#the big thingy that make music really loud

[gorgraoroctoberforever]

I have a plan. It's horrible and will hurt everyone I love but it is o so funny

[bit-odd-innit]

They’re about 20 minutes into the movie when Steve feels the familiar dip of weight against his shoulder.

He can’t stop the pulse of fond bemusement that surges through him. After all, Eddie had insisted on picking the movie this week, insisted that it was “an unfathomable travesty” that Steve had never seen it, insisted they had to watch it despite the bruise-colored circles under his eyes, the discreet flex of his hands disguising the tremors he gets when he’s over exhausted. Steve says nothing, lets the movie run, and once Eddie conks out instead of switching to something more his speed, he keeps watching.

The movie’s not Steve’s taste, but it’s not bad. He hasn’t been big into cartoons since he was a kid. The animation is strange yet fascinating, the characters’ movements equal parts natural and off-putting. He drifts in and out of the story, though enough of Dustin and Eddie’s ramblings have sunk in that he’s able to follow along. Whenever a name or location he recognizes pops up he turns to Eddie and says, smugly, “I know what that is.” Eddie replies with a soft exhale that ends in a low hum. His breath skitters across Steve’s throat. Steve shivers.

Eddie’s got this little bank of noises he makes when he’s sleeping. When he crashes after drinking too much, he snores. When he’s asleep but not deep enough to rest, he mumbles—sometimes giggles, too, which is really unsettling if you’re not expecting it. And when he’s dreaming, good or bad, he hums.

They’ve been doing this—whatever this is—for long enough that Steve can tell when Eddie is having a good dream and when he’s having a bad dream. (It’s not weird, he counters to the tiny, horrible Robin voice that lives in his head.) The bad dream hums are low, dredged up from the base of his chest. The good dream hums are high, slipping out from behind his teeth. Steve can’t read music but he took chorus in middle school and he’s hung around Robin while she learned a new piece for band so he’s got an idea of how the note…thingy works. If Eddie’s dream sounds were a song, the good dreams would be at the top of the bar, and the bad dreams would be at the bottom.

Except now, as the movie nears its end, the song changes.

At some point Eddie’s legs had curled up beneath him, his face buried in the join between Steve’s shoulder and neck. Steve can’t hear as much as feel the noises vibrating against his skin. He feels the thrum of bad rising into good, then dipping into something in the middle and holding there. They’re stuck at the center of the stanza (Stanza! That’s what it’s called!) and Steve doesn’t know where to go from here.

“Eddie?”

The arm Eddie is leaning on has gone a little numb, so Steve uses the other to sweep aside the curtain of hair drawn across the side of Eddie’s face, his fingertips grazing his cheekbone. Eddie’s lips part. A new sound, a different sound escapes him. He pushes in close enough for those pink plush lips to press against Steve’s collarbone. Heat curves around the back of Steve’s ears.

“H~eeey.”

He doesn’t want to wake him if this is a good dream. Eddie’s an open book. Eddie’s told him he’s been sleeping like dogshit, that the night terrors have been particularly horrible this week. It’s a joke, a little. The two of them share weird hours. They create bits about how bad things are, how awful they feel about their relationships with people they love, how awful they feel about themselves. It’s fun, until it isn’t. Steve’s seen Eddie’s whole personality swallowed by the wet sand of sorrow. He’s seen him sink into himself and surface with something else, something bright and exuberant and loud and false. If Eddie feels good Steve doesn’t want to ruin it. But if Eddie feels bad—

“Hey.” Steve hooks his palm to rest beneath the ridge of Eddie’s jaw, his thumb pressed into his dimple. “Eddie. Wake up.” Eddie’s eyebrows cinch, a sigh gliding across Steve’s knuckles. His eyelashes flutter, dark and spidery, his lids hanging low over hazy eyes. He blinks, owlish, then tilts up to meet Steve’s gaze with a slow, dreamy smile. “Hi,” he whispers. “Hi,” Steve chuckles in reply.

“W…” Eddie’s mouth works like its full of sunflower seeds; deliberate, purposeful. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Why’dju stop?”

“Stop…what?” He glances to the muted blue static of the screen. “The movie’s over, bud.”

Eddie blinks again, slower. He’s so sweet like this, soft and syrupy, so when he breathes a laugh Steve can’t help but mirror it. “Oh,” Eddie exhales, then leans forward and kisses him.

The hum of Eddie’s dreams are now against Steve’s lips. Those lovely little middle sounds are now inside Steve’s mouth. He swallows them, feels them knife down his throat, wedge between his ribs, twist into the open valves of his heart. He pulls back.

Eddie giggles again. Pouts. “You stopped again.”

“Oh, honey,” The endearment wrenches out of him, involuntary. He smoothes the worry lines out of Eddie’s forehead. “You’re tired, huh?” Eddie makes a non-committal noise. “Okay.” Steve sets his feet and secures his arms behind Eddie’s back. “Okay,” he groans as he lifts him, spins him towards the stairs. “Okay. Time for bed.” Eddie’s still in a half-conscious limbo as Steve navigates him upstairs, mouthing indelicately at any piece of Steve’s skin he can find. It’s untenable, and Steve’s not proud at how he launches Eddie in the direction of his bed, sprints to the en suite to splash cold water on his face before helping him undress. “Take it,” Eddie murmurs when Steve unbuttons his jeans, and Steve needs to sit in the center of the floor for a moment before proceeding. “That’s not what this is.” “Wantchu t’aveit.” Steve shoves him into a pair of flannel pajama pants and stuffs him beneath the sheets. Eddie curves onto himself like a mollusk, and Steve sinks at his hip, brushing his bangs away from his closed eyes. Steve feels himself split down the middle: One part already downstairs; one part already nestled in the contours of Eddie’s body.

“Go back to sleep,” Steve says, and moves to stand. Eddie’s hand closes around his wrist. “Stay?” His eyes flit open, brief, earnest, pleading. “Please, stay.” And, well. They’re going to talk about it tomorrow. They’re going to talk about the movie they didn’t watch, and the moment they half-shared, and the reason its so hard to sleep apart yet so easy to sleep together. Not now. Now Steve shrugs into shorts and a t-shirt, slides in beside Eddie. Now, when Eddie’s limbs tangle around his own, he tugs him closer, lets something deep within himself settle. “Stay?” Eddie asks again. “Go to sleep, honey.”

And he does. And they do.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Drarry microfic - by yourlocalbadgerscales on tumblr/E. J. G ~ Dance

Harry sat in his seat at the theatre, feeling uncomfortable as ever. But whenever he squirmed, even the slightest, his teacher would look up from her seat next to him and lock eyes, lips pressed together in a silent don’t you dare make a single noise or you’ll be in big trouble, boy.

Harry sighed softly, looking over at the stage. Any time now the whole show thingy would start, and the faster it did the faster it would end and he could leave along all his classmates. He couldn’t at all understand why everyone in his grade was forced to go watch people dancing at the theatre, they had never done that before, but here he was. His classmates whispered to each other and giggled every now and then, but no one looked over at him. Not once. How much he might hate it, Harry was a lonely ten year old, and he couldn’t see himself ever making friends in the future. He sighed again. He was destined to being lonely, he had to face it.

Now, now something was happening on stage. Harry straightened his back and stared as the lights turned on, and kids his age and older entered the stage. They all seemed to know exactly what to do and where to go, as they split up in pairs. Harry was disappointed at first. Kids his age? Wasn’t this supposed to be a dance to take seriously?

He quickly learnt that this, in fact, was a dance to take very seriously. Harry could barely breathe as the music began playing, and only seconds into the performance his knuckles whitened as his hands balled into fists in his lap. Harry leaned forward, not being able to take his eyes off of what he was seeing.

Harry wasn’t educated in different types of dances or different genres of music, but he didn’t need to know much more than what he was seeing and hearing and feeling in the moment. The music was quiet but so loud, and the dancers moved slowly, softly, gracefully. Two boys in particular caught Harry’s attention very quickly. They were dancing together, their backs to the rest of the pairs on the dance floor. Every pair followed the same choreography, but these boys were the only two boys on stage, dancing together. Could you do that? Harry tilted his head and watched with interest.

Both boys were his age. One of them was a brunette, his hair curly and put up in some kind of small ponytail. He was smiling softly the whole time while he danced. Harry felt a tug in the pit of his stomach at the sight of him.

The other boy was staring directly into the brunette boy’s eyes, his mouth in a thin line but his eyes smiling, glittering in the stage lights. There was something mischievous about his expression. Harry forgot to breathe for a moment, and quickly, all his attention was on this boy. He was blond, his hair kept neat and tidy, so unlike Harry’s own. His eyes, still focused on his dance partner, were dark, but when the light hit right they glowed silvery.

Harry was still not breathing. He leaned forward, in a desperate attempt to come closer to the boy on stage. The brunette seemed to enjoy the dance with his whole being, and so did the blond, but there was a difference. Harry couldn’t really pinpoint what exactly, but there was something. He kept his eyes on the blond, saw the way he hastily tilted his head to force one strand of hair out of his eyes. Then he smiled quickly at his dance partner, looking nervous as he bit his lower lip and took the brunette’s hands. They started dancing even faster, facing each other. The odd feeling in Harry’s stomach grew stronger and turned into something else. Stop the dance, he thought, growing more and more frustrated by the second. They can’t touch like that. He knew boys couldn’t touch like that. That’s what Aunt Petunia always told him.

So why were those two boys looking at each other like that, holding hands lighter than the other dancers in stage, trembling like that as they spinned around and took swift steps over the stage… it was hypnotising to watch… Harry furrowed his eyebrows. Why was the brunette so close to the blond, why, why, why? Why wasn’t Harry a dancer? Why wouldn’t Aunt Petunia let him have hobbies, oh God, why didn’t she? He’d do anything to be on that stage right now, and he couldn’t figure out exactly why.

I’d be in the brunettes place, he reasoned to himself. I don’t know why, but I would. Maybe I could dance like him. Be as graceful as him.

Catch the interest of another boy like him.

Maybe that’s how friends were supposed to be? Close, nervous around each other? But it seemed wrong. Why wouldn’t Aunt Petunia let him be close to boys like that then? Why would she tell him off for looking at boys for too long? He only wanted to make friends. That couldn’t be the reason she stopped him, right? Harry was so confused.

And so… so curious of the blond boy, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.

[snow--berry]

Random Headcanons #3

Characters: John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley

John Price

•Has fought with Ghost over what tea is best.

•Favors Gaz and Ghost and he thinks he's slick but EVERYONE knows.

•Has bunny slippers just because I said so.

•Started getting grey-hairs early because of a few certain people. *cough cough* Soap and Gaz *cough cough*

•He knows Laswell's wife.

•Watches old movies and when people tell him that the movie he's watching is like 20 years old he almost dies.

•Best dad!

•Waits until New Years Eve to throw away the Christmas tree.

•Almost impossible to out-drink.

•Doesn't understand what a peepaw is and why Gaz, Soap and Roach are calling him one.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

•He'd wear make up and a frilly dress if you asked him to.

•He'd get matching dresses with Soap.

•Listens to loud music at night and thinks no one knows but everyone does.

•Low-key intimidated by König. Just like most people.

•I feel like he'd also go by he/they.

•I feel like pink, purple and green would all be good colors on him.

•Him and Soap totally kiss, we all know it. Ghost is not happy.

•Laswell is his unofficial mom.

•He can't choose between cats and dogs.

•One of the most confident and mentally healthy people in this place.

John "Soap" MacTavish

•Stares at Ghost's ass on a regular basis. Sorry not sorry.

•Sings Scottish songs in the shower and has no shame about it.

•Also has a big and loving family.

•Would totally wear a dress or a skirt and no one is surprised.

•Easier drunk than you'd think. And really silly when drunk. And loud.

•But he's just so lovable!

•His accent also gets really thick when he's drunk so like 90% of the time no one even knows what he's saying. Just something about Ghost. And that's about all we know.

•Skilled artist. Just check out his canon diary/journal!

•Cat person. He devoted three pages in his diary to how much he hates dogs.

•He IS the dog. Just look at him!

•ADHD

•Pain in everyone's ass without his meds because he's gone in half a second and no one knows where he went.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

•Blonde hair. Light brown eyes. I have a hair cut in mind too but Idk how to describe it.

•Stares.

•Autistic

•Sensory issues big time, especially when it comes to touching things or being touched.

•He knows Roach is in the vents but isn't bothered enough to stop him.

•He also isn't bothered enough to explain Price what a peepaw is.

•He randomly picks people up. Like Roach can be doing the most random shit and Ghost will just pick him up because he's had enough.

•He's also picked up Soap and Gaz.

•He wants to throw Graves like how you skip rocks at a lake.

•Pls don't put them next to eachother. One of them will die and it's not Ghost.

•I actually don't care for Graves I just don't want Ghost to get in trouble for killing Shephard's pet chihuahua lap dog thingy.

[octuscle]

Hey there, Support for this Chronivac thingy? I have no idea what this is but my flatmate keeps talking about it on the phone with his bandmates , saying weird stuff like needing a new drummer and using it on me or smth? Him and I don't get along? Ive had to work hard doing medicine and he just rode on this music scolarship and gets to laze around and hook up and be a buff menace with his friends (lucky bastards).....They're this mean punk metal thingy and i can barely stand them being so loud and stuff practicing after the gym, whatever they're planning can't be good. Looking it up only led me here.....Any advice?

I am unsure now… There is a Chronivac account with a transformation going on…. Licensee is you. And the licence is also paid for with your credit card. It all looks fine to me…

During the lunch break in the canteen of the university hospital you catch yourself drumming with the cutlery on the edge of the table. Must be some song by your flatmates' band. Cool beat. Gets into your blood. And it's catchy… You don't usually listen to music while you study, but you search YouTube for videos of the band. Yeah, you're jealous. It just looks like a lot of fun. More fun than you're having in the library. And more fun than you'll have in the lectures. Fuck, maybe you should just skip pathology class today. And meet up with your flatmate and his band at the outdoor gym on the sports campus.

Shit, the band members are all well trained. Not a gram of fat on their wiry, muscular bodies. And they're all having fun. Of course they have a boombox with them on which they play their own songs. You have to admit, a great motivation for training. You haven't worked out like this in a long time. And yet you feel fitter than ever after the training. Fuck, you really neglected your body, that felt really good!

Normally you would go home now, tidy up, study a bit. But the boys have a gig at a big club. Wouldn't you like to come along? You feel a bit uncomfortable. The guys are all wearing leather jeans and black tank tops with band logos on them. Apart from your sports shorts, you only have the white jeans and the white polo shirt from the hospital. You are also sweaty from training. You shouldn't worry. Everyone at the concert is sweaty. And when it really gets going, you'll be partying bare-chested like everyone else there anyway. Okay, it's one night. Tomorrow, Friday, there's not much going on at the university anyway. And you're only young once. So let's get into the hustle and bustle.

You party wildly and exuberantly with your friends. Where your tank top has gone, the devil knows. All this time it was still tucked into your leopard print jeans. But at some point during the pogo you lost it. You pull your wallet with the heavy chain out of your trousers and get beer for the boys with the last of your money. You have already drunk a few today. You've had just as many as a beer shower. Your hair is soaking wet from beer and sweat. But the evening is amazing! The main act of the evening is announced to the cheers of the masses. Your buddies push their way towards the stage. You ask where they want to go, they pull you along. As if in a trance, you let yourself be wired up. And then you take your beloved sticks and set the beat for the highlight of the evening.

The tour starts next week. If it goes badly, you have to make up a semester. If it goes well, the university will never see you again!

[danganronpa96]

Hi Lenn! According to you, who would each DR69 and DR96 character listen to (musically speaking)? Who would be their favourite artist/favourite song? (just a silly question to distract me from chapter 4) (you guys need to pay my therapy/j)

Btw, thanks a lot, both to you and Rexx, for everything you do for the fic! I love your writing and also the amazing art!🫠❤️ We’ll patiently wait for chapter 5, but I’m sure it will be FANTASTIC, as always🥹 love ya🫶🏻

It’s funny how I received two similar music asks in a row, but because this one is actually a different question on the topic, I can answer this one separately!

However, since even the last music post had me in agony (/j), I don’t think I’m going to go through every single character’s individual favourite song and artist, and moreso just their music taste (especially since some characters would canonically listen to music from cultures or genres I don’t listen to or know much about myself).

DR96

Hayasaka - most people would say classical, but my big brain (/lh) has bestowed the headcanon ever: vocaloid. I think it would be funny if this man had a secret love for the music, walking to work listening to the most depressing or cutesy song known to Earth. His favourite producer would probably be wowaka (rip) or 40mp.

Kurumada - that kind of grunge, heavy beat, but sort of depressing music? Not trap per say, but like r&b and rap. Or whatever is playing at the gym at the time, sometimes a song will get added to his workout playlist if it sounds good enough.

Mai - she’s that kind of pop girl, but also likes some more sombre songs here and there. Definitely indulges in songs with playful and or sensual lyrics.

Walter - (this is where my disclosure starts to show) Like classic, 50-80s songs. Jazz and blues, or something he can sing along to on the radio.

Jesse - hip-hop, trap, some heavy metal, rock, techno and house music. Anything with a stanky-ass beat (/lh) and Jesse will probably listen to it.

Saiki - I’ve given him the headcanon that he listens to hyperpop, speedcore and breakcore. I got the idea from another tumblr post that said he’d use loud, scratchy music to try and block out the thoughts of other people. It’s implied that’s what he was listening to during chapter 3 as well!

Kaidou - what we all listened to when we were 13 and wanted to be edgy. Also fandom songs (I know this isn’t nationally accurate unless there are hardcore jp fandom song fans lol), and video game OSTs that make him feel powerful.

Retsuko - heavy metal, obviously. But, I think she also likes pop and idol music, considering her history with that, hehe

Natsuki - vocaloid hardcore to the max (some favourite producers be like deco*27 and syudou). Also J-pop/idol music (and some video game OSTs).

Yuri - now I think she would like some classical music, considering her whole elegant aesthetic. I think she’d personally like piano and violin arrangements though, since they are relaxing to listen to while reading. I think she would be convinced to listen to some J-pop after Natsuki begs encourages her.

Hiroshi - he would be a classical guy too, but he would also enjoy some video game OSTs (since he’s kind of a certified gamer if you consider the novels and that chibi anime thingy).

Brian - anything past 1996 would be periodically inaccurate, but I feel like he’s the type of guy who’d try to listen to anything if someone recommended it to him. I think he’d enjoy new-age, or something relaxing on par with the vibes of his game’s OST (synth… rock? I’m not a genres expert).

Bojack - it’s either something really depressing or really sexual and there is just that scale and nothing else

Latte - canonically, folk and symphony since I think that’s the sort of music Parfaedia has. Although, she’d also listen to jazz and dance (she that type of teacher to play music in class all the students try to grin and bare because no one listens to it anymore /lh)

L - whatever music is scientifically proven to enhance focus. Classical? Some jazz? I feel like L likes to work in silence, but with music on the bare occasion.

Ena - something that we would not be able to comprehend if we heard it. Lyrics that sound like 14 different languages all mashed up together. Instruments that shouldn’t exist. Voices that shouldn’t exist. The same song that runs for 4 minutes on the first play, 15 seconds on the second, and 2 hours on the third. Or just webcore/weirdcore instrumental music lmao

DR69

Luigi - calm jazz and swing, I also think he be into acoustic arrangements.

Mario - I think he’d listen to energetic music to get himself pumped up. But also enjoys the folk music of the mushroom kingdom.

Peter - I would say 50-90s songs, ranging from classic hits to goofy ass songs (like the Rock Lobster bit)

Brian - I think he’s into ska, jazz, and blues. Also very pretentious with his music taste lol

Miku - Pop, dance, techno and electronica are her mains, but she can dabble into any genre. Likes to support and listen to her other fellow voice synth’s music.

Teto - rock, but also some dance/pop. Secretly enjoys listening to Miku’s songs (as long as she’s not around)

Nagito - nicher artists of alt and synth. I don’t think he’d be into mainstream music. Also depressing lyrics are his go-to lol

Sans - ironically, the stankiest beat you’ve ever heard and penis music (rubber band). Unironically, some smooth tunes akin to Nastablook’s music taste.

Parappa - rap, hip-hop, r&b and dance. Could unironically make a great rap over the instrumentals of ‘A Pimp Named Slickback’.

Fluttershy - Equestria folk music, acapella and that musical-type genre they have in the show’s music.

Ayano - whatever her Senpai is listening to. So, I would assume the latest trending J-pop mostly.

Ashley - rock and alt. Emo type beat. Mainly female vocals. One or two heavy metal songs. Any other warioware cast member will die upon listening to any of it lol

2D - his favourite band is canonically The Human League, so other new wave and synth-pop stuff too.

Mr. Krabs - sea shanties, unironically. He probably sang a lot of them while on the navy.

Dedede - (I have no Kirby lore but I must scream) I feel like he’d play classical music in his castle to give off those regal king vibes. But he’d also enjoy energetic music like his boss battle themes.

The Conductor - western and western movie soundtracks. Also some smooth jazz and soul. I like to think he likes the sounds of the piano the most, from the ‘heart to heart’ OST

Also, TYSM for the lovely words!! I’m so happy to hear how much you’ve enjoyed the fic so far! 😭❤️

[evil-feather]

Uhm Perekoo wip that I made like idk 5 years ago?? Uhm I originally wrote this with an OC of mine (because at this point I didn't know Isabel yet...or she hadn't even existed? Idk), so if some things are out of character huh🤷🏼‍♀️ and also keep in mind that this was written by a 16 year old Fay so the phrasing might be... questionable

Szenario:

Okay so I know it sounds pretty weird and it’s probably something that the Ymbrynes would never do that because it would be too dangerous to bring their kids all to the same place and leave their loop for one day plus every Ymbryne has to rest her loop at different times during one day but anyways.

What if the Ymbrynes would do some kind of “festival” every 50 years to mourn the dead but also celebrate the new Ymbrynes who finished their education.

All Ymbrynes are coming and they are taking their kids with them. It’s a day of celebration and making new friends with people from other loops.

Miss Aideen Noa Redkite is my own character. I did a character sheet thingy for her here on Tumblr ages ago but for now, the only information that you need is the obvious one, that she is an Ymbryne.

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When they arrived, the room was filled with loud talking and laughter. Music was playing softly in the background.

Right before entering the big hall, Miss Peregrine turned to her children with a stern expression.

“Before we go in, I expect from all of you to behave and be polite. I don’t want any complaints later; did I make myself clear?”

Everyone nodded quickly because they didn’t want to wait any longer. It was their first Ymbryne festival after all and they were very nervous and excited to see it.

“Good, then you can go and have fun,” she said and stepped out of the way.

Alma looked after them when they entered the hall and began to disappear in the crowd of other children and Ymbrynes.

She already felt bad for letting them out of her sign in a room that was mostly filled with strangers and she had to remind herself that there were so many Ymbrynes around and no potential danger.

A female voice pulled her out of her thoughts:

“So are you ready?”

She hadn't even noticed that while all of her kids had flocked inside, Isabel was still hadn't left her side.

But the older woman didn't really wait for an answer and just walked past her to enter the big hall. When she looked back at her Alma nodded slowly and followed her.

It seems that the majority had already arrived but however she couldn’t spot Miss Wren nor Miss Redkite.

She followed Isabel who had started to go through the crowd while she was always looking back to Alma, to make sure that she could follow her.

Isabel stopped when they reached a small table on the other side of the hall.

“Is it okay here? I thought it isn’t completely in the centre of everyone’s attention, but you can still see the stage. I mean if you want to go somewhere else then we can go there too, if you even want my company. I can also leave you alone if you want some space…,” Miss Cuckoo began to stutter, something that was rather untypical for her.

“Izzy,” Miss Peregrine interrupted her, and she looked up to meet Alma’s eyes. To her relief, Alma was smiling at her.

“It is a good place, thank you. Oh, and I quite enjoy your company and you should know that by now."

That made the other woman smile too.

“Okay, good. Do you want something to drink or anything else?” she asked.

Alma looked at her, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Well, I doubt that they have tea here.”

Isabel shrugged and disappeared in the crowd again, leaving Alma to stand at the table alone.

Alma sighed, looking at the place where the older woman just stood some seconds ago.

Something was different with her, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't been at the festival since she was a little kid but on the other hand, it hadn’t bothered her much to be at the festival back then so why should it now?

Her thoughts drifted away so that she didn’t notice an excited redhead who was making her way to the table. She was smiling brightly as the red curls framing her face jumped up and down with every step.

“Heyyy!”the said redhead exclaimed, when she had reached Miss Peregrine.

“Good evening Aideen,” she replied but she seemed to be somewhere in her thoughts.

“Are you alright?” Miss Redkite asked. The excitement that had been in her eyes some seconds ago had turned into worry.

It was when Alma finally looked up and wanted to answer her question when a third woman arrived at the table. Alma's face lit up a bit when she saw the older women and the other ymbrynes eyes seemed to glisten as well.

“Alma, Aideen it is wonderful to see you two here,” the older woman greeted them.

“I’m glad to see you here too, Esmerelda,” Miss Peregrine greeted her, and Miss Redkite nodded in agreement.

“I do hope that you two and your children will have a nice evening today. It is your first Ymbryne festival for years after all.”

“I’m sure it will be lovely, yes,” Aideen replied, and Miss Peregrine was happy that she didn’t have to answer the question.

She had never been a big fan of parties and festivals, but she didn’t want to ruin the fun for the others either.

“Oh, I see Isabel is here too!” Miss Avocet said and smiled into the direction of the silver haired Ymbryne. She was just coming back with two cups in her hands.

“Esmerelda, how lovely to finally see you again!”Isabel smiled, putting the cups down on the table.

“Well then, I’ll leave you three alone again. I just wanted to come and greet you,” Miss Avocet said and with these words, she left to greet the Ymbryne that just arrived.

“Yeah well, I think I will leave you too...and get something to drink,” Aideen said and waved shortly, “see you two around.”

Miss Cuckoo looked after them, then her confused gaze wandered to Alma.

“Uhm…did everyone just leave because of me or?” Alma just raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

“Maybe they are jealous that they didn’t get something to drink.”

Isabel rolled her eyes.

“Sure, that’s going to be it...oh, and by the way they did have tea!”she said and held one of the cups out to Alma.

“Really?” she said, surprised,” thank you!”

For a moment they stood there in silence sipping their drinks but only until a little boy caught their attention.

He was standing maybe 5 meters away from them and looked curious up to them until Isabel waved him.

“Hey, don’t worry, we don’t bite,” she laughed slightly because the boy seemed a little scared now that he got caught staring.

But the Ymbrynes words somehow seemed to calm him down and slowly he took some steps forward to their table.

“I know who you are,” the little boy finally said while pointing at Miss Peregrine.

The raven-haired woman raised an eyebrow and tried not to instruct him that polite people did not point at others.

“Yes?” she simply answered.

“Yeah! You are Miss Peregrine, right? Known to be the youngest Ymbryne?” the boy said excitedly.

“I guess that is me, yes,” she then replied after a short while, ”and may I know your name?”

“My name is Ian Franklin.”

“Delighted to meet you,” Alma said and shook his small hand.

The boy's gaze wandered to the other Ymbryne who had stood there without saying a word.

But Ian didn’t bother to ask for for name because his curious mind has already switched to the next topic.

“Are you two married?” he asked, looking from Miss Cuckoo to Miss Peregrine.

Isabel's smile dropped and Alma's eyes widened.

“No, no we are just old friends”, the younger woman managed to get out, clearly uncomfortable with the question.

But Ian didn’t seem to notice because he just shrugged.

“Okayy, well you two seem like you are.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint,” Isabel said with a slightly forced smile.

She didn’t quite know if she should be happy about the assumption of the boy or embarrassed, but what she knew is that this situation got very awkward and she just hoped that this wouldn’t mean that the conversations between Alma and her were about to be this awkward the whole evening.

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Uhm yeah, have this I guess?😂😭 I will never finish this but huh🤷🏼‍♀️

It just heavily reminded me of the last story that you posted @peculiar-lesbian :)

[horsetailcurlers2]

do you have any outlaw queen headcanons? (robin lives au)

yes for sure! i’ve admittedly been on my swan queen vibe for a while (so i might be a little rusty at this lol) but i am nothing if not a multi shipper and this is perfect timing bc i have been thinking about OQ lately.

-in my perfect “robin lives” AU, the zelena-is-marian arc never happened lol but for narrative purposes let’s say zelena just had a redemption arc, robin was not killed, and everyone is safe and happy and storybrooke is settled and peaceful with no magical antagonists.

-robin and roland move into regina’s house eventually and it is…. quite the adjustment. he has spent at least a decade living in the woods and sleeping on the ground for one thing. and unlike everyone that came over during the first curse, he very much does not have 30 years of built in knowledge about modern technology. he is absolutely hopeless with it all. it took regina two months to teach him how to use the coffee maker. he only knows how to put on his two favorite channels in the tv (do NOT ask him to put on netflix or even put in a dvd). and he flat out REFUSES to use the microwave. regina finds this all to be some combination of exasperating and adorable. henry just finds it absolutely hilarious.

-as robin settles in and gets more comfortable in storybrooke, he discovers the things he likes about our realm. he loves the music. naturally, robin really likes classic dad bands. like the avett brothers and stuff. he’s always asking regina to help him play their music on his “magic song thingy” (an mp3 player). he also loves the nature channel (sorry if that’s a little on the nose haha). i also think he’d have a fascination with reruns of old family sitcoms.

-he makes her more social. not in a forced way, i just mean that he makes her feel a lot more comfortable going to public social gatherings. it’s a lot easier for her to be around all her former subjects when robin is there with her. and he’s kind of a social butterfly so she lowkey loves seeing him in his element. a lot of her discomfort also comes from thinking that nobody actually wants her there or that they all still hate her so he definitely helps assure her that she is wanted and he encourages her to spend more time around people so she can see for herself.

-sharing her space is very difficult for regina at first. she’s always been a very solitary person (aside from her relationship with henry which is a completely different thing) and every time she’s had to share space so intimately, it’s usually been because it was forced upon her. so she is very grumpy and irritated when he first moves in because he keeps leaving things out of place or because he snores in his sleep or “breathes too loud”. eventually they work it out and she learns how to live alongside another person and she learns to make space for robin while still keeping some for herself.

-he LOVES post it notes. he thinks they are the handiest modern convenience after indoor plumbing and electricity. he leaves an excessive amount of notes for her all around the house- on her vanity mirror, on the refrigerator, on the dashboard of her car. sometimes it’s practical reminders (they’re out of bread, he will be working late, he’s handling dinner that night) but usually it’s just something very sappy about how beautiful she is or what a good day he wants her to have. it’s ridiculous and cheesy and cliche but she can’t help smiling every time.

-the charmings host a lot of the big family gatherings at their farmhouse, but regina’s house is also a hot spot for family dinners (see my regina headcanons about how she secretly loves hosting). they have monthly family game nights at mifflin street but regina has actually been banned from playing. she is confined to being the score keeper or the game master because she gets WAY too intense and it kind of ruins it for everybody else.

-somebody with as much trauma as regina is bound to have some nightmares. the first time they share a bed for not so scandalous reasons, he is so startled and freaked out by her nightmares that he falls off the bed and onto the floor. they aren’t bad all of the time, and a lot of nights she doesn’t even have them. but when they’re bad, they’re pretty bad. once he catches on to what’s going on, he’s exceptionally good at helping sooth them.

-roland LOVES living with regina and henry. he thinks having a big brother is so cool and he is obsessed with “helping” regina in the kitchen. he also really loves the “magic moving pictures” on the tv. at first, it’s an adjustment for him because he misses sleeping in a tent with his papa’s merry men, but he still visits camp very often. regina also puts some of those glow in the dark plastic stars on his ceiling and he LOVES them bc it feels like he’s still sleeping under the “outside ceiling” as he calls it.

-robin’s main love language is gift giving. it seems a little contradictory with the whole “robin hood” thing but it is not materialistic at all. it’s just in the sense that he is thoughtful and perceptive and he likes giving things to the people he loves that show how deeply he knows them. it’s very novel to regina, who has never really received a gift from anybody except for daniel (and henry of course). she mentioned her favorite novel once offhand, and he bought her a beautiful first edition for christmas months later. it’s also the little things: her favorite flowers when he comes home one weekday evening, her favorite candy when he swings by the grocery store, stopping into her office to surprise her with a coffee the exact way she orders it. she’s never had somebody who is just so clearly always thinking about her and prioritizing her in such a way.

-i go back and forth on whether or not they would ever get married (mostly because regina has so much trauma around marriage and they are already in love and living as a family anyway). ultimately though, i think that they would. the idea isn’t so scary to her when it comes to robin (plus at this point she’s had quite a bit of therapy) and it’s what she’s always wanted- to be married to the person she really loves and to have a peaceful simple life surrounded by people who love her.

[royallygray]

Royal remember when we would send asks to each other with a bunch of questions? Well I'm doing that again now. As always, no pressure and feel free to just answer a few instead of all of them :D

Do you keep plants? And do they actually live or do they just die?

What's your favorite instrument?

Something you wanna do this summer?

Do you have a bucket list? And if you do, what's the thing you wanna do the most on it?

What songs always make you feel better?

What type of art do you enjoy making the most? (Drawing, knitting, writing, etc)

One of the best things you've ever bought?

What year of your life was your favorite, and why?

What color is your room painted? And what color do you want it to be painted, if you'd want to change it.

Are you really silly (really silly)?

Did you know that you have a pretty singing voice and I love listening to the stuff you make? And that it makes me really happy that you get really happy from me saying that?

Do you have a favorite scent, and if you do what is it?

My noise is so itchy right now. I hate having allergies to outside and dust lol. Do you have allergies too?

What's your favorite meal with chicken?

What's a weird collection you have/had?

What's your favorite sea creature?

Okay that's all for now!! Feel free to send these same ones or different ones back to me lol. I'm getting fishies todayyyy am very happy. Also I just gave my Grandma's dog Hermione a bath, so I now smell like wet dog. But it's okay. She had SO MUCH fur that needed to get off. She was shedding so much.

I keep trying to figure out somewhere to work around me thats not loud but. do you know how impossible that is. it's so bad. Like. Sensory issues suck

But it's okay

Because I'll be okay

I just want money cause I want a crested gecko lmao

But they're so cuteeeee!!!!

Okay this is me actually leaving (probably)

Bye Starsightttttttt

- Mysterious <3

OOOH QUESTIONS

[do I keep plants] Not really, but I keep flowers that people give me/are trinkets at fairs or smth. I have a dead one on my desk from a fair thingy that I totally need to throw away, and I have one in the freezer that was a gift from a fellow cast member of a play I was in. The one in the freezer still looks intact.

[what's my favorite instrument] Mysterious how am I supposed to answer this :( I play clarinet. I have an oboe that I'm trying to learn this summer, but I haven't been doing that a lot lol.

I have a list of instruments I want/want to learn. I used to play violin but I don't anymore bc we returned the violin and I would like to pick it up again. I'd also like to learn viola because it looks cool but apparently they have an entire different fucking clef?? called an alto clef??? like wtf why would they do that to me

I'd also like to learn saxophone. Either soprano, alto, or tenor, idrc. But it's a cool instrument. Id also like to play bass clarinet because it is literally the same as normal clarinet just Big. it's in the treble clef and everything. It's just Big clarinet. I would love to learn guitar. it seems like such an important piece for like background music on tracks and just. I wanna learn it. and its the most common thing that people use for chords. I have a piano that I fuck around with, but I don't know how to use chords and shit but I know how to play the shit out of the melody.

I also need to learn to read the bass clef. I played flute in 4th grade and I'd kind of like to play it again

that's a lot of words about instruments lol😅 idk what my favorite one is but I hope that was enough info to make up for it

OMG WAIT. KAZOO.

Also my dad wants me to learn piccolo. which is actually interesting

[smth I wanna do this summer] um. idk. well I wanna try to learn oboe, as said. OMG ALSO

So I have the goal of transcripting the life series and I wanna do that :] I'm failing so far but ITS ALRIGHT YKNOW I GOT TIME also I need to clear out my storage bc I have too much shit on my phone and 2 ipads (I don't have a laptop :()

[do I have a bucket list, and what's on it] uhhh not rly but I wanna meet you irl someday. also prolly go to Europe. Maybe also either Taiwan or China so I can improve my Chinese a lot. also I do wanna have a first kiss because like I'm intrigued. what does it feel like. OOH also I wanna write a full fledged story or smth. and a story in Mandarin Chinese. because like. you'd think I'd be fluent enough after ten fucking years but NOOOOO

also last night apparently I had a dream where an author (maybe Brandon fuckin Sanderson?? idk) wrote The Rescue Princesses and also was mentioned in the Aru Shah books like. what the fuck was that dream. it was weird ASF (I just saw the Aru Shah books on my shelf and I was Confused)

[what songs always make me feel better] okay okay okay. So. If William Gold wasn't a fucking piece of shit, Warsaw, Your Sister was Right, For Memories, Concrete, You'll Understand When You're Older. Not necessarily make me feel better, but like. resonate somewhere deep within my soul. As it is, I feel like throwing up when I hear his voice. Genuinely, acoustic Sex Sells came on a few days ago and I was like "oh nice it's a good song I can totally listen to it right" and then he started singing and then I like. couldn't it was so bad.

Someone to You by Banners. Just. it's so. sjqieowhads

Also In My Dreams by Precious Jewel Amor is really good

Honestly Get Used to It by Ricky Montgomery. like one of my favorite songs. also I'm aware that most of these aren't rly happy--

STARLIGHT BY TAYLOR SWIFT. IT IS. A BOP.

[what art do I enjoy making the most] I like to crochet :) i also like drawing. one of my favorite mediums is oil pastels lol. But my favorite has to be crocheting bc I use it as a stim and also like. it makes warm things :D I tried to make a sweater and if you scroll to the second post I ever made on this blog I think you can find it lol. I'll continue it some day. ooh but I do also kind of enjoy writing. but I need to have the like brain flowing. which I almost never have. so my answer is still crocheting :D

[one of the best things I've ever bought] Tied between my Techno plushie ($40) and life series hoodie ($55). mcyt hyperfixation made me broke o7 but it was totally worth the money

[what year of my life was my favorite and why] damn idk. I don't rly have a favorite, but it's more. this happened. idk.

Probably 2021, if I had to say. It was 3rd Life, Among Us, me finding dsmp, just a ton of things and I started figuring more out about myself. pretty decent year. but this year (2023-2024) was also pretty good. I made a lot of friends

[what color is my room painted, and what would I like to change it to] okay. so. like AGES ago we were gonna paint my room. and we painted two walls. we got light blue on the east and marshmallow white on the west. the other walls (North and south) are painted VERY VERY light pink so light it is white. since that's the color my sister had. we were gonna paint the other window wall (north) blue and the non-window wall white (south) but it never happened. so now I have mismatched walls.

The blue is rly nice, but if I moved, I think I'd paint three walls light lavender, and one the marshmallow white.

purple is god tier

[am I really silly (really silly)] yes. sometimes. like inside my soul yes outside my soul not rly

[did you know

EDIT: I PRESSED SAVE DRAFT BUT APPARENTLY I PRESSED THE BUTTON TWICE AND ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT SORRY LOVE ILL ANSWER THE REST LATER

[innytoes]

AU headcanon thingy: Reggie, the king of playground weddings for Reggie/Everyone

-His first playground wedding wasn't even on a playground, but on the docks of the lake at Camp Palmyrawolf, a co-ed summer camp his parents send him to. The pretty girl has sparkling eyes and a loud laugh and he thinks she's the coolest thing since Star Wars. He gives her a ring-pop and she gives him a ring made out of braided dandelions.

-By the time he gets back from camp his parents are divorced and his mom tells him she's taking him to LA. All his stuff is already packed.

-Luckily, he's not the only new kid to start school that year. He and Luke become fast friends, and they get married by the slide. Their other best friend, Alex, is the priest, since he's the only one who's ever been to a real wedding before.

-Only Luke's already married to Bobby and Alex says you're not allowed to be married to two people and his parents say divorce is a sin. And Luke sees the way that makes Reggie's lip wobble so he says that Alex' parents are stupid and he kind of pauses and thinks about it and says: Yeah probably.

-Luke and Bobby get a playground divorce by the big tree. It's much nicer than Reggie's parents' divorce, and they have a divorce party instead. Except now Bobby is a little sad, so Reggie says he'll marry him and not divorce Luke. It's okay, he's seen it on TV. It's called sister wives.

-Alex points out that none of them are wives and Luke says he can be a wife if he wants to be and Bobby falls over giggling and chokes out BROTHERHUSBANDS and they all laugh so hard they have to wait until next recess to marry Bobby and Reggie, since Alex keeps choking up laughing before he can pronounce them brotherhusbands.

-Reggie marries Alex two weeks later. He had to wait until he could make an appropriate ring, because Alex thinks doing things Properly is important. It's made out of paper and it took forever to make gold with the old gel pen he found.

-They meet Julie in music class a few years later. Julie is like the best person ever ("for a girl" Bobby says and Luke punches his arm). They're all allowed over to her house for a play date, which turns into a music date, because Julie's mom has a big piano and all sorts of instruments. She teaches Luke some chords on the guitar while he and Julie play a duet on the piano, and Alex and Bobby waltz.

-That year, Luke gets a guitar for his birthday, and Alex gets a drum set for Christmas , and Reggie gives all his saved up pocket money and birthday money and Christmas money from MeeMaw and Pops to his Mom and asks if that's enough for the shiny red bass guitar he's seen at the thrift store. (It's not, but she gives him an advance on his allowance and haggles with the guy behind the counter until he can buy it anyway.)

-They hang out at the Molina house a lot after that, pretending to be a band, and then deciding they are a band, because they say so. Reggie gets to stay over for dinner when his mom works late, and it's just the best thing ever.

-One day he sighs and says he wishes he could be a Molina too. He loves his mom and all, but she's almost never around and when she is, she's tired and often cranky.

-Bobby is the one who rolls his eyes and is like: why don't you just marry her then? Bobby's always been the jealous one.

-They're too old for playground wedding at twelve, really, but the way Bobby says it, he turns up his nose and says: "Okay, I will". And he grabs an empty doritos bag and cuts and folds until he has a shiny ring, and dramatically proposes to Julie, who laughs and says yes just to annoy Bobby.

-Carlos is their priest of course.

-"Finally," Luke sighs. "We have a sister wife."

Julie is very confused and then very amused when they explain. She presses a kiss to Reggie's cheek and says she's okay with sharing him, as long as he does his spousal duties.

-He's not sure what spousal duties are, so he asks Alex, whispering a little too loud.

"I think she means taking out the trash," Alex whispers back. "That's what my dad does."

"And do the dishes," Julie said curtly. "My papi always does the dishes. And you have to say 'Honey I'm home!' when you get home."

"I can do that," Reggie agrees.

-Things are great, and their band gets better the better they actually get at playing music, and playing together. They still don't have a name, but there's no rush. Julie and her mom write a song for them, and Luke is so fascinated by it he asks if he can try. They kind of lose Luke and Julie for like two weeks that summer because they're so busy writing together, until Reggie tearfully reminds them that spousal duties also means sharing, and he misses them.

-Nobody is really surprised when he and Luke and Julie start dating for real. Nobody who matters has a problem with it, except Bobby, but that is quickly rectified when Reggie kisses Bobby on the lips and says a Brotherhusband is a brotherhusband.

-Three weeks later Alex shyly asks if that includes him too, and that's how he comes out. It's a little messy after that, because Alex does not want to date Julie, and Julie decides that's okay, and Luke and Alex try but they really really hate it, and Bobby's only ever been interested in dating Reggie even though he and Luke practice making out a LOT for two people who refuse to admit they're dating.

Everything gets really complicated until Julie's best friend Flynn makes a little chart with colour-coded lines. Reggie kind of wants to kiss her. So he asks. And she adds her name to the chart and draws a line between them in the colour for Dating.

-Flynn is like: I don't get playgroundmarried until at least the seventh date.

-Their seventh date is very romantic and then after dinner they take a walk and SURPRISE THERE'S ALL THEIR FRIENDS AT A LOCAL PLAYGROUND and Reggie gets down on one knee with a sour gummy worm ring like WILL YOU PLAYGROUND MARRY ME and they do.

-They're all happy together, and then Flynn brings over her new friend from the GSA club. And Willie is really cool but something about him is so familiar.

-And then one day Bobby says something dry and sarcastic and he laughs so loud and something in Reggie's head goes ping.

-He's smooth about it though and waits until he can talk to Willie one-on-one. And carefully asks him if he ever went to Camp Palmyrawolf.

-And Willie goes very still and it looks very wrong for someone who is usually so wriggly and Reggie is like: it's cool, I just... I think I gave you a ringpop once?

-And Willie asks him to please not tell anyone, and Reggie asks all hurt: "About our marriage?"

-And Willie just stares at him for a good long while until Reggie goes "OOOOOH wait no I won't tell anyone about that, you come out on your own time, but... it's you right? You taught me how to do a cartwheel and draw that weird S thing."

-And Willie nods and smiles and Reggie grabs his hand and pulls him back to the group and proudly announces he found his first, long-lost husband.

-And Willie is a little confused when everyone starts chanting 'brotherhusband' but also it's like really gender-confirming so he'll go with it.

-Reggie also whispers to Flynn that the way Alex and Willie keep looking at each other, she's gonna have to update the chart soon.

-Alex and Willie's playground wedding is at the same time as his and Willie's playground vow renewal (and promise to try this dating thing) and he couldn't be happier.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary135

1/27-28/2024

saturday - sunday

the move will go crazyyy tomorrow.

today was already sort of crazy i guess. before i get to that just some sundry things, the problem song is really close to working i think, i just need to change the bass, that's rreally it and i think i have an idea for what to do, so i'm gonna do that. while ableton loads, what else, oh yeah, i really need to make 1 minute and like 15 seconds of music for the trailer still, for that movie. deadline coming, hopefully tomorrow we'll be moved in basically, and maybe i can just do it then and there. it'll be weird sleeping in a new place. honestly kind of scared.

the new place is bigger, but it's also made worse than the place we're staying. i think whoever got this building now believes people here pay too little and is kicking everyone out to do renovations and to then raise rent or something. this building is so solidly made, you can't really hear anyone through the walls, but there is no one to really hear anymore i guess. the sink in the kitchen is so nice, the space is kind of perfect to me idk, the new place has stuff that just seems like it could fall apart on us, like the a.c. unit is this window thingy i think. it's probably okay. it's really not as big an issue to me as like, the sink, the bathroom is tiny and has no medicine cabinet, but whatever i have a place to live. i'll also have to navigate to my job from there, if they really do call me back/add me to the roster or whatever, and stuff. i filled everything out for onboarding, probably next week i'd guess.

my gf's mom showed up today, and helped us move, her brother came too and he's so injured generally that he did nothing but stand around and smoke and unpack some stuff. he wasn't useless but he kind of wasn't super helpful. next time he might be more helpful i guess because he'll just be driving so we can load more junk. i value all our stuff but it also does feel kind of like junk right now. like, it frustrates me i guess, i wish it could be instant, instead of car rides with her mom who is falling off the wagon again because my gf's brother got dumped and is going to live with her again. i am somewhat certain their relationship is going to get so destructive again that he is going to come crash at our place for a while.

he made her yell at him, or really all of us, or just everyone in her life vaguely, not even in the car, today. he was so unhappy about moving back, he was masking it decently, but he said about the new place and my apparent disappointment (because i am allowed to not be happy about moving because it was never our choice, her mother seems to think different, she's almost offended that i don't like the place a ton (it's just not the place i've lived in for like 2-ish years now)), that things could be worse, and he started talking about his mom's house, and having lived there, it is pretty bad and gross, she went on a rant about how no one does anything, more than a rant, accusatory and loud, vague as well, no one helped her, she's given up, she does all she can, don't fucking talk about this, don't fucking talk to me, etc. it was unpleasant and it at least wasn't directed straight at me or my gf so it didn't spike anxiety in that way but the language generally reads as her being on the outs with everyone in her life. her husband is talking about quitting his job, taking her to florida. currently, all of her family has distant thoughts of florida, her brother's plan is to go there too, with his friend who is offering to take him there. i don't know if that will materialize, and i don't think her mom's husband will quit and go to florida. but maybe. to keep her to himself, even though he's cheated multiple times and whatever.

my gf says i worry about her family too much but it seems acceptable when they're in her life so much and act destructively and irresponsibly, her stepfather is a gambler, alcoholic, cheater, whatever. he threatened to call the cops on me once, her brother is insane and has groped me and attacked his mother and done plenty else, her mother has terrorized my gf for most of her life and the periods of her being kind to her are the rare bright spots in their relationship. they are also the only 'family' i regularly see because my stepdad is so covid paranoid and my mom is so depressed and trapped with my stepdad that she just does not really want to hang out or anything and i don't blame her but it's miserable. there's not a lot to text about. she doesn't even know how i am, these days, as in, being an androgyne or whatever, i have not come out or whatever it is i'm supposed to do re: my identity/failure to have one. her family doesn't care and as far as they are concerned i guess i'm just a weird boy to them. lately that has been kind of bothering me but there's no way to correct it, at least with her mother, she wouldn't understand.

thinking about it now, i even miss my stepdad. there's a lot of frustrating stuff about him, he is basically very bad to my mom in that he's controlling/paranoid, when i lived there, during covid, he basically (i feel like) took financial advantage of me and used guilting tacticvs to get me to give him basically all of my unemployment money, which i could have done something with, like saved in some way, idk, that was a huge amount of money i feel like even now he stole, i was only able to escape because of my tax return. he's taken advantage of my mom and i many times but he is also not entirely evil. i know he's why i basically am so attuned to/worried by ways my gf's mom behaves, with howe she yells at people about them 'not helping' even if they haven't, it's something nested inside about a kind of entitlement to others and stuff, and being a better person than everyone else, that is really venomous, it's in my stepdad too, but i just wish i guess we talked or something. he raised me, whether or not i like it. i am also worried about him 'accepting me' or whatever. my mom i think would but i guess she might be upset i'm partially a daughter now. or that i always was a kind of daughter. but idk how to make sense of that entirely. how does one even come out . it feels like the biggest block in my relationship to her, i can't say, oh i went to the club and did x, it feels like a level of hiding is there becuz there is a hiding there.

i know my dad, my real dad, would disown me, but maybe he has, idk, i have not spoken to him in a long time, over a year now. he is still a crypto obsessed libertarian reactionary who hates the liberal communists grooming american children, i think.

he used to just think about aliens a lot.

a lot of the people you have no choice to be around in life kind of round out to being a little horrifying. everyone is horrifying.

anyway, tomorrow we're going to try and move a lot of furniture. i'm not really excited for taking apart the bedframe. that was so awful to put together it made me wanna die.

the song is getting closer, i think what i need to do is roll off some high transients or something on the bass tomorrow, or up to the mids even, idk. it's hard but basically i can't have it interacting with the guitars in an ugly and weird way.

anyway i need to sleep now, it's 1 am. so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!

[geometropolis]

grt3D episode 2: search party

the light dawned quietly on geometropolis, its presence only known to those awake to see its light. kite was one such shape, staring out of the window of her team’s cabin. she was quite lost in thought, ruminating over her team’s loss in the previous challenge.

i could’ve done more for my team, she pondered. i got too cocky with that attack of mine. and when rhombus hit me with that... weird... limb-removing ray? what was that? anyway... when they used that weird thing on me, and my limbs were gone, i got easily hit with the power of two and wasn’t able to do anything helpful the rest of the time…

kite turned back to see her teammates, who were still sound asleep. they were off in dreamland somewhere; hopefully, wherever that was, it was more pleasant than their cabin – it really was the bare necessities. there was little room and few luxuries, but kite didn’t mind. she was too busy thinking to care.

i just hope that none of us get out. someone from our team or helvetica is leaving today. even though i don’t know my teammates too well, i’m sure i’ll miss them. and anyway... what even happens to us when we’re eliminated?

kite glanced out the window again, and heard a subtle staticky noise, as well as... was that whispering? from afar. origin was roaming around, almost hesitantly. kite couldn’t really make out what he was whispering to himself, but she didn’t have much time to think about it - soon enough, a large flash emanated from him... and he was gone. kite briefly considered this in bemusement, but soon relapsed into her quiet contemplation.

…

“are you sure? they might find it annoying... especially this early...”

“OH WELL!”

“...so i should?”

“DO YOU WANT TO WRITE THEM ALL PERSONALIZED INVITATIONS TO GET UP, TWINKLE-SPRINKLE?”

origin was first rather surprised by möbius’ new nickname for him, but then considered the idea. “can i?”

“JUST DO IT.”

“yes, sir...”

origin’s speech subsided, as a large speaker appeared in his center. after a moment, terribly loud elevator music started playing from it.

“goody goodness!” circle exclaimed, having fallen off of his bed. “what in math is that?”

triangle groaned, glancing at him from her bed. “i’d be able to answer your question if i could actually hear you.” she got off and looked around. “ugh, it’s that big golden thingy again. come on, roundy.”

she started to leave and beckoned to her teammates. rectangle filed out after her and frowned. “don’t call him ‘roundy’... that isn’t nice...”

“you don’t mind, do ya?” triangle asked her yellow friend.

“nope!” he replied. “i quite like it, actually. it’s funny.”

“see?” triangle patted rectangle. “don’t fret, tango. hey...you don’t mind me calling you that, do you?”

square chuckled from behind and pushed the three out of the doorway. “come on, möbius probably wants to start things for the day. let’s not dillydally... or whatever.”

soon enough, a cavalcade of polygons (among others) arranged themselves in the field, looking in anticipation at origin and möbius strip. the former was still blasting elevator music.

“can you stop?” octagon called to him. no reply came.

origin edged a tad closer to möbius strip. “hey... moby... can i stop the noise now?”

“MOBY?” if a möbius strip could look incredulous, he sure could pull it off. “MOBY??”

origin edged back. “sorry, um, you just called me ‘twinkle-sprinkle’ earlier and i-“

“WHAT IS IT?”

“oh, can i stop the noise now?”

“YOU DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, PALLY!”

and the noise stopped. silence filled the field.

“so... um... we gonna... do something??” star queried after a moment, rather loudly.

“shhh!” heart pulled his arm.

“YEAH, LOL,” möbius replied, deadpan. “I’M GONNA PUNT ONE OF YOU SUCKERS TO KINGDOM COME.”

the members of yim yum and helvetica looked at their respective teammates morosely. all but pentagon, who likely isn’t capable of looking morose, and heptagon, who was struggling to shield his excitement.

“would you mind telling us where exactly kingdom come is?” oval asked, scratching his head nervously.

a möbius strip obviously doesn’t have eyes, and yet one can certainly give the impression of staring into your soul. möbius proceeded to do so, before retreating and sweetly saying, “YOU’LL BE GOING TO THE PARADOX!”

heptagon’s expression changed into one of distress. he thought they’d be going home.

“oh, okay, thanks,” oval replied to möbius strip, even though he had no clue what the paradox was.

“NO, I MEANT IT.” möbius insisted. ���YOU, OVAL, SPECIFICALLY, WILL BE GOING TO THE PARADOX. RIGHT NOW.”

oval stepped back in shock. “what? oh?” he frowned and looked at his teammates. “gosh, i have to leave so soon...” he looked back at möbius. “is there any particular reason why i’m eliminated? a vote, or–”

“BUH-BYE!”

with that, oval started floating towards the buzzing origin - and his limbs suddenly disappeared as he stuck to him with a zhloop.

“golly....” oval looked at rest of the shapes in the field. “well, folks, it’s been nice working with you! i hope you all have a wonderful ti–”

and with a flash and a bang, origin and oval were gone.

heptagon bit his lip and furrowed his brow.

kite sighed, before approaching her remaining teammates. “hey guys... i suppose we didn’t do too well last time... if we work harder, i know we can–”

“we didn’t do well?” parallelogram raised an eyebrow. “sorry to be so harsh, but i think there’s one person here who needs to ‘work harder’.”

he squinted and stared at heptagon, who was now lying down again.

“come on, parry, give him a break–”

“he’s had enough of a break as it is.”

“...well, you can manage to cut him some slack, can’t you? come on, let’s not fight over this.”

“yeah, um, please don’t fight over this actually,” rhombus called to their cousin. “möbius is kinda waiting for you.”

kite gasped. “oh! oh i’m so sorry! please go on with whatever you were gonna say, möbius strip...”

“SHE KNOWS NOT TO CALL ME ‘MOBY’,” möbius muttered to himself, rather loudly. “AAAANYWAY, IT’S CHALLENGE TIME! TODAY’S CHALLENGE WILL BE A SCAVENGER HUNT.”

“ooh! sounds fun!” pentagon smiled.

octagon sighed. “but fewer rules than last time... alas.”

a pause. “IF YOU DON’T MIND,” möbius cleared his theoretical throat. “EACH TEAM WILL GET A LIST OF ITEMS TO FIND AND A CAMERA. AS YOU FIND EACH ITEM ON THE LIST, TAKE A PHOTO OF IT WITH YOUR CAMERA. ONCE YOU’VE FOUND EVERYTHING, COME TO TWINKLE AND SHOW HIM YOUR PHOTOS. THE LAST TEAM TO FINISH THE SCAVENGER HUNT WILL BE UP FOR ELIMINATION.”

heart and star sighed in relief in unison. “finally something less confusing!” they both said. “jinx!” they both said again, and chuckled. 

droplet raised her hand.

“YES, MORTAL?” möbius addressed her politely.

“well... twinkle isn’t back yet, and we don’t have the lists or cameras yet either...”

“OH, HE’LL BE BACK. I’LL BE SURE OF IT.”

“um, what about the lists... or cameras...?”

and as she said each, möbius dropped them in the hands of a member of each team.

“BEGIN, I GUESS,” möbius muttered.

“nice! what a cool camera,” trapezoid chuckled to himself, admiring its specs (which weren’t actually very good, mind you).

“yikes! this is one bizarre list,” rectangle blinked incredulously at the paper that just manifested in his hand, given its contents. it ran like so:

MÖBIUS’ MARVELOUS MANIACAL MEGA... SCAVENGER HUNT THINGY (NOTE TO SELF: ASK TWINKY-DINK FOR MORE COOL WORDS STARTING WITH M)

1 - SOMETHING BIG AND GREEN

2 - SOMETHING PUFFY

3 - SOMETHING THAT MAKES THE SOUND ‘WFFFFFFFFTH’

4 - X

5 - SOMETHING THAT SMELLS BLUE

7 - A LONG DISTANCE

8 - MY WILL TO LIVE

9 - WHAT CURSIVE SOUNDS LIKE

10 - WHEN I ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION

11 - ITEM NUMBER SIX

square peered over his shoulder at the list. “... i can’t read this.”

“the first one says ‘something big and green’.”

rectangle’s brother nudged him smugly. “i wonder what that could be.”

rectangle blinked, and paused to think a moment. “...i’m green.”

meanwhile, hexagon was sitting down, plucking at her ukulele (which origin had been so kind to bring her from home, upon her request).

“could you please stop, hexagon?” octagon groaned. “i’m trying to find out how to make pentagon big.” she continued pacing around, chewing thoughtfully on her pacifier.

“mommy says i’ll be big when i’m older,” pentagon noted, stomping at the ground rather violently. “but i don’t want to be bigger. when you’re small, you can crawl into the walls more easily.”

trapezoid sighed. “well anyway, octagon, i don’t see how making pentagon bigger would help. she isn’t green green, she’s chartreuse.”

“chartreuse is technically still green, dummy,” octagon yelled. “and this is the only lead i’ve got, so shut it.”

hexagon turned around. “wait a sec, octy?”

“don’t call me octy.”

“octagon, could you grab pentagon’s right hand? i have an idea.”

octagon shook her head.

“please?”

“why?”

“pretty please?”

octagon grumbled and dramatically swung her arm around to grab pentagon’s hand, sneering. in doing so, she accidentally knocked into rhombus. “watch it!” she snapped, frowning at them.

rhombus wordlessly knocked into their limb remote, which, releasing a beam of light, removed droplet’s limbs. droplet had been sleeping, and the beam awoke her.

“huh… hey, heart! heart! i know what’s puffy!” she exclaimed after coming to her senses.

heart rushed over, rather out of breath. “really? thank goodness...”

“dreams! aren’t they so puffy and light?”

“yeah! but i don’t think we can take pictures of dreams, sorry… hey, where’s the camera anyway?”

“oops. storage full...” star tossed the camera over his head between his hands. “oopsie doopsie doop...”

“star, you know what i told you...” heart took the camera from his friend, and sighed once he began browsing through the photos. “we need this camera for the challenge, not for taking pictures of you... you might be awfully photogenic – i m-mean, heh, you might awfully want to take pictures of yourself right now, but we need this camera if we don’t want to be up for elimination.”

droplet glanced over at the two and blinked.

“oh, it’s fine,” star patted heart and smiled. “we won immunity last time, didn’t we? why can’t it happen again?”

“well, if we don’t look for anything–”

“shshh – you’re worrying too much. you should come relax with me.”

heart sighed and walked over to rhombus, looking forlornly at the list of items to find.

at the same time, kite was busy thinking – not like that’s anything out of the ordinary.

“i’d imagine cursive would sound like... very flowery, perhaps even slightly pretentious, language. i mean, i guess you could write anything in cursive, even crude things, but generally speaking...”

parallelogram toyed with the camera. “what difference would it make? you can’t take a picture of fancy talk.”

“...can’t you record a video on that?” kite asked, motioning to the camera.

“this thing? i think these cost a digit a piece.”

“yeah, it looks pretty cheap, huh. but oh well, we’ll make do... won’t we, heptagon?”

heptagon barely glanced at her in response.

“if you have any suggestions for any of the items on the list, don’t be afraid to tell us.”

he rolled his eyes. “sure thing.”

parallelogram groaned. “well then, if we can’t actually record what cursive sounds like, what now?”

kite thought for a second. “could we take a picture of actual cursive? i mean, if we can’t record anything, i guess cursive itself would represent its sound, right?”

“i guess so. d’you have a pencil?”

kite checked their nonexistent pockets momentarily. “sorry, nope.”

parallelogram tutted. “what now? i can’t write in cursive without a pencil... do you have a pen?”

“nope.”

“crayon?”

“would it suffice to say that i have no writing implements of any sort?”

“yes, even if the very fact would annoy me to no end… what now?”

the two sat there thinking together.

“okay!” hexagon exclaimed. “now trapezoid, grab pentagon’s left hand, ‘kay?”

trapezoid did just that.

“okay,” hexagon continued. “if i’m remembering correctly, if a shape is pulled at from both sides, they’ll dilate for as long as the force is being applied. pentagon, are you okay with a little tug? it shouldn’t hurt.”

pentagon grinned. “yes please!”

trapezoid looked at her with concern. 

“okey doke,” hexagon started, pulling out the camera and kneeling down. “now… pull!”

octagon and trapezoid pulled pentagon in two directions at once – causing her to grow in size!

“woah!” pentagon gasped. 

“perfect!” hexagon exclaimed after a moment of pulling. “stay right where you are.” then she snapped the shutter and grinned. 

octagon approached to look at the photo, causing pentagon to snap back to her original, tiny size. as she handed the camera to octagon, hexagon picked up her ukulele again and strummed in satisfaction.

“this is...” octagon started. “actually really clever of you! wow!”

hexagon strummed again, even more satisfied now, smiling right up against octagon. “thanks! that’s especially flattering, coming from you!”

“oh, sh-shut up,” octagon looked away before hexagon could see her facial expression.

“...can i come back now?” trapezoid called, still holding pentagon’s hand. “did it work?”

“yeah! come see!” hexagon waved at the two of them.

trapezoid and pentagon joined octagon and pentagon and, upon seeing the result of hexagon’s idea, trapezoid patted pentagon on the head with pride. “good job, kiddo!” he said with a smile.

“okay, whatever, so hexagon’s plan worked,” octagon muttered. “let’s just get on with things. what’s next?”

“be polite, missy. and next is ‘something puffy’.”

“okay, ‘smelling blue’ is totally beyond me. whoever wrote these needs help!” triangle tried for the millionth time to rip the list in half, given its infuriating absurdity. however, rectangle snatched it from her again.

“they sure do. möbius lost all of these things and needs us to find them! that must be terrible, losing so many things at once...”

“well, they certainly lost number 6,” square scoffed. “cuz that’s nowhere to be found.”

circle grabbed the list and squinted. “could they hide it somewhere? is it really small or written in invisible ink or something?”

“well, a long distance shouldn’t be too hard to find,” triangle pointed out. “or rather make.”

“how?” 

triangle abruptly grabbed rectangle, causing him to yelp.

“woah, dude!” square flared up. “what in math are you doing?”

“i’m gonna throw tango really far! to make a long distance between him and us.”

“you’re gonna do what?” rectangle cried. 

“no way am i letting you throw my brother,” square said. “if you have to throw anyone, throw me.”

“or you could just throw me,” circle suggested. “i wouldn’t mind.”

“why are you so worried about getting immunity?” rhombus asked heart, absentmindedly returning droplet’s limbs.

“we don’t know what the paradox is. i don’t want to have to find out.”

droplet, now able to stand up, stood up. she turned and glanced at star, who was busy doing nothing. “i think this would be faster if we could get star to help us!”

heart chuckled sheepishly. “yeah... but star said he wants to relax, so it’s up to us to win the challenge.”

“can you relax with me?” star called. “it’s so boring without you.”

“sorry, star! i can’t right now!”

“ugh... fine...”

heart turned back to his other teammates. “okay, so, anyway, what could ‘x’ mean?”

“you’ve known star since you two were young, correct?” rhombus asked.

“hm? yes...” heart jumped back, rather surprised. “but wait! i n-never told you that.. how do you know?”

rhombus shrugged. “i can’t see why else you two would be so close. you have nothing in common.”

heart bit his lip. “...he’s a fun guy! star’s a nice person who likes people to be happy. i enjoy his company.”

“...i see. also ‘x’ implies a variable, an unknown, which makes your question about what it is kind of redundant.”

parallelogram started aiming the camera to be thrown at heptagon’s resting face.

“don’t!” kite exclaimed. “come on, let’s think.”

“i mean, huh...... hey, wait a sec!”

“what is it?”

“can’t we just take a picture of the words ‘what cursive sounds like’ on the list?”

“what? how? why?”

“i mean, ‘what cursive sounds like’ is indeed ‘what cursive sounds like’, right?”

“...yeah?”

“so we could hand in ‘what cursive sounds like’ for ‘what cursive sounds like’ and technically be correct.”

“yeah... yeah! yeah wait actually you are so right!” in her excitement, kite leaned over and hugged parallelogram.

“i-i am?”

kite retreated shyly. “y-yeah, you are... and wait, couldn’t that technically apply to all of them then?”

“‘something big and green’, ‘something puffy’, ‘something that makes the sound “wffffffffth”’.... yeah, it checks out!”

“not really,” a monotone voice interrupted.

“what? heptagon?” kite turned around.

“it can’t work for the last one, as item number six doesn’t exist.”

“what do you mean?” parallelogram turned to face him as well. “‘item number six’ is the same as ‘item number six’, right?”

“sure, but ‘item number six’ can’t be the same as anything if it never existed to begin with.”

“but... then...” kite bit her lip. “then our plan wouldn’t work for a number of them... nothing actually smells blue, and cursive doesn’t sound like anything, right? and i suppose if somebody were really down in the dumps, their will to live might not exist either...”

“‘my will to live’??” heart slumped, exasperated. “i don’t want to be psychoanalyzed right now! i didn’t sign up for this!”

rhombus paused, swiftly putting away their comically large clipboard. “...you didn’t?”

“we’re gonna be up for elimination, i just know it... we’ve only found two things... i’m so sorry, you two...”

“hey, it’s okay!” droplet patted him on the shoulder. “i don’t think anyone else is finished. betcha they’re just as confuzzled as we are.”

“i doubt that’s possible...”

rhombus blinked at him momentarily. “i think you do need to relax.”

“you ready?” triangle asked.

“i’m not ready, i’m roundy!” circle giggled as triangle held him up.

“yeah, okay.” and without another word triangle sent him flying south. “can one of you two take a picture?” she asked rectangle and square.

“well, we’d have to take it in such a way that shows the long distance,” rectangle noted, “so both you and circle have to be in frame.”

“what does that mean?”

“well, either i walk back really far so the camera captures both of you, or circle moves closer.”

“why should he move closer when i took an entire second to throw him?”

“fair… then i guess i just have to move back myself.”

triangle suddenly grabbed him again. “it’d be easier if i just threw you back instead.” and she did.

“okay folks, we’re down to number 5...” trapezoid eyed the bizarre list. “now, does anyone know what blue smells like?”

“is it supposed to smell like something?” hexagon was tuning her uke.

“hmm...” pentagon popped out of a bush. “would blue paint technically smell like blue?”

“i don’t think each color of paint has a distinct smell... it’d probably just smell like paint,” hexagon pointed out. “unless the different colors of paint do smell different?”

“it might depend on the brand of paint,” trapezoid suggested.

“it doesn’t matter either way!” octagon thumped her foot. “we don’t have any paint!”

“we certainly won’t have any paint with that attitude, octagon,” trapezoid chided.

hexagon sat and thought for a second. “do any of you have paint at home?”

octagon blinked at her confusedly. “y-yeah, but how does that help anything?”

“well,” hexagon stroked her ukulele. “i had my uke at home, and when i asked origin politely to get it for me, he did.”

octagon’s eyes widened. “who? oh yeah! twinkle, that infernal thing! you’re right!”

pentagon looked around, and spotted origin to the northwest. “and good for us, origin finally came back. möbius was right.”

“hey ory!” hexagon waved to him from where she stood. “could you come over here please?”

origin moved over to helvetica swiftly. “is there anything i could do for you?” he asked quietly, happily.

“whoa, i didn’t know it could talk,” octagon muttered.

trapezoid chuckled sheepishly. “hey bud, i think you need to ask origin yourself. the paint is at your house, after all,” he whispered to her.

“fine, okay,” octagon conceded. “twinkle, get me my paints from home.”

origin didn’t reply, but somehow appeared uncomfortable.

octagon grumbled as hexagon nudged her. “ugh. could you pretty please get my paints from home, origin? i would really appreciate it.” she glared at hexagon after this. “this better work,” she whispered behind clenched teeth.

“oh, sure, if you’d like!” origin replied. “thank you for asking so politely.”

and with that he flew off.

“we don’t even know if blue paint smells blue...” octagon sighed.

möbius strip watched the teams from far up north. in the corner of his vision he could see origin flying by, and groaned as he left the field.

“FOR THE LOVE OF GEOMETRY!” möbius cried. “I JUST GOT THAT DWEEB BACK HERE, AND HE’S ALREADY LEAVING! THIS CHALLENGE IS TAKING LONG ENOUGH AS IT IS! UGGGGGGH!!!”

heart glared concernedly at möbius from where he stood. “that guy is terribly loud.”

he looked back at the list and started to pace. “come on, heart, come on! this isn’t like the play in 3rd grade, no, this is something you can actually do... right?”

“hey, heart?” a voice called from the right of him. heart turned around to see rhombus sitting down by star and droplet.

“y-yeah?”

“i’ve looked over every possibility. some of those are literally impossible.”

“möbius strip wouldn’t do that to us, would he?” droplet asked them. “that wouldn’t be very nice...”

“oh, he totally would. anyway,” they turned back to heart. “we’ve tried really hard to find the things on that list, but we can’t. you really should take it easy.”

“but– we’ll–” heart stammered.

“chill out, bromide,” star shrugged. “even if, cuz of you, we win immunity this round, you’d be so darned tired for the next one you wouldn’t even be able to participate!”

heart did realize the truth in his best friend’s words, but still wasn’t comforted. “but if we don’t win immunity this round, i might not be there to even see it… i’ll be in some prime-forsaken place…”

“come here, buddy,” star got up and grabbed heart’s hand, before dragging him down to relax with the other two. “settle down.”

upon laying down, heart’s eyes started to close, and he chuckled momentarily. “dreams really are puffy, aren’t they...?” and then his eyelids became heavy…

“there goes our entire plan...” parallelogram grunted. “thanks a lot...”

heptagon blinked curiously at him, then shrugged and lay down again.

“oh, come now parry. we should thank him for contributing.” kite turned to heptagon. “you’re really smart, you know... you would’ve been a big help last challenge.”

heptagon didn’t reply.

“hm. well,” kite picked up the list again. “then i guess we can’t finish this at all, can we?”

“huh?” parallelogram moved up next to her.

“i mean, if we can’t submit the pictures of the questions for these because they don’t exist, then we can’t submit any pictures for them... cuz they don’t exist.”

“oh shoot... oh shoot, you’re right! dodeca-dang it!”

“what’re we gonna do now? i don’t think we can complete the challenge...”

“well...” parallelogram looked around for a moment. “then i doubt anyone else can, either. i think we’re good for now.”

“we should just wait? till when? i don’t think the challenge ends until 3 teams submit their photos...”

“oh well. i’d be happier relaxing here than doing another challenge.”

“really? i thought you liked it here after all.”

“sure, but not for the challenges.”

kite smiled but decided not to push the obvious question. she turned to heptagon. “are you happy we can relax instead of doing another challenge?”

he simply furrowed his brow.

“i mean, you didn’t seem too keen on competing last time, so i’d imagine you don’t like the challenges.”

heptagon simply shrugged again.

“TRIANGLE!” square yelled, glaring at her for throwing his brother. “WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT FOR?”

“hey, i was just trying to make this quick!” she replied. “your brother isn’t as soft as you think he is. he’s fine.”

“well, you don’t know my brother that well…” square grumbled as he left to find rectangle. triangle followed.

rectangle had hit a tree while holding the camera, causing it to break in half.

“rectangle!” square exclaimed with concern. “are you okay??”

“yeah,” rectangle looked back at square, rubbing his head. “but the camera isn’t…”

“oh my prime!” triangle cried. “tango, what have you done?” she picked up the pieces of the broken camera, frustrated.

“it wasn’t his fault, triangle,” square seethed. “it was yours.”

“um…” rectangle furrowed his brow. “let’s just find circle, okay?”

“TWINKLE! FINALLY!” möbius yelled, startling the large golden shape as he came into view. “come over here, we have a challenge to wrap up.”

“oh– but–” origin stuttered. “i have something to deliver to octagon.”

“deliver? you’re no mailman. did i ever give you permission to do that?”

“sorry, no... can i just... can i just give these to her?”

“i’ll be taking those. what are they? paints?”

“yeah... and they’re also octagon’s...”

“well they’re mine now. once we finish the challenge put them away for me. OKAY,” he was talking much louder now, as if announcing. “WHOEVER’S DONE COME TO TWINKLE TO GET YOUR PHOTOS EVALUATED. REMEMBER, LAST TEAM FINISHED IS UP FOR ELIMINATION!”

he waited several minutes, and not one team approached his co-host.

“WHAT IN MATH IS TAKING THEM SO LONG?” möbius strip groaned. “i’m so bored! and i have things to do...”

origin sighed. “could i... see the list of things they need to find?”

“knock yourself out,” möbius threw one to him, somehow. “...hey wait, i never got you to check it over after i wrote it!”

“...when did you write it?”

“earlier this morning.”

“...i was in the paradox this morning....”

“oopsie.”

origin read over the list, and almost flashed into the paradox in surprise. “n-no wonder nobody’s finished...”

“WHAT IS IT?”

“‘when i asked for your opinion’? forgive my impertinence, sir, but half of these either don’t exist, or at least don’t exist tangibly...”

“WELL, WHEN DID I ASK FOR YOUR OPINION ON MY LIST, HUH?”

origin regarded his boss incredulously, but didn’t give the obvious answer. instead, he simply sighed and asked, “could we please end the challenge early? i don’t think this one was very fair...”

“OOH, AND WE PUT EVERYONE UP FOR ELIMINATION, BECAUSE NONE OF THEM FINISHED?” möbius cackled maniacally. “SOUNDS DEVIOUS! I MIGHT ACTUALLY BE STARTING TO LIKE YOU.”

“uh, n-no, i meant none of them would be... i mean, if th-that’s okay with you, of course.”

möbius regarded him incredulously and groaned. “UGH, YOU’RE SUCH A GOODY-TWO-SHOES. BUT FINE, TWINNY, IF YOU INSIST.”

“...i don’t insist, but yeah, thanks...”

and after a moment, the speaker appeared on origin again. möbius could easily be heard as it was, but he liked being a bit dramatic sometimes. as he announced the following, it was broadcasted through origin’s speaker…

“THIS CHALLENGE IS OVER. ALL OF YOU WIN IMMUNITY. BYE.”

and with that, möbius strip took the paints himself and departed, leaving 15 confused contestants and one awfully embarrassed origin.

“y-yeah...” he apologetically and very shyly addressed them. “s-sorry about all this... we decided that it was... that it was... impossible... to c-complete the challenge...” origin’s voice trailed off. he stayed in place for a few awkward moments.

“what a rip-off!” octagon yelled at him. and with that, origin immediately flashed away to the paradox.

heart woke up abruptly from the sudden noise. “...did we... did we lose...?”

rhombus turned and looked at him. “none of us did.”

“thank the primes!” and heart fell back asleep with a sigh of relief.

…

“hello, um, sorry about this.”

“no, it’s fine. you don’t need to apologize.”

“i should’ve explained to you what was going to happen. where you were about to go.”

“it’s okay, it’s okay…” oval assured him. “but now that i’m here, it’d be nice if i got an explanation.”

“oh, yeah, sure!” origin said. “welcome to the paradox... don’t really know why it’s called that, to be honest. it’s basically just a graph world.”

“ah, okay.”

“it goes on forever and ever... and all there is is this big ol’ grid. nothing more, nothing less.”

“hey twinkle – sorry, origin,” oval piped up after a moment, “could i have my limbs back?”

“oh, sorry, it doesn’t work like that here.”

“oh?”

“yeah, you can’t have limbs in the paradox.”

“bummer.”

“yeah... the paradox is like... the most basic version of our world. no limbs, no faces, just shapes.”

“...ah... so... what will i do here?”

“...proofs.”

“proofs?”

“you’ll be given proofs to solve while you’re here. you have to prove a certain shape is what it says it is. for example, um… prove that you’re an oval!”

“how am i supposed to do that?”

“i don’t know. i guess that’s what you’ll end up learning here.”

“well… i think i’m an oval… no, i know i’m an oval. so therefore, i’m an oval.”

origin chuckled. “guess you cracked the code… but yeah, you’ll be doing proofs. that’s what möbius strip wants eliminated contestants to do, anyway.”

“hm... do i have to, though?”

“i guess not... i don’t really care. and it’s not like möbius can come here and tell me what to do anyway. you can do whatever you want, really.”

“thanks, origin.”

origin paused for a moment. “you’re very welcome.” and then he flashed away.

[redmeansdead]

[Opens up to a photo of a boy and ten girls who are his sisters around him; all except one of them are smiling.] Lincoln: [to the viewers] "Ever wonder what it's like to grow up in a big family? Well, don't let the picture fool you! It's not all sugar and spice. Don't believe me?" [He opens the door to reveal plenty of chaos going on caused by his sisters; such as a baby playing with pots and pans, one sister reading a poem, one sister dressed up like a mummy in some white cloth substance chasing another sister wearing a pretty dress who is screaming in terror, one sister playing Football in the house, one sister angrily chasing another grinning sister through the halls, and one sister playing on a guitar.] "Welcome to...the Loud House." [Depending on which version of the pilot you see, the title may or may not show up. Lincoln closes the door and stretches a little.] "Surviving in a big family can be challenging, even the little things, like getting a turn in the bathroom. Which is why I give you..." [as he speaks, a caption with the following words shows up] "Lincoln Loud's Three P's to go Poo and Pee. You're gonna need Patience, Perseverance, and most importantly, Problem Solving. With these three steps, you'll get into the bathroom every time." [starts straining] "Which is important. Especially if you wait until the very last second to go!" [busts out comic book] "Into the breach!" [Heads out the door]

Lincoln: "Luna? A little traveling music?" Luna: "You got it, bro. One, two, three!" [starts jamming on her guitar and fulfills her brother's request.] [Lincoln begins his journey down the hallway to the bathroom.] Lucy: "Hey, Lincoln, you wanna hear my poem?" Lincoln: "I do, but I have a pressing engagement." [His funny sister Luan stops him in his tracks.] Luan: ""Lincoln! Smell my new flower!" [squirts water from flower, but Lincoln ducks just in the nick of time.] Lincoln: "Ha! Did you really think I'd fall for-" Luan: [suddenly squirts water from a flower on her left shoe into Lincoln's mouth.] "It's not easy being this good." [laughs] Lynn: "Clear the track!" [Lincoln does a spit take and gets out of the way for Lynn.] Lynn: "Comin' through!" [plays a bizarre sport involving wearing a football helmet, riding a motorbike, and hitting a tennis ball with a hockey stick; crashes into wall.] "SCORE!!!" [Lincoln tries to continue but is stopped by his little sister Lola.] Lola: "Hold it, Lincoln. Play 'Fashion Photographer' with me!" Lincoln: "I would Lola, but I really have to-" Lola: "YOU PLAY, OR I'LL TELL MOM YOU WERE READING COMICS ON THE ROOF IN YOUR UNDERWEAR AGAIN!" Lincoln: [makes an embarrassed side glance to the viewers and then starts taking photos of Lola as she poses for the camera.] "Work the camera! Uh-huh! That's it! Show me what you got!" Lily: [walking in the background] "Poo-poo!" Lincoln: "Who's a beauty queen?" [enter Lola's twin Lana carrying a pile of mud in her hands.] Lana: "Lincoln!" Lola: "Hey! I'm working here!" Lana: "Check out my mud pie! It's nice and squishy!" [squishes it and smears it all over Lola's face.] Lincoln: [with too much pressure] "Gotta go!" [continues] Lucy: [out of nowhere] "Now?" Lincoln: "Still pressing!" [leaps over his little sister Lisa who is writing a mathematical formula on the wall.] "Don't forget to carry the 1!"[she glances at him] Leni: [trying to use the vacuum cleaner] "Does anyone know how to turn on this sucky thingy?" [turns it on but also vacuums up Lincoln's shirt and pants leaving him in just his underwear now.] "Got it!" [Lincoln is almost in the bathroom, but his oldest sister Lori cuts in front of him and refuses to let him in.] Lori: "Beat it, twerp." Lincoln: [hopping around] "Come on, Lori! No fair! I was here first!" Lori: "Well, I was born first!" [shuts herself in the bathroom.] [As Lincoln has to endure the pressure even longer, Lucy walks over.] Lucy: "It looks like you have time now." [commences poem] "My love is like water. Bursting forth. Like a dam breaking. All control lost. Water rushing, churning, turning landscape to mud. Time runs out. Water. I feel the impending doom. My love" [While she recites her poem, every word from it causes Lincoln to feel even more pressure and have to go even worse than before; suddenly, Lily walks by with a full diaper and the stink nauseates Lincoln.] Lincoln: "Ugh! Could clear a room!" [gets an idea] "Could clear a room! Time to put the third P: Problem Solving into action."

[In the bathroom, Lori is applying lipstick until she hears Lincoln opening the door.] Lori: [irked] "I said I was-" [suddenly sees something horrifying and gasps.] "What are you doing with that?" [The door closes and whatever is occurring cannot be seen, but it only causes Lori to panic.] Lori: [terrified] "Lincoln, I'm warning you! Keep that thing away from me! Lincoln! LINCOLN!" [opens the door and runs out in horror.] "AAAAHHHH!!!" [Lincoln comes out wearing the vacuum's nozzle like a gas mask and Lynn's football helmet for protection; his other sisters look on in bewilderment and Lincoln reveals that he held Lily's dirty diaper by Lynn's hockey stick as a way to chase Lori out of the bathroom.] Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lola, Lana, and Lisa: [elated] "YAY!!!" Lucy: [nonchalantly] "Yay..." [A giggling Lily scurries across the hall now naked; Lincoln then tosses his literal baby sister's soiled padding into the trash.] Lincoln: [wrapping up] "Like I said, surviving in a big family can be challenging. But it's not impossible. Now, if you'll excuse me...pressing engagement!" [closes door to finally use the toilet.] "AWW, YEAH! WOO, SWEET RELIEF! WOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!!! [notices something] "Hey! We're out of toilet paper! Guys! There's no toilet paper! Someone! Can someone bring me a new roll?!" [Unfortunately for him, his sisters are causing too much of a ruckus in the hall to hear his pleas.] Lincoln: "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! ANYONE! PLEASE!!! HELP!!!" [The title card for the show and its creator, either the original design or the final version for it, pops up for the Loud House.]

this is retribution sent down to me for the crime of sending my brother as much of the bee movie script as would fit into a tumblr ask and making his blog glitchy as fuck for about a month after he answered the ask

[sosos-adventures]

Sleepertrain to Hoi An. Or close to it (50min away).

Taking a sleepertrain can be fun they said. More comfy they said. This is what you should know: there are different types of tickets you can get for the train.

Seats - really nice option for shorter trips

First class sleeper- 4 beds in one compartment.

Second class sleeper- 6 beds in one conpartment but same size as the first class. So less space to sit/sleep

We had to take second class sleeper tickets because everythingelse was sold out. As we travel day by day and dont know where we go next, we couldnt book a train in advancem usually its for the best to book a ticket 4-8 days in advance. And now the fub part. Being super tall (180cm) means there will not be much space to actually get some good sleep. The beds are peobably 180cm long vut it felt like 175. I couldnt get my legs all the way straight so they were always angled. So far not a problem :) but as we were rold to take care of our belongings it was hard to actually keeo an eye on them. Here is a picture of how much space there is for "storage":

So we had 2 options. Either take our big backpack between our legs/feet or get them on the top bed, as only 2 other people and a child were in the compartment so far. We decided to put our bags ob the top beds and luckily nobodyelse showed up during the entire ride. However other struggles happened and actually I think it was quite funny because it wouldnt be fun if there werent some storys to tell. So here the are:

1: Vietnamese way of fixing things: so far I have seen several times that many things dont really work anymore but people dont fix it. Like broken sockets, open stuff that can not gwt closed anymore etc. In our compartment, there was a switch for a lock on our door but no lock. Same qith the lighr. Part of the switches were szill there, others like the one for the AC and the speaker were partly broken. Therefore all of a sudden our speaker started to play some extremeley loud music dor about 5min ubtil the other people of our compartment (thankfully tvey were vietnamese) asked for help. The co ductor came and tried to fix it by just randlumy pushing the buttons. He even had to came back and did the same tbing when our AC broke. Sadly our AC broke again like 2 hours before arrival but we had no idea where and how to find and talk to the conductor. So it became a very hot night.

2: keeping the door closed: my friend had to sleep in a position where she could keep the door shut as every time when the train was moving too weirdly or stopped, the door opened completely and didnt close again.

3: cuddling our backpacks. Keeping our belongings safe meant having our small backpack right next to us and under the blanket. And as the space was already qzite limited, we looked ridiculous.

4: roomies for the night. We actually got really luck with the vietnamese people. They were quite and clean. Our neighbours were asian ladies in there 50ies who had the time of their lifes by tjrowing parties, wiping the floor for some reason, laughing and doing other weird shit. Other compartments had up to 5 kids in 1 bed.

5: how to get up to your bed. In Germany when there are multiple bed on top of each other, we ha a leddar. Here the just have a silve little thingy they can pull out and you need to step on it. It is aczually really hard to get to your bed this way.

6: being tall. No matter if its about trying to sit on the bed or trying to drink or the lenght if the bed, being tall is not that easy on that train. But we somehow managed anyway :)

All in all it was a good experience and makes me appreciate Deutsche Bahn. This is me trying to enjoy the sun before going to bed :)

[pugs-cats-bb-8]

Crown Tundra

Still doesn't run the best.

That girl is not sweet.

I hate Dynamax raids.

Is the whole adventure max raids?

You don't get to use your Pokemon. I know they explain it but it sounds like a copout.

Also, nobody mentions how fucking loud the Pokemon cries are in the max raids.

That and a bunch of giant Pokemon battling are kinda scary.

So, it's basically the Battle Factory with raids.

I like how it doesn't matter what ball you use.

And you only get to keep one Poke? Really!😡😡

This girl does not want to spend time with her dad.

You're in the frozen tundra in your Dojo uniform 🤨🤨

I like the cold but this is too much.

Nice music.

This place is making me cold.

Hey, look you can actually go in people's houses.

The abilty to have a Pokemon walk behind you is locked behind a random kid in an Eevee costume?

I hope that's not her bedroom.

Nice title thingy.

Pillow? It was made of wood.

Sometimes I wonder if some of the phrases are really British slang or the localizers were just fucking with everybody.

That was fast.

It floats.

We really need voice acting.

It just possessed him... Okay.

How do you know how to spell its name? Did it tell you?

I'm busy doing nothing 🤣🤣

Yeah, fog. 🙃

My man is not concerned that he's falling asleep outside.

"My hot water's gone on holiday". 🤣🤣

That carrot is big and kinda looks like a dick.

Let's return poor Peony.

That text, my man. 🤣🤣

I like Regice the best.

Dude, the pop in encounter rate is insane! You can't take two steps without worrying about running into something or something running into you. That's why the old encounter system was better. Pokemon should not be able to run into you.

Usually, the Pokemon you accidentally run into to, or have run into you are higher level and might outspeed you. I had a bunch of times where 2-3 Pokemon had to die before I could escape. Nothing should be moving off-screen.

I'm glad that we got new Regis but I'd prefer a new Eeveelution.

Is that a giant apple tree?

It just waits for you?

You have to catch the chicken?

It comes to you?

She doesn't live with her dad? Where does she live?

You really don't see Peony or Nia too often.

Good amount of content. Wish there was more.

I'd price this at 15. So put that together with 10 from the first one. 25 all together.

I would've liked more content. I'm glad I didn't buy this.

[captain-kinda-trash]

Karaoke (Bayverse! Boys headcanons) 200 follower celebration!! <3

you decide to surprise the boys with a karaoke machine for their mutation day <3

and what better way to spend a night away from patrolling than tipsy karaoke with your family and friends?

Leo ~

OMG

THIS BOY GETS INTO IT

sure, it'll take a couple of drinks to loosen him up

leo doesn't want to screw up his "eldest-and-therefore-most-mature" reputation

actually has a very pleasant singing voice 🥰💙

though he's a bit on the shy and quiet side at first

let him get a little more loosened up, he'll be more confident then <33

MICHAEL BUBLÉ WHO?? 👀

HE SINGS SO MANY MICHAEL BUBLÉ SONGS IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY~

and elton john (3

AND frank sinatra

leo CARRIES that shit hard

His go-to karaoke songs are without argument,

Feeling Good (Michael bublé)

Hello Hello (Elton John)

L-O-V-E (Nat King Cole)

Everything (Michael Bublé)

WHICH, BY THE WAY...

he will make eye contact with you EVERY

SINGLE

TIME

The beat drops on either songs

and he fucking winks

All of the boys (including vern and casey) rolling their eyes when he does so 🙄

leo tries to be serenading

which totally works btw

will do the little hip sway thingy when he sings, just for the hell of it

so sappy 🥴

I also strongly believe that each boy holds a Disney song close to their heart

Leo's fav is probably "Go the Distance" from Hercules, OR "Make a Man Out of You" (Mulan)

THEY DESCRIBE HIM SO DARN WELL??

will not hesitate to hold a hand out and pull you up on the stage just to spin and dip you 🥰💙

MY HEART

April loves it so much omg--

soooo cute 😫💙

Raph ~

ooh YOU ARE NOT READY

We love raphie

he doesn't need a lot of drinks to get up and sing, you've just gotta hype him up <33

"Aw Nah, you guys don' wanna hear me sing, I suck, heh,"

"GO RAPH, YOU'RE AWESOME"

"DAMN RIGHT, I'M GOIN UP THERE NOW--"

Raph's voice, at least what I would think, isn't necessarily considered "made for singing"

nevertheless it's pretty good

DEFINITELY a rap man, endless rap songs w/ mikey ❤🧡

Also deep down he is a real sucker for high school musical duets 🥰

(only for you, bby <33)

gets really into it with the right amount of motivation

he'll do the little stage hop, it's the BEST

raphie gets so excited!!

You wanna hype him up even more??

Sit on his shoulders or the top of his shell while he sings

HE WILL SING SO LOUD

Start clapping for him from the audience please 😫

Go-to songs are

"Till I Collapse" (Eminem) and you can BET YOUR ASS HE WILL RAP EVERY WORD

Teenage Dirtbag (Cavetown, chloe moriondo) which he will duet with YOU ONLY

ANIMALS (maroon five) HE IS SO HOT SINGING THIS 😳❤

I'm too sexy (Right Said Fred)

^^ Raph WILL point at you, wiggle his eyebrows, ROLL HIS HOT BOD, AND WINK THE WHOLE TIME HE SINGS THIS

*melts*

Disney song has to be After Today from The Goofy Movie

HE WILL 100% SING A BEAUTY AND THE BEAST SONG W/ YOU

He can relate to that song ALOT

and he even does the little voices for each character 😂❤

YOU SINGING ELECTRIC LOVE AND THEN GIVE RAPH A BIG OL SMOOCH WHEN THE BEAT DROPS

HE WILL DIE

he'll do the goofy hunchover, having to lean way down when you kiss him

there are visible cartoon hearts dancing around his head 🥰

Raph is so fun to be around when karaoke is happening~

Donnie ~

Donnie is definitely on the shy side when it comes to singing

EVEN THOUGH HE IS SO GOOD AT IT, WHAT?? 🤨💜

Definitely gonna need a few drinks before mikey can shove him onto the stage

he's just standing there like: "🕴"

finally, after some encouragement, our adorable nerd, although flustered, will participate

HIS VOICE IS INCREDIBLE

starts off very soft, shy, but will get INTO IT

this boy loves 80's rock, don't even get me started 💜💜

WILL 100% SING HEATHER, JUST BECAUSE HE'S "THAT BOY"

Mikey trying to hop up next to him and join

Donnie just hip checks him out of the scene--

HE'S THE MAIN CHARACTER NOW, THERE'S NO GOING BACK 💅😫

favorite songs to sing ~

People Watching (Conan Grey)

Somebody's Watching Me (Rockwell)

She Blinded Me with Science (Thomas Dolby) thanks Turtle-babe 😉

Scotty Doesn't Know (Lustra)

^^ THE WAY EVERYONES JAWS DROP WHEN HE GOES HARD WITH THIS ONE

AIR THRUSTING AND EVERYTHING 💀💜

Also just might take his glasses off for an intense head thrashing sesh

BECAUSE HE WILL

DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THIS BOY

*air guitar solo, like 4 times*

He EATS up all the attention given to him

even though he won't admit it

"Go DONNIE!!"

Disney song???

Lost in The Woods (Frozen)

IT'S HIS SONG 😭💜

PICKS YOU UP BRIDAL STYLE AND SPINS YOU

passes tf out right after

he's so exhausted from being too amazing 😫💅

Mikey ~

Sorry have you MET this boy?? 🤨

MADE for karaoke

Has arguably the "worst" singing voice out of everyone

which honestly isn't even bad, just lots of voice cracks and some off key yelling

raph gives him so much shit for it, but he could care less

poor baby 😂���

BUT HIS ENERGY IS WHERE ITS AT, SWEET LAWD

sucker for duets, LITERALLY WITH ANYONE

LIVES for Bruno Mars and every Disney song to ever exist

Karaoke songs ~

Never Ever Getting Rid of Me (Christopher Fitzgerald)

Leave the Door Open (Bruno Mars) Similar to the Raph thing, ROLLING THE BODY, WINKING, POINTING DIRECTLY AT YOU

DEAD 💀🧡

Dear Maria, Count Me in (All Time Low)

Fantasy (Mariah Carey)

Any Disney song, LITERALLY

LET IT GO, PLEASE LET HIM SING IT, HE KNOWS ALL THE WORDS

can't convince me that he won't do a duet with Vern

Put those two on stage, they are unstoppable

A whole new world (From Aladdin), but it's Mikey and Vern dramatically batting their eyelashes at each other 😂🧡🧡

*lifts vern in the air and spins him around*

"JEALOUS, JONES?!"

CRYING OMG 😭

He dances the most on stage, and this boy is incredible at it

Poor Mikey's back hurts from absolutely CARRYING karaoke night

Bonus// Extras because y'all deserve it <3

ALL 4 OF THE BOYS SINGING "I WANT IT THAT WAY"

IT 👏 IS 👏 CANON 👏

"I WANT IT THAT WAY"

*cue mikey sliding on his knees and pointing at you*

Also, THEY ARE SO HAPPY YOU AND APRIL GET UP THERE

April singing Material Girl and Build a Bitch because she is a GIRLBOSS 💅🥰

THEY LOSE THEIR SHIT WHEN YOU START SINGING CPR BY CUPCAKE??!

Innocent reader?!!

WHO TF ARE THEY??

*reader going HARD with the lyrics*

Leo can't tell if he's surprised or low-key turned on?? 😳

Mikey and Raph are your hype men!!! 🧡❤

Casey getting in on the action too 🖤

The boys pretending to be your band

playing air instruments while you sing Still Into You (Paramore) because they just love you so much 💙❤💜🧡

Supportive boys 🥰

Reader also singing Enchanted (Taylor Swift) while looking at Leo 👀

SPLINTER GETTING IT

RAT DAD WILL SING CARELESS WHISPERS, NO SHAME

If Leo, Vern and/or Raph get enough applause (or alcohol in their system) THEY WILL THROW IT BACK

You and raph are just iconic with your duos

AND MIKEY WON'T HESITATE TO GIVE SOMEONE A LAP DANCE 😭💀🧡🧡

Overall, it's incredibly hilarious and fun on karaoke nights with everyone,

OMG THIS WAS SO FUN!!! THANK YOU GUYS AGAIN FOR 200!! YOU ARE ALL THE LIGHTS OF MY LIFE!

[@turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @raphsgrl @donniesdove @thelaundrybitch @thegr8faery @ladyofparchments]

Thanks everyone!! Hope you all enjoyed reading!!! 🥰🥰🍓