cig u are also a fetus but u are one of my FAVORITE people to brainstorm and plot with. UR BRAIN IS SO WRINKLY AND UR ALWAYS SO RESPONSIVE IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!

fox. ANOTHER FETUS. but also an amazing dm and just?? ur so creative. U ARE SO CREATIVE. UR CHARACTER DESIGN. UR ART SKILLS. ur so underappreciated?

graey when r we having the dildo battle. i will come to alaska and live in a shack in the woods with ur nasty unshowering ass if it means i get to punch u in the face irl and laugh abt the usual bullshit with you.

fed stop being british it's literally so gross idk how u do it. if u stop being british i'll stop bullying u abt ur terrible typing skills

ag u are just. cool. like if i had to pin someone as like the 'cool/chill' person of the sewers it would 100% be u i am ngl. play roblox cats with me u fucking coward

enough of being sappy. they need to stop accusing me of being a lesbian I AM NOT A LESBIAN

ok

im happy again

thinking about them makes me happy

in other news celestial bodies by ghost data is a nice song

[moomingitz]

I have seen you be accused of having ableist views before because you said something about Helen from Sonic X about the nature of her disability and using the concept art as proof but I don't really see it. You don't really come off as ableist not even in an intersectional fashion. What exactly did you say to be accused of it?

I’ve been asked about this a number of times. So fine! I’ll finally speak up and say something.

I basically said that it feels she was made to be the most basic and generic idea of a paraplegic(at the time I actually I said “disabled”, when I actually meant “paraplegic”, but at the time I forgot that the term “disabled” is a very broad one, and I assumed that people weren’t petty enough to get what I was actually referring to and not have to hold people’s hands every step of the way); because it’s easier to squeeze sympathy out of viewers, and that she would basically just be Maria 2.0(a character we don’t even know next to nothing about to begin with), or just another perfect soft borderline-moe girl, if she wasn’t.

I also said that I wouldn’t be surprised if the decision to make the character into a paraplegic was something done at the last minute or it wasn’t originally planned, and I brought up how she is shown standing in a completely perfect stance in one of her concept sheets despite being shown in her wheelchair in another one that appeared to have been at later date. This is where I apparently pissed in some people’s Cheerios, to the point of being accused of having “ableist views”; because apparently feeling even a bit weary of creator’s intentions behind what they produced or feel like it’s a more superficial one, or even suspecting that something was possibly implemented retroactively, is the same thing as accusing a real life person of “faking” their disability.

The last time I have checked there isn’t really anything in the show, Sonic X, that has hinted or alluded to Helen’s disability(besides mention of going to the best doctors or something, but that’s it) being nothing more than the typical vague idea of a person with a disability: a perfect little angel who is tailor made to garner sympathy from it’s audience who can’t walk because she just can’t or something.

The “nature” of her disability is that of whenever usually neurotypical people make a character with a disability. They normally do so in the easiest and safest way possible, which is “some cute perfect, kid with non-descript paraplegia in a wheelchair”, and nothing really else actually concerning the character’s disability beyond that of checking off the boxes. If you took away her wheelchair she would just be another sappy Maria clone with not much to her character beyond just being a “nice girl” who was just too good for the mean one-dimensional cruel world(because the Sonic franchise just can’t get enough of this character archetype for some reason). I kind of couldn’t help but suspect that it may have even been something that was possibility implemented during the show’s production instead when the character was first conceived.

But, I will admit that I was wrong about it at least being a retroactive decision. After looking at newer released concept art with dates that do match up, and after someone explained to me(while not throwing accusations of me being a horrible ableist, at that) how characters, no matter what they are, are generally drawn standing upright in concept art for the purpose of getting complete references for height and scaling, which does make sense now that someone told me.

Funny how some of people who have accused me of having ableist views over this swear they’re the anti-SJW types who apparently hate the crap “SJWs” pull. But the second I don’t praise their favorite “best girl” character, and dare even relate to the the eeeevil “privileged” character Chris Thorndyke more, they seem to have no problem pulling the same dirty tactics they shit on SJW types for. Foaming at the mouth and finding anything to accuse someone of being a morally reprehensible person, because how dare someone doesn’t worship their pure favorite little baby or every single bit of representation; even when the person they’re snarling is the very kind of person they think they’re speaking on behalf of. Because even slightly suspecting the character’s disability may have been tacked on during a show’s production, is the same fucking thing as my mom not only being told that she’s just crazy or faking it despite having medical report after medical report showing that she does have EDS and suffers from short term memory loss after being in wreck back in 2001, but also tends to get dirty looks when she legally parks in a handicap spot or uses an electric scooter because even if she’s still capable of standing and walking she still cant do it for long periods of time. Or when some piece of shit lawyer used my mom’s disability against her in a family court case as if it was “evidence” that she’s an unfit mother. Or people saying that I shouldn’t be “allowed out in public” because sometimes my Autism makes it really hard for me to deal with things like sensory or other people in general. What do I know about ableism and people holding ableist views, right?

Thank you for showing me that ya’ll totally care about how people like me or my mom feel or think, and aren’t just pissed that I didn’t praise your precious fictional character to the roof, and dare even say that I thought the character you all hated was better or said I relate to them more, and weren’t just looking for something to try and use against me. You all sure did show those dirty SJWs!

[psykerscum]

Big ol’ ooc

Sappy mush below cut

You guys maybe could, but probably can’t understand just how much people asking my stupid characters questions actually means to me. Or how like, just in general wanting to write with me/being supportive even if our muses haven’t interacted yet or just being here changed my goddamn life. I have been working on these marines on and off since 2012.  I made scum in 2009, and she was a loyalist at the time.  Just functioning as an avatar. Clearly things changed a lot for me since. 

Those of you that follow my personal blog have probably seen me be big and vague about a long stint of emotional abuse, from two particular people, and I’m sadly not here to clarify much on that, just that it more or less stunted my growth as a writer, and as an artist, as well as socially emotionally blahblahblah it fucked me up and it still fucks me up from time to time.  I gave up drawing for something like 5 years when I used to draw every day. I had only dabbled in creative writing beforehand and the rest of it was just telling myself stories in my head or instant-messaging roleplaying with people I could explicitly trust (and, obviously, some I really shouldn’t have.)

I wasn’t able to imagine a life where I could show the world my work and actually have anybody care, or like it. Not fanart, that always has an audience, but... my things.  Or want to hear more about them. Or actually want to smooch my boys instead of just treating them like some kind of fucking....extension of their personal property and some smutt toy. Or think that my once shameful avatar was compelling enough to let her have an arc and be more than just a moe blob.  

Like, this thing that I’m living right now is basically akin to wild fantasy. I don’t know how to describe how impossible this all feels. 

and people are willing to let me be slow and nervous and figure this shit out on my own time

what the fuck??

Basically, I owe ... a lot, of this recent progress in my mental health to you guys. When my tumblr first blew up I was scared. I panicked and cried a lot. I had nightmares that I would become immediately struck down because I drew something wrong, or that I was trying too hard to be funny.  I had actual nightmares about waking up and seeing my inbox full of people telling me to kill myself, and having no idea what I’d done. 

But that didn’t happen. People calmly poked me and waited, even if I started crying in complete terror just trying to hold a conversation. People let me settle in and find footing and (mostly) didn’t pressure me.  I drew more and more. I drew more than the last 4 years combined in June/July. People started...to ask...me stuff. On my personal blog. Like they actually wanted to talk to me and I just...

Was this... real? I don’t know. I wanted it to be because I liked it. I liked being talked to, or just feeling like my dumb opinion mattered. Even if its just the same anon because I can’t prove its not, haha.

All of it’s culminated in a person that I’m happier to wake up being. I am slowly getting more confident with my writing even if I still panic and edit 2 1/2 paragraphs for six hours sometimes  and finally moving ahead with characters that have been sitting in rough concept stages for years. Like... fuck guys. Even when I’m burnt out, I don’t want to stop, and I think that I can even keep going.  

It wracks my brain in a good way, trying to wonder what you all see in me because I still don’t see this good person or talent you talk about, but I’m getting better and better at not doubting that people mean it when they say it and... and that, for me, is huge.

So just... Thank you.

[graymalkyn]

Why would you recommend someone to watch the royal tutor?

There’s no easy answer, so I’ll try to be as coherent as possible (by the way, this is the post I made when I’d just started watching the series, so it’ll be fun to see how many things I can add). You should watch OKH if you like: 

comedies with a dash of drama: OKH has a wholesome sense of humor, either represented by the princes’ personalities, the main character’s dry wit, or the antics of the supporting cast. (On a personal note, I’m a huge fan of chibi drawings, and OKH makes good use of that.) It also has sentimental moments that aren’t overly sappy or heartbreaking, so it’s the type of anime you can watch that will definitely make your day better.

(^^^ actual image of me at a bookstore)

stories about teachers and students: as a teacher, I’m a big fan of Assassination Classroom because I like the way Koro-sensei treats his students and talks to them, but more importantly, how he listens to them. OKH’s Heine-sensei is pretty much a great teacher, not because he is so overpowered in his skills (he could be a shorter, redhead-version of Sakamoto desu ga?’s Sakamoto) but because his lessons go against the outdated idea that “learning is studying, and studying is reading.” None of that nonsense here.

character development/gap moe: I chose to put these two in the same category because ultimately, it’s about the way characters are perceived. To put it simply, you start with otome-game archetypal, host-like princes, but boy you’re in for a surprise if you think it remains there. By chapter 3 you’ll probably have adopted at least one of these guys as your son (if not all of them).

the “feel” of period pieces: categories like ”period”, “historical”, or “royalty” are a bit tricky in anime, because there’s always a fantasy factor in anything that is especially foreign to Japan. (I could refer to Kuroshitsuji, Kyou Kara Maou, or Ginga Eiyuu Densetsu for references.) Granted, perhaps the richness of the backgrounds could have been better (the anime ran on a tight budget), but the general aesthetics is pleasant, and the music is a good companion to the scenes. It even makes the slice-of-life moments more enjoyable.

stories you want to know more about: the manga is still ongoing, whereas the anime finishes at 12 episodes. Many characters that haven’t been introduced, and some characters get more development in the manga. The ending of the anime has little to no connection to the way in which the manga is going; that, however, doesn’t make it less entertaining - on the contrary, I promise you it makes you want to read the manga even more. It’s got a rather interesting build-up, and enough intrigue to keep you wondering what will happen. So the anime is great in terms of being a “gateway” to the manga. (I’m an aural person, so listening to the voices of the characters also made the little I’ve read so far of the manga even more enjoyable.) 

a varied and talented cast: if you’re interested in seiyuu, this one gives you a chance to discover new gems as well as encountering old favorites. Outstanding newcomers include a few stage play veterans, like Heine’s VA (Ueda Keisuke - Yowapeda, K, Osomatsu-san’s Choromatsu, and now he’ll be Hetalia’s Japan), and Kai’s VA (Asato Yuuya - Hakkenden, Diabolik Lovers, Kurobasu, and the F6 version of Osomatsu-san’s Ichimatsu). Outstanding veterans include Aoi Shouta, Morikawa Toshiyuki, Eguchi Takuya, Tachibana Shinnosuke, Namikawa Daisuke, and uncredited names like Hiroki Takahashi (Dmitri), Katsuyuki Konishi (Owner), and Ono Daisuke (Eins).

“Honorable” mention: I’d point out the fan service/shipping moments, but you don’t get many of those. It’s really not that kind of anime. Though I do think that since they’re all really attractive, the ships can sail freely.

So all in all, I truly believe it’s an enjoyable series. I’d have liked to get more than 12 episodes, but sometimes that is enough. Definitely recommendable as it’s something light-hearted, viewer-friendly, and heart-warming.

Thanks for stopping by!

[victuuri-victory]

Top 10 Yuri Manga Without A School Setting

edit: removed the “keep reading” line, because it cuts off the post when people reblog it, at least when on mobile

There’s a certain formula for producing bad yuri manga- default highschool setting (+1 if it’s all-girls and all-girls somehow equals all-gay), a unhealthy relationship dynamic, unrealistic-but-stock characters (the shy protagonist and the perfect student council president), strict gender roles of butch x femme, males are never present, you get the idea. There’s lots of great yuri out there that takes place in highschool, but I’ll admit that the saturation of bad stuff has tainted my view of the setting. 

That said, regardless of your views on yuri’s default setting, here’s the Top 10 Yuri Manga with a fresh change of scenery!

10. Gouhou Yuri Fuufu Hon

On some days, we just don’t have it in us for serious, literary stuff. I want this list to include cute and relaxing sugary stuff too, and Gouhou Yuuri Fuufu Hon fits right in. 

I might have a soft spot for moe art, but Hachishiro makes the sickest covers, I’m not even kidding. 

Set in a sort-of-fantasy world where same-sex marriage is accepted and animals ears are a thing, Haru is a shy, younger girl who is married off to Sensei, a novelist oblivious to Haru’s uncertainties on how to be Sensei’s wife. Yes the dynamic is a little stock. You might realize the part on arranged marriage is kinda problematic, but this is a not-serious moe manga that doesn’t go there. It’s nothing mindblowing, and it’s not got much of a plot, but it’s a fluffy and enjoyable slice-of-life piece on marriage and domestic stuff.

The art is cute af, and works very well to convey changes in their emotions.

9. Sweet Guilty Love Bites

Sweet Guilty Love Bites is about four cabaret hostesses who work at Club Rose. It’s separated into “Sweet Guilty” and “Guilty Love”.  In “Sweet Guilty”, Kirie returns from a bad night of hostessing, to discover Myata, a young woman sleeping in the streets near her house. In “Guilty Love”, Niina, a hostess and a single mother, has a one-night stand with Mayu, only to discover the next day that Mayu is the preschool teacher of her daughter. 

Despite the seriousness of what I just summarized, this is a light and fluffy manga with funny moments, and everything ends happily for our dear characters.Though sometimes, the manga struggles to shift from this lighthearted tone when addressing serious life issues that its characters face. 

The art is nothing stunning, but it’s decent and carries the plot just fine. 

8. Rock it, GiRL!!

Rock it, GiRL!! is about a street guitarist and vocalist, Kaname, who is approached by a talent agency to be part of a band. But Kaname is not an ambitous person and thinks little of her talents. Nevertheless, she decides to give a band a shot. She discovers, however, that a) the talent agency love her as a guitarist, but thinks lowly of her vocal ability, and b) the girl who will sing the songs in her place, is an arrogant tsundere, much in contrast to Kaname’s mopey, sappy self. Animosity develops between them, but they must rise above this personal drama as the show must go on. 

I have to say, the characters aren’t exactly sympathetic, but they’ve got real issues, they are offbeat, and are basically a fresh breath of air, away from the standard “sweet, nice, moe girls in a girl band” cliche. Plus the plot is wild, given the seemingly predictable premise. 

The art itself is simple, but in a weirdly cute and silly way. 

7. Murcielago

I would like to defend Murcielago’s presence on this list by saying that yes it is trash, HOWEVER, it is the kind of trash that nobody expects from the yuri genre.

Specifically, Murcielago is guilty-pleasure gore trash. It’s what we’ve seen played out again and again with a certain Western genre, but always with a male character depicted: violent movies centered on a loose-cannon anti-villain protagonist, who is tasked with being a criminal detective but who really does kill more people than the police are comfortable with. In the backdrop, some sort of vast conspiracy is brewing, where all the crimes that the detective solves, are actually linked together, and this whole conspiracy is somehow, quite self-aggrandizingly, all about this detective protagonist (we just don’t know how yet). 

Yes, that was weirdly specific, but we all know that’s an entire genre. 

In that sense, Murcielago is predictable, but it’s also very fun action-packed reading. Plus the gender and lesbian of its protagonist, is something quite unexpected, considering the “cute nice fluffiness” that characterizes most manga lesbians, and the male protags who dominate violent action comics for both manga and Western comics. 

You know she’s gonna be able to solve the crime, you know the Villain of the Week is gonna die, but there’s still a perverse excitement in finding out how she does it, and what ridiculous over-the-top crime features in the latest issue. 

Read beneath that surface, and Murcielago can be a little deeper than that. Our dear psycho-lesbian detective does spare people, and she justifies it by outwardly saying she spares “cute girls”, but that shallow explanation doesn’t hold water. She’s perfectly ok with mutilating and killing incompetent and immoral “cute girls”, which she has made no comment about. She’s specifically sparing a) completely moral “cute girls”, and hiring  b) dangerously competent, morally shadier “cute girls” as her proteges. In fact, when she meets a bomb prodigy, she has no qualms morally corrupting her from a) to b), because she really needs a demolitions expert. She’s secretly building a ruthless army, and we don’t yet know why.  

6. Lonely Wolf, Lonely Sheep

Lonely Wolf, Lonely Sheep involves the coincidential meeting of two girls who are coincidentially both named Imari, when their names are called in the hospital waiting room. Even more coincidentially, they are both there for left hand injuries. They declare their meeting one of Fate and the stars.

The dynamic is a little stock- we have the tall tomboyish landscaper “Big Imari”, contrasted with the petite girly artist “Little Imari”. But this short comic serves up more than just a plotless dose of sugary cute, the arc does turn serious. “Little Imari”’s injuries hide a dark secret, and the past is coming to claim her. 

5. Octave

Miyashita Yukino is a burnt-out pop idol- the industry is not what she thought it was, and she has no idea where to go with life from thereon. The people of her hometown do not welcome her, and believe she must have had to be a slut to get ahead as an idol. What really cuts deep in this manga, is the portrayal and young age of Yukino- the reality of the pop industry and the sacrifices she had make for her dream, such as dropping out of school, has aged her beyond her years. 

She then tries to make a living as a talent manager in Tokyo, but her life still seems devoid of purpose, she is drifting and still yearns for fame. During a regular trip to the nearby laundromat, she meets Setsuko, who is the sister of the laundromat’s owner. She finds some comfort in Setsuko’s company, but her problems do not disappear, and in fact the landromat is facing financial difficulties.

My main problems with Octave is that the characterization can be unsympathetic. Yukino is jaded, and certainly mature in some ways, but she is also emotionally childish- she can be exceedingly mopey, sometimes blames her problems on others, seeks external validation to an unhealthy extent, and generally creates unnecessary drama and conflict with Setsuko, who is emotionally flawed as well. Don’t get me wrong, characters should have flaws, but too much of it, and it rubs me up the wrong way and I kinda want to slap them. The plot also starts to slow rather than speed up as the manga progresses, which is just not to my taste. 

However, I would simply chalk those flaws up to the inconsistent quality of Octave, where the quality is high, the manga is amazing, the emotions, the issues and ennui from the characters and the atmosphere, can be quite intensely felt.

4. Gunjo

If you asked me what the manga embodiment of misery is, I might just point you to Gunjo. Gunjo tears your heart out, and then puts it back in for a split second, just so it can tear it out again. 

“It begins in the moments after a horrible crime has been committed. A woman has asked someone to kill her husband for her. She has asked someone she knows she can use – another woman, a lesbian, who has been in love with her since high school. The woman who requested the death is abusive, derisive. The woman who committed the crime is passive, almost apathetic. She flinches in the face of the other’s harsh words, but doesn’t fight back.” -(Okazu)

They then go on the run, but how far can they go before they’re caught? Does it make a difference that the cunning, abusive woman who has plotted the murder of her husband, was she herself horrifically abused by this man? Can something resembling love ever develop between two people so violent and broken?

Gunjo is amazing in its fan disservice. The murder succeeds because the killer seduces the man, and kills him while naked. But even in this scene, the violence and her disgust completely detracts from any sexual appeal of her nudity. Even in a kiss between the two main characters, their pain permeates.

My problem with Gunjo however, is specifically that the darkness never lets up. Perhaps it is my own sensitivity, but I found it very hard to complete it.

3. Pulse

It’s a full-color! I love full colors. Anyway, moving on, 

Pulse tells the story of Mei, a renowned heart surgeon who is also a cold-hearted playgirl. Lynn is a college student who needs a heart transplant, but she refuses to get one (the risks are high). When they meet, Mei feels a strange kind of pull towards Lynn, almost like she’s truly attracted for once in her life. As they grow closer, Lynn strikes a deal- if she can make Mei fall in love with her, she will get the surgery, but Mei has to be the one to do the surgery. Lynn trusts her.

The premise can create all sorts of problems, but that is surprisingly averted. Mei doesn’t pressure Lynn into sex, nor does she fake romantic attraction. Lynn doesn’t sacrifice for Mei. Basically, Mei is no asshole, she’s just uninterested in people, and Lynn is no pushover. Also, the art is mighty fine. 

2. Philosophia

Philosophia is about a college romance wherein the two anti-social, apathetic main characters, Ai and Tomo, bond over smokes and coffee. But these little things are not enough to exorcise their inner demons. As Ai starts to feel for Tomo, she becomes torn up over these emotions- her existing familial relationships are far from ideal, and that has fostered her inability to really understand love. Tomo is strange and disinterested, and it doesn’t seem likely that she will return Ai’s feelings. Furthermore, Tomo wants to leave the country, and the means by which she gets the money she needs, is best kept a secret. 

Philosophia has both realistic yet unique characters (they do not fall too far into “always mopey” or “always sweet and excitable”, a common problem even in this list), and also incorporates a series of sobering twists and turns.

1. Collectors

Nito Shinobu and Kanzaki Takako both love shopping. Shinobu collects books and Takako collects clothes. But as they move together, let’s just say there are spaaaaaace constraints. 

Collector is nothing grand or wild- this is the Happily Ever After, but Collector is important specifically for showing how life goes on, that it is comedic and fun and relatable. 

Yuri tends to face the opposite problem to Western LGBT material of the past. Older Western material is melodramatic and tragic, the gay identity of the couple is frequently mentioned and becomes a source of tragedy as they face persecution, which ultimately results in their suicide or murder. In yuri, the world is often isolated down to the couple- they have feelings for each other, but other characters rarely exist and if they do, these characters do not acknowledge the romance. “Lesbian” is never said, and talks of marriage are only meant as comedy. 

There has been a lot of praise for Yuri On Ice (which actually involves a male homosexual couple despite the title) for how the other characters are fleshed out too, for how they recognize and acknowledge the relationship between Viktor and Yuuri. There is a similar kind of realism going on in Collectors. There is a feeling of the world actually existing. 

Collectors gives attention to the tender moments, the little things, that make a relationship, instead of it all being grand kisses in front of everyone or a emotionally charged graduation speech. There is no feeling of such performance. Even the fights in Collectors are realistic, not the kind formed from wacky misunderstandings, and in fact the kind with a proper resolution and not where they leave, and then kiss and make up but the problem still exists. 

[verdigrisprowl]

Feb 27 @ Soundwave’s Bar - Arsenic and Old Lace

This movie was a weird mix of completely hilarious and extremely uncomfortable. Prowl liked it, but he would have liked it a lot better with all mentions of sanitariums cut out.

NoodlesAtNight: *You all know the drill. Video wall set up, movable furniture, snacks, all that.* NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave is already dropped into his usual spot.* FakeProwl: *claims his usual seat* NoodlesAtNight: *A greeting ping and nod* FakeProwl: *nods back* chronosmith: 9(A THEREMIN)) chronosmith: ((one of my favorite bands uses these in concert sometimes)) Getaway: ((snif yelled at me to bring getaway)) chronosmith: ((NO IT WAS A GENTLE ASK)) chronosmith: (i yelled the name "CAREY GRANT")) Getaway: ((SUCH AGGRESSION it was)) chronosmith: ((how dare u )) chronosmith: *trots on in and takes what he has come to think of as his usual seat* NoodlesAtNight: *Another nod for Whirl.* chronosmith: *bibs his helm back and... stares at the screen* chronosmith: ((b-bibs)) Getaway: ((man rabbits still not loading the movie in for me)) Getaway: ((refresh time)) Getaway: ((ah there we go)) Getaway: ((such a sweet serenade)) chronosmith: ((i'm inevitably reminded of the lobster video)) FakeProwl: ((the frickin lobster video...)) Getaway: ((...whirl did YOU bring getaway)) NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Question, when allowed. chronosmith: ((i had assumed... hmm. Well I had assumed not but idk how else he'd find out 8);; )) FakeProwl: *not typically a fan of tesla coil music. but if he turns down his audials' sensitivity a bit it's fine* chronosmith: ((u can be shockwave it it's easier/makes more sense!)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Yes?» NoodlesAtNight: [[And no, he is not subjecting you all to dancing Cybertronians this time. This is an Earth film. We will hear strange Earth music.]] chronosmith: ((we can have trash boy make his debut at CC) chronosmith: Thank GOD. chronosmith: I'll take this over watching Starscream gyrate ANY day. NoodlesAtNight: ((Getaway's a nosy boy. Maybe Laserbeak told him.)) chronosmith: ((he has a hot date with laserbeak)) Getaway: ((oh boy)) FakeProwl: ((... what if soundwave invited prowl, and getaway found out and invited himself and whirl over)) NoodlesAtNight: ((two more short vids while i finish making a snack, bout five min, then start)) chronosmith: *tilts his head, o now THIS is nice* Getaway: ((i mean getaway does like to look out for dad)) NoodlesAtNight: ((that also works)) chronosmith: ((come watch over Dad and get his hot date all in one sweoop)) FakeProwl: ((lmao you don't have to, i'm mainly being silly)) chronosmith: ((sweoop??? what is typing)) NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): On datanet, Prowl stated close physical contact not preferred, stated public affection disliked. Many nights now, couch contact made. Lean, hand held, feeler grip, other. Soundwave did not consider, erred? Prowl has denied self comfort status? Chillsins: (( I had a frighten rabbit logged me out at some point. Almost eXPOSED. )) chronosmith: ((EGAD)) Getaway: *probably sitting in a way that takes up more than a single seat cushion. no worries, not like it'd crowded in here* Getaway: ...Wonder if there ever was anyone who turned into one of those. chronosmith: *sidelong glance at Getaway* Don't know lots of folks made of wood, myself. Chillsins: *PRetends to kick down the door upon entry, but doesn't REALLY.* FakeProwl: *oh. hey. hi. hello. look who's here. surprised glance at getaway.* chronosmith: *bobs his head at Windcill* chronosmith: ((whop brb)) NoodlesAtNight: *Slow stare at Getaway. After a moment's debate, a hesitant greeting nod.* NoodlesAtNight: [[He never met anyone who did. Greetings, Windchill.]] Chillsins: *Puts his foot down on the floor where it belongs.* FakeProwl: *he's gonna. like. slide his avatar over a few pixels. he's not that close to soundwave. nope.* Chillsins: Hi, you guys. Getaway: *handflaps at whirl* You know what I mean. Doesn't have to be wood. Just some sort of music machine. We had all sorts of impractical alt modes way back, right? Getaway: *SNEAKY LITTLE FRICKER* FakeProwl: ... Maccadam's used to have an instrument who performed sometimes. Chillsins: (( I have a mighty need for gross tea brb. )) FakeProwl: His name was... Tax? Ticks? And he turned into a... something with a keyboard. NoodlesAtNight: ((i have not seen this in years and this is an old movie so i apologize if there's anything unexpectedly horrible about it. i do know there's a running gag about a fellow who thinks he's roosevelt though.)) Chillsins: *Snorts at the screen.* FakeProwl: *baseball! Prowl is already pleased.* Chillsins: *A brawl!* FakeProwl: *not as pleased by the brawl* chronosmith: ((ye there's a bit of general insensitivity about mental illness but nothing much much worse)) chronosmith: Never met any instruments, myself. FakeProwl: *right. yes. Soundwave asked a question.* Getaway: *pleased by Prowl's confirmation* Knew there had to be -something- like that in the Taxonomy. NoodlesAtNight: *Takes note of this Tax-Ticks-Whoever instrument person* chronosmith: Okay, now THIS, this is Carey Grant. chronosmith: When we get around to having Culture Club again, you'll see him once moe. chronosmith: *moe Getaway: Which one? The one with the curly kibble? Chillsins: *Decides to creep around and find seating as close to Whirl as is possible, without actually sitting on Whirl.* chronosmith: The guy who just took his sunglasses off. chronosmith: *will scoot his chair abit, but only so he can lean back and put his feet where they belong, on Windchill* Chillsins: 'Stinks with atmosphere,' nice. Chillsins: *Accepts the feet.* Getaway: Ahuh. *ngl mostly tells organics apart by their clothes* NoodlesAtNight: [[Kind of them.]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «With the public affection, I was referring to—publicly making out, or interfacing, or... overly sappy conversation. Unsubtle things that are hard for others to ignore.» Chillsins: Well, that's never a good sign. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Subtler affection, I'm fine with. And, subtle physical contact.» chronosmith: *gradually becoming more horizontal* NoodlesAtNight: *Quietly relieved. Acknowledging ping.* FakeProwl: *... they want to send teddy to a what.* FakeProwl: *they'd better not.* Chillsins: *Steeples his talons.* NoodlesAtNight: *Now wants to know what's in that seat that's so interesting.* FakeProwl: ... So, he presently DOESN'T love her for her mind. chronosmith: It was a joke, I think. chronosmith: The dude's a wordsmith, you know how they are. NoodlesAtNight: [[...Over a waterfall in a barrel...?]] chronosmith: I dunno. Sounds kind of fun to me. chronosmith: I'd go over a waterfall in a barrel. FakeProwl: It wouldn't have been a joke he was comfortable with making if he wasn't comfortable with suggesting he doesn't value her mind. Chillsins: *Nods.* chronosmith: I suggest you -maybe- not read too much into it, Prowl. *dry look* Just a thought. Chillsins: *Raises hand.* NoodlesAtNight: *Hmm. A good point. He nods.* NoodlesAtNight: [[He does not see what is romantic about dashing each other to pieces on a lake filled with rocks.]] FakeProwl: *he will read as much into it as he cares to and nobody can stop him* chronosmith: Well, Soundwave, if you can't see the romance in THAT, I can't help you. chronosmith: *adopts his Teacher Voice* Yes, Windchill? Getaway: *snorts* NoodlesAtNight: *Looks at Getaway* [[You agree with Whirl?]] chronosmith: *NOT THE WORMS* NoodlesAtNight: *...What? What is it?* chronosmith: *snickers* chronosmith: This guy's faces... Chillsins: My boyfriend says I'm dumb almost every day. It's a joke we're comfortable with making because we both know it's not true. FakeProwl: *considering that he was talking about a dead body when he saw whatever-it-was...* Chillsins: *Winces at his wince.* Chillsins: Murderous old ladies, my kind of people. Getaway: Agree about what? The joke, or the barrel? chronosmith: *as the reveal becomes more and more obvious, Whirl's started to snicker* NoodlesAtNight: *Suddenly VERY amused* NoodlesAtNight: [[Both, he supposes.]] Chillsins: *Shouldn't be snickering, is anyway.* FakeProwl: *quietly leans forward, puts his elbows on his knees, and laces his hands in front of his mouth* FakeProwl: ((y'know the movie calls them "sisters" but I ain't buying it. these are sweet old murderous lesbians.)) NoodlesAtNight: *Small glance. He wonders if that's the Serious Thought pose or the Trying Not To Laugh pose.* chronosmith: ((omg)) NoodlesAtNight: ((lmao)) NoodlesAtNight: [[Ah, a pumpkin. Smokescreen would have liked that part.]] chronosmith: ((also fyi i'm imagining Getaway is sitting on a chaise that did not exist until he needed to lounge on it)) Getaway: ((you know it)) Getaway: ((the laziest drape)) Chillsins: (( Good. )) Chillsins: THE WHAT chronosmith: *constant snickering* Chillsins: (( His voice. )) FakeProwl: *"that's what we did with the others." and now Prowl's shoulders are trembling.* chronosmith: This guy's a joy to watch. NoodlesAtNight: *Is, by now, wobbling slightly. If he were a vocal mech, he'd be laughing so hard.* NoodlesAtNight: [[He really is.]] Chillsins: I suppose I have to respect a death toll like that. Chillsins: *His eyebrows are escaping into the upper atmosphere.* NoodlesAtNight: *Watches them go* chronosmith: *They Ascend* Chillsins: *They're gone.* Getaway: Prowl's right about the 'joke'. Mostly. He might not mean anything, and the other human might not mind, but humor's still the best way to learn what folks think is or isn't out of the ordinary. Getaway: ...As for the barrel, I might get in one, but you sure wouldn't catch me hitting the bottom. chronosmith: I don't think even YOU can escape GRAVITY. Getaway: *heh* chronosmith: Unless you've secretly been a triple-changer all along. NoodlesAtNight: [[...Do you suppose they've kept the meter running?]] Chillsins: Sometimes the joke is what's out of the ordinary, in my experience_ Getaway: The secret is to get -out- of the barrel before gravity becomes a problem. Chillsins: *interrupts himself to point* Chillsins: CAT. Chillsins: *Cat is gone, escaped just like his eyebrows.* Chillsins: *Frowns.* NoodlesAtNight: [[The poor Elaine human.]] chronosmith: ((our new dryer sings a song when it's done omfg)) FakeProwl: ... He could have told her it was a family emergency. Chillsins: (( LOVELY. )) chronosmith: Yeah. NoodlesAtNight: [[For twelve other humans' families, perhaps.]] FakeProwl: ((the washing machine at my family's home sings. 0u0)) FakeProwl: *SNRK* chronosmith: I mean, even I'D do a better job than THAT. FakeProwl: True. His family caused the emergency, though. Chillsins: I guess he's trying to protect her by keeping her out of it, but that tends to not work out. Chillsins: *Oh dear, he can see where this is going.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Where will they store this one, up the fireplace?]] chronosmith: *snickering again* FakeProwl: *he keeps saying sanitarium. would he stop.* Chillsins: (( I, too, have eaten berries out of a cemetery.)) Chillsins: *JUMPS AT THE SCREAM* FakeProwl: *shoulders trembling* Getaway: ((why do they want to kill people again)) NoodlesAtNight: ((they think they're on a mission of mercy for old lonely people essentially)) Chillsins: (( As an act of mercy. )) Chillsins: That's putting it lightly. chronosmith: *outright LAUGHS* FakeProwl: Don't commit him for the sins of his aunts! NoodlesAtNight: [[Most cruel.]] chronosmith: *nods* FakeProwl: *this movie is a dizzying array of whiplash. first it's hilarious murder and then it's back to trying to shove that poor man into a sanitarium* chronosmith: Can't say I'd wanna end up in a place like that. I'm surprised it hasn't HAPPEned, ACTUALLY. Getaway: They already told him he doesn't do it. Maybe he's trying to get him away from -them-. Chillsins: *Snorts.* FakeProwl: A sanitarium isn't an improvement. Chillsins: *Cackles* Chillsins: ... chronosmith: *looks to Windchill* Have you and your mech made it official, yet? Chillsins: How do you mean? Bonded? No. chronosmith: ((THERE E IS!!! PETER! LORRE!!)) Chillsins: *The Frankenstein monster just broke in? Okay* chronosmith: "Bonded"? chronosmith: Is that like a Conjunx sorta deal? Chillsins: Eh...kind of? Getaway: ...That took a dark turn. NoodlesAtNight: [[...The serial murders weren't?]] Chillsins: I have no idea whether getting married makes people act any stranger, if that's what you're asking. chronosmith: I don't think anything could make YOU stranger than you ARE. Chillsins: ...I guess we'll find out, eh? Getaway: They might've been, if the film took them seriously. *black humor without the humors just black* NoodlesAtNight: *Looks up Boris Car-Lot on the datanet* NoodlesAtNight: *Oh. Yes, Karloff. Thank you, Google. He does see a resemblance.* Getaway: ((OOC SNORT)) Chillsins: (( My god. )) NoodlesAtNight: ((is it glitching for anyone else or is my internet just a butt today)) FakeProwl: ((it's fine here)) chronosmith: ((it's running fine here!)) Chillsins: (( I haven't noticed anything! )) Getaway: ((im fine)) chronosmith: Pfft. Chillsins: *Is beyond making noises at this point.* chronosmith: Looks like everyBODY wants to get into the Brewster place. Chillsins: *bats Whirl's foot. How dare he make a pun!* chronosmith: *smug look* NoodlesAtNight: *Soft huff* FakeProwl: Pf. NoodlesAtNight: [[Of course he's been patient. He's been dead.]] Getaway: *his puns were better whirl* Getaway: *and you stared so disapprovingly at him* Chillsins: *Leans over, bringing his horrific nostrils dangerously close to Whirl's punny feet.* chronosmith: *and he'll do it again, too* chronosmith: *whirl considers himself exempt from Bad Pun Rules* Chillsins: *Sniffs loudly* chronosmith: ...*watches Windchill* Careful with the merchandise. Getaway: *of course you do. everyone who makes puns does* Chillsins: *Sniffs again, the vent covers on either side of his face retracting.* Chillsins: Smells like... *sniffs* Smells like... *SNIFFS* chronosmith: Are you about to do something weird to my foot. chronosmith: You'd better not. Chillsins: *GASPS* Chillsins: TREE STARS! chronosmith: *abruptly raises his foot, bumping it quickly but not too hashly into Windchill's forehead* Chillsins: ACK! chronosmith: Oops. Chillsins: *Clutches his head in mostly-mock agony.* chronosmith: *looks to the room in general* I've damaged my footstool. Chillsins: I just wanted to tell you that your foot smells like...a weed. Getaway: ((rita did not like that noise)) chronosmith: Well I WAS tending to my plants, earlier. But not with my FEET. Chillsins: *Sits up, rubbing his forehead.* FakeProwl: PFF-- *presses laced hands to mouth* Chillsins: Close enough, maybe. Chillsins: I didn't know you were growing a weed. chronosmith: I've got a lot of plants, right now. NoodlesAtNight: *An audible pff! Victory.* Chillsins: I'm calling the police. NoodlesAtNight: [[He's right there.]] *Motions to Prowl* chronosmith: Good news. They're right there. *nods to Prowl* chronosmith: ... NoodlesAtNight: *Amused helm bob* chronosmith: *likewise* Chillsins: ...I've changed my mind. chronosmith: Pfft. chronosmith: And--just as planned. I'm free to keep practicing my dastardly deeds, Chillsins: *Is an enabler.* chronosmith: This is a hell of a honeymoon. FakeProwl: *skeptical side glance* What am I being called for. Chillsins: *Whistles innocently.* Chillsins: *GAGS.* NoodlesAtNight: [[He has no interest in being bonded, but if he did, he would prefer a little less murder for the celebration.]] chronosmith: Depends on who's doing the murdering, I say. Chillsins: Hmm. Chillsins: Kill him. chronosmith: But, obviously, I feel likewise. Getaway: *optical ridges ascend after chill's* chronosmith: In regards to, you know, a conjunx Chillsins: *Space is not so lonely anymore.* chronosmith: *SNICKERING AGAIN* Chillsins: Wow. Chillsins: *Narrows optics.* FakeProwl: Why doesn't he tell her anything. FakeProwl: Divorce him. NoodlesAtNight: [[It seems she is.]] FakeProwl: Good. Chillsins: She deserves better. Getaway: Probably not too late to revoke the license. chronosmith: For once, I agree with Mr. Personality over there. NoodlesAtNight: *Quiet huff* Chillsins: *Covers his mouth.* Chillsins: That's...quite an aspiration to have. chronosmith: *laughing again* chronosmith: butters: ((This is Arsenic and LAce, then? NoodlesAtNight: ((ye)) butters: ((I will need to watch this from the beginning on my own time FakeProwl: *the shaking has moved down his shoulders. it's now taken over his back and arms.* NoodlesAtNight: *Secretly pleased by this. Maybe there will be an unrestrained laugh by the end of the night.* Chillsins: *SPITS* chronosmith: *hopefully not on MY FEET* NoodlesAtNight: [[Oh, they're well past sickness.]] Chillsins: *Maybe just a little?* NoodlesAtNight: *Ah, it's Rumble.* chronosmith: *shoots Windchill a dirty look* chronosmith: ((omfg)) chronosmith: ((that little nerd)) Chillsins: *Wipes his mouth unapologetically.* Getaway: ((i feel like im supposed to find this movie funnier than i actually do....)) FakeProwl: ((I'm finding it funny)) Getaway: ((whenever prowl laughs i have no idea what hes laughing at because i didnt detect a joke)) NoodlesAtNight: ((it's usually a hit or miss deal)) FakeProwl: ((it slowed down for a while after johnny showed up but it's picking back up)) chronosmith: ((most of he comedy, I find, is in Carey Grant's acting)) FakeProwl: ((well. there's also lag. it takes time after the joke for me to type a laugh.)) chronosmith: ((if a different actor were the lead I doubt I'd enjoy this half as much)) Chillsins: (( I find it funny but I also have a morbid sense of humour. )) Getaway: ((i mean its certainly very silly but perhaps im unused to the style of comedic timing... they back and forth so fast sometimes)) NoodlesAtNight: ((cary grant movies tend to jump back and forth between serious moments and frenetic silliness)) FakeProwl: ((I'm into frenetic silliness)) Getaway: ((i like morbid humor! but yeah i think its. the tone jumping around and the franticness thats losing me)) NoodlesAtNight: ((it's cool if you're not as into it! i'll run other things in the future too)) butters: ((good old fashion absurd setups and rapid delivery FakeProwl: ((two of y'all are named Guest.)) FakeProwl: ((guest #2 with the black bunny on the green grass, who are you)) butters: ((You're named Guest for me Chillsins: (( I see three guests. )) butters: ((Black bunny is Butters FakeProwl: ((WHY AM I NAMED GUEST)) chronosmith: ((Same, three guests here. Prowl, Getaway, and the new one)) NoodlesAtNight: ((rabbit has a glitch lately i think)) butters: ((dunno. your name appears when you're typing, but it's posting under 'Guest' FakeProwl: ((*re-changes it*)) butters: ((perhaps it's an account thing? FakeProwl: ((hrmph. Yeah, that's what Getaway's is doing for me.)) FakeProwl: ((but you're just Guest-Guest, butters)) chronosmith: ((Guestaway)) Chillsins: What was that conversation. NoodlesAtNight: ((LOL Guestaway)) butters: ((this work? NoodlesAtNight: ((nope)) FakeProwl: ((well. now you're Guest-Butters.)) butters: ((Welp. I am a Mystery Getaway: ((guestaway!)) NoodlesAtNight: [[Well-deserved.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[Her shutting the window.]] Getaway: *what an intro to earth this has been* NoodlesAtNight: *...Is this Getaway's first encounter with humans, so to speak?* NoodlesAtNight: *Oh dear.* chronosmith: *GOOD* Getaway: *hes barely been on cybertron let alone earth* NoodlesAtNight: *Good thing it wasn't the movie about the giant spider, then.* Getaway: *hes been briefed, of course, but yeah* chronosmith: *maybe whirl can arrange to strategically only show him things that'll give him the wrong idea...* Chillsins: *Count Chill in on evil plots* FakeProwl: ((show him cartoons with singing dogs)) NoodlesAtNight: *Must remember that stunt for future use.* Chillsins: LEt me guess, it's signed as Theodore Roosevelt. Getaway: *doesnt know who teddy roosevelt is* chronosmith: ((PFFT. this scene on stage must be a riot)) Chillsins: For crying out loud. FakeProwl: *annnd he's trembling again.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Art imitates reality.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[Or, perhaps, the other way around.]] NoodlesAtNight: *That is an impressive array of tools.* Getaway: ((oh look its shockwaves medkit)) chronosmith: If I were in that situation, I'd strangle myself to spite him, really. FakeProwl: *oh. that's a good look. rope around the neck connected to a rope around the knees and keeping his legs up. Prowl's gotta remember that one.* chronosmith: Not that squeezing my neck would do much of anything. Chillsins: I'd pee on him. chronosmith: PFF-- Chillsins: *can't, but it's the thought that counts.* NoodlesAtNight: [[You and certain Bumblebees would get along.]] Chillsins: I don't know what you mean. Chillsins: *sighs* butters: ((omg Chillsins: *GROANS IN FRUSTRATION.* Getaway: Oh, Primus... FakeProwl: Pffffeh. NoodlesAtNight: *RECORDED THAT* FakeProwl: *he's been doing so good* Chillsins: Wow. Getaway: Wow. Everyone in this film is an imbecile. Chillsins: That's quite the scene. chronosmith: *snickering* NoodlesAtNight: [[...A captive audience.]] Chillsins: *Ropes, nightstick, uniform, fascinating.* Chillsins: *SPITS AGAIN* Chillsins: *THAT PUN* Chillsins: *Rocking back and forth* chronosmith: *removes his feet and sits up* Chillsins: *He can't deal with this.* chronosmith: *once again, just continually gleefully snickering* Chillsins: *SQUEAKS* FakeProwl: *just. sustained trembling.* Getaway: ((....no?)) butters: ((Exactly Getaway: ((presidents dont interrogate spies lmao)) FakeProwl: ((presidents don't take shovels and help dig the panama canal themselves.)) butters: ((tbh let Roosevelt interrogate whoever he wants. He can bugle them Chillsins: *Seems to be calming down, for now.* Chillsins: CALLED IT chronosmith: Heh. NoodlesAtNight: [[Unnecessary. Nobody knows of the cellar bodies.]] Chillsins: *Snickers.* butters: ((oh.. oh no NoodlesAtNight: ((i've never liked this part of the ending tbh)) NoodlesAtNight: ((poor fellow)) Getaway: ((WOW)) Getaway: ((SIR)) NoodlesAtNight: ((yeahhhh)) chronosmith: ((yeah 8/ )) Chillsins: (( *INHALES* )) FakeProwl: ((8/)) butters: ((my attention diverted at the worst moment what did he say FakeProwl: (("lock up my aunts two, a couple sane folks will get lost in the shuffle")) butters: ((8/ butters: Yesterday Getaway: ((i mean theyre murderers but whaaat)) chronosmith: ((he free)) Getaway: ((i wasnt aware 'igor' was a german accent)) NoodlesAtNight: ((...........i never got the frankenstein + igor thing before omg)) Getaway: ((hahaha yeah im p sure its a giant reference)) Chillsins: WHAT? chronosmith: *streeetches* FakeProwl: *that was an incredibly mixed bag.* chronosmith: Definitely worth a watch, even if just for Carey Grant. NoodlesAtNight: *Joins the stretch. He disliked the fate of some of the humans, but the murder comedy parts were good.* FakeProwl: *hilarious, yes. but mixed with some very. very. uncomfortable content.* Getaway: *stretches* Humans are wild. Getaway: ((i like how everyone just stretches)) chronosmith: Yeah. Well, there you have it, Getaway. *gestures to the screen* Human cinema. Chillsins: I don't know what I was expecting. chronosmith: ((we all bee sittin so still...)) NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave has long limbs in awkward configurations, sitting too long gets him all cramped up* Chillsins: *Windchill's eyebrows descend from outer space.* NoodlesAtNight: *Ah, yes. He wondered where those went.* Getaway: *will leave his to spy on the club when hes gone* NoodlesAtNight: *You take those with you, sir. No abandoned body parts.* FakeProwl: ((lol)) Getaway: *fiiiine. not like he didnt take the first 20 minutes to side-eye canvass the place anyway* chronosmith: Thanks for the film, Chatterbox. NoodlesAtNight: [[You're welcome. He will try to find something with a better ending next time.]] chronosmith: *salutes* Chillsins: You leaving? chronosmith: Yeah, gonna roll on home. NoodlesAtNight: *It's a club, Getaway. There's not a lot of Evil Decepticon Secrets to be seen.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Safe returns. Farewell.]] Chillsins: *Nods. He accepts this.* Getaway: *course not. layouts are still good. exits, you know. in case this is ever just a trap* NoodlesAtNight: *There's only one exit, and that'll be the front doors.* Chillsins: *Unless you're Kool Aid* Getaway: *oh he can make an exit if he has to* chronosmith: You too, mech. chronosmith: *nudges Windchill* Later, loser. Chillsins: Bye, sucker. Chillsins: *Is the real sucker here.* chronosmith: *he will spare Getaway a sidelong look and a subtle nod as he goes, as well* Getaway: *breezy handwave* NoodlesAtNight: *BOY don't you go blowing holes in his home* Getaway: *dont give him reason to and he probably wont* Chillsins: *What happens if THIS boy pees on the floor?* NoodlesAtNight: *He will call up Smokescreen and Wall of Shame both of you.* Chillsins: *But then Smokescreen might meet a REAL LIFE VAMPIRE* NoodlesAtNight: *That's the whole planet.* Chillsins: *...True.* Getaway: *txen needs to finish painting her nails before bedtime but getaway is definitely going to casually run social interference/fully expect prowls hologram doesnt have reason to stick around Soundwave. not that prowl couldnt pretend to leave so that getaway leaves and then just boop back lol.* NoodlesAtNight: *Getaway, would you just like a tag that says "Official Chaperone."* FakeProwl: *that's great! prowl gets to hang out with getaway AND soundwave.* Getaway: *yes he probably would* Chillsins: I'm scared. Getaway: ((aw prowl bb)) NoodlesAtNight: [[Why are you scared?]] FakeProwl: *even better if they pretend to be polite to each other convincingly enough that he can't pick up the underlying seething hostility at first glance* Chillsins: Puppets...are unnerving. NoodlesAtNight: *Also he only agrees with half of Prowl's assessment.* NoodlesAtNight: [[What's wrong with puppets?]] Chillsins: *A friend tried to teach him to count by making him watch Sesame Street once. It didn't work.* Chillsins: I think they're creepy. Chillsins: It's the eyes. FakeProwl: *80s rock, huh.* FakeProwl: *strongly suspects that soundwave is figuring out prowl's musical tastes.* NoodlesAtNight: *Actually, it's mostly the mun's choice, but he has noticed a few responses, so why not?* NoodlesAtNight: [[Strange. Usually it's the lack of optics that disturb people.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[He should know.]] Chillsins: Better no eyes than dead eyes, I say. Getaway: *one of these days getaway needs an excuse to show soundy his musical taste/swing dancing* NoodlesAtNight: *On that day, Soundwave will be torn like a piece of paper before Buzzsaw's wings.* NoodlesAtNight: *To appreciate or to hate more for ruining swing dancing? A dilemma.* NoodlesAtNight: [[You would be one of the first.]] Chillsins: I always was special like that. A natural born rebel. NoodlesAtNight: *Helm bob. He rather figured, what with the Decepticon talk Whirl's always on with.* Getaway: ((i realized 'official bodyguard' is more accurate to what getawayd want a badge of, since its in everyones best interests not to let him know theres anything to chaperone) NoodlesAtNight: ((...a good point)) FakeProwl: ((fair)) Chillsins: 😮 Chillsins: *He LOVES DEPECHE MODE WTF* NoodlesAtNight: *Is now two for two, then.* FakeProwl: *"Enjoy The Silence". Snort. Appropriate.* Getaway: *wanna go for 3?~* NoodlesAtNight: *Oh, he can probably think of something fitting* Chillsins: *These music videos though.* Getaway: *pauses to look at the speaker the musics coming from* ...I should really take a look at Earth music sometime. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Question: Getaway knows alliance exists? Chillsins: It's the best. Chillsins: Except for country. NoodlesAtNight: [[You should. It has its charms.]] NoodlesAtNight: *Uuuuugh being poliiiiiite* Chillsins: *Clenches fist.* FakeProwl: I can send you some. Getaway: ((THERE HE NOW HAS A CANONICAL REASON TO KNOW EARTH SONGS)) NoodlesAtNight: *Oh thank Primus he doesn't have to be the one.* Getaway: Sure, Boss. FakeProwl: I don't have a lot. But I'll transfer what I have. NoodlesAtNight: *There. One for Getaway.* Getaway: ((PFFF)) Getaway: ((HIS THEME)) Chillsins: *WHAT IS THIS* Chillsins: *Snickering* Getaway: A small starting point's better than nothing-- *quizzical look at this song choice* NoodlesAtNight: [[It reminds him of some of the old cities.]] Chillsins: *Applauds* Chillsins: *WHAT IS THAT SCARY THING* Chillsins: (( That frikkin game. )) NoodlesAtNight: ((pretend that one isn't labeled or something)) Chillsins: (( I COULDN'T GET PAST THE FIRST DEVASTATOR FIGHT WITHOUT LOWERING THE DIFFICULTY )) FakeProwl: ((i don't have it yet :,) NoodlesAtNight: ((it's a fun time if cheesy)) FakeProwl: ((cheesy times are the BEST fun times)) Chillsins: (( IT'S FUN and it gets easier as you go. I played Wheeljack as often as possible. MY BOY. )) NoodlesAtNight: ((Wheeljack was for real the best to play as.)) Chillsins: (( I almost got whooped by Shockwave too, he's a beast. )) Chillsins: (( Wheeljack + SNIPER RIFLE. )) FakeProwl: ((i'm disappointed by the limited character options tbh)) Getaway: ((my roomies got the ps subscription whatever and it was a free monthly game a while back)) Chillsins: (( i'm always a sniper ho though. )) Chillsins: (( YEAH no 'cons? only like five bots? TRAGIC. )) NoodlesAtNight: ((okiedokie i'm gonna call it a night in about 7)) Chillsins: (( o7 )) NoodlesAtNight: ((also did prowl miss his question re: getaway earlier?)) NoodlesAtNight: ((and snipers unite)) FakeProwl: ((... I skipped the @ and thought he was asking getaway LMAO)) NoodlesAtNight: ((DEAR GOD NO)) NoodlesAtNight: (([][][]If you don't know, now you know.[][][])) Getaway: ((GEE)) FakeProwl: ((uhh I don't remember if it's EXPLICITLY come up but he's made allusions to working with Soundwave before)) FakeProwl: ((if it hasn't come up in RP, it's probably come up off-screen)) Getaway: (( he knows about 'this dude is useful and we're working with him' not the """""""alliance""""""")) Chillsins: (( jfc that game. Most overpowered character: Knock Out. )) FakeProwl: ((well no Prowl wouldn't have told him about the """"""alliance"""""" but he might've told him about the "alliance")) Getaway: ((yes, just saying it depends what soundy meant)) NoodlesAtNight: ((oh, i just meant the "working together" part)) NoodlesAtNight: ((bleh i wanted the one without the player talking over it. oh well. that'll be about it *stretch*)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «He knows we are working together. He doesn't know we're... sssocializing significantly.» FakeProwl: ((THERE. BELATEDLY.)) NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Understood. Soundwave will keep secret. Chillsins: *Stretches. Time to go home.* NoodlesAtNight: *Stands up and turns to face them all.* [[He appreciates the company, but he will have work soon.]] Chillsins: *Lifts leg* Chillsins: *Work it bby* NoodlesAtNight: *Amused* FakeProwl: ((as long as he's not preparing to pee)) Chillsins: (( There are worse things he could be doing. )) Chillsins: *Lowers his leg and slides out of the seat.* NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): However, new Fullstasis game welcome when Prowl moments: free. Impending assignment: dull. NoodlesAtNight: [[He will consider hosting something else soon. Until then.]] NoodlesAtNight: *Busies himself cleaning* Chillsins: *Ambles for the exit before he tricks himself into cleaning whether it's appreciated or not.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I don't have much to do until work; I'm waiting for reports to come in. I'll ping you my moves. You can have the first one.» Chillsins: I'll see you guys LATER. Getaway: All right then. *hops up with a little 'hup'* ...Thhaaanks. *doesnt have a lot of spark behind that-- not like he was actually on soundys invite list anyway* Chillsins: *Is never on the invite list, don't feel bad, just crash the party!* NoodlesAtNight: [[...Yes. You're welcome.]] *Even less spark behind his, since his is more withered.* Chillsins: *Windchill, and his wayward eyebrows, vanish into the night.* NoodlesAtNight: *Visible nod to Windchill and an acknowledging ping to Prowl. He will start with... that one, then. There you go.* FakeProwl: I hope to see you at more movie nights. *the only sincere one* NoodlesAtNight: *PROWL, WHY. HE THOUGHT YOU LIKED HIM* FakeProwl: *shhh, #3. he's talking to #2.* Chillsins: (( Windchill has no idea who Getaway even is WHOOPS. Maybe one day. BUT NOT TODAY. )) NoodlesAtNight: *Faaaaaair* NoodlesAtNight: ((One day!)) FakeProwl: ((... yknow i don't think prowl knows who windchill is, besides the person whirl does his furniture kink stuff with)) Chillsins: ((.......)) Chillsins: (( Well he's not WRONG. )) FakeProwl: ((they've been at so many movie nights together......)) Chillsins: (( Windchill is That Guy with the furniture kink and Awful Opinions. )) Chillsins: (( That's all we know... )) Getaway: Whirl's invited me to that club you guys started, so yeah. Probably! *small eye-smile* ...Say-- I know you're busy, but what're the chances of, like... you beaming up to say hi a little more often? Maybe when the rec room's not in use? NoodlesAtNight: ((And an obsession with butts and an egg, Soundwave says. Also a Decepticon who doesn't repair himself like he ought.)) NoodlesAtNight: ((And an interesting sense of humor)) Chillsins: (( Hey WHOA now. He's also obsessed with boobs. )) FakeProwl: *dryly* I don't think the captain would appreciate that. FakeProwl: I'll find some arrangement. Getaway: *little eyeroll* Not even in holoform, huh? Am I gonna have to install something in my room? FakeProwl: I think the captain would appreciate that even less than letting me into authorized visitor rooms. NoodlesAtNight: *...Silently wonders if he could patch in and peek around Getaway's room if Getaway did that.* NoodlesAtNight: *Puts the thought aside and keeps moving chairs back where they go* FakeProwl: But there are other possibilities. Digital meetings. Holomatter projectors in third party locations. Et cetera. FakeProwl: *isn't going to suggest THIS third party location. he's not gonna be that cruel to Soundwave.* Getaway: *tsks in mock disappointment-- what the captain doesnt know wont hurt him~* Figured that might be the case. NoodlesAtNight: *See? Mindful, like he said a few months ago.* FakeProwl: *what the captain doesn't know is something the captain will probably find out later and pitch a fit about, and Prowl doesn't need that kind of drama.* Chillsins: (( I'm out. 'NIGHT GUYS. Thanks for stream! )) Getaway: *fair* FakeProwl: ((NIGHT)) NoodlesAtNight: ((night! thank you for coming!!)) Chillsins: (( o7! )) Getaway: Ah, I better head back. Seeya round, Boss. *casual salute* FakeProwl: Evening. FakeProwl: *Soundwave gets a farewell ping, and Prowl's first move* NoodlesAtNight: [[Take care, Getaway.]] *Or don't. You know, he doesn't care.* FakeProwl: *and disappears* FakeProwl: *he's trusting you two not to kill each other when he's gone.* Getaway: Later, Soundwave. Say hi to Laserbeak for me~ *jaunts on off to the door and bridging area* NoodlesAtNight: *Waits until both are gone to HUFF AT THAT* NoodlesAtNight: *And finish cleaning, figure out a second move, and hop on paperwork check.*

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Because it’s christmas...

And you always tell the truth at Christmas... (eve or something. whatevs.)

Basically, I just wanted to natter on and get sappy at some of you guys in particular on this site. I haven’t let myself get involved in a fandom for a long time so really to everyone even if I DIDN'T tag you -- thank you for welcoming me with such open arms. It means the world to me, more than I could possibly say. <3

And a few specific shoutouts (in no particular order):

@lessracquetball : One third of my TKF on tumblr. What more can I say than you’re an amazing friend and brilliant artist. You always know how to cheer me up when I’m having a shit day and ILY to itty bitty pieces. (And stop shrugging at me. I mean the things I say, missy.)

@numberoneprettyboy : the second third of my TKF and also the Anatoly to my Florence. That’s it. Just making the reference somewhere else not smule and I’m always so happy whenever we get to chat and do duets together and be INSANELY petty about certain things... ILYSM.

@ohjeez-louise : the last third of my TKF. All three of you, really, plus those who AREN”T on here I’m so glad you joined that open call of mine this summer. I haven’t checked my phone so much in years... or played around so much on SC in ages. Thank you for being so damn supportive and being generally fantastic.

@short--insomniacs : from one long PM back and forth about the realities of HIV... to the friendship we’ve formed, I cannot express how much I adore you. Thank you for being there, for just being awesome -- and for being a shoulder when I’ve needed it and someone I can flail and headcanon at. ILYSM and just... thank you for so much more from the bottom of my heart.

@poledancingghostson : It’s always hard for me to reach out to people first, and I’m SO glad I did with you. It’s great when you find someone with similar insecurities because while you can’t always take your own advice, it often is better coming from someone else. ILYSM.

@faiyx : We’ve only chatted back and forth a few times -- but shoutout for your friggin amazing art and for that stunning piece you did from one of my fics. And VERY much hoping we can get that super-sekrit project to work out in the new year. <3

@fizzingwhizzers : Another person I’m SO glad I reached out to (though it was scary!) -- you’re fab and I love seeing you pop up in my notifs. Here’s to more chatting!!

@the-ancient-dino : Scaredy-cat introverts unite! I very much hope we can get to know each other better in the new year. <3

And to @andrewrannellsdeservesatony @chicken-vindaloo @petty-petty-petty-petty @morbid-and-dissatisfied @whizzersingsfortissimo @validemail @whizzerbrownies @dragonsareawesome123 @trash-queen-jynx @queermistermarvin @ultracrepidarianchild @screw-the-applebaums @passionatelylovers -- just to name a few. It’s hard not tagging literally EVERYONE who follows me, I LOVE whenever I see you guys pop up on my dash or in my notifs or seeing your little icons in my sidebar from PMs we’ve sent.

Literally, I had to stop myself from tagging everyone -- and this is probably way too long as it is so gold stars if you made it this far. So suffice to say, I hope EVERYONE reading this has a wonderful holiday (no matter WHAT you celebrate) and thank you so much for comments and kudos and reblogs and likes on my fics and anything I’ve posted. It’s been so scary starting in a new fandom and you all make it so worthwhile. There’s a ton more fic coming from me in the new year and I truly hope to get to know all of you better. My inboxes are always open even if I’m usually scared to reach out to people first!! <3