#there was a lot of stuff where i couldnt tell if it was supposed to be satire or if it was genuinely just that dense and pretentious

[technicolorxsn]

love how there are pretentious video essays that just repeat the book and meander and ramble about house of leaves. it's what zampanó would have wanted. it is not, however, what I want

[tiredcowboyy]

sometimes im like ‘hmm is canon merthur a bit one sided? I mean its clear how much merlin cares for arthur but-‘ and then I remember arthurs KING/ROYALTY. This is his manservant. He’s also married/in love for a lot of the show. He also had a huge army some of which are close friends. And yet he canonly goes out of his way to spend the most time with merlin, tells all his secrets to merlin, completely unquestionably trusts merlin and aside from being the most oblivious blonde planet earth has ever seen, he still knows how to read merlins emotions and when hes acting different, something he cant do as easily with others. A guy who is supposed to just wash his clothes, clean his armour and bring him food. And yet arthur tries to always make sure merlins ok. Again sure captain blind to the obvious sometimes misses things, but when he sees it he actively tries to fix it.

I remember how merlin isnt supposed to do half the stuff he does in the show, but he does it because he wants to protect arthur and he cares for him sure, but arthur LETS HIM. Arthur wants merlin to go on all these journeys. The amount of places he goes and takes only merlin, no knights, no wife, nothing. Just merlin. He wants merlin around that much that the quests he cant tell him about he doesnt, but he still takes him because he wants merlin there.

Arthur while DYING asks where merlin has been when he wakes up and sees him, even though merlin had told him before camlan why he couldnt go (lie sure but we move). Arthur wanted merlin. Arthur doesnt mean ‘where have you been? What was you doing that meant you couldnt come?’ He means ‘im hurt and this is the first time in ten years that you wasnt there, Where have you been? Why wasnt you quicker because I knew you was coming but what took you so long?’ And that really just makes my bones melt.

[seeminglydark]

how much of his experiences with Caro does Johnny remember rn in SD? Is he getting them back at all?

Spoileryish stuff under the cut for his memories

TL;DR: Initially he remembered almost nothing about it. But now, he remembers that they were a cheerleader and they were friends and he had feelings for them. He remembers the supernatural things. He remembers Caros family was horrible and he wanted to help them, and that he couldnt. He doesnt remember finer details. kisses or hand holding or that they dated. he knows these things because hes been told but the memories arent his right now. but things are coming back.

Long story long RIGHT now at this moment in SD, it still vague for him but he is slowly getting things back. He remembers a cheerleader (he makes reference to a 'cute little cheerleader' in the Creaky chapter that Caro confirms was in fact them.) PTSD, Trauma and brain damage from both abuse and actually physically dying for a short period all contribute to Johnny having a lot of blank spots and fuzzy details in his memories of childhood/teenagehood. He remembers Caro was his neighbor after he puts together that Caro and Carrie are the same person (which takes a bit longer for him since they look and sound a little different these days and his memory of them is distorted, he has no pictures or anything to remind him. There is a scene in Mil-Liminal where Maddie shows him a yearbook photo and at least the part that he knows them QUITE WELL comes crashing back.) He does not remember they did have a chance to become 'official,' and actually dated, it happened so close to his major injuries/brush with death, but he does know it happened at this point, cuz Caro's told him. Things do come back to him, if he's reminded, for instance, Caro being trans now reminds him they told him about it once when they were kids, that it was something he knew about. Caro having their attack the night he hangs out with them reminds him they've ALWAYS experienced the supernatural. he falls into patterns with them that he did when he was younger, such as the way he sings to them or held them because of habit and familiarity even if he doesnt exactly remember. He's slowly putting the pieces back together as they are presented to him. i was asked while writing this reply if he has sense memory, and yes, caros scent, the feel of them, songs they liked together, if he ever gets into the Datsun again, all those things play into it. He does NOT remember the pendant Caro wears. Or that he gave it to them. Or that it was even his. When Caro speaks of him in the podcast, and he listens to it, he does not realize its him they are talking about. When they tell him it was about him, he actually still has a hard time believing that someone could speak about HIM in such a poetic and yearning way. Theres many things he remembers, and many things he knows because hes been told, but he does still have a hard time distinguishing which is which. I do want to note that there is inconsistencies in SD when it comes to these two, mostly because their relationship wasnt actually supposed to be canon, and Caro wasnt supposed to be in SD at all, its been a fun challenge to tie things back together with it, when i first started making the comic, I decided I'd leave room in my narratives for me to be creative and change up original concepts and even the way i draw if i wanted too as long as the Main Story was consistent, which helps keep things fun to create for me, especially for something ive been working on for 6 years! I'm actually touching on Johns memories in i think next months episode of SD, (it can be read early on Tapas's Early access with ink right now) so theres definitely more about it coming up <3

-RJ

[itsalwaysdark]

theres like fr something in the water abt cadaver w long hair. also im blaming this on the fact im listening to nine inch nails. but guys has anybody thought about cadaver and scientist...

lord this edibles crazy i thought i was getting over it and then i wanted to do more cas in the sims and i basically just made a copy of cadaver and then spun him in circles for like A while. it was way more fun than it shouldve been

[veryberryjelly]

pumpkin ring

pairing : jamie tartt x reader

🎃 - carving a pumpkin

👻 - " isn't this stuff for kids ? "

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

halloween was a big deal at nelson road.

but it was an even bigger deal at your house.

every year you hosted a halloween party and today was the day of that party.

you had invited almost the entire team over to your place, including the coaches and rebecca.

not everyone was free, roy and keeled were taking phoebe trick-or-treating, and beard was going to a haunted house with jane, but almost everyone else you invited was now hanging around your house.

a large chunk of the team were hanging around the fire pit in your backyard telling spooky stories over a flashlight, some were lounging around on your sofa just talking.

but there were also a lot of people gathered around your dining table, knives in hand,

guts all over the table,

as you carved into pumpkins.

it had been your idea to get some small pumpkins over to your place for the party for people to carve into, but it had been jamie who helped you lug them through the door and onto the table where they currently rested.

you had always loved carving pumpkins, it was a tradition when you were little and you had continued it on throughout your adult life.

it was nice to share the tradition with your new family.

and you had been sat on the edge of the table working quietly on your pumpkin as the other people around the table chatted and criticised eachother's designs.

"c'mon, mate, what is that supposed to be? " you heard jamie question at the other end of the table, watching as he peered over van damme's shoulder to see what he was carving.

" it's a maple leaf." he defended " i wanted to do something canadian, and i'm sure it's better than the football your carving over there "

" oi, it's not a football - " jamie refuted, picking up his pumpkin to turn it and show the entire table what he had carves. " it's a pair of tits "

you couldnt help the laugh that spilled out of your mouth, along with everyone else's.

" and you thought this stuff was for kids " you pointed out from your place at the table, continuing to keep your design close to your chest.

" i never said that " he argued

" yes you did, when you came to the shop with me to get this stuff. you said ' isn't this stuff for kids? ' when i was choosing the pumpkins. "

the silence that came from jamie only proved you right.

as the night progressed everyone moved around your house, the boys leaving their finished jack-o-lanterns out on your patio with a candle in each of them.

on the end was your design, nothing complicated, but something you had been planning to share with the team at some point and you and jamie had agreed this would be a fun way to do it.

on your pumpkin, you had carved a diamond ring with two words inside it.

' the tartts '

" holy moly- you're engaged ?! " was screeched through your backyard, so loud that you could tell it was dani even from where you and jamie were curled up in the hanging egg chair at the end of your garden.

it was moments before you were both pulled back to the main party and forced to explain how it had happened.

[blackdollette]

Heyy can you do some head cannons about any one of the characters (preferably Marcus or euronymous but it doesn’t rlly matter what ever you want😭) where the reader is pregnant? If you’re not comfortable with that it’s fine❤️ also I love all of your posts🙌🏼

thank you so much <3 and since these are hcs, ill do both :))

"to carry a child." | marcus & euronymous

fingertips. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous + marcus

contents: pregnant reader, mentions of sex

euronymous.

he'd wake up to the noise of your throwing up in the toilet rlly early in the morning

and this would happen for a few days, but he wouldn't think anything of it

until you walked into the bedroom crying one day, holding something in your hand

you handed him a pregnancy test and waited for his reaction

his eyes widened when it read positive

he'd always considered what would happen if he got a girl pregnant, and now it was happening

he would be a little freaked out at first

his lifestyle doesnt exactly support him creating a family of his own

but then he would look into your tear-filled eyes and feel his heart calm down a little

you'd tell him that you wanted to keep the child, and that flipped his entire world around

he wondered if he was even fit to be a father

but he'd be willing to try, just for you

throughout your entire pregnancy, he'd buy you everything you wanted and be extra loving toward you at all times

something tells me that he would want to take charge when it comes to naming the baby

he pretty much sets his entire life aside to make sure that you're alright

he couldn't bear to imagine anything happening to you or his child

he'd try to get as many customers in his shop as possible to earn enough money to support your new family

and when you finally had the child, he'd be all teary eyes in the hospital

the moment when he held his baby for the first time, he would feel real joy for the first time.

marcus.

you'd been living with him for a while after your "one night stand."

he liked having you around helping out with stuff

and he was planning on making things official with you very soon

getting pregnant with him would be a little more intentional though

he'd ask you before you had sex if you were ready, and would only continue after he got your approval

he'd buy you a few pregnancy tests the next morning

and surely enough, one week later it was confirmed that you were pregnant

he knew that you were the perfect girl to start a family with, so he was completely ready to commit to you for the rest of his life

however, he didn't realize at first that he'd have to change his lifestyle a little

he couldn't be out partying late at night anymore, or come home wasted like he usually did

he had to take care of you 24/7 to make sure that you were alright

it was a large sacrifice to make

but after he fully thought about how much he wanted to start a family, he was motivated to make that commitment

he'd buy a new house that was appropriate for a family setting

and you can be sure that he'd go wild when decorating the baby's room with toys, stickers on the walls, etc

when you went into labour, he was a worried and shaky mess

he couldnt eat, sleep or do anything else that required little to no effort

he just needed to know that you and his child were ok

when he laid his eyes on his child, he completely broke down

he held it tenderly in his arms as tears rolled down his cheeks

he'd take you home and put you to sleep

but he'd sit on the couch, holding his baby and picturing his new life with you and his child in it.

author's note: this was supposed to come out last week, but i just found it rotting in my drafts today :(( im so so sorry abt that, but lots of posts are coming out today :))

[jnece-maharlika]

LMK MUSIC MONKEY AU

A porty clone fic

Chapter 1: The mark of a start

AUTHORS Note: I couldnt help my self so here's a fic. Not very cannon compliant but it's there.

Info here: Masterpost

CHAPTER 1

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If you asked Porty what being a clone of the Monkey Kid, successor of the Monkey King, is like, he would tell you: “uhhh, it’s pretty cool, I guess. We get to beat bad guys, keep the city safe and…stuff.”

That answer, while true, is not how he fully feels about being a clone. If you were to ask for a genuine answer, he would sigh and tell you, “Being a clone is tiring.”

That answer might confuse you. How in the world is being a clone tiring? Shouldn’t it be exciting? I mean, you’re a copy of the Monkie Kid! You can do anything and everything he can! You are a Monkie Kid!

While true, you might want to take a step back and remember just what a clone is.

An MK clone is a copy of the original that’s summoned from magical hair to fulfill a task and disappear right after.

When Porty was first created, he was made for one thing: to party.

That’s what he was meant to do, it’s what he wants to do, it’s what he is.

But he might have gone a bit too far with that, and the whole Mei incident happened. Ever since then, Porty was only ever summoned for either combat or as a distraction.

And isn’t that tiring?

Porty was made to party, but all he’s allowed to do is:

Get summoned

Fight

Get unsummoned/poofed

Then wait for whenever OG summons him again.

Don’t get him wrong, he’s totally cool with the whole fighting-to-save-the-world thing. But there really isn’t anything tying him down to do it; he has no reason to do it other than he’s being asked. Sure, he doesn’t want people to die, but there are other people in the world who aren’t him and can do a better job. He’s more than happy to sit back and just watch the world be saved rather than participate.

He wants to do something else—literally anything else than the endless cycle of getting summoned and killed. He wants to go to parties in different parts of China, party all day, all night, or maybe something else! Maybe he wants to pick up an instrument or something; maybe he’ll be a well-known DJ!

Oh, he likes that idea.

Someday, if OG would let him, he’d like to leave and become something other than what he is now—maybe even become his own person and not just the party clone.

---

Porty watched as the severely one-sided battle against a demon (he didn’t bother learning who) went on. He winced and gripped his shirt; he could feel his fellow clones disappearing one by one. It felt like something was repeatedly being plucked from his chest—might be hair; he’s a hair clone, after all. It’s not a very painful feeling, just very uncomfortable.

He doesn’t know why; he doubts he’ll ever know. But he’s always felt a little more connected to the other clones in a lot of ways. Unlike OG, who had to scour the entire city to collect them when they went rogue, Porty could feel where they were within the city.

Then there’s the whole “he can feel them poofing” thing, too. It’s just him; none of the other clones have it. It’s weird, but Porty tries not to think about it—not right now.

Porty sighs. He really doesn’t want to be here. He shouldn’t be here. He’s not a fighter; he’s a party man. He’s meant to sit behind a DJ table and blast songs to a sea of drunk people while being blinded by flashing lights. And if he has to fight? He’s going to sit back and snap his fingers at the other clones as he barks out orders. That is what he’s supposed to do, just like back during the whole anti-gravity arcade thing. He’s pretty sure OG didn’t mean for him to be made that way, but it’s always been what he thinks his purpose is—like it’s written in his code somewhere, just like partying.

A strong thump came from his chest, making him groan. Delivery Clone is done. Fuck—he—

Help.

He freezes and looks around. No one is talking to him. Must be the telepathic link, then.

Another thing he found out was that clones had the ability to talk to each other telepathically, though they aren’t able to talk with OG through it. He discovered it by accident during the gravity arcade takeover. He had been thinking about how cool it would be if the other clones were to come and party too. A few minutes later, the clones were knocking at the gates, saying he had called for them.

He didn’t tell OG about this out of pure spite. It was rude to stop the party, after all.

The other clones didn’t really care but kept it a secret anyway.

What is it? he sent back.

MK, the clone replied. Trouble.

Ah, fuck. Now he had to go rescue. He would give anything for a drink right now.

He really doesn’t want to be here.

---

Porty sits back on the ground in a crater and sighs. His bones are sore after doing so much fighting; he swears his arms are about to fall off anytime soon. He watches as the Monkie crew talks happily, celebrating their victory with so much energy you’d doubt they’ve just been in a fight. Do they ever get tired?

The sound of feet sliding down the crater caught his attention. His eyes widened. “Artsy??” he gasped. “You haven’t poofed yet—wait, no—” he shakes his head. “That was rude—are you doing okay, man? You, uh…” He looked him over. “You don’t look so hot.”

The artist clone looked worse for wear, like he had been dragged across grass and rocks for miles. Leaves, sticks, and stones were stuck in his hair; his body was covered in cuts and bruises. But despite all these obvious causes for concern, the artist clone shrugged. “The only thing that could hurt me is an artwork gone wrong,” he says nonchalantly.

“huh?”

“I’ll be fine,” the artist says as he takes a seat, cross-legged, next to the party man. His brow raised as he inspected the other. “You’re even worse than me.”

While Artsy looked like he was dragged for miles, Porty looked like he had been to hell and back. A big gash on his stomach was still bleeding, along with several smaller but deep cuts. He was pretty sure his ankle was sprained.

Luckily for him, clones either have a really high pain tolerance or a really messed-up sensory system. He’s pretty sure it’s the second one, he doubts it’s the first one. No way OG would have managed to build up such high pain tolerance in just a few months of fighting and training.

“Eh, it’ll go away when I poof.”

Porty shrugged it off. “I’m fine.”

They sit there in silence, leaving each other to their thoughts for a bit.

“I don’t think you’re fine,” Artsy breaks the silence.

“Uh—what?”

Artsy turns to look Porty in the eyes. Pure white eyes stared into Porty’s soul. For some reason, his irises never came back from when he went art-crazy. It’s weird, but it made it easier to spot the artist in the sea of clones. “You have the face of someone who doesn’t want to be here.”

Porty tensed. He looked up at the night sky and took a deep breath. He sighed, “I…well…” he looked down and picked up some of the small pebbles in the dirt. “…Yeah, you’re right.” He threw the rock at a bigger rock. “I hate it here.”

Artsy nods. He looks toward the direction where Porty is throwing the rocks; his empty white eyes somehow looked warm to Porty.

. “MK and I share a lot of things in common.”

Porty snorts, “Well, yeah, we’re his clones. We’re literally copies of OG.”

“Hmm…” Artsy takes off his bandana. “Do you really think that?” he asks as he moves closer to the other and gently pulls Porty’s feet toward him. “Do you really think I’m just a carbon copy of MK?” he gently wraps the bandana around Porty’s sprained ankle.

“I…” Porty leans back. “Ye-...no?...” he leans forward and plays with the hem of his torn shirt. He thinks about it. Technically, Artsy is a clone of MK—they both are—so technically, the two of them are picture-perfect copies of OG, similar in every way to the point that it would be hard to tell which is which.

But that’s not really the case for them, is it? They aren’t perfect clones, far from it. They don’t obey orders properly and have a tendency to take things too far. OG never told Artsy to make the boat look perfect, OG never told Delivery to stress-eat the deliveries, and OG never told him to make the party go nonstop. But they all went and did it anyway.

They took a simple order and went too far with it.

While the other clones—the more recent ones—were more of what you'd expect from a clone, following orders to a T and then disappearing, the first three clones were different.

Maybe it's a magic issue that made the first three clones so unique.

“No…” Porty decided, trailing off.

Artsy nodded. “I don’t know why, but—” he took off his jacket, “I’m different.” He moved closer to Porty and gently wrapped the jacket around the wound in Porty’s chest. “OG treats art like it’s just a hobby, but for me? I lose my mind if it’s anything less than perfect. MK likes to go outside and get inspiration, sketching the scenery quickly, but I’m more than happy to stay in hammerspace and obsess over the same canvas for weeks.”

Inside OG’s magic, there was a black void where all the clones gathered when unsummoned. Here, they could interact with each other and manipulate the space as they liked. In what seemed to be the center of the endless void was a screen that allowed them to go through MK’s memories or see the real world through MK’s eyes in real-time. They weren’t exactly sure what this place was, but they’d decided to call it “hammerspace” after seeing cartoons in MK’s memories.

This was another piece of info they kept from OG. I mean, how in the world could they even tell him that the clones could spy on him?

“Why…” Porty hesitated. “Why are you telling me this?” He looked down at the jacket wrapped around his bleeding torso.

Artsy sighed, looking into Porty’s eyes. Blank white eyes stared into Porty’s brown eyes. “We know you want to leave.”

“W-what?” Porty stammered. “What—what?” He scratched his head nervously. “What gave you that idea? Why would I want to leave? I like it here! It’s not like there’d be anywhere bet—”

“Cut it, Porty clone,” Artsy interrupted with a stern look. “We’ve all noticed. Every time you get a turn on the screen, you always watch the memories that show nightlife, parties, festivals. Y-you…” He sighed, his gaze softening. “You always look so happy—like a little kid seeing an ad for Disneyland. It’s obvious: that’s where you want to be.” He patted Porty’s shoulder. “That’s where you’re meant to be. Out under the moon, bright and happy.”

Porty looked down at the ground. Artsy had always been able to read others like a book; guess it came with being a detail-oriented artist. And he wasn’t wrong—Porty did want to be out there, under the night skies, surrounded by stars and flashing lights as he danced the night away in complete bliss. But he couldn’t have that. He was just a clone, not a real person.

Porty shrank into himself. “Yeah…” he admitted quietly. “But I can’t do that. OG wo—”

“Why not?”

Porty’s head snapped to look at the other. “What?”

“Why can’t you do it?” Artsy raised a brow.

“Well…” Porty pointed at MK, who was busy happily chatting. “OG wouldn’t let me—not after the whole Mei thing.”

Artsy leaned back, brow still raised. “Since when did you care what MK thinks?” He sighed, “Look, what I’m trying to say is… you should go.”

Porty’s eyes widened. “Wh-what?!”

“You should go,” Artsy repeated. “Go find whatever makes you happy, whether it’s partying or anything else.” He smiled. “I already talked to the other clones—they think so too. You should go, Porty. We support you.”

Porty felt a mix of emotions welling up. Part of him wanted to cry, while another part wanted to feel joy that his team would support him in following his own dreams. But he couldn’t possibly just leave them here. What if OG needed him? What if OG needed the others? Who would look after them? He couldn’t just—

“We’ll be fine,” Artsy interrupted his train of thought, sighing. “We’ll be fine, Porty. None of us really mind the whole being-summoned-to-fight thing.” He shrugged. “We’re quite fine with it, but it bothers you.” He smiled softly. “Porty, you’ve done a lot for us. You’ve helped us out a lot.” He held Porty’s hand. “We want to see you happy too.”

“I…” Porty looked down at their hands. The thought of running away into the world wasn’t new to him. He’d watched MK’s memories and even found himself accidentally mapping out escape routes in case he ever did it. But he hadn’t acted on those plans. No matter how tempting it was to abandon a fight and run off to the nearest party, he didn’t. He couldn’t leave the other clones to fight on their own.

But now, he was given permission, his clones had given him permission.

The idea of leaving them scared him a bit, but the excitement and desire to see just where he could go and what he could do outweighed that fear. Maybe… maybe he’d give it a try, go for a few weeks, have fun, and check in on the other clones if they were summoned every once in a while. If things didn’t work out, he could always poof himself back to OG.

He smiled, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

Porty nodded. “I’ll do it.”

Artsy beamed. “Good!” He stood up and pulled Porty up. “You should go now, then.”

“Wa-wait, what?” Porty stumbled a bit as he got up. “Wait! Now?!”

“Yes!” Artsy whispered. “Keep your voice down so they don’t notice,” he said as he nudged Porty forward.

“W-wait!” Porty whisper-yelled. “Like, right now?!” His eyes widened; he hadn’t expected to be sent off so soon! “Wh-why? Why not the next time I’m summoned?”

“No!” Artsy answered. “MK keeps a close eye on you since you went a little rogue the first time, but right now, he’s distracted.”

Porty sweatdropped. “Can’t I at least say goodbye to the others?”

“I’ll pass on the message.”

“And if OG looks for me?”

“I’ll tell him you poofed.” Artsy gave Porty one last push, making him stumble before he regained his balance. Porty looked back at Artsy with a hesitant smile.

“Go,” Artsy encouraged. “Live your life, be happy.”

The clones had always been supportive of everything. Delivery—being the big guy—would always give Porty big hugs every time he felt down about not being able to freely have fun. Artsy, despite his quirks, was observant and gave great advice. Even the less sentient, more MK-like clones were supportive of Porty and what he wanted to do, despite OG keeping an eye on him for any signs of villainy. They were his family, his friends, his brothers. He’d taken care of them and worried a bit about leaving them. But he knew they could stand on their own and… they wanted this for him. They’d have to cover for his absence a lot, but they still wanted him to go, to do what made him happy.

Artsy smiled at him. “Go,” he said. “Don’t worry about us.” He waved his hand in farewell. “Have fun.”

Porty’s smile grew wide, warmth spreading in his chest. “Okay…” He raised his hand and waved. “I’ll… see you next time.”

This marked the start of Porty’s own chaotic life. The first chapter in his story.

[creaturefeaturecommando]

Why I want to collect dolls-

The first time I lost my dolls, which was about 30 or 40 something dolls, a gigantic dollhouse, and a Barbie RV camper, my parents made me put them in a storage unit because my mom and dad split up and they put everything in there until they could figure out their divorce and we could find somewhere to live, why they wouldn’t let me at least take my dolls, I don’t know, but my dad was in charge of paying that storage unit and I don’t know why my mom foolishly let that man do it because we eventually lost the storage unit a year later because he didn’t pay it, instead deciding to use all his money to support his girlfriend and her kids and we lost everything. All of me and my siblings baby photos, our furniture, everything and I lost all of my dolls and we can’t ever get anything we lost back and his dumbass refused to tell my mom the storage unit place which I don’t know why my mom didn’t go with him to see where all our stuff went and why she didn’t take the baby pictures and stuff, but I was more crushed to have lost my dolls because there were dolls that weren’t even made anymore like LIV dolls, the dolls that had interchangeable wigs and a collector’s Angel Barbie that was never supposed to leave the box. My mom promised to get me replacements but Bratz dolls were out of stock, LIV dolls were discontinued and I was never getting that Angel Barbie back. So I had to settle for dollar store Barbie’s that didn’t feel the same.

- The second time I lost my dolls was when I was really into Monster High and all I wanted was Monster High dolls for Christmas, like they were all I wanted for like 3 christmases straight and I even printed out photos of which specific ones I wanted. I had Frankie, Clawdeen, Ghoulia, Jackson, Gil, Clawd, Deuce, Draculara, Cleo, Operetta and maybe more but I don’t remember all who I had but I just don’t remember having a Lagoona. So my aunts and cousins moved into my grandmas house and my cousins who were like 4 or 5 wanted to play with my dolls and I always told them not to touch them because I was very protective of my dolls since I had lost my previous ones. My aunts and my grandma yelled at me that I needed to share and that if I didn’t share that they were going to throw the dolls, MY DOLLS that my mom got me, away so no one could play with them and I was forced to share. Shortly after that, my dolls arms and legs were broken off and their hair was cut short and their clothes were missing and it upset me to the point of tears but I got blamed for it because “They’re little kids ! What did you expect ! You shouldn’t have let them do that !” when I was threatened with my dolls getting thrown away if I didn’t share. After that, I wasn’t allowed to get Monster High dolls anymore because I was “too old” yet my cousins got every new monster high doll for every occasion after that. Again, my mom promised to replace those dolls but she couldnt find any of the male ones since they sold out quick, and she couldn’t find anymore of the original design ones I had. They also destroyed my collection of 2011 Thundercats toys that my dad got me to try to make amends for what he did and Thundercats was the few things we bonded over and those can’t ever be replaced. A lot of things of mine got destroyed in that house.

So yeah if I start collecting dolls and it spirals out of control then like… I don’t know. I’d let let it spiral because I’d finally have dolls that I know I can keep safe.

[aidensteddybear]

also can i req regressor tom with cg jake hcs ?? (sorry, i couldnt decide because i hc them both as flips :pp)

Regressor! Tom w/ Caregiver! Jake Headcanons

•Jake never gets any sort of quiet time when Tom’s little. Little Tom is extremely loud, talkative, and noisy, all of which Jake doesn’t mind and actually encourages.

•Jake rarely ever lets Tom out of his sight, especially when he’s in a teeny tiny headspace.

•Tom loves making messes and getting into stuff he isn’t supposed to. There was a specific incident that happened and is now the main reason why Jake never really leaves Tom alone.

•Jake had left Tom, who was regressed to the age of one, alone in the bedroom for a few minutes so he could go get a bottle ready for him.

•Tom had crawled off the bed and explored the room a bit, before he came across a thing of baby powder that Jake had accidentally left on the dresser.

•Needless to say, Jake was in complete shock when he walked into the bedroom and saw baby powder everywhere. It was mainly on Tom, who was an absolute giggling mess. He thought it was hilarious, while Jake had the exact opposite reaction.

•Toddler Tom loves taking Jake’s phone from him and watching videos made for babies. Jake wouldn’t really mind this, but Tom always has the volume up super loud and refuses to turn it down.

•Whenever Tom’s in babyspace, he will bite Jake’s hand or fingers. Jake doesn’t get mad at or anything, but he will tell him “No” and redirect him by giving him a teether or pacifier.

•Jake calls Tom “Tommy” sometimes. Jake also calls Tom by his actual name, “Thomas”, but he only does that when Tom’s not listening or he needs to immediately get his attention.

•There are rare times where Tom gets extremely upset over his scars and will sob to Jake about it. Jake always feels absolutely horrible for him when this happens and does his very best to comfort and make him feel better.

•Tom’s favorite shows to watch when small are “Spongebob” and “Paw Patrol”. He will force Jake to watch those shows for hours on end.

•One of Jake’s favorite activities to do with Tom is baking. He absolutely loves teaching and showing Tom how to bake.

•Tom loves baking with Jake as well. He loves the quality time and he also really likes to snack on the ingredients.

•Jake’s not very strict about a lot of things, except when it comes to putting Tom down for a nap or for the night.

•When Tom gets tired, he becomes extremely upset and irritated. He’s the type that absolutely does need a certain time of day for his nap and going to bed.

•It really depends on what age he’s at, if he’s at a younger age the time is earlier, if he’s at an older age the time is later. But Tom’s normal time for a nap, that Jake decided for him, is around 12:30-1:00 pm. His bedtime, which Jake also decided for him, is around 9:00-10:00pm.

•Jake will let Tom stay up later sometimes. That really only happens if he’s been rewarded a later bedtime and he’s at an older age, anywhere between 6-8, where Jake knows he can handle his emotions and sleepiness better.

•Tom is incredibly playful, which sometimes causes him to become too aggressive when playing, mainly when he’s at a younger age.

•When Tom gets really excited while playing with Jake, he tends to be a little too rough, especially if the two are playing outside.

•There have definitely been times where they’ve played Tag, and when Tom was It, he tackled Jake to the ground to tag him.

•Jake’s not the biggest fan when he does this, but he never gets mad at him for it. More often than not, Tom’s mentally at the age of a toddler when he does this. He often forgets that he’s taller and stronger than Jake.

•Jake simply just tells him to not do it again, which Tom does do his best to listen, but he normally does need to be told stuff multiple times before he can comprehend it.

[smartichokes]

hot take or whatever. proship vs antiship discourse is so funny to me cuz like. idgaf what you think about in your head. thats your business. my head is full of intrusive thoughts that freak ME out. the human psyche does weird shit and likes to test boundaries. humans are inherently curious and weird. as long as its not impacting real people then i really couldnt give a shit. in fact i encourage it if it helps you get stuff out of your system. i, for one, feel catharsis when i read or write about gore because it dislodges it from the loop inside my head. this applies ESPECIALLY to sexual situations. fiction is where you are free to do whatever and work things out. it satiates curiosity. critical thinking and media literacy means you know the difference between fiction and real life. im tired of feeling like im wrong and immoral and broken and weird because i constantly think about people dying in horrific ways. i dont actually want to hurt anyone and im sure lots of people would already understand that. but when it comes to sex, its entirely black and white apparently. im not about to tell someone that thinks about harmful sexual ethics that theyre a bad person. fiction is supposed to be the outlet to this exact type of thing

[pinkwinesupernovas]

hey girlie !! (not so) mini life update cs i missed you🥺 ( sorrryyy this is a lot longer than i intended )

remember when i was sick that one day? that was the day i was supposed to apply to run for band class rep so i didnr get to do that</3 however! my drill team stuff is going great (we had our first game friday and got a TON of compliments :) ) and i joined my schools newspaper :3 i wrote an article about the friday game and its on the first page so thats fun. i also got a new pair of pointe shoes and now i have to break them in by the time i have an audition this weekend :p

the service was out in my entire town today😭which caused a ton of problems because during school my drill instructor last minute decided that we had practice today, but we couldnt tell our parents because service was completely out😭 then we finally made it to the stadium (where we practice) but it was all rainy and wet and there was nowhere for us to dance so she cancelled pracrice. great! but i cant tell my mom that to come pick me up so how does that do anything😦 i ended up getting a ride from one of our officers (shes a senior so shes been driving for a while) and gps was down so we struggled finding our houses BUT it was fun and i made it home safe so :))

overall im doing pretty good!! everythings p nice right now for me. how are you doing??? anything coming up soon or anything ive missed in your life ? <3

hello ava!!! omg so glad your drill team is going well!! you joined your school newspaper??? that's so cool im so proud of you for writing your first article <3

i have no idea how pointe shoes work 😭 but good luck for your audition im rooting for you 🥹🫶

it sucks that you couldn't practice 😔 im so glad you got home safe tho, it's so good to hear you're in a good place in life rn i couldn't be more happier 😕🩷🩷

im doing good, took a day off today so that's fun!! i have a bunch of exams coming up but nothing important other than that, just waiting for this semester to end honestly so i can start working on my research for higher studies abroad

[sqvar3w4ve]

the whole 1975 thing pisses me off. people cant seem to comprehend that this isnt some black and white situation where its just homophobia because its so much more than that. i couldnt care less if he jacked off on stage, the problem is that he did this in a country thats incredibly queerphobic and because of that is incredibly strict on what bands can play here and what they can and cant do/say. We malaysians don't get alot od international bands as is, so bands like this and the strokes coming here of all places in our shit hole country is huge. but him saying and doing all that did this:

- cancelled the entire event because our government caught wind of it and shut it down after the first night when it was supposed to go on for 3

- probably made the rules and restrictions for bands to play here even tighter

- made other bands hesitant to play here

- maybe even tightened up the laws on queer people here in general, even more worse than they already are

- possibly put a lot of queer malaysians in general in danger because if the pigs suddenly decided to investigate the event further and question the organisers or people who attended and those people happened to be queer and they found out? theyre going straight to jail because that's how queer people are treated here by our government

yeah there are a good chunk of people here angry purely because of homophobia, that fact isnt something that can be denied or glossed over. but the most important thing here is the queer people that are gonna be put in danger. we're already consistently used as a political scape goat. but now we've finally started to take baby steps in the right direction of progress after finally electing the first pm in our history thats leftist (when in reality he's centrist at best) and now with how matty healy behaved and what he said, our governments fear of queer people have been confirmed and we might be in even more hot water. they've already discussed about making being queer a mental illness and this might give them the push to confirm everything.

what he did did nothing but do bad. we didnt need some white guy to tell us how oppressed we are, how queer people are ridiculed discriminated and abused, trust me buddy, we've lived here all our lives, we know, we dont need any white saviour telling us this.

people will scoff at countries like Malaysia because of how queerphobic it is and simply throw any empathy and kindness out the window, but people seem to forget that this queerphobia exists for a reason. the queerphobia here exists because WE exist, because WE QUEER MALAYSIANS EXIST. it doesn't just exist just because, they're hateful of us because we are here, they're hell bent on getting rid of us because we are here.

I've seen some people say "then just don't get international bands" why? why dont we get to have the opportunity to see the bands we like? why dont we get to have fun? what makes so inherintly lesser that we dont get to indulge in stuff like this like people from other countries do? we already are barred from being openly queer, is it so much to ask that we just want to have a good time by seeing bands we love? do we not deserve that just because people think our government and the shit heads here represent our entire country, acting like theres absolutely no queer communities here constantly fighting for our right to exist? is that why people think so lowly of us?

queer malaysians are now in danger and our progress have been set back 50 steps thanks to matty healys "activism". I understand that he did it in good faith, but it just came off as entitled, privileged and selfish, especially with how he handled it after the fact.

if you're here to argue or insult me on this post, dont bother, im blocking you. im not wasting my time.

[baeshijima]

so. um. haha.

:D

2.5 general story spoilers utc !!

first off. THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD QUEST??? it made me tear up a few times *cough* basically all scenes with jiaoqiu *cough* and??? goodness.

i do really like how we got more lore abt the past (high-cloud quintet my beloved tragedy.... sniffle sob sob sniffle...) and like,,, the first mention of good intention in the image below jing yuan was talking abt was probably referencing when dan feng and yingxing did that whole vidyadhara transfusion thing to try and resurrect baiheng only for it to backfire

;w;

bUT ALSO ??? HELLO ???

ik i posted abt this already but like,,, u mean to tell me lingshas mentor forcibly made dan heng regain his memories, being the whole reason he couldnt separate himself from the past for basically his entire life and having to live with the sins he himself did not commit, having to carry that burden without knowing nor understanding why, constantly followed by the shadow of his past (also blade. he followed him too.) when all the other vidydhara couldnt remember their previous lives because they were not supposed to; the rebirth is to start anew and yet he was not given the choice for that.....

sob dan heng..... the more we get to know u the more i literally cry for u bc what the fyuch

aND NOW JIAOQIU MY PRECIOUS BABY I AM SOSJKFD RAAAAAHH AS I UNLEASH MY INNER ALPHA WOLF SHIRT TEARING IMAGE WITH TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE

the light in his eyes being non-existent when he doesnt understand why those he saved went back just to die and questioning his purpose vs the light coming back after finding it again and understanding that their deaths were not meaningless...

he just wanted to save everyone he could, only for them to die right after and not understanding why they would foolishly run back into death just when they escaped it while beating himself up over yet another death he couldnt prevent, and then coming to terms with the fact that was their version of what they believed to be true virtue and righteousness, fighting for what they believed in even if it killed them.

and his deprecating laugh (at least in cn voice over. idk abt the other languages) from [everything i'm doing now... even your death has value...] because he was fully prepared to die and have the last laugh knowing hoolay would go down with him from the poison...

make the pain stop....

stop it... ur life isnt insignificant... ur life has meaning...

stop.... him losing his vision as a result of the poison when he was fully prepared to die for the cause of hoolays death ;w;; ourghg a moze just solemnly watching over jiaoqiu but he didnt know until he spoke bc he couldnt see him 😭😭 istg if we dont have a continuance or smth where we heal jiaoqius eyes i am going to explode 🧍‍♀️

on another slightly more lighthearted note, I AM???? SO UNWELL?????

YANQING MY SON???? no bc i fr was wondering how tf jingliu was gonna be on the luofu just to fight hoolay bc she wasnt even on the luofu, but it ended up being yanqing remembering jinglius advice/sword art right before hoolay could kill him and resembled her so much in that moment, to the point hoolay himself thought he was facing against jingliu??? the previous sword champion???? the only one who could subdue him?????

okay. but like. despite him being a literal killer and enslaved foxians and stuff, i actually did like his character quite a bit in the sense that he does give respect where it is due, and acknowledges the strengths and weaknesses of both himself and his foes. he acknowledged and commended jiaoqiu on his tenacity (also cursing him out a lot when we fought him like damn calm down on the obsession),he gave acknowledgement and respect to feixiao, even saying she was the only one suited to take over for him, he gave respect to yanqing for besting him and accepting his loss. well. until the whole crimson moon fiasco. but thats next :D

okay. now feixiao.

loved loved LOVED all of the cutscenes she was in so much like genuinely all of her cutscenes gave me chills and were so well done !! the one where she used yukongs bow and arrow to eliminate basically all the borisin in aurum alley... my god that was hot... (the drawback from the curse wasnt, but we ignore that ahhah)

AND THIS ONE !!!!

LIKE ??? the execution in this whole cutscene was so good. just when we thought we were done with hoolay, he basically tears his heart out for the destruction of the starsplitter with feixiao using her spirit to consume it, which basically meant she was hoolay/hoolay was her for a little... and then the trio fighting controlled feixiao... and her slumping from exhaustion when she defeated hoolay in her conscience... ourgh....

no but she is such a cool character and i loved the progression of her background reveal and her morals + virtues + beliefs as well as hoolay exposing her fears and seeing that one of her worst ones was losing control to the crimson moon curse and (unintentionally) betraying everyone :(

AND THE WHOLE "you are me just as i am you, we are one in the same" PARALLELS COILS FOILS RAAAHH???

gosh and then when he used her /real/ name as well from when she was a war slave.... when the characters are enemies but have more resemblance to one another than they do with their own allies/companions, meaning they understand each other better than how their own people do... ohh this trope.... it gets me every time...

feixiao even tho u literally used up all 26k jades and 50 warp tickets for e0 s1, meaning i have to scrap all the currency i can get for sunday and pray he is nice to me, i am glad i got u <33

also these were so silly 😭 us and bailu being dramatic over march bc she left her camera out on the bench while going to the toilet and then yunli just being a menace as per usual ;w;

but. uhm.

haha. jing yuan u are looking beautiful as always i am glad i got to see and hear u several times this quest <33

buy. uhm. again.

WHAT. luocha and jingliu mention... meeting with marshal hua (it should have been me... i should have met marshal hua...)... LUOCHA HAVING A FRAGMENT OF THE PROPOGATIONS DIVINE BODY IN HIS COFFIN???? THEM TEAMING UP WITH RUAN MEI??? HELLO WHAT PLS EXPLAIN HSR DEVS?????

aND HELLO THIS IS SO CRAZY TO DROP RIGHT AT THE END???

TINGYUN COMEBACK??? AS IN REAL TINGYUN??? MAYBE???? OR IF ITS RUAN MEI THEN MAYBE ITS SOME RESURRECTION/REINCARNATION KINDA THING???

but also

theres no way i got this on the loading screen right after. foreshadow?? new swarm disaster bc propogation comeback with ruan mei + maybe tingyun???

anyway. yeah. wow. awooga. no words. i have used them all.

actually, i havent yet.

if evil/morally grey, why super pretty? (also the fact dan hengs one cutscene was just a 5 second clip of him impaling taoran with his spear was so 😭😭)

ok. words are no more now. ty for reading.

[evansbby]

ahhh my shift was WRETCHED, so i came home and crashed, but okay so;

the dilf came in like times before, its like a diner type situation, so people come alone a lot, and he actually got sat in my section this time, and he was like lowks flirting with me the entire time, im talkin some:

me: “so did you decide on what you wanted to order”

him: “any chance youre on the menu?”

me: *giggling like a school girl cause hes so hot*

like its corny stuff but its SOOO yummy, so he was doing that and i was supposed to clock out like within the hour, and he asked about my shift and stuff, and we were just talking, and i told him when i was off, and i hoped my managers wouldnt keep me longer, and he took his TIME eating his food, like he asked for the check, and then ate so slowlu, he fs timed it so hed finish when i got off, and i told him my replacements taking over, yadda yadda yadda, and he was like “great:)” and i get off, and hes gone😞 BUT two days later, he comes in again, while im working, he ASKED for my section and i was like 😟😟😟.

so the entire time, flirting again 😼 im like actually ab to suck his dick the entire time hes there, cause holey fuckin moley, but he asks what time im off, and im like “oh like 7:45 tonight, hopefully, not any later” it was a semi busy day, and my managers must hate me, cause they always keep me WAY longer then im scheduled, so then hes like “well, i was wondering if i could take you to go eat after your off” and i STUMBLED SO BAD GUYS, i COULDNT SPEAK, i was BEING A FOOL. but i said yes! and so i ended up staying later than my shift, he came at 7:45 and i felt bad for making him wait, cause he sat on the little bench thats where the hostess stand is waiting for me, and ugh lemme tell ya. im a suxker for a man in boots. he had on a TIGHT ass black shirt, JEANS, AND BOOTS, i was salivating.

and then like i get off, i applogize for making him wait. and CHAT HE CALLED ME BABY, “its okay baby, i know you gotta work, it did get busy when i showed up” i was in complete distress, panties were wet, mouth was drooling, eyes saying fuck me at this man basically, anywho, so we go to this 24hr taco joint thats not too far from where i work, we go in his car, and he drives the NICEST chevelle 67 supersport. LEMME TELL YOU, i creamed my pants when i saw this car. but okay, so we ddint even make it inside, the parking lots dead, he parked to the side so we wernt out of view, but you really didnt bother looking over in the direction we were in.

so he MAKES A MOVE, and i am NOT denying, he like grabbed my hand cause i got this ring that really looks like an engagemnet ringa nd it fits on my ring finger but guys i swear its just a ring i found at my okd job and kept because no one claimed it. and he asked about the ring, so i tell him the story, and he startd playing with the ring, (he has big ass hands. hes like 6’.) then he like kisses my hand and im like DYING. this man is SO FINE. and he like starts kissing up my arm. and guys, im a goth girly, so my inner morticia adams is SCREAMING, and he just like grabs my head and we start making out, and it got INTENSE. we kept making out, his hand wanders, next thing ya know im riding his dick and its not like “oh hes 8 inches so girthy insane dick” nah he had the NICEST dick tho, like 6 is inches, girthy, but not insane, and it was mmmmm. but anywho theres so much more to spill so if you want moreee lmk:P

GIRL WHAT IS WITH YALL AND RUSHING OVER THE SPICY PARTS?!? 🥲🥲🥲😭😭😭 like you really edged me with this girly you did the build up so nice and detailed and then the spicy part comes and goes in like two sentences at the end 😭😭😭 EVERY SINGLE TIME BAHAHAHAH (it’s ok if you don’t wanna elaborate on that part loool im just kidding hehe)

BUT ANYWAYS BESTIE I love this for you and I love how you wrote it like you’re so funny girl the sense of humour is humouring fr!!! I LOVE THAT HE SHOT HIS SHOT RIGHT THEN AND THEREE like he came back for you and then asked you out AHHH okay miss y/n!!! Also him calling you baby is CRAZY like I would’ve also melted on the SPOT!

ALSO KISSING UP YOUR HAND AND ARM WOULDVE KILLED ME TOOOO OMFG THAT IS JUST UGH IT WOULDVE GIVEN ME BUTTERFLIES YALL ARE REALLY OUT HERE EXPERIENCED SMOOTH AF SEXY DILF MEN FR 😭😭😭 I TRULY LOVE THIS FOR YOU!

AND YOU SAY THERE IS MORE TO SPILL??? SPILLLLLL PLS BESTIE I AM DYING TO KNOW MORE!!!

[anzuhan]

Do you have any 00 characters you like, aside from the innovades and the Trinitys?

yes and im sorry i dont really talk about them or draw them (only sometimes) 😭 i posted a tierlist awhile back & i have no idea where it is . so i will just talk about everything here now :) it will probably be VERY long so i am putting it under a read more. also this will be full of spoilers but i guess that makes sense <- saying if anyone stumbles upon it & is still watching

edit its super long 🙏🙏🙏🙏 HOPE YOU ENJOY READING

my absolute favorites besides the innovades (trinities included) are neil and chris! i did draw neil a few more times than anyone else thats not an innovade, and sadly only drew chris once for her bday 😭 IVE REALLY GOT TO DRAW HER MORE shes so cute and fun to draw..

my opinions of neil were very rocky at the start and i didnt like him AND IT WASNT EVEN HIS FAULT 😭 i first played dwg3 before watching anything gundam related at all (and then started by watching 00); i didnt know which lockon stratos was in dwg3 but he was kind of annoying to me </3 and because i couldnt tell them apart i just supposed it was neil and hereby disliked him 😭 well . that one was lyle but i found that out later ... thruout s1 i slowly got to like neil more and more and by s1 finale i was absolutely crushed . my opinions on tieria may also be foreverchanging, but one thing we share for sure is that we hated neil till he died then just didnt anymore </3

chris i liked a lot from the beginning because of how easygoing and nice she was with everyone, and in more ways than one she reminded me of myself 🥺 i also dont really see very often characters that like coding or technical stuff & are extroverted & like fashion so this felt like a win for me.. finally... some representation (real). this all and her whole thing with weekly crushes is so 😭😭 when she first saw johann and got a pic with him IMMEDIATELY and thought he was hot n then got sad that he was evil and fucked up was so me 🙏 so with how much chris meant to me & how they basically replaced her with mileina that i do not like for variety of reasons was my personal 9/11 for this anime

now besides these two i also hold quite literally majority of all characters in high regard. i love patrick a lot for being funniest guy around & kati his not bayonetta badass wife ... i dont usually do shipping but theyre really so cute together i always go 🥺🥺🥺 when they were just happy together. saji and louise too !!!! the whole story with how their relationship changed and evolved was so great and i was hooked. marie is absolutely one of my favorites in terms of backstory & the peak of s2 to me (yes ... despite the innovators because i didnt like a lot of handling of them 😭) — i really didnt care all that much about soma in s1 and then they elevated that so hard in s2. i am not a person that holds family things in high regard due to my own personal bad experiences, but besides her backstory with allelujah, the scenes between her and becoming smirnov's family were always so dear to me whenever we got them 🥺 this was also really just from a little side thing of the extra s2 chibi animation, but that scenario of them all taking a trip to heaven and marie making andrei talk to his parents and them getting all together was so sweet as well i love loved that one ...

despite it all, i also truly believe graham is best boy of the entire 00 series. this guys so peak i dont even know where to begin; the bond between him and his other squadron members was so good. it was a real shame they kind of had to go 😭 his love for the flags was also so real... and this guys VERY good at what hes doing, like my guy could fight off whole gundams with gn drives in some far underdeveloped flags. i know some people didnt like the turn they went for with him in s2 where he became weeb supreme but i thought it was so funny 🙏 MR BUSHIDO LOVE. he also got a super cool custom ms so i gotta give it to him ... all & all as well, this guy then sacrificed himself, died a hero, and was so cool he just came back to life to become a new meister. how can any other guy in this beat THAT ☝️

for the rest of meisters, i am sorry everyone. i did not care about setsuna that much </3 i acknowledge him and his greatness and how much hes helped multiple people here, but whenever they just wanted to mirror setsuna and saji i always ended up being more interested in saji im sorry 😭 ; allelujah is a little guy i just felt sorry for the entire time for literally everything . all the way from the start from the debacle with tieria that was so crazy to the hallelujah struggles to then having to also struggle with soma 😭 this guys just the real struggler. the supreme struggler of all time. i hope he gets some rest he really needs it asap ; lyle i used to not like because of . how he even started off in the scene with feldt </3 AND I LOVE FELDT like get ur hands off her omg ... but he did grow from then and i think hes pretty epic now, him killing off ali was also super satisfying in the end of it all :)

for the rest of ptolemy, talked briefly about feldt above, i think shes great but also her changing crushes between meisters was so funny 😭 like you go girlie i guess ... ! she tried her best . her holding the crew in such high regards as her own family was very wholesome 🥺 LICHTY 😭 lichty was so funny too and. well. LIKE I GET IT i get the drama that went down in s1 but i wish it didnt have to end like that skllwmegj😭😭😭😭 i wish theyd just have a near death experience and then him and chris could just get to be happy together after but i guess not 😔 sumeragi & kati's intertwined backstories we got to know more of thru s2 were really cool to see, and billy's love for her punched me and kicked me into a wall. this man loved her SO much its unreal . hes such a good guy 😭 (which it kind of ticks me off he ended up with mina ........... LIKE COULD YOU GUYS NOT FIND A MORE NORMAL PERSON FOR HIM 😭 i think he deserved better but thats just my personal opinion ... im sure theres a lot of people out there who want mina right NOW and would disagree. so this ones for u guys . if u think shes epic and cool then i guess he got peak ! good for him) ; other unmentioned members i had no real big opinion on 😭😭😭😭 i sometimes even forget lasse exists i am sorry . hes done nothing wrong just left absolutely no opinion on me 🙇‍♀️

now im not gonna detail THE REST as well but again i literally hold everyone in high or at least neutral regard from ali to whatever the name of the a-laws blond evil guy was im sorry 🙏 the only two i can even say i dislike in the slightest are mileina and alejandro 😭 which is such a duo out of every character in this to tie together . i know . but yeah i hope you enjoyed the sumi rambles 00 NO INNOVADES edition 👍👍 i tried to be as true to myself and my opinions as possible so heres all of them . on paper. digital tumblr paper

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hii i just finished ur baby kevin fic and i love how you write!! like genuinely u described things so well and ur characterization was so on point as well as being sooo funny and sweet :) ur voice and love for kevin really came thru. thank u so much such a delightful fic im totally gonna binge read the rest of ur stuff <3

AHH THANK YOU!!!!! something that i really kept thinking to myself as i was rereading babykevin fic is that for a fic where (the adult) kevin is hardly present, it really feels like a love letter 2 kevin day in my head..... perhaps its because neil is fond of him and you can tell through his narration or something else altogether, but i think this fic is easily one of the most loving ive written about kevin.......... i couldnt show more of my hand if i tried.... im even a little embarrassed

“The evil creature that was making him so scared was actually…” Neil pauses for emphasis, “...a dog. It was a big one. We’re not sure how it got into the Foxhole Court in the first place, but this person, this simple person, who only had bad memories of getting bitten by a dog as a child, was unwilling to cross this dog’s path so he could go home.” [...] He swipes his thumb under Kevin’s eye; a soft motion. “We did. Of course we did. We teased him the entire way home about it, but that’s the point, isn’t it? We still went back for him. We still sent the dog away.”

IM REALLY not sure if its the idea of their dynamic mellowed down to what a child can understand but i think there has never been dialogue (written by me!) so loving about kevin day before... im not sure. i was overcome by my fondness of him when i wrote it i suppose

“His food is really terrible, though. Nothing like what Andrew makes you. You’d have to pretend to like it.” “Why eat it if it’s bad?” Kevin asks, looking more and more curious about his older self the longer Neil talks about him. Neil is not surprised to think that he could do this for much longer. The ache of missing Kevin subdues when it is shared aloud. “Well, because he goes through all the trouble of making it for you, so how could you dare not eat it?” He crouches down to be Kevin’s height, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “And sometimes, if you give him critique, he’ll go try to fix it right away. Last time I said it was a bit stale, and he added so much salt I had to cough out the rest.” Kevin hesitates. “Was it better?” “No. God, no, it was worse. Stale was a compliment; it was too salty.” “But… you ate it.” “I suppose I did,” Neil agrees. He really had — scraped his bowl clean, too. Choked it down like a man, much to Andrew’s chagrin. “He put in a lot of work. It’d be a waste if I didn’t eat it. And, well, whatever. I wanted him to be happy with himself.”

like :-) anyway sorry about this all its just that you saying this really made me want to talk about it..... i fear everyone is going to know im fond of kevin day now...