#whatevah! not my problem

[boyfrogsims]

stardew valley sims: shane

i thought i’d finally start uploading the sims from my stardew valley series on tiktok, starting with shane! you can find him on the gallery under the hashtag #boyfrogsims or on my profile, id: boyfrogsims

shane hair (sfs)

requires get to work 

one swatch 

shane jacket (sfs)

mesh by gohliad (included)

bgc

one swatch 

cc list: 

skinblend | contacts | nose mask | contour | eye bags | eye bags 2 | blush | stretchmarks | shorts (reuploaded) | earrings | eye preset | nose preset | 

[6okuto]

flop post moodboard

[legboats]

currently typing this on my new keyboard!! how fun :)

about to turn off the computer I've had for almost 10 years now for the last time. She was gettin slow so I figure its the smart thing to do to replace 'er before she died on me but it's sad to see the old girl go

[123puppy]

(Im)proper Meeting

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Angel Dust, Lucifer Morningstar, Husk

TW: Suggested/Implied sexual content, drinking

Note: Oh I'm sure there are mistakes in this, know that half was written while sleep deprived and the other half is me being out of it but trying to write something cool and coherent.

Angel Dust wasn't expecting Hell's King to be sitting at the bar. Well, he can't say he expected anything from the smaller man he's never met until the day he came to the hotel.

The spider isn't one to snoop into people's business or hang around to gossip unless he wanted to get drunk and lay down with someone to fuck his problems away, or make it worse.

He wanted to drink and harass his one and only favorite bartender, but he looks preoccupied. Okay, maybe he'll get lucky with the King himself.

He strolls on over and Husk glares his way.

"It's you..." He hissed.

"It's me~" Angel gushed. He takes a seat next to Lucifer, winking down at him. "Hello again, Short King."

Lucifer sputters and Angel just grins. The blush that's already there because of the glass he's nursing in one hand grows dark and the cutie even gets the hiccups. This man is irresistible without even trying.

"Don't call me that. It's Lucifer... please." Angel looks back in surprise, hearing the soft sad undertone to his plea. Something in Angel tells him to reconsider his advances if the pathetic state of said King is anything to go by. Why else would he be here?

"Alright, Luci. Whatevah you want." Angel says, coy but soft. The shorter male grumbles. "You mind pourin' me a glass, Huskie? I need a pick-me-up. I'll make it worth your while~"

"No."

Angel's eyes pop open, smile tight. "Come again?"

"Fuck. No," The cat raises the small glass in front of him, seeing Angel's angry expression morph through the glass. "Ya' used up ya' points this week."

"What!? Since when!?"

"Since now. Charlie's been seein' how you've been riggin' the points on the whiteboard. You ain't slick, Webs." Husk glares back at Angel's angry eyes.

Then the spider smirks. "My body is as slick as my-Ow!"

Lucifer blinks at the rag the cat once held get tossed at the Porn Star's face, the force throwing said spider off the stool and onto the pristine floor. He giggles at the display, nuzzling deep into his arms as the buzz of the alcohol begins to take hold of his senses.

Husker sets the clean cup down with the rest behind the counter, "Get outta 'ere. You'll get ya' overly sweet drink next week. I'm 'bout to close up."

"Aww come on Husk! Just one drink!"

No matter how much he begged, moaned or groaned, the cat was having none of it. Then he remembered the other patron and quickly snaps to attention, crawling seductively towards Lucifer.

"Ay, baby, you mind sharin' the goods with me?" Angel rests a pink gloved hand on Lucifer's thigh and the man jumps.

"Uhhhhh, I-I-I uhhh...!"

The drink Lucifer had in his hand disappears and the shorter man looks at his empty hand in confusion.

"Hey, that's-" Angel shuts his mouth when the serious look Husk throws him sends a shiver down his spine, and not in a sexual way.

"Don't."

"Killjoy...," The spider pouts, but blinks when the hand he had on Lucifer's thigh is peeled away, and held close to the King's face, eyes big and curious. Cute.

"How's 'bout you take His Majesty t' his room?" Husk's scowl gets dark, "An' no funny business. I'll tell Charlie you brought 'im up because he's wasted as shit. G'night kid. Sleep well, ya' highness."

Husk walks out from behind the counter with a bottle in his paw, downing the drink as he disappears to his room for the night, leaving the two patrons out in the lounge.

"Fuck me...," Angel says, begrudgingly getting to his feet. He gently coaxes Lucifer down from the stool and corales him upstairs and towards the elevator. He presses a button, hoping he's got the right floor, before letting said King mess with his multitude of hands as the elevator climbs up a few floors.

"Hey."

The spider looks down. Lucifer is staring up at him with wonder and Angel isn't sure how to take it, so he looks away, shifting nervously.

"Heeeyyy don't ignore meee...!" Lucifer whines, gripping the top set of Angel's arms and letting himself fall backwards. Angel grunts, surprised by the weight from such a small character that he has to use his bottom set of arms to grip the railings to keep from falling over.

"Ok ok, just get back up here! No offense, but you ain' lighta' than a featha', Kingie."

Lucifer complies and pulls on Angel's wrist to give himself the momentum to crash into Angel's stomach, quickly throwing his arms around his lithe waist.

"Jeez, clingy much?" Angel chuckles, resting one hand on Luci's head. The elevator dings and the doors open. When trying to move, Lucifer whines, feet planted firmly in place.

Angel sighs, "Y'know for a guy that rules ova' hell and considered' all-powerful an' shit, you're a clingy brat." He probably should never have said that to a royal's (especially one that rules all of Hell) face but the shorter man is wasted as fuck so he says what is true under the assumption of the other forgetting everything that's said tonight. With that said, Angel uses all four limbs to scoop up the smaller man. "It's fuckin' adorable~" Yeah, he won't remember any of this.

Once he finds Lucifer's room, having a golden plate on the door with his name literally engraved on it, Angel opens the door and marvels at the room. Nothing is less than expected of the King of Hell himself. Luxurious furniture, a large crimson bed with many pillows and soft-looking blankets, ducks(?) piled into all four corners, a workbench with duck parts strewn on it, and a door that no doubt held a bathroom.

If only he could get a feel for the bed, but alas, he mustn't. But he can dream, oh he can.

He attempts to put Lucifer down on the bed but the arms that found themselves around his neck won't budge when he goes to pull away.

"Is this you inviting me into your bed, Kingie?" Angel purrs, though his top set of arms are fighting to pull the arms off him. Christ on a stick, this guy is strong!

"Yes." Woah okay, not the answer he expected to hear from the King.

"Heh, such a flatterer." He yanks Lucifer's arms away from him. "I do appreciate your advances, sweetheart, truly an honour, but uh..." Angel jumps when Lucifer grabs his wrists.

"Stay." Angel blinks, shocked. The alcohol has a grip on the man alright.

"I can't, Your Highness. You're, well you're Charlie's dad and I don't wanna, y'know."

"Please." Angel looks at Lucifer, really looks into his eyes. They appear to be clearer, shiny. Big and pleading. Desperate. "Please stay."

"Fuck..." A groan from the spider demon is his answer and Angel rearranges them to get underneath the covers, "We're just cuddling, nothin' below the waistline, got it?"

A big dopey smile plasters into on Lucifer's face, "I love to cuddle~" With a shaky snap of his thumb and pointer finger, he's in nothing but a red shirt with a duck on it (what's with this guy and ducks?) and downy pants. They appear to be made of silk.

Angel chuckles, removing his shoes under the covers and throwing them on the floor, "I don't doubt it, suga'. So, big spoon or little spoon?"

Lucifer made his decision by crawling onto Angel and resting his head on the soft fluff of the Porn Star's chest.

"Held." He mumbles, eyes shut.

Angel snickers, adjusting the man in his arms and getting himself situated with the pillows around him. "I can't wait to tell Charlie about this."

[ur-fav-sugardaddy-situation]

Ay Wallace,

I'm yer stunt double or whatevah, and I gotsa major problem.

So like, when you's likes a guy, whatcha do?

-Mr. Danny James, the Straight Wallace his self 📏

Uh…Hmm..

Oh! You’re that straight guy they casted as me, before you were demoted to Stunt double!

Hey Dude-..

Well if you’re a guy who like as guy, I’m not-so sorry to tell you that: You aren’t-so straight, my guy.

Who is this mystery boy-crush you have though? I’m curious

-W.W.

[poorlittlevampire]

i keep seeing people say the event sucks and it’s boring and feels like a chore to complete the goals but like. the goals are just the regular gameplay????? its making outfits and sending likes and visiting showrooms like... if that’s boring to u then i don’t think u like the game as much as you claim to. the event is not boring to me bc i am having fun doing the goals since thats what i’d be doing in game regardless. and the rewards are really good!!! idk i just think people are being so negative abt the game across the board and it’s getting really annoying 😭😭😭

okay fashion dreamer event suspended for technical difficulties but can i take a min to complain...

[r0ttingsystem]

You and me both drink our probs away hehehe my rum and vodka and your whatevah lol <3

(Be safe buddy, being drunk and regressed is not all it's cracked up to be :hearthands:)

God I wish I had some vodka rn, the only alcohol we had in The house was wine because nobody else has a drinking problem

You be safe too bud <3322

[fattypat-rick-ty]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! 😤🏃🏽🗡️⚔️💀🤮😭

Okay so I ate the rest of my food and when I was heating it up and prepping everything I felt fine and when I sat down and started eating I thought “alright! This is gonna be smoooth we’re gonna eat no problem life is good” then bam two bites later and I just wanted to hurry and I started eating fast to get it over with. I noticed how fast I was eating and I kept reminding myself to cheeww. Couple more bites and I started getting annoyed and couldn’t keep from stuffing my face hoping to get the job done already. Started asking myself “what the fuck is this even for?!” [I know what, I just didn’t want to eat no more 😭💀] then by the time I was done I was all “Finally!” I didn’t think it was a big deal but I was still pretty annoyed but when I set the plate down I scared myself cause to my surprise I was more upset than I thought and I scared myself 😭😭 slammed it down a lit-tle bit too hard 😂. But thankfully it’s over now.. I hate everything but I also feel princessy for committing and following through so whatevah 😤✨

All the time

I’m grateful all the time

I’m sexy and I’m kind

I’m pretty when I cry

[brooklynislandgirl]

56. State 8 facts about your body 81. Who are five people you find attractive? 83. Who was your first kiss with?

Generating Steam Heat || Accepting

Okay, okay. So she should have known better than to play her brother's game, though if she had to pick the perfect person, she'd always choose Chris. Neither of them were really habitual drinkers, and maybe that's what appealed to her over the sort of truth-or-dare situation. Sitting on cushions around her coffee table, her fingertips hovered over the rim of one of the shot-glasses strategically placed halfway between them in a line. Each one filled with raspberry-vanilla vodka, chill to the touch.

Her eyes narrow. Three strikes and she was out. She'd have to take a drink. But if she answered truthfully, then it was Chris' turn in the hot-seat. Had he forgotten just how competitive she was?

"Hrm. Okay so...one...I got a turtle tattoo on my back lef' hip. Inside its shell is our main eight islands of Hawai'i an' a hibiscus flower... so I'll always be close t' home. Two: I got t'ree studs on da inner curve of my front right hip." He already knows about the tattoo, he's seen it before. But the dermal piercings? New. Ish. "Three... my lef' leg is little shorter dan my right one, because of muscle atrophy aftah I got bitten by dat shark, an' t' save it...dey had to...well anyway." Whenever she wore something short, which was more or less rare for her, Beth tended to hide the scar behind an fairly impressive illusion spell, and her limp was only really noticible at the end of a long shift at the hospital. "Four: my eyes are green but also brown, 'cause I got central heterochromia. So did Andy. Dependin' on da light, dey can look more one colour or da oddah. Five: I was born wi' Turner Syndrome, which makes me short, infertile, prone to bone density issues, heart problems, an' gives dat little bit of a webbin' to my neck. Six: aftah I found out I got strong mana, I nevah scar an' rarely get sick. My body naturally heal itself, or ward off whatevah ick is goin' round. Seven: I can shape-shift into any kine dat is alive, plant or animal or even anoddah human. An' finally...eight. I'm totally allergic t' latex."

That is a lot to take in, and she's sure Chris is going to have questions, later. But that's one home-run for her, with two bases loaded. "Five people I find attractive? I mean dat's kind of unfair, really, all da kine considah." She doesn't know that she can think of five people who she finds romantically or sexually appealing, at least not if they have to be real. "So... One: Eddie Veddah. Two: You. T'ree: Hawai'ian Jesus...I mean Jason Momoa. Four... Westley from da Princess Bride. An' five..." She starts to lift the shot-glass. Then sets it down. "Oh, oh... Doc Holiday from Tombstone."

Two runs, and sliding for home... "An' finally, you know my first...an' only kiss...so far...was you when we were what? Twelve? T'irteen?" If feels like forever ago when they were young and curious and wanted to see what it was like but needing the comfort of someone they trusted with their very lives, because at that age...everything is the most dramatic thing in the world. "An' I'm still sorry about bitin' you. It was an accident ya know an'...an' I'm glad it nevah scar." The last bit is said softly. Earnestly. And clearly by the blush on her cheeks, she's still ashamed. She hides it behind the list of questions they have on the same paper they're keeping score on.

"13. Do you get jealous easily? 31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl? 71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?"

And maybe she's a little smug, because she sees victory in sight.

[just-some-random-blogger]

good morning (or day or evening), lovie!! its your prodigal muning. im so sorry i didnt answer you yesterday TT i really am soso sorry TT ive started reading your message ans then the classes, then my focusing attention problems, then homework and these problems with attention and poof! its already 5 a.m. and i realise oh fuck i havent answered you TT and i still overslept today TT but its ok i managed to come on time. oooh its cute to know youve got your love for music from your mom. im sure you look just as cute playing piano as this kitty in the gif) sure your mom wanted the best but im sorry for your trauma. i believe in your skills. since you attached this gif with 13th doctor who, im now thinking about her being the most similar to matts doctor.. you should see yourself :) 'WHY AM I CRUEL THIS TIME' deprive people of your gorgeous voice 'its so much easier to believe in God than yourself' sounds.. yk sincere and so deeply thoughtful like in these films where a persons going to die in a day and needs to live the whole life in this restricted time. in the best way possible. sounds good. it seems like all people from the south are so... warm? shdjd sorry. no but really. all of you have so chilly and kinda hippie vibes. it sounds so real and so true but i really cant imagine myself giving this world so much love. your so lovie-lovie and its so cute and right. love can save the world. приятного аппетита. 24/7. 'in my head its canon' is it time for me to say smth like i have a vodka-gun and a domesticated bear?... owww all your dishes look so good and tasty, i like the pics fhdjs. wowoow ginataang looks really good. and its interesting too learn its like.. etymology. and even more when youre reasoning it yourself. 'ITS ULAM AND ITS WHAT WE EAT WITH RICE' smth like main dish?.. not like i think you dont know this word but im trying to understand.. like the main.. not sweet dish before the dessert? its cute to learn the difference, thanks for your efforts and explainings, hottie-cutie! i like learning what your fav food is too hdjfk. and about this food too. this thing about saying things twice TT cute actually most of the ingredients you mention are so unusual to me that i have to search for each one of them... 'you know that right?' I KNOW NOTHING TT but alright i still have google... sorry but 'nata de coco' sounds so bossy. fjdhdhs SORRY. i dont want to sound so childish but its my first thought. tbh i used to hate coconuts... now i feel neutral, not like coconuts are common here anyway... i feel like i need to give more feedback but im so into all the information you give. like reallyreally educational. 'I GOT SIDE TRACKED SO BADLY' its alright!! i like following your way of thinking!! when i searched for taro (yes idk whats it) i got tarot cards... maybe because in russian it doesnt have t and is literally taro lol...yeah i GOT confused but not bc of the night.... 'GAbi is the food gaBI is night' very educational. thaks for the efforts! i appreciate how much time you give me<з 'i gotta get this right cos she good at history or whatevah' FHSJKHD loll i have no dates in my brain. oh no i remember some that are connected with literature and the year of baptism of Rus. but its interesting, go on. 'this is how i explain stuff to my classmates' one big brain cell. i explain things like that tbh. my literature teacher always laugh at me bc of the way i describe things when were talking informally. and this cunning spain.... wow and its really interesting to know about your languages story! ig ive learnt more now than during all the scool years... you have all rights to curse these 3 idiots! like?? its really irritating when smn corrects you on the thing you know like your hmm... mother tongue??? that stereotype that americans are (a little)... uneducated... and youre telling a person their first language is wrong? dk about all americans but these definately fit the stereotype. i feel like tumblr will see the message as too long again so see you in the part 2!

MUNING YOURE HOME I CAN STO SAYING PSPSSPSPPSPSSPSPSPSPSPSPPSSP NOW

😌 love letter toime

its your prodigal muning. im so sorry i didnt answer you yesterday TT i really am soso sorry TT ive started reading your message ans then the classes, then my focusing attention problems, then homework and these problems with attention and poof! its already 5 a.m. and i realise oh fuck i havent answered you TT and i still overslept today TT but its ok i managed to come on time.

u and i are so twins thats smth i would do/probably have done with a lot of things. you dont have to apologize. i figured about as much when i didnt receive anything.

truthfully though, i was kinda sad yesterday so when you didnt message me T_T i didnt have anyone to talk to T_T i felt like crying yesterday (i figured it was cos i was hungry) but then i realized i have no friends T_T the friends i do have are from my old school and idk i find instant messages easily exhausting. IDK IDK IDK which is why im so excited to read letter from you! anyway it was also because my class yesterday was songwriting and i didnt know anyone there T_T it's giving T_T lonely.

if you apologize for making me sad, 🤬 dont its not ur fault. it was me being hungry and having no friends in that class then being sad i spent all that money on food T_T /LASHfhas/fhashfa f

oooh its cute to know youve got your love for music from your mom. im sure you look just as cute playing piano as this kitty in the gif) sure your mom wanted the best but im sorry for your trauma. i believe in your skills.

trust me i look like this when i play

HAHAHHHAHHAHH. i'm a jazz player (thats a music joke meaning you keep hitting the wrong notes HAHHAHAHA [but also jazz players do really play with like ... 'out of key' sounding things but its not out of key, i have no idea how else to explain it without getting too technical]). of course my mom wanted the best for me, but T_T it still hurts she my mummy T_T. thank you for believing in my skills. i believe in my skills more and more everyday

since you attached this gif with 13th doctor who, im now thinking about her being the most similar to matts doctor.. you should see yourself :)

SHE LOOKS LIKE A SWEETIE CUPCAKE!!! but also you watch doctor who ALSO ALSO NO i refuse to watch doctor who................

'WHY AM I CRUEL THIS TIME' deprive people of your gorgeous voice

T_T IM TRYING I WILL POST ANOTHER SONG TOMORROW and i will make sure i look prettier lol HAHAHHAHAHAHAH idk its hard to keep my yt alive. i have this cover of les miserables but i haved edited it yet and you reminded me i wanted to do that.

OMG OMG IS THERE A SONG YOU WANT ME TO SING!!!!!?????? 🤩🤩🤩 even if its russian i'll sing it for you (but i beg not like the rap you shared i am not a rapper T_T) i will say if it is in russian you must give me a while to learn it.

'its so much easier to believe in God than yourself' sounds.. yk sincere and so deeply thoughtful like in these films where a persons going to die in a day and needs to live the whole life in this restricted time. in the best way possible. sounds good.

💀😭🤣💀😭🤣 I UNDERSTAND EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEAN BUT YOUR ANALOGY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. well im glad it sounds sincere because it is. i mean it with my whole chest

it seems like all people from the south are so... warm? shdjd sorry. no but really. all of you have so chilly and kinda hippie vibes. it sounds so real and so true but i really cant imagine myself giving this world so much love. your so lovie-lovie and its so cute and right. love can save the world.

T_T pEOPLE IN THE SOUTH ARE WARM HAHAHHHAHAHH im honored to have helped you make such an assumption about us but i can assure you not everyone is warm here, some are so hot they are practically burning with the devil T_T I LOVE THAT YOU THINK IM CHILL AND A HIPPIE HAHAHHAHAH i would say i have no chill and am quite radical. if my parents would allow me, i would march during protests but theyre afraid i might get hurt, also im afraid i would get hurt but i just think its so important to fight and speak about what you believe in!!!!! LOVE WILL OVERCOME THE WORLD!!!!!

well the truth is, no one can really give the WORLD love... unless ur secretly Jesus but you know what, giving 1 person (like me!!! <3) your love (WHICH YOU ALREADY DO!!!) changes my WHOLE world <3 <3 <3 o(*￣▽￣*)ブ it always starts with one thing. one little thing

it reminds me of this post about how pets are only there for a part of your life but you are there for their entire life T_T

i try not to think about that too much cos ill cry.

so yeah dont beat yourself up for not changing the world or not being able to love the whole world, you'll burn yourself with that. a little goes a long way and you;ll find it becomes easier each time

приятного аппетита. 24/7.

HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

'in my head its canon' is it time for me to say smth like i have a vodka-gun and a domesticated bear?

I WOULD LOVE IT IF YOU UNIRONICALLY SAID YOU HAD A DOMESTICATED BEAR IF DEADLY WHY FRIEND SHAPED i dont care for vodka or guns so /:

owww all your dishes look so good and tasty, i like the pics fhdjs. wowoow ginataang looks really good. and its interesting too learn its like.. etymology. and even more when youre reasoning it yourself.

im glad you think so!!! that you like the pics and you think ginataang looks good and the etymology and how im reasoning it HAHAHH

'ITS ULAM AND ITS WHAT WE EAT WITH RICE' smth like main dish?.. not like i think you dont know this word but im trying to understand.. like the main.. not sweet dish before the dessert? its cute to learn the difference, thanks for your efforts and explainings, hottie-cutie!

i guess you could say main dish. i remember when i was younger during the high school musical era, vanessa hudgens said in an interview once she eats a lot of rice because she's filipino and i was like ???? mom wtf does she mean and my mom went oh they dont eat rice and I WAS SO CONCERNED FOR EVERYONE WHO WASNT FILIPINO BECAUSE SHE SAID WE WERE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DID THAT I WAS SO CONFUSED LIKE ALSKHFAHSFASH it took me years to understand what my mom meant LOL cos in the ph when we say we're going to eat rice that means were eating a meal cos yeah everything is eaten with rice here it feels incomplete if you dont. so she meant they eat meals just without rice WHICH SOUNDS ILLEGAL T_T

let me give a clearer example ig. so in the morning when you wake up, if you decide to have idk a sausage youd maybe eat only a sausage right??? or ok maybe with bread. idk in the ph if you dont eat smth with rice (unless ur eating with bread) and you just eat the sausage by itself it's called like papak which basically means youre not eating something properly youre just snacking on it when you could just eat it as a meal IDK o(≧口≦)o its so hard to explain

ok now i have to further explain papak, it could also mean like you have a food item you want to eat but you eat a bit then leave it then come back to it then leave it or youre yeah just not EATING PROPERLY OK I GIVE UP GOOD NIGHT

i like learning what your fav food is too hdjfk. and about this food too. this thing about saying things twice TT cute

IM GLAD YOU LIKE LEARNING ABOUT MY FAV FOOD I HAVE SO MUCH MORE I WANT TO SHARE :LASFHASFASFHASFHLASFHF also yeah its pretty funny how we say things twice HIHIH AHAHAHAH we do that for emphasis, like kabang-kaba where kaba means nervous and the added -ng is just a connector. it's our equivalent of very but we dont have very AHHAHAH we just repeat the word, so if you want to say youre very very very very very nervous you can say KABANG-KABANG-KABANG-KABANGKABANGKABGNANGKANG-KABA ako (ako is 'I' lol)

actually most of the ingredients you mention are so unusual to me that i have to search for each one of them... 'you know that right?' I KNOW NOTHING TT but alright i still have google...

AHHAHAHAHA i hope you enjoyed researching them at least HAHAHAHHA ALSO?????? YOU DONT KNOW WHAT FLAN IS ??? PLOT TWIST???!?!?!? I thought you would know it because its like.... spanish ??? european ??? HAHDKHADHLADHAD AD:HAD: thats on me 😩😞 i assumed T_T HAHAHAHAH i hope you looked it up! hahhaahahahhaHAHAHAH

sorry but 'nata de coco' sounds so bossy. fjdhdhs SORRY.

HAHHAHHAHAHAAH YOU DONT HAVE TO APOLOGIZE THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE HEARD ALL DAY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHY DOES IT SOUND BOSSY HAHHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAAHH THATS SO ??? HAHHA WEIRD DOES IT HAVE A RUSSIAN EQUIVALENT THAT MAKES IT SOUND LIKE THAT TO YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i think it derived from spanish ?? idk nata = nut then coco= coconut? idk i just assume

i dont want to sound so childish but its my first thought. tbh i used to hate coconuts... now i feel neutral, not like coconuts are common here anyway... i feel like i need to give more feedback but im so into all the information you give. like reallyreally educational. 'I GOT SIDE TRACKED SO BADLY' its alright!! i like following your way of thinking!!

NO BUT SAME i dont like... processed flavored coconuts lashflkhasfhaslafh its kind of the same way i feel about bananas it just so FAKE??????????? and why ruin it just eat a banana if you want a banana and eat a coconut if you want to eat a coconut. i will say there are again some exceptions to the coconut thing but yeah lasfkhasfas. you dont have to give more feedback no pressure HAHAHAH im glad to receive a reply at all my brain is just like I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS PERFECTLY BECAUSE THIS PERSON HAS NO IDEA WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT AND IF I EXPLAIN THIS WRONG THEIR UNDERSTANDING WILL FOREVER BE WRONG FOREVER UNLESS SOMEONE CORRECTS THIS KNOWLEDGE I HAVE IMPARTED

when i searched for taro (yes idk whats it) i got tarot cards... maybe because in russian it doesnt have t and is literally taro lol...yeah i GOT confused but not bc of the night.... 'GAbi is the food gaBI is night' very educational. thaks for the efforts!

well i did not forsee taro being the hinderance HAHAHAHAHAH so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ at least im still educational love that for me

i appreciate how much time you give me<з

of course i love you <3 💗💗💗💖💖💖💖

while we're here let me share another food HIHIIHIHIHHHHIIH

this is called KARE-KARE HAHAHAHAH but las;hf;lahsflas i dont think it has a meaning T_T but its on theme it's repeated twice but ???? idk i dont think it has meaning AHHAHAHAH

ASHF:ASHF:AF AF:ASF IM LOVE IT its not a dessert its an ulam. ALSO GOOGLE SAID IT WAS AS STEW???? NOW IM SO CONFUSED ISNT STEW LIKE A SOUP ASKHFAS ahhhh nvm google defines stew as 'a dish of meat and vegetables cooked slowly in liquid in a closed dish or pan.'

google is so correct that is what karekare is <3

so this typically cooked with beef/tuwalya or pork but ig you could cook it with... sheep/goat or chicken but i told my mom i wanted karekare once and she was like red meat is expensive and i was like we can make chicken and she got mad at me so ig not chicken AHHAHAHA.

ok now tuwalya^^^^^^, the first time i tried it, i hated it T_T also i was so confused why it was called that because tuwalya is towel ????? like wtf why would you call it that. anyway the not towel tuwalya is apparently cow stomach (LOL I LOVE THAT IDK IT HAHAHAH) but yeah its pretty tough and super chewy which was why i hated it at first i was like YOU HAVE DESECRATED MY BELOVED DISH but now i LOVE tuwalya and i go ??? yall didnt put tuwalya in this tsk tsk L (also apparently its ox tripe?? but do we even have ox in the ph????? HAHHAAH:ASHFHaslfhashfhasfla)

anyway it usually has vegtables cooked with it like pechay (bok choy????? [i only know this word cos of plants vs zombies HAHHAHAH]) wtf google said its cabbage but thats false im ??? ig maybe pechay is a type of cabbage. ig it is buk choy

this ^^^ (above) is pechay and sitaw (string beans) YOU SHOULD HAVE STRING BEANS RIGHT LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND SAY YOU DONT KNOW WHAT STRING BEANS IS

anyway this is sitaw. HAHAHHAH then eggplant PLS YOU HAVE EGGPLANTS IM SURE.

also in the pic for karekare the circle ones on the side that kinda look like onions those are puso ng saging which would be heart of banana in english LOL i think its called that because thats like the core of the... the tree?? or the soft part of the-

hollup lemme research it

banana blossoms??????? thats what is according to google T_T

OH I GET IT NOW ITS THE REDDISH THING i guess its like the flower of the plant NOW WE BOTH LEARNED SOMETHING AHHAHAH

yeah i dont think ive eaten karekare with puso ng saging but i like puso ng saging HAHAHA

and lastly, the most interesting part of the dish is that its sauce is made of (from what i remember from my mom [ok i searched it to be sure]) its made with onion garlic and.... [drum roll] peanut butter!!!

i dont remember if i was shocked when i first learned this AHHHAHAHA cos i was so young HAHAAHAHAH but yeah peanut sauce and ground peanuts but lol my mom just buys the karakare powder mix HAHHAAHAHAH. ive seen a chef on tv flat out use peanut butter but yeah it'll be sweet if you do that so my mom doesnt do that ig idk i dont remember HAHAHHA

i also ask for this food on my birthday. every day i get to eat karekare is a special day <3

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'i gotta get this right cos she good at history or whatevah' FHSJKHD loll i have no dates in my brain. oh no i remember some that are connected with literature and the year of baptism of Rus. but its interesting, go on.

LOL UR LIKE ME FR I HAVE A 1% retention rate of date AHAHAAH thats being so generous tbh

'this is how i explain stuff to my classmates' one big brain cell. i explain things like that tbh. my literature teacher always laugh at me bc of the way i describe things when were talking informally.

BIG BRAIN THINGS they can laugh but if it works it works

and this cunning spain.... wow and its really interesting to know about your languages story! ig ive learnt more now than during all the scool years...

HHHHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHHAHAHHAH T_T i feel you AHHAHAH i love learning stuff from people who are passionate about what they talk about and the only reason why i retained any of these things was because my teachers who taught me this were amazing T_T

you have all rights to curse these 3 idiots! like?? its really irritating when smn corrects you on the thing you know like your hmm... mother tongue???

very truly annoying when someone is a know it all that knows nothing [inhales deeply] inner peace. i felt way better about them now that ive finished ranting about it. i forgive them (still hard to type a lot of hesitation went into that) ヾ(•ω•`🌸)o anyway if i keep getting mad ill only upset myself so T_T i gotta forgive them for me.

that stereotype that americans are (a little)... uneducated... and youre telling a person their first language is wrong? dk about all americans but these definately fit the stereotype.

👎 doing uncle sam a disservice.... do you know uncle sam means america? HAHAH I only learned that from my mom apparently its a comic person thing but im not interested nor do i care enough to dig deeper into that

i feel like tumblr will see the message as too long again so see you in the part 2!

PART TWO YAY SEE YOU

xxx

[clovermunson]

hi soulmate!! congrats on your huge amount of followers. you rock or whatevah lol jk ILY!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️ ok so sending in two emojis! 🎃 (can i get one from both fandoms? dhdhhd rip– i want to hear your opinion!! 🥺🙊) aaaand 🔮: cancer sun, virgo moon, virgo rising! woohoo, leggo~

hi lovely soulmate!! thank you so much bby, ily!!💕

🎃pumpkin patch- send this in and i’ll ship you with a character from either the harry potter universe or from the mcu (please specify!) and give a few fall activities you’d do together

from the harry potter universe, i have to say i’d honestly ship you with…seamus finnigan! i feel like you’d make a cute pair with the pyromaniac gryffindor that we all know and love❤️ you’d definitely pick some pumpkins together and carve them (making sure to carefully place the candles in them), bake some pumpkin pies together, and no one could convince me that he wouldn’t want to just go jump into a pile of leaves with you just for the hell of it!

from the mcu, for some strange reason…i feel compelled to ship you with the one and only, doctor stephen strange! he’d be a good match in terms of looking for a very balanced relationship, and he’d always put you first. during the fall, you’d make homemade hot cider together, bake some sugar cookies, decorate the house, and end the day with a halloween movie marathon!

🔮astrology assessment- send this in along with your big three (sun, moon, and rising signs) for me to tell you the general vibe i get from you based on that

cancer sun: ooohh, i honestly have never truly had many problems from cancerians. cancer suns are usually very artistic and creative, but also very maternal and nurturing; quite a “mama bear” type of friend! they’re also so caring and concerned for their friends, and that’s what can make a cancer sun one of your best friends!

virgo moon: lunar virgos usually are presented as sympathetic and sensitive souls. while i haven’t met many lunar virgos, i have seen this be the exact case for the few i do know. having a virgo moon may mean that you often care for yourself and others to no end, but don’t let that discourage you!

virgo rising: virgo ascendants typically come off as very modest and tactful, earning themselves the label of “prude”— which honestly couldn’t be more incorrect in most cases. virgo ascendants are trustworthy and thoughtful, often being great advice-givers if the need calls for it.

given these placements and some general facts about them, i would say that you match up pretty well with your big three, and that i mostly get very nurturing and artistic vibes from you, but you also know when to tell someone “no” and not let anyone boss you around! overall, very strong free-spirited and level-headed vibes are what i get from you.

join my halloween sleepover!

[petitprincess1]

My Roommate’s a Demonic Deer Ch3 (1 Week Later)

AO3 Link Summary: Alastor and Anthony watch some TV together and almost get a bit close. Almost... Words: 1,443 Chapter idea was by Bumblebee_97 on AO3. Thank you, hope I did it justice ^^; ~~~ Anthony listened to rain pelt harshly against his windows, making him look at the grey sheet outside his window that showed it was nothing but a gross day. Oftentimes, on days like this, people who worked at his job were able to call out if they wanted to. Business was never booming on rainy/stormy days, but saying that you would never get customers in a porn studio would be an absolute lie. 

He decided to take the day off because he had been working for a whole week straight just to avoid his new, uh, “friend” that he acquired. The man was starting to get sore and he could only take so many days of dealing with drunk men or, if they paid well enough, women. Yeah, Anthony was gonna get yelled at from his boss and probably going to get a slap or two, since he’s the biggest moneymaker there, but it’s nothing he couldn’t handle.

Anthony was texting one of his friends, who sort of knew about the situation he was in, and sent her a crying emoji and that he was hungry.

Cherri: What do you want me to do about it? lol Thought you said that roommate was getting something.

Anthony: Eh, he was or is, but he’s takin’ ages. Plus, he looked pissed when I asked him ta get breakfast.

Cherri: You know, you never told me how he looked or sent a picture. Come on! Tell me something! How does he look? Is he sexy?

Anthony thought for a few seconds and thought past all the weird shit the demon did like the constant death threats, shadows moving around his house, never-ending nightmares, and how Al slept with his eyes open. Other than that shit, Alastor was pretty-

The front door suddenly slammed open...again and Alastor shouted, “I have brought organs!”

Alastor was pretty fucking weird and annoying and stupid and Anthony hated his hair and existence. He sighed as he sent a text to Cherri:

Anthony: He definitely is...something.

Cherri: Oof. Giving many Fs to you, my friendo.

The mortal just sighed as he turned to Al and then flinched when he saw Al carrying a bloody, brown sack into the kitchen. He quickly scrambled out of his bedroom, almost slipping on the hardwood floor from his socks, and shouted, “Hey, what the fuck are ya doin’!? Also, don’t set that shit on the counter!”

Al blinked at him and then just dropped the sack right onto the counter, smirking at the human. He chuckled, “It’s what I said it was, ethel! Organs!”

Anthony ran his hands through his hair, really trying not to rip it out, and sighed heavily, “Ok! I meant what or whose organs are those, ya dumbfuck!”

The radio demon tilted his head and gave an odd staticky purr, walking closer towards the human as his eyes turned to radio dials, “Are you sure you wish to know? I’ll give you extreme detail of what happened, but I will warn you that it is not for the faint of heart~”

Anthony moved away from the demon, until he was backed against the wall. He gulped and laughed nervously, “Heh...no. I’m good. Ya do whatevah ya like.” Alastor’s eyes turned back into regular pupils and he looked down at him with an unimpressed stare, huffing, “Wise choice…”

Once the demon walked away to go back to the...whatever it was that he had in that thing, Anthony went back to his bedroom as silently as he could and went to go check on his phone. He saw three new messages from Cherri.

Cherri: Hey, yo, I was just joking.

Cherri: Come on, man, you ain’t mad, right? Unless your new roommate is cutting you up into little pieces, lol.

Cherri: Shit, I gotta go. Got work. Let me know when he’s done killing you, dude.

Anthony sighed at missing talking to really the only person he can talk to without judgement or wanting to fuck or looking for some score. He got up from his bed, looking at the rain, and figured that he couldn’t just walk away from this madness, so he just decided to watch TV. 

The human went back into the living room/kitchen and saw that what Alastor was pouring out of his bags...was just everyday meats like pork, chicken, and even bacon. Anthony blinked at what he was taking out and shouted at Al, “Wha- What! Why didja-”

The radio demon looked over his shoulder to the human and had an even bigger grin on his face, “What? Did you expect other kinds of organs? You’re so silly, Tony! Hahahaha!”

Anthony stared at the demon, wishing that he could just burn a hole to the back of his head, and he ended up typing a reply to Cherri.

Anthony: I fucking hate this guy. ~~~ After breakfast, Anthony was just watching Netflix in the living room, not really paying attention to the scary movie. He didn’t even really read the name or what it was about, he just liked going in blind when it came to horror films. Although, it was proving to be just some slasher flick, not even that great of a killer. The people that the killer was getting were fucking stupid anyway. They were- “Making too much noise. Of course he’s easily able to slaughter you, such annoying catches. If anything, cutting or burning the tongues would be quite merciful.”

The mortal jumped at seeing the radio demon sitting close to him and asked, “When didja get over here?”

Alastor narrowed his smile a bit, making Anthony know that he was going to hear some sarcastic comment...and then made him wonder how he knew what Al’s smiles meant. The demon mocked, “My, you are full of boring questions today.”

The human gave a tired groan and just shook his head, not really wanting to bother with the demon and trying to understand him fully. However, it did hit him when he was critiquing the murderer in the movie. It felt less like someone judging the tropes or cliches and more like someone who has had experience. Granted, Anthony couldn’t judge too harshly, considering the family he came from, but...it just felt different. Especially since he didn’t feel like he could die with them.

Anthony took a deep breath and just went back to watching the tv, not really wanting to egg the man on. ~~~ He wasn’t sure when or who started it, but him and Alastor somehow had scooted closer to each other. They were still watching slasher and horror flicks, but it wasn’t like he was afraid of anything that was happening on the TV. Yet, here he was, right next to the demon that probably could rip his liver out. Hell...that could be why he moved so close to him. Although, the man was very nice to lean up against. A nice warmth came off of him and he smelt like nice cologne...with a mixture of raw meat, but that's fine...ish.

Alastor was mumbling to himself about certain scenes that were going on. Sometimes it was about what he would do or correcting the killer’s behavior or even flat out complaining about the whole thing. Normally, Anthony would hate people talking during a movie, but he oddly found it interesting and comforting. Plus, he wanted to ask him something.

Anthony looked up at Al and questioned, “Uh...yeah, Al, do...uh...were ya human once?”

Alastor didn’t seem to notice the closeness, still looking ahead, but he still responded, “Why, yes, I was.”

“When didja die?”

“1930s, dear boy.”

Anthony gulped as he shifted a bit in the chair and then asked what he had been thinking, “Uh...wh-what didja, uh...do ta...ya know, end up in Hell or as a demon or whatevah?”

Alastor blinked, seeming as if he was coming back into reality, and then looked down at the human. Tony thought that he was about to have a heart-to-heart with the demon, but then the deer boy started, “Anthony…”

The mortal answered, “Uh, yeah…”

The demon took a deep breath and grinned scarily wide, lowering his voice and tone laced with static, “Can you tell me why you are sitting so close and touching me?”

“I-Is that a p-problem?” He asked as he lowered himself against the couch cushion and let out a small whimper. Black tentacles raised behind the demon as he tilted his head, bending his neck at an unnatural angle, and he growled deeply, “Yessss…”

He hated and was terrified of his roommate. Cherri help….

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #270: The Scheme Team Watches Death Battle (DuckTales 2017)

Scrooge: Are yer really gonna sit and watch TV all day, lad?

Louie: (Shrugged) Well it is a Saturday. Not to mention that I'm pretty tired from all of the adventures we've been going to this week. So....I say my mind is already set on this.

Goldie: (Walk in the Living Room with a Bowl of Popcorn in her hands) And what better way to spend the rest of the Saturday then to watch something actually interesting on a flat screen television?

Scrooge: ..........Yer know, I don't really mean any ill will when I ask you this, Goldie, but...oh I don't know....WHAT IN KILT BLAZES ARE YER DOING IN MY MANSION?!!

Goldie: (Completely Unfazed by Scrooge's outburst) Oh shimmer down, Scrooge. I'm just here to spend some time with my little Sharpie for the day. (Ruffles the top of Louie's Hair with a Playful Smirk)

Louie: (Chuckles Lightly from the Hair Ruffling) I kind of invited her here since everyone already had plans.

Scrooge: Of course yer did, Lad.....(Sigh as he turns back to Goldie) Alright, I'll let yer stay here and watch some TV for a while. But I better not see yer try doing some suspicious around here, got it?

Goldie: Hear you loud and clear, chief. Since you're here, care to join us on this relaxing day?

Louie: Yeah, Uncle Scrooge, the more the merrier.

Scrooge: (Sigh as he made his way towards the couch where Goldie and Louie are sitting) I suppose I'll stay for a while....But it's definitely not because yer asked me first or anything, Goldie O' Gilt!.... I'm only doing this for my nephew.

Goldie: (Smirks while Rolling her Eyes) Whatever you say, McDuck~ (Wink her eye at Scrooge)

Scrooge: (Completely Decided to Ignore Goldie's little flirtation as he turns to Louie) Anyhow......What kind of show are we watching for the day, Lad?

Louie: Death Battle.

Scrooge: (Eyes Begins to Widened) ........ Pardon?

Louie: Death Battle. It's the show we're watching today.

Scrooge: Louie....Lad...don't yer think yer a bit too young to watch a show like this?

Louie: Relax, Uncle Scrooge. The show isn't too nightmare fueled once you watch a couple of episodes here and there. There's even a battle between you and this Shovel Knight guy....(Checking out the Description of today's episode) ....Which we're about to watch now apparently.

Scrooge: Wait a tick....You mean to tell me that there's an episode of this Death Battle show involving around me fighting some Knight with a shovel?

Louie: Pretty much, yeah.

Scrooge: I don't know about, Lad.......

Goldie: Don't worry, Scrooge. I'm pretty sure most of these aren't even real to begin with.

Louie: Yeah and most of these battles are made on either 2D or 3D animation. How brutal can one little battle could possibly be?

One Death Battle Episode Later........

Scrooge/Louie: (Eyes Widened as their mouths are wide open in shock) ........................

Goldie: (Eyes Widened) Well.............that was something alright.................

Louie: (Slowly turns to his uncle) Were you always this brutal in your fights?.....

Scrooge: .....I have been in many battles throughout my years, Lad......And none of them ended like this.....

Goldie: (Slowly Turns to Scrooge) You sure about that, Scroogy?

Scrooge: Yes, I'm sure! What kind of madman would finish off his opponent like that?!

Louie: That has to the most brutal thing I have ever seen in my life......And it's from my uncle of all of people.......... Awesome.

Scrooge: (Who in their right mind would find something like this "Awesome"?!)

Goldie: (Chuckles Lightly) I gotta say, Scrooge, I know you love your gold and all, but I did not expect you get that possessive over it.

Scrooge: (Blushes from Goldie's comment) Can we please watch something that isn't gore-like?!

Louie: Wanna watch a Comedy Movie?

Goldie: I'm down with that.

Scrooge: (Got up from the couch and left the room while Sighing) I'll get the movies to choose from.....

Goldie: Thanks, hon~

Louie: We love you, Uncle Scrooge.

Scrooge: (Almost From a distance) Whatevah!....

Goldie: ('Sigh Satisfyingly') It's always fun to to poke fun at the old coot sometimes....

Louie: Tell me about it. (Turns to Goldie) How are you liking today here so far?

Goldie: Not gonna lie, I'm actually having a good time with you boys. (Smiles Softly at her Sharpie) Thanks for inviting here, kiddo.

Louie: (Smiles back at Goldie) No problem, Aunt Goldie.

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[ellie-sande]

Euphoria- a dumb bitch’s HOT TAKE

Okay, so here’s the deal. I’m gonna do an analysis of the characters I think are the most interesting (read as fuck McKay, he boring as SHIIIITT), so this shit is gonna be looooong. Y’all better brace yourselves UwUUUU 🥺😝😩😈

The episode: I didn’t really feel a strong emotion towards it??? Like, it was definitely the sloppiest episode by far in terms of the way that everything was edited and the timeline of events. It was visually stimulating and literal poetic cinema, as always, but that’s nothing new with Euphoria. I think a lot of the jumps between characters and scenes were completely unnecessary and honestly kind of agitating?? Instead of leaving us with new unanswered questions, we have the same ones we’ve had the whole season? In my opinion, it would’ve been more effective for them to have fully closed some plot points or at least bring them to a point where I’m still interested (I’m looking at you, Nate and Jules plot). But like, overall it's still a pretty decent episode.  I think the ending was messy because we don’t know how much of it was just a music video and how much was legit part of the storyline which is a BIG DEAL. It just came after one of the best in the season, which made it feel significantly weaker. but tHat’S jUsT my oPINION 🤷🏾‍♀️.

Jules:

I think Jules is the biggest wildcard of the season, and we know so little about her, so it’s kind of difficult to understand what her intention is. I think that’s absolutely intentional by the writers because they want the audience in Rue’s head, y’know??? That’s my way of warning y’all that this shit is LONG  🤷🏾‍♀️

When Jules came clean about everything, she was doing what she thought was best for the relationship, which is open communication. She could tell that her not telling Rue about Nate was ruining the relationship (she said so in ep. 7). There was never malicious intent in her telling Rue about her hookup and Nate. She was just doing what she thought was right, and tbh??? IM PROUD OF THAT DUMBASS. One of her biggest issues is definitely effective and open communication and this is definitely a step in the right direction, y’know??

THAT BEING SAID, when I first watched the episode, I thought that her and Anna still flirting or whatevah and being iN loVE was out of character and went against the arc that I was expecting from Jules. BUUUUUT, I thought about it and here’s my take: I think that Jules just wants to be free from the external pressures in east highland, y’know? This whole entire season, her character did not get a fucking BREAK so I totally understand. There’s so much responsibility and pressure for her to be perfect or act a certain way, and for her, running away was the easiest way for her to disassociate herself from that responsibility. No 17 yr old should feel like the weight of the world and the safety of the people that she loves are on her shoulders. My bby @lameparty made an amazing point in our chat about how all of her actions (being more “free” and open about her issues with rue) are futile attempts at replicating the liberation and nonchalant-ness she felt while she was away. It’s her way of desperately (and unhealthily) bringing home that atmosphere.

i’ve seen a lot of people assume that jules is fully aware of her power over rue and takes advantage of it, uses her, and leaves her before she needs her next fix of attention, but i totally don’t agree??? i think that for the most part, jules has been emotionally supportive of rue and has been there for her when she needed her. i mean she did that LITERALLY EVERY EPISODE EXCEPT FOR 6+7 (for good reason. the bitch was going through the mOST). she never wanted or intended for rue to form a dependency on her, she just wanted her best friend to be sober and thrive because her mom was an addict and that ruined her adolescence (for obvious reasons). so when the people around her kept pressuring her with the weight of rue’s sobriety, she freaked out a bit (and for good reason. no one should be anyone’s sole reason to do literally ANYTHING). she knew that regardless of the severity of her actions, rue’s relapse was inevitable if the relationship continued on like that (i mean, in ep. 5, the bitch said WHEN you hate me, not if because she knows that in rue’s current mental state, a relapse, miscommunication, or a wrong step on jules’s side is inevitable). PLUS, jules is an extremely volatile person. her first instinct is to physically and emotionally escape whenever the going gets tough, so i think she knew that this probably couldn’t work.

Moreover, the bitch is embracing her queerness and as much as I don’t really looooveeee how she’s doing it, it makes sense with her character. I think she uses sex as an escape and a form of validation, so of course this is how she’s going to explore her sexuality. She just wants to be free and have fun and be adventurous atm and the whole Nate thing  + being in her first relationship is not IT for her rn and that’s totally fair. That being said, I think her arc is gonna be about her accepting that freedom isn’t just sex and drugs??? It’s way more than that and comes in different (and way healthier) ways, but that’s what growing is. It’s learning from mistakes and figuring out what you like, so I can’t really be mad at her.

BUUUUUTTTT, my bitch said/did some things that i can’t stand by. she said that she loved rue at the train station, knowing that rue is weak for her and would probably give in and come with her on this wild adventure. that is FUCKING PROBLEMATIC. and prior to that, the bitch said that she THOUGHT THAT RUE WOULD THRIVE IN THE ENVIRONMENT THAT SHE WAS IN. WHAT??? as much as i believe that she had good intentions and she really just wanted to explore the world with her girl, that doesn’t negate the fact that it’s still manipulative at worst, inconsiderate at best, and problematic considering the dynamic that the two of them have. i get that she genuinely wants rue to meet her new friends and anna, but all in all, it’s so reckless for her to even consider it. she’s aware that rue is a recovering addict and she was willing to put her in a toxic environment where she would be surrounded by drugs and alcohol, making a relapse literally SO EASY. and on top of that, jules knows that she’s probably going to hook up with anna and considering that rue is so in love with jules, that would’ve hurt her soooo much, enough for her to probably want to numb the pain, y’know??? but all in all, that’s what growing up is. it’s two steps forward and one step back, y’know? even though jules is starting to see the beauty in honest communication and queerness, she did try to manipulate rue, even if that wasn’t necessarily her intention. 

I think that Anna replaces Jules’s older, non-committal man to pine over. She never really fixed her problem of trying to find validation from the wrong people, it’s just expressing itself in a different form. It’s obvious that Anna is significantly older than her (peep the message that Anna sent about being shocked that Jules is in high school) and I think that just like a lot of people her age, she feels special or validated when she’s liked by someone older and more experienced. The relationship is obviously supposed to be a type of foil to her previous relationship with cis white men. Add the fact that there are facets of Anna’s personality that remind Jules of Rue, the gal that Jules is falling for, which makes them the perfect person for Jules to pine over because the relationship is something that she’s used to (texting, non-committal, toxic).

In summary, I think she loves the idea of Anna (independent, older, experienced, free spirited, and fun) but loves rue regardless of the fact that she doesn’t/can’t provide those things for her. I think that jules also associates Anna with adventure and discovery and as the young ambitious bitch that she is, it obviously is an attractive idea for her y’know??? for her, i think rue is the stability, monogamy and commitment that she might not be ready for yet, even tho she loves rue and wants a future with her. Her relationship with Rue is hard work and maybe a bit heartbreaking, but overall, the connection is stronger and the passion and commitment that she’ll give and receive will make the relationship way more fulfilling than whatever half-assed thing she’ll have with Anna.  Next season, she’ll probably come back either heartbroken, unfulfilled or still in love with Rue, but the question is should rue take her back or nah y’know?? She’ll definitely be pining for Rue when she gets back and rue may not be available or willing anymore. We’ll seeeeeeeee.

Rue:

My bitch is in PAIIINNN and I hate it. I think that her saying no to leaving with Jules even if a big part of her wanted to run away with her is amazing progress for her. She finally chose her family and herself first, not Jules, which will break her dependence on Jules. Like, I’m SOOOOO proud of her and she’s come so far as a character. I’m not sure as to where the music video starts and the season ends, but I have two theories. Either she: never actually snorted that line of coke and we’ll see her progress next season OR she overdosed and came back to life. The fact that the song ended so abruptly means that the season will probably start right where it left off. Unless told otherwise tho, the show ends with her crying and remembering her family and all the shit she’s put them through because that’s a waaayyy more interesting arc (EDIT: JACOB SAID THAT RUE’S DEFINITELY ALIVE!!! I KEEP WINNING FR!!! MY! MIND!) She’s no longer a selfish addict with no reason to live. She’s seeing that the people around her, even without Jules there, support her and have been by her side through the most and maybe that’s good enough atm.

Lexi:

against popular opinion, i don’t necessarily think that the big reveal of her sexuality is that she’s a lesbian. to ME, it seems like they’re setting up that she’s ace and probs bi or homo-romantic??? the average sexual person knows who they want to fuck or kiss, and the fact that she has to ask for advice from her sister I think is foreshadowing that she doesn’t know. Not because she’s shy or because she’s a lesbian, but because she truly just doesn’t want to fuck anyone. and if that’s the case i’m SO EXCITED TF??? i’ve never seen that type of character arc on mainstream media and it’s sooo necessary to show that story in a positive light. i think that the show is waaayyy too intentional and clever to not give proper hints at her liking rue. If they were setting up her and rue, they should’ve done more to portray the pining on Lexi’s side. they’ve set up more of a longing for friendship and comfort than anything else and tbh???? that’s wayyy more interesting and relatable for me??? but that’s my opinion 🤷🏾‍♀️

That being said, i could see her and rue together next season bc the foreshadowing is sooo vague that they can do whatever the fuck they want next season. maude and zendaya need to work on their chemistry then bc iTS NOT CLICKING. i definitely think that rue is going to use her tho, which isn’t fair to lexi. additionally, lexi is a bit too soft to stand her ground with rue, and if rue goes down the relapse route next season, their dynamic is going to be the same toxic dynamic they had up until episode 5. She’s an amazing person that deserves better than being an easy out or second best.

i think that because she was raised in her sister’s shadow with a shit ton less attention and love from literally everyone in her family, she has low self-image, so it would make sense that she wants the intimacy that comes from a relationship. maybe her addiction is just being there for others bc no one was there for her when she needed them??? @lameparty spilt the truth tea bc they said that “she exists for other people right now and she exists in the safe + limiting shadow of her sister,” and i think that rue represents a sort of freedom from that because rue is only hers and rue can’t see her as second best to her sister. as a fellow semi-abandoned child turned mom-friend, this makes total sense to me bc she wants to make sure that everyone around her never feels as neglected as she did her whole life.

Rue and Jules: 

honestly, i’m tired of people blaming rue’s relapse on jules not being there. she literally has had MI since she was a kid. this shit ain’t new. and even if it was new,  the fact that so many of the viewers were angry at jules for not being there during rue’s manic/depressive episode angers me for three reasons. a) JULES WAS DEPRESSED. she legit didn’t leave her bed for the whole week, to the point that her father was worried. b) just like jules, rue probably only told her that she was feeling under the weather and that she missed her. how is she supposed to magically put together that rue is going through a depressive/manic episode??? c) no person should be your sole reason to be happy. y’all want a CODEPENDENCY not a relationship, and like i totally understand wanting to protect rue. she’s the main character and we’re always in her head, but from episode three, it was pretty obvious that her definition of love is really skewed. she said that you know that you love someone when you can’t live without them, which is generally reaaaallly unhealthy.

these two are such an interesting dynamic, and tbh, i think they’re actually really good for each other (not rn, obviously). i think this is a case of right person, wrong time. they’re obviously soul mates/star crossed lovers, but the problem is that neither of them is mature enough to be in a serious relationship. rue is a recovering addict with a dependency issue and jules is an overly eager, ambitious person that’s never been in a loving relationship. one of the biggest issues in their relationship is the fact that these two have different wants and needs from the relationship. rue fell for jules almost immediately, has wanted to be with her ever since, and wants stability, comfort, and monogamy. on the other hand, jules wants adventure, excitement, and exploration. jules obviously pictures spending her life with rue, but the problem is that in the moment, she can’t be with rue without hurting her because she’s still exploring her queerness, which means that she’ll have one foot out the door until she’s gotten her fill.

because of that, i’m really proud of BOTH OF THEM for standing their ground and choosing themselves instead of each other. i have no doubt that both of them had a part of themselves that regretted leaving the other person, but at the end of the day, it was what was necessary. 

even though rue was the person that suggested running away, she became hesitant because she finally thought about her FAMILY. y’all, that’s AMAZING character development because, at the beginning of the season, rue literally walked over every person that was in her life in order to get her fix. she stole from her mom, got lexi to pee for her, yelled at fez when he didn’t give her drugs, etc. up until episode 5 or so, rue was an extremely selfish character with one exception: jules. from the moment she met jules, her only goal was to make her as happy as jules makes her just by being there, and because of that, she has sacrificed her comfort in some situations. this is the exact opposite of her previous issue where instead not caring about anyone including herself, she only cares about one person an exceeding amount. both of these are problematic. more importantly, this allows her to finally break her dependency on jules. rue fell for jules and stayed sober for her because it felt like she was her flashlight in the dark cave that is her life, and now, she has to find that jules isn’t the only light. her family, lexi, fez, the rest of the girls are all there AND my hope is that she finds that she can be her own light and do this for herself. as much as her decision hurts both the audience and rue, this shows that she’s not just a stagnant character and that she’s learning and evolving into an amazing person. i’m proud of jules because she didn’t stay behind out of guilt or worry. that would’ve perpetuated rue’s dependency and overall, probably made jules resent rue.

i think that jules was being honest when she said that she was in love with rue, i really do. there was an earnest and almost shy look in her eyes, which was so cute??? but it’s honestly more than that. jules looks for rue no matter where she is. for her, rue is her home and something that she finds comfort in. it was obvious in episode 4 and 7. in episode 4, jules runs to rue because she finds comfort in her. whenever she’s in rue’s arms, she feels a warmth that i don’t think she’s ever felt with anyone else and when she finds that tyler isn’t real, her first thought is that rue has been there for her through thick and thin and is her safe place. it’s obvious why she gravitates towards anna. she sees rue in her, which immediately makes her feel at ease. add the fake deep convo, their sex appeal and the drugs, and you have a hella messy situation. and then there’s the fucking romeo and juliet passage that jules recites to rue that basically says that she’s in love with rue, but thinks everything is happening too fast and will come crashing down. she knows that given that they had more time/weren’t so eager to get together, the relationship would be beautiful and flourish, but they aren’t giving each other the space to grow, which was eventually the end of their relationship (at least for now). 

Kat:

I’m proud of her. She did the damn thing. NEXT

Nate:

I think that Nate and McKay are not all that different. His breakdown this ep is more or less for the same reasons as McKay’s breakdown after those guys assaulted him in front of his girl which is that he felt emasculated by his dad overpowering him. In episode two, he did the same flexing thing after his workout. I think it’s his way of feeling powerful and masculine. All this just shows that he needs fucking therapy, but he’s not just some sociopath y’know? His character is deeper than that and can feel pain and anguish. I’m honestly so happy that they included that because it both shows the abuse in his relationship with his dad which obviously carries into his relationships with women and grounds him as a character. that being said, nate is an asshole and there’s no better ship on this show than nate + electric chair 🥺😝😩(but, i’ll settle for prison or whatevahhhhh) 

all in all, I think that this show has two amazing themes in it which are: teens are waayyy more resilient than people think and addiction comes in different forms and each of them is problematic and selfish. i think that the show is amazing at getting people to empathize with rue, but i feel like people need to realize that in the grand scheme of things, all of these characters are HUMAN and make a lot of shitty mistakes. no character should be cancelled just because they make a mistake, especially when the characters are supposed to be literal hormonal teenagers????? every character on this show is deserving of the audience's understanding (except McKay. FUCK HIM)

[ebelwrites]

Bluesinnamonroll’s Raffle Prize

Guess what’s finally done?! Honestly, I’m ashamed at how long it’s taken me to complete this; it felt like life was just kicking me over and over again. Every time I wanted to complete it, it seemed like something got in my way. First it was a time when there was always some event on in my life that needed to be addressed, then it was a period where everything was breaking and I had to spend time getting things fixed or replaced, then I fell into a bad funk that I was in for about a week. This is literally, what, day 3 of being able to pull myself from the tar pit I felt like I was in for the last month?

But I’m here and it’s done and I feel like I just climbed Mount Everest, I feel so good! And I hope everyone likes this piece; especially you, Bluesinnamonroll! I really hope you like your prize, even though it’s taken an embarrassingly long time for you to get it. Also, just so people can see, this is an art piece of Bluesinnamonroll’s that was an inspiration for my writing: IMAGE.

Originally, I was asked, and trying, to write based on the image, but nothing I came up with ever got over the 1000 words that I promised; the problem only worse because I had wound up delivering a lot more than 1000 words for the other prizes and I really didn’t want to let down here. I ended up using it as a template and idea-kickstarter for what I did end up writing. So, I hope you can forgive me for that change, Bluesinnamonroll. If you still really want something directly with the art piece, then I’ll see about reviving an earlier failure for a short drabble sometime in the future.

Anyways, it’s 1AM right now, I’m tired, and I’ve kept you all waiting long enough; here it is!

Nightmare waited until he could hear all five of his datemates sleeping before he sprung into action. He swiftly, but silently, gathered all the materials he’d been hiding in his room over the past week; he hadn’t wanted anyone to see them and figure out what he was up to. It took him a few trips, and much more time than he liked, to quietly move everything down to the kitchen. Every time he heard a noise from one of his datemates’ rooms, panic made him freeze until he was certain they were all still asleep. He couldn’t have any of them waking up, not until everything was ready.

It was on his final trip down, carrying the last item, when he heard footsteps approaching him. Thinking quick, he shoved the item into his jacket to try and hide it. The purple and red glow of the other’s eyelights alerted Nightmare to his identity before the rest of his body could be seen. Dust emerged from the darkness, walking casually down the hallway towards him.

“Heya, Nighty,” he greeted, one hand in his jacket pocket and the other swinging beside him, “Bit late, ain’ it? Whatcha doin’ up?”

“I’ve got some work to do.” Good, it didn’t seem like Dust was suspicious. It wouldn’t be good for Nightmare’s plans if he got curious and went investigating. “I’ll be downstairs for quite some time, possibly until morning.”

“Need ah hand with whatevah it ‘tis?” The question almost made Nightmare panic before he regained control of himself. “If itsa big thing, ya could probably use one.”

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine. Besides, this is something you can’t really help with. It’s not tough or demanding, it’s just time-consuming and it can only really be done by one person. No sense in both of us being bored. ” He was somewhat ashamed of his flimsy excuse but Dust didn’t seem suspicious, at least. He inwardly sighed in relief; maybe the other was too tired to push tonight.

“Okay, then. Ah’ll be up and aroun’ if ya change ya mind.” Nightmare gave him a nod before turning to the staircase.

“I’ll keep that in mind. See you in the morning, Dust. Try to get some sleep.” With that, Nightmare made his way downstairs and to the kitchen, keeping his prize hidden from sight until he was sure he wouldn’t be surprised by another datemate. When he was sure the coast was clear, he pulled the stack of plastic cups out from under his shirt and set them next to the rest of his supplies. He had a lot of work to do if he wanted his surprise to be ready in time.

In his haste to leave, however, Nightmare had completely missed the suspicious and curious look that Dust had given him.

Nightmare set a plate down in front of Error’s chair, napkin beside it and a cup nearby. It was the last place he had to set, the other five chairs having similar sets in front of them. With how busy he’d be with preparing the food, he knew he needed to set the table first otherwise it’d never get done. He stood back and looked at his work; everything was in place, all the seats had place sets and there were several empty plates in the middle for the soon-to-be-made food. He hadn’t bothered with any decorations, he and his datemates weren’t really the types to enjoy such things, but he had laid a tablecloth down. It was at least somewhat fancier than the bare table they usually had. This was meant to be special, after all.

He heard the sound of padding footsteps and quickly exited the dining room. Rubbing his eye sockets and taking his time, Killer was slowly ambling his way down the main stairs of the castle. He blinked several times before turning to look at Nightmare.

“It’s late, Nighty.” His voice was soft with tiredness and he paused for a yawn. “What are you doing out of bed?”

“Couldn’t sleep, thought I may as well keep myself busy.” Killer gave him a few more blinks before shambling his way down the stairs. Nightmare moved to meet him and to intercept before Killer caught sight of the dining room. The other skeleton slumped in his arms, leaning the entirety of his body weight against Nightmare, and Nightmare wrapped his tentacles around Killer to make sure the other didn’t wind up on the floor. Killer hummed slightly, cuddling into Nightmare’s chest.

“Want some water,” he said softly, “Can we get some, Nighty? Before I go to sleep again.” The little request sent Nightmare’s soul racing; he couldn’t just take Killer into the kitchen, he’d see the surprise before it was ready.

“How about we get you settled in one of the comfy chairs first, hmm?” Nightmare said, thinking fast. “Then you can rest while I get your water.” Killer nodded wordlessly against his chest and Nightmare almost breathed a sigh of relief; crisis averted. He spoke softly to Killer as he carried the skeleton over to their sitting room. Not about anything in particular, mostly small talk about what Nightmare had to work on the previous day, but Killer seemed to be calmer and happier hearing Nightmare’s voice.

He settled Killer down in one of the soft armchairs and wrapped a blanket around him; the other skeleton was trying hard to keep his eyes open, though they often closed against his will. Once he was sure that Killer was comfortable, Nightmare made his way to the kitchen and quickly filled a glass with water before returning. Killer looked to be on the verge of passing out, though Nightmare managed to coax him into lifting his head and drinking. Killer only managed to drink about half the glass before his head dropped down.

“Can you stay with me?” Killer yawned softly, tucked comfortably in his makeshift bed. “Just until I fall asleep?” Nightmare should say no; he had a lot of work to do before anyone woke up in the morning and he was already short on time. But stars knew he could never deny a sweet request from one of his datemates.

“Of course,” Nightmare said, smiling softly. The white-boned skeleton smiled back at him before his head drooped down and he began to sleep. Nightmare stayed with him for a while longer, counting the minutes but unwilling to leave until he knew for certain that Killer wasn’t going to re-awaken. It was seventeen minutes before Nightmare felt it was okay to move again. He paused, before planting a kiss on Killer’s forehead, and only then returning to the kitchen. At least he’d successfully kept the surprise a secret, now he just had to finish getting it ready.

Nightmare cursed softly as he forced the spoon to mix the ingredients in the bowl. It required a lot more strength than he first thought it would and it was draining his energy a bit. The batter didn’t look quite right either and he was growing frustrated. He had never been the best cook among the Bad Sans Group, or even in the top three, but he was sure that he’d followed the recipe correctly. What did Horror do differently than Nightmare was doing now? Nightmare abandoned the bowl and stalked over to the box to read the recipe again. He was so focused on trying to work out what he was doing wrong that he completely missed the sound of someone entering the kitchen.

“You need more milk.” The sound of an unexpected voice made Nightmare jump and whirl around. Horror stood beside the bowl, dipping a teaspoon into the mixture for a sample to taste. “You should also add some vanilla extract; masks the aftertaste.” Nightmare’s mind was frozen, unable to process how easily his plan had been spoiled and what he could possibly do to fix it. Horror noticed and walked over to him, looking concerned.

“Nightmare?” Horror lifted a hand up to feel his forehead. “Are you unwell?” Nightmare shook his head stiffly. Horror frowned and looked around; other boxes of mix were lined on the countertop and the open doorway to the kitchen allowed glimpses of the set table. There was literally nothing Nightmare could do to salvage this situation.

“This was supposed to be a surprise.” It was a statement, not a question, and all Nightmare could do was nod. He heard Horror click his teeth before the skeleton headed to the fridge. He returned with the milk and grabbed a bottle of vanilla extract from the pantry, then headed back to Nightmare.

“You won’t get this all done before morning.” Nightmare grimaced, already knowing the truth but still didn’t like to hear it. “I can’t forget seeing this. Do you want my help?” With that, Horror offered the two items in his hands as a kind of good-will gesture. Nightmare hummed for a moment, thinking, before reaching his own hands out.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” It had been quite lonely. He’d gotten used to always hearing his datemates out and about; to suddenly have nothing but Killer’s soft snores had been strange and remarkably disconcerting.

“Get your spoon. I’ll guide you,” Horror said, giving him a rare smile before walking over next to the bowl. Nightmare, items now in hand, wandered next to him and picked up his spoon again with more determination this time. Horror spoke softly next to him, giving him instructions as he resumed his mixing. A tranquil moment, just for the two of them. Even if he would fail to achieve what he desired, Nightmare was glad that he at least got to experience this moment.

It was a few hours later; unbelievably, they’d managed to create almost everything Nightmare had desired. Horror had vetoed a few, citing them as being too much work for the little they would get from them, but it was still a wide spread they’d managed to create. The cookies he’d been making when Horror first arrived were baked and cooled, already set upon a large serving plate and ready to go on the table. Muffins and more cookies were sitting upon cooling racks, hot from coming out of the oven. The bit that Nightmare hoped would be the centrepiece, a large chocolate cake, was baking away inside the oven. There was some time remaining until it was ready to come out, so Nightmare had made himself busy cleaning up while Horror prepared the icing.

With so much baking, there was an equally large amount of washing up to do. And there would probably be more, judging by Horror’s mumbling that these were not proper breakfast foods. But the other was getting less twitchy with each piece Nightmare cleaned, and therefore removed from Horror’s workspace; the other never did take well to not having as much room as he liked to work.

The icing seemed to be coming along fine; Nightmare had initially wanted it to be black but Horror had argued for a creamy white instead, stating it was more visible and more appealing. Nightmare had ended up conceding. It wasn’t going to be anything fancy anyways, just a layer over the top with a couple of pre-made decorations. But he hoped it looked good anyway.

Nightmare took a moment to step away from the sink, to look in on Killer and check that the other was okay. He could still hear Killer’s soft snores, but he wished to check anyways. Killer was still soundly asleep on the chair. He’d twisted his blanket lose at some point but he remained happily dreaming away. Nightmare tucked him back in and ran a hand gently over his skull with a smile before he returned to the kitchen. He stopped short in the doorway, however, staring frustrated at a new, silent arrival.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed quietly. Horror, who had apparently also been unaware of their new companion, turned to look at Nightmare before looking to the fifth member of their group. Cross stood almost like a guilty child, having previously been staring at the baking chocolate cake with hungry eyes before Nightmare spoke. Now he shuffled his feet, giving Nightmare an embarrassed smile.

“I smelled chocolate?” Nightmare rolled his eyes; stars, Cross’ love of chocolate was almost as bad as Error’s. Even worse, the other seemed to be completely awake now. There was no way Nightmare was going to be able to convince Cross to go back to sleep in this state. The way that Cross was sneaking looks at the cake again only reinforced the idea.

“You can’t have that, it’s still baking!” Cross gave him a big-eyed look and Nightmare let out a sigh in response. “The answer is still ‘no’. You can stop the sad eyes.” Cross’ expression turned into a pout, prompting a huffed laugh from Horror.

“An early cookie?” Horror spoke, gesturing to the cool plate. “For help cleaning?” This was bribery and probably not something Nightmare wanted to encourage in the long term, but Cross was already nodding his head enthusiastically and Nightmare knew when he was bested.

“Just one, though. I think Horror has plans for breakfast.”

“Pancakes.” The other skeleton nodded and Cross’ eyes lit up around the cookie he’d already stuffed into his mouth.

“With chocolate chips?” He turned a pleading glance to Horror, prompting another short laugh.

“Chips.” Horror agreed. “If you help.” That was all the encouragement that Cross needed and the monochrome skeleton soon started packing dirty dishes into the sink for cleaning. Nightmare shook his head but smiled at the sight, stepping around Horror’s path to the fridge with the finished icing in order to take his place next to Cross at the sink. The other was working quickly, as though cleaning faster would make the time to eating fly by quicker too. Still, even with Cross’ fast pace, there was likely still an hour or more of work left for them. Even more, as he saw Horror was going to make pancakes from scratch; at least they would have tasty treats for their hard work.

They’d managed to complete all the washing and had started packing away the things that were already dry. Horror was completing the last of the pancakes, having stated that he would clean the frying pan he was using once he was done and not to wait for him. That, at least, gave time for Nightmare and Cross to start placing plates of treats on the table and putting away things that were no longer needed. Nightmare wiped down the counter while Cross scurried around with dry cooking implements, trying to put them away without getting in the way of anyone. Nightmare took a moment to breathe and take in what they’d managed to accomplish. Even when he started, he had figured that he wouldn’t have been able to complete everything by himself in the little time he had. But, with some help, he’d not only managed to get everything ready but Horror was also making something extra. It had been a good night.

“Please don’t tell me that you’ve been here all night.” Nightmare looked over, no longer panicked at the sight of a new arrival; he had nothing left to hide anymore. Error gazed back with an unamused expression, eyes darting from one face to another. “Well?” He questioned again.

“Been here half.” Horror shook his head slowly.

“I only got here a bit ago.” Cross piped up. They all turned to look at Nightmare, who felt his face flushing.

“Yes.” Error gave a disgusted sigh before shaking his head, stepping into the kitchen proper.

“Okay, next question: what were you doing that made Dust curious enough to wake me up so I could ask?”

“Aww, Error,” The spoken-of devil appeared in the doorway, holding a still half-asleep Killer bridal style in his arms. “Ya weren’ supposed t’ say that. Tha othas didn’ tell.” Nightmare gave a look around the room and found faces with varying degrees of guilt staring back at him.

“Breakfast is done.” Horror slid the last pancake onto the plate next to him and turned off the heat. He picked up the last plate of finished food. “We should eat. Then Nightmare can talk.”

“Food?” A drowsy Killer mumbled, gaining some alertness from the smell of breakfast.

“Food!” Cross enthusiastically agreed, almost bouncing in place and grinning much like the child that he never got to be. Nightmare sighed fondly and shook his head; he supposed he’d been cryptic for long enough.

“Fine. Let’s eat.”

“Okay, so let’s narrow the field of possibilities.” Error started as he drizzled his pancakes with chocolate sauce. They all sat at the round dining table, each with their own stack of pancakes with toppings in front of them.

“It’s not a birthday,” Killer said, shovelling a forkful of berry pancakes with chocolate syrup into his mouth.

“And it’s not a holiday,” Cross added; Nightmare couldn’t understand how Cross could eat his chocolate chip pancakes with nothing else on them. Didn’t that make them so dry?

“It’s not an anniversary,” Horror began, plain pancakes with the traditional butter and maple syrup before him. Nightmare coughed before he could finish and five sets of eyes turned to him.

“It ‘tis?” Dust set down his fork and Nightmare could almost see the gears turning in his head, trying to understand and dissect the new problem before him until it revealed an answer. His berry pancakes with chocolate sauce were abandoned as he worked through this new brain teaser. “It’s not ah day any of us met, or ah day any of us got togetha…” He trailed off, clearly trying to think.

“When did this event happen? How many years ago?” Error looked over at him as he asked, making a face at Nightmare’s pancakes as he caught sight of them. Nightmare rolled his eyes; honestly, their pancakes were all too sweet. Lemon juice and sugar were perfect for him.

“Three years ago.” Dust sat forward suddenly, making Cross yelp in surprise.

“Three years?” Nightmare nodded in response and Dust sat back chuckling.

“Why, Nighty, ah never took ya for the sentimental type.” The other members of the team looked at Dust in confusion, clearly not understanding why this was important or how it revealed any answers. Dust hummed, leaning back in his chair with his hands resting behind his head.

“Ain’t today the day those starry-eyed guys first started calling us ‘the Bad Sans Team’?” The others blinked for a moment before turning to look at Nightmare for confirmation. He nodded, and the rest soon broke out into soft chuckles.

“Really, Night? All this for such a small thing.” Error gestured to the large spread of sweets and treats that covered the table. “I’d almost forgotten that they were even the ones to come up with that name, never mind the day that they did.” Nightmare shuffled, rubbing the back of his skull as his cheekbones turned blue.

“It’s not the words, it’s what they mean.” He’d only mumbled it but the others heard all of it, looking at him silently for him to elaborate. Nightmare took a deep breath; he wasn’t good with verbalising his feelings but he needed to for this.

“It’s the day we first agreed that we were a team, that we would be there for each other.” He was looking down at his plate, face bright blue, fear making him unable to look at his datemates’ faces. “No matter what they threw at us, we would be a family; our family.” There was a long pause after he’d finished speaking, fear crawled within him before he finally looked up; and he saw five smiling, blushing faces staring back at him.

“Nightmare’s right,” Horror said, taking the container of juice and filling his cup with it before handing it to Killer. “A toast?” He offered, holding up the cup.

“For our anniversary?” Killer questioned, though he filled his own cup and passed the container along.

“And for our family.” Error added, filling both Dust’s cup and his own before handing it to Cross. Cross filled the last two cups and each member took hold of their own. Hands meeting in the middle, over a spread of effort and love, and Nightmare could feel happy tears starting to prick in the corners of his eye sockets as he gazed at the faces around him; those he would always love and trusted to always love him in return.

“Happy anniversary, everyone.”

“Happy anniversary!”

[hesitationss]

okay i’m just going to write short summaries of all my original comics ideas i have rn to brain dump them. also i think it would be neat to have them documented here and look back to see if i’ve made any progress on developing them or working on pitch decks. or to see them updated etc. very into reflection and progress.

heart warm/heart worm - vampire erotica, kill your rapist buffy but bipoc vibes, suspense & horror. chinese vampire + eco + body horror. ideally camp elements but u can’t do camp on purpose so~ (TBH working on this bloody sexy vampire choso piece has been helping me figure out the visual language for this ???) i am done the outline and scripting and character design/vis dev in progress ! the protag can’t stop encountering death to the point of a near death experience too! but all of their problems are just in their head or whatevah!!! (what’s scarier? gaslighting or vampires !!!)

starless ocean - mechs are secret weapons mirroring cold war scare (nuclear paranoia) exhibiting western hypocrisy and secret ops in the global south. one of secret ops, a teenage gorl human experiment, develops amnesia when she crashes into a small town and befriends a group of teens. they think she’s an alien and she must reconcile w imperial crimes as she regains her memories, experiences remorse, and enters personhood. i’ve done soooo many character designs, i am fearful of designing mechs, and i just keep writing and writing outlines and getting stuck! it’s been put on hold…complex fiction is a bit too much for my brain! eureka 7 meets iron giant meets wretched of the earth by franz fanon sndbsnansnfjfb (the psychological analysis of colonization…) plus the power of friendship and GREAT chinese food. i think this might be better after i’ve completed smaller works…like it’s def a world building thing

flood (working title) - friends in their early 20s navigate adulthood while processing various traumas and hurts. an exploration of love and companionship, all characters at their core desire love (as bell hooks describes it) and to be understood, although they all have fundamentally different ideas of what that means for them! they are all “creatives” but life really gets in the way and “life” continues regardless of wants and needs. <- the ai yazawa-ification and fuyumi soryo-ification of my work (aka i have been drawing all the characters dressing very cool) very exciting to play around w blurring dreams and reality…