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hamyilton · 3 months

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Williams experience

So I got there around 1:15/120pm and there were maybe forty-ish people on line in front of me. I felt pretty comfortable that I was gonna make the cutoff but I knew I had a long wait.

At around 2:30/3 I started chatting to the people around me who were so nice! Shoutout to the girl next to me, I never got your name but you were super chill and it was great talking to you! Then, at like 4 ish? (maybe a bit earlier) they handed out wristbands and I knew I was definitely in.

Then it started getting colder and I was regretting not wearing more layers but the end was soon. At like 5:30 or 5:45 Logan and Alex arrived to the store via car and the whole line went crazy like people running out of their spots to film.

Then at 6:15 we start to see the line moving and we get real hyped because omg we’re so close 😫 but it turns out they were only letting very small groups at a time so we had to wait again out in the cold. Finally at I would guess 6:45 my group got let in and we could finally defrost in the warm store.

There were of course more lines and I could see Alex and Logan signing and taking pictures and I was losing my mind a bit. When it got to almost our turn (like 10 people left) Logan and Alex fricking disappeared! For like 5-10 minutes, and me and my line friend are wondering where the heck have they gone. She suddenly gasps and right behind me are Logan and Alex who are kicking a soccer ball in the store as they’re walking back to sign (lmao).

So fun fact, they were only allowed to sign one item and it had to be from the puma store, so I bought an Albon hat which i thought was a generic Williams one. So I’m stressed cause I want them both to sign it and I planning on bringing that up. When it’s finally my turn (and they had a great system where someone took your coat/bags and someone else took your phone) Logan straight up asks me if I want him to sign it and I’m like “yes, and funny story” and I tell him the hat thing and he laughs. Then I greet Alex and tell him I’m going to silverstone and I’m so focused I start to walk away without my picture! So Alex asks me if I wanted a picture and I’m like “oh shit of course” and when the woman takes it one of them (I think it was Logan) complimented my phone case 🥰

It was so awesome and they were so friendly even though they had to sign so much stuff. Truly an amazing day, I loved talking to my line buddies and we really went through it out there in the cold. Thanks to Logan and Alex for being the best and laughing at my jokes, and for the puma store for being so well-organized and having the phone and coat set up.

Also shoutout to like the dozen people who asked us what we were waiting in line for, to the woman who asked us “are they hot?” when we said we were waiting for Logan and Alex, and to the guy who thought I said “Uber driver” instead of “f1 driver”.

Oh, and Bernie Sanders walked past us in line.

Best day ever.

#f1 #me #posting this mostly so I don’t forget anything

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emphasis-on-the-oopsie · 1 year

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Thank you for the tag @bluejay-in-flight!

Tag people you want to get to know better

Three ships - Logan/Patton (Logicality) from Sanders Sides, Jon/Tim/Martin/Sasha (Polyarchives/Polychives) from The Magnus Archives, Zuko/Sokka (Zukka) from Avatar the Last Airbender

First ship - oh fucking god. If it counts probably the mane 6 from mlp with their genderbends. If it doesn't then Fluttershy/Discord (Fluttercord) from my little pony

Currently listening - songs from my :) playlist, spotify daily mixes, and this mashup

Last movie - uhhhh probably the film version of Sorry, Wrong Number. I actually haven't finished it but it was very fun

Currently watching - if we mean series, then season 4 of The Dragon Prince. If we include youtube videos, then a bunch of pokemon hardcore nuzlocke challenges and videos about competitive pokemon cause it has been a hyperfixation of mine for a bit

Currently reading - archive group chat by Plagg on ao3

Currently consuming - uhhh water i guess??? Stay hydrated everyone

Currently craving - hugs or some sleep. Which i should probably do

Tagging (no pressure!): @menacevenice @lavenderfoxboy @spacedouterri

#tag games #victor rambles #listen. listen. do NOT judge me for my first ships babey me was certainly Something

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vinbee631 · 9 months

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15 - I Don’t Need No Love (All I Need Is a Sugar Rush)

Prodigal Sons and Daughters Alike

The weekends were an interesting time at Sanders Academy. A lack of classes (but not lack of homework) allowed students to have free range of the building and the opportunity to work or relax wherever and whenever they wanted.

Most students enjoyed the free time... and then there was Virgil.

Chapter title from Sugar Rush by Addison Grace, heavily recommend his music, very relaxing and good for writing ;) also JEEZ give Virgil HUGS ALREADY DAMMIT. That being said, cw for dissosiciation, burnout/overworking, and detrimental work ethics, why won't someone help this poor boy???

(oh wait I wrote this)

(spoiler he doesn't get hugs yet)

Most students enjoyed the free time, having the freedom to make their own schedule for studying or working, or taking advantage the ample free time to make plans with friends. Only seniors were allowed to have cars on campus, but most of the students who didn’t drive, or didn’t have a close friend to drive them around, were more than content to find a spot to relax on campus.

And then there was Virgil.

It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy having a bit of free time to study. Quite the opposite, in fact, he knew just how important individual work time was for getting projects done. However, the amount of freedom he and his fellow students were given on weekends was almost- overwhelming.

He wasn’t able to space his time out effectively. Saturday morning, he would work with his usual motivation until all his work was done, then practice his own music until he felt physically exhausted.

And it was still before noon at that point.

He had followed an exact replica of that pattern three times already, and the fourth seemed to be no exception. That particular Thursday, Virgil was exhausted, overworked, and anxious by about 11 o’clock.

The problem was, he didn’t have a truly private space to take a break or destress, despite desperately needing to. But, there were other people there, people who would reach out to talk to him as soon as he arrived.

As much as he had gotten used to that fact, he was absolutely not in the headspace for human interaction today.

Virgil could pinpoint the exact moment it hit noon, snapping out of what he realized was a long bout of dissociation in his practice room. He stood slowly and stretched, resisting the slight urge to chuck his music binder across the room and instead stuffed it back into his bag with a huff.

Maybe a chance of scenery would fix his problem? If he already associated these rooms with such a big roadblock, maybe a more neutral space would bring his motivation back.

He packed up the rest of his things, snapped his violin case closed, and slipped into the empty hallway.

Well, it was empty now. The foot traffic here was usually light, but he was by far not the only one practicing on the weekends. Playing out here would be disruptive, and catch people’s attention, two things he didn’t want. He kept walking, up the stairs and away from the music wing.

He ended up in the stairwell that led to the culinary arts classrooms on the second floor. It was the first place he found without lurking groups of chatting students, or people outside staring at him through the glass doors and windows, and there was an easier-to-access stairwell at the other end of the hallway, so the privacy should last for some time.

With a surge of determination from the fresh, private environment, he slid his violin out of its case and began to play the first thing that came to mind.

Virgil didn’t often memorize songs on his violin. Unless forced to for a performance or audition, he avoided it, considering it was a much lengthier process than memorizing piano pieces. He preferred sheet music for this instrument. In hindsight, it would have been wise to bring a music stand.

Yet, there were a few songs he could think of that stuck.

Most of them were pieces he’d learned in his own time, ones not assigned by tutors or recommended by his father. Some of them were silly, repetitive ones that people on the internet that didn’t play instruments could gush about.

Long story short, Virgil raised the instrument up to playing position, and a moment later a slightly more technically challenging version of Touch-Tone Telephone resonated up the stairs and through the hallways, echoing slightly.

He cycled through a few other songs he could think of, even fingering around part of his audition for this school. After a while, the motivation dulled, and the last of the melodious echo faded.

It did not fade fast enough to avoid catching someone’s attention.

“That was beautiful.” Virgil jumped, turning to face Patton, deathly pale and expression wild. “Oh, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare ya. I was just cooking upstairs and heard some beautiful music, and I wanted to tell whoever was playing that they were doing a great job! So, good job Virgil!”

Virgil’s pallid face abruptly turned crimson at the praise. “Er, thanks. Was… was that it, then?”

Patton blinked. “Well, I guess so! You can get back to your playing if you like. I can’t promise I won’t be doing a bit of healthy eavesdropping, but you really are a great musician!”

Virgil shrugged. “I’ve run out of motivation at this point.” He surprised himself as he admitted the fact. “And, uh- thanks again. See you later.”

“Wait!” Virgil turned, raising an eyebrow as Patton regained his attention. “...What?”

“Would you… gosh, this is kind of a silly question, but would you wanna- cook with me? I just… well, it doesn’t seem like you’re busy now, and- not gonna lie you look a little stressed. I’m sure baking is not as big a stress reliever for you as it is for me, but- you can come if you’d like! It might be- fun?”

Virgil frowned at the question. He had never cooked or baked in any capacity, and for the most part, neither did his family. He was going to be utterly clueless, and he was going to do so in front of an almost stranger, who happened to be a prodigy in the subject.

“...Yeah, why not?”

…

Secretly, Patton was very grateful he’d run into Virgil when he did. After Roman’s conversation with him, the dance student had expressed how he was, quite frankly, very worried about him. Whatever their little argument had started from had ended with, well…

To Roman, it seemed like Virgil was dealing with something a lot bigger than any of them could have expected.

Patton didn’t think it was fair, nor a good idea, to confront him about it, especially if it was a mental health issue as they feared. Instead, he was more than happy to continue with the plan they originally settled on.

And this was going to be much more fun, anyway.

“So, so, so, I’m trying a new recipe! I do a lot of research for fun things to try on the weekends, and sometimes I’ll try out stuff I know I’m not good at for the practice without judgment from anyone! I don’t know how good you are at cooking but don’t worry, you can help with all the easy stuff, or just watch if it’s a bit much!”

Virgil blinked. “I… probably won’t be much help. I can’t really cook, and if it’s something you’re not good at… yeah, there’s no hope for me.”

“No big deal! We can figure out something you’ll be able to do, I’m sure of it!” Virgil shrugged, tying the apron Patton handed him around his waist.

Patton spread the three-page recipe out in front of them, and Virgil stared at the instructions. He looked overwhelmed, to say the least, and yeah, it was kind of complicated. But Virgil could help with the easy bits, and Patton could handle the rest!

“You leave for two minutes and come back with a friend.” Virgil jumped as Patton’s dad emerged from his office with a smile. “Why am I not surprised?”

Patton giggled. “What can I say? I got a bit distracted, but I’m ready to start now if you are?” He directed his attention back to Virgil with a smile, hoping the other boy wouldn’t question who this was and how they knew each other.

He trusted Virgil for the most part, but he hadn’t told any of his other close friends about his parents. He wasn’t exactly ready to start now. Luckily, Virgil glossed over it with a grimace-y smile. “Uh, sure. Let’s… do it?”

Patton waved at his dad as he left, then got right back in the baking zone. This was gonna be so much fun!

“Alright! I have all the ingredients laid out, do you wanna combine all the dry stuff for me?” Virgil nodded, looking over the list Patton had put to the side, along with the ingredients he’d laid out that the other boy would need.

Combining the dry ingredients for the sponge cakes seemed like something Virgil could handle while Patton took care of the lady fingers, mascarpone, and keeping the whole project organized. Layering was a challenge for later, when all these steps were done.

Despite his initial uneasiness, it seemed like Virgil was having a good time! He had a lot of questions, probably to make sure he didn’t make any mistakes, but eventually, he seemed to become much more confident in what he was doing.

“So, now I’m gonna move the sponge cake batter into these two pans, but I’ll cut ‘em in half later,” Patton explained as he stuck the pans in the oven.

“Isn’t… this is tiramisu, so why do you need the sponge cakes? Uh… unless, it- normally has that? I don’t… I’m not the expert.”

Patton grinned at the opportunity to explain. “So, yeah, normal tiramisu is just the ladyfingers and mascarpone, but I found this recipe the other day that has a layer of sponge as kind of a third layer, I think they called it a parfait tiramisu, and the sponges are soaked in different mixtures, the sponge cake one is a little more chocolate-y than the espresso for the ladyfingers. That’s why I wanted to try it! It’s a little different than other recipes I’ve followed.”

“I guess you thought a lot about this,” Virgil noted with a bit of a smirk.

“Yeah,” Patton admitted, cheeks tinged slightly pink. “It’s something I’m pretty passionate about. I’ve never been super obsessed with being this- awesome, child prodigy chef or baker, but instead, I try to challenge myself to do new things, stuff I’m not even sure I can make, just to see. It’s fun, to see what food is capable of becoming. And then I get to share it with the people I love!”

His roommate nodded along with the explanation. “Yeah, I get that. It’s probably… better, to be more focused on learning and growing than… being perfect,” Virgil trailed off, and Patton wasn’t quite sure they were just talking about him anymore.

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with being perfect! I just think perfectionism is a waste of energy. Culinary arts isn’t an exact science, anyway. I mean, the recipe is important, but the beauty and the- originality comes from the variety, the steps you take to make it your own creation. And, it tastes good, hopefully! And when it doesn’t taste good, you can laugh about it, tell the story, and try again.”

“Try again, huh?” Virgil frowned staring off into nowhere. “I… sorry, that… I got off track. Uh, that makes a lot of sense. Never really thought about it that way, but I don’t cook, so I guess I wouldn’t know.”

“Well, someone quite wise once said, ‘anyone can cook,’ so here we are! I hope you had fun, at least,” Patton replied brightly, sticking the last of their creation into the oven and setting the appropriate timers for each pan.

“...Did you just quote Ratatouille at me?” Virgil stared at him in bafflement, but a shocked smirk gave away how he really felt.

Patton giggled, taking a seat in a nearby stool, waving for Virgil to do the same. “I guess I did, not taking it back, though. It’s a good quote! A very wise rat,” he declared sagely.

Virgil chuckled in response, sitting down across from him. He didn’t seem to have anything to add, and Patton’s words were making him think about- something big. So, he left him be, enjoying the ambient sounds of the almost empty kitchen.

The comfortable silence was only interrupted by the shrill ringing of his time. Patton jumped up with a grin. Now for the fun part!

“Alright, well, all that’s left is to wait for this stuff to cool and combine it once it’s out of the oven. If you wanna stick around and hang out until it’s done, you can. But, if you want, I can just text you when it’s done for the taste test! That’s the most important part, after all!”

“I… uh, I can stay. Not much else to do, anyway. Uhm… would you… er, wanna- talk more about the, uh- recipes? Like, other- cool one’s you’ve tried… before? You don’t have to but… seemed like something you’d- uh, like to talk about to… pass time I guess,” Virgil stammered.

“Oh, absolutely! I have all kinds of stories, some of them with more- er, successful outcomes than others. Ooh, I should tell you about the first tiered cake I made with my parents! We ended up having to order one, since it was actually for someone else, but we wanted to try it ourselves first! It was, heh- kind of a waste of eggs, actually.”

Virgil watched from his spot on his stool as Patton rambled excitedly, their cake being cooled on the counter behind him.

Okay, maybe this wasn’t the most productive way to spend a Saturday afternoon, and Virgil was conveniently ignoring the fact he was once again choosing to spend time with one of his roomates.

Patton’s excited smile as he talked about something he really, truly loved kinda made it worth it.

…Just as long as he still got to eat the cake afterwards.

#sanders sides fanfiction #tss storytime 2023 #cw burnout #cw dissociation #cw unhealthy work habits #virgil sanders #patton sanders

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chaoswithcausation · 1 year

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Free To Feel

I’ve been considering writing a Sanders Sides oneshot or something for a while now and well I guess I’m finally doing it.

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High school au hurt/comfort with Janus and Patton. Patton has learned something from his mom, and he’s pretty upset about it. He doesn’t know why- it took place years ago, so he doesn’t have any reason to feel sad about it, right?

Then why can’t he stop crying?

It takes a talk with Janus to let him know that his feelings, no matter what they are, are valid.

Warnings for: discussion of past miscarriage(s), Remus (he only shows up briefly and says one thing to warrant this, though), some swearing

If you read it and have any constructive criticism, please share!

Patton was having a shitty day, and Janus could tell.

It wasn’t like it was hard or anything- he was great at reading body language, and Patton’s had been practically screaming “THIS SUCKS!!!” all day long.

Granted, that was what Janus saw. Patton was actually very good at concealing his negative emotions, so it was no big surprise when none of their friends seemed to pick up on the distressed vibes radiating from the usual sunshine. Janus had roughly half his classes with Patton, so he had plenty of time to observe his mood. Rather than excitedly volunteer answers like he usually did in History, Patton had sat quietly in his spot looking out the window. That in itself didn’t seem like much cause for concern at the time, but when he offered no topics of conversation at all during lunch Janus began to worry.

There wasn’t much he could do about it until after school, though. So he waited, keeping a careful eye on the softest of his friends while in the classes they shared, and formulating a plan for talking to Patton after school. Since he didn’t know what the issue was, he figured that he’d swing by his house after school before heading to Patton’s. They lived only a few blocks away from each other, and were regularly coming and going between houses as if they lived together. This was essentially the norm for their entire friend group- though the twins and Logan did live at slightly greater distances than the rest.

When the bell rang, Janus totally didn’t run out of the classroom. Nopity nope, he definitely did not. Doesn’t matter what you heard, the hall monitors are bitchy liars.

Regardless of the verity of what the hall monitors may or may not have seen, Janus did arrive at he and his friends’ designated meetup spot at the front of the school very quickly— but was somehow still the last to arrive, excepting Patton.

What? It wasn’t his fault that his final class was all the way on the other side of the school!

He didn’t plan to stop and chat, though, considering two things. A) he was on a mission, and didn’t have time to listen to Roman talking about the upcoming theatre production today, and B) he had absolutely zero I desire to get involved in whatever was happening.

Virgil and Roman were lounging on the ground against the wall, watching Logan and Remus scream at impressively loud volumes.

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS?! YOU CA-”

“IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU TELL ME, I’M NOT GOING TO LISTEN!!!”

“YOU ARE SINGLE-HANDEDLY THE MOST INSUFFERABLE PERSON I’VE EVER MET!!!”

“YOUR MOM IS- oh hey Jannie!”

Janus rubbed his temples. “Hello Remus. Have any of you seen Patton?”

“He already went home,” Virgil piped up. “Said he was tired and didn’t feel up to listening to these two go at each other like a couple of wild animals. Well, not in those words, duh, but that was the general vibe I got.”

Remus snickered at Virgil’s comparison of him and Logan. “Y’know, going at it like a couple of wild animals sounds pretty fun, huh Logan?”

“Why you-”

Janus didn’t stick around to hear the rest.

When he arrived at Patton’s house, he knocked on the front door and called out as he stepped inside to let them know it was him entering, then poked his head into the kitchen where Patton’s mom always sat at the table working. “Hi! Is Patton home yet?”

She had scarcely opened her mouth to respond when Patton came sliding down the hallway in socks at top speed, bowling over Janus and knocking them both onto the floor.

“Oh, sorry Jan!” he exclaimed, hauling them both back up to their feet. “C’mon, let’s go to my room so Mom can work.”

Patton’s mom was clearly suppressing a laugh. “Pat, honey, what have we told you about sliding down the hallway at Mach 4?”

“Sorry, mom. Won’t happen again!” he called, already moving back towards his room. Janus followed, and after setting his bag down on the floor, immediately flopped down into the absolutely enormous beanbag chair occupying the corner of the room. Patton shut the door then followed suit, plopping himself down onto the other end of it.

It was huge. They could have easily fit another person in between them— although at that point it would’ve been a bit more like a cuddle pile.

“So, what’s up?” Patton asked. He wore a calm smile on his face, but the emotion he was trying to convey did not reach his eyes. He looked, like Virgil had said, tired.

“It’s vibe check time,” Janus replied. “And before you start spouting some ‘I am a-okay!’ bullshit, let me tell you that I know something’s been off with you all day. Whatever’s going on, you can tell me about it.”

“Right to the chase, huh?”

“Yes.”

Patton sighed heavily and sunk down in the chair. “I don’t want to burden you with my garbage.”

“You aren’t burdening me, Patton. I asked. And I sincerely hope that your ‘garbage’ is referring to the contents of your trash can, and not your personal issues.”

Patton sunk a little deeper into the chair. “So, I was talking with my mom yesterday.”

He paused for a long time.

“I don’t think you know this, since we didn’t really hang out then, but when I was littler my parents tried really hard for another kid. That’s my brother.”

Janus was very familiar with Patton’s little brother. The kid was smart as a whip, just as silly and sunshiney as his older brother, and had probably seen every Disney movie in existence. Their entire friend group doted on him like he was an angel- especially Logan, who normally was awkward around kids at best. The others liked to tease him about it, but it was clear to anyone that they all adored Emile as well.

Patton pulled his sleeves down over his hands and balled them up to make sweater paws. “I remember, when I was really little, I used to ask for siblings all the time. I wanted a bunch of siblings to play with and hang out with and have little sleepovers with— all that fun stuff. I never really stopped to wonder why it took so long for Emile to get here.” He paused for a moment to breathe— in for four, hold for four, out for four. Virgil used the same trick to help with his anxiety.

Patton let out a small chuckle. “I was so excited when he arrived. I finally had a brother! Yeah, he was really tiny and squishy at first, but as he got bigger he started to grow into this amazing person who is so much fun to be around, and now he’s one of my best friends. Sure, he can be a goober sometimes, but so can I! I love having him as my brother!”

Another long pause.

“But… I didn’t stop hoping for more siblings. As we both got older, though, and he got to be old enough to actually talk and stuff, I kind of forgot about it, but… not completely. I wondered, sometimes, why it was just me and Emile. Heck, once I was old enough to realize that we aren’t getting any more siblings, I even felt sad that he wouldn’t get to be a big brother too.”

Patton rubbed at his eyes, and remained quiet for a bit.

“Yesterday, my mom and I were talking. I can’t even remember now how it got brought up, but…” he took a shaky breath and continued. “We wound up on the topic of siblings, and she— she told me that she—”

There were tears flowing down his cheeks now, but he seemed determined to continue.

“She told me that she miscarried! And I— I don’t— I don’t know why I’m so upset, because it’s not even like I knew the babies existed back then and it was years and years ago so it shouldn’t matter now, but— I couldn’t stop thinking, about how I never knew how risky it was, and then I started thinking about how it just as easily could’ve been me or Emile and— and that just scared me so much because I can’t imagine not having him in my life because he’s such an incredible kid, and then I was thinking about how we could’ve had more siblings that probably would’ve been just as amazing as him and— and—”

Patton buried his face in his sweater-paws and wept. Janus reached out an arm and gently wrapped it around his shoulders— enough so that he could feel it, but still light enough for Patton to move away if he wished to.

Instead, Patton collapsed into his embrace, and Janus enfolded him in his warm arms, not saying anything, just letting him cry.

“Four,” he sobbed. “There were four.”

They stayed there like that for a while, as Patton cried out the word ‘four’ again and again. When he did sit up and dry his face, he wouldn’t meet Janus’s eyes.

“Sorry to dump all that on you. It’s silly to be so upset about something so long ago-”

Janus cut him off. “Patton, you don’t have to apologize for anything. I came here because I noticed that you seemed sad, and specifically asked you to share with me what was wrong— and I am so glad that you did. There is absolutely nothing silly with the way you are feeling. This is an entirely natural and reasonable response to learning what you have, and your feelings are completely valid. Additionally, you don’t have to hide when you feel upset over something. You have one of the biggest hearts of anyone I’ve ever met, and you have friends and family who love you so much. Please don’t ever feel like your emotions are silly, or that you can’t talk to anyone about them.”

Patton’s eyes welled up, and he wrapped Janus up in a huge hug. “Dang it, Jan. How do you always know what to say?”

Janus wrapped his arms around his friend once more, and held on tight. “It’s my specialty.”

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milomeepit · 1 year

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Hi Milo! I’m sending this anonymously because well I feel like it wouldn’t be the same if you knew who I was, I’m glad we were friends! I very much am, I know we don’t talk like at all anymore but I’m glad you were someone I could very much look up to while I was in the Sanders side fandom. Im mostly sending this because u rewatched Meet the Robinsons, and to a degree I still associate that movie with you. I’m glad you supported my art the way you did, even if most of it was pretty rough. I appreciate that a LOT. Every now and then I think about the big server that everyone first started in. It’s a shame that it shrunk so small. I hope you have a happy holidays!

Aaaa I only just saw this, I... do not check my ask box enough these days :( I'm so sorry!

Ahh, the old TS Big Bang server *squishes my cheeks nostalgically* I do miss those guys, I don't think I've really spoken to anybody from that group in.. probably a couple of years at this point. :( I hope everybody's doing well

Also, ngl, I lowkey teared up at you thinking if me while watching MTR 🥺 the mortifying ordeal of being known is good sometimes

I have a couple of ideas who this might be from, but no pressure 💛 if you ever do wanna chat and catch up, though, I'm always around ^-^

Again, super late, but yes! I did have a good holiday season, I hope you did, too! Though, I guess at this point.. Happy Valentine's Day? 😅

#asks #anon #frens

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fanartfunart · 2 years

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[Image Description: a flat colored drawing of a variety of characters surrounding a table, all labeled. Spider-man is crouched looking at the table with a hand on his chin. Chat Noir stands next to him, leaning his chin and hands on his baton with a smile. Skyward Sword Link (in his starting outfit) is on his knees, looking at the Master Sword on the table. Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask Kid Link is standing next to him, looking curiously skeptic. Behind them is a white My Little Pony Alicorn OC- Ora Vez. Next to the Links, is an OC, Alex Pine, in a green tunic with very long swooping bangs. He has a rapier on the table in front of him. Behind him stands an OC named Amy Loveton, with red hair in a ponytail and large orange and yellow wings, wearing a red dress, looking curious. Next to them is an OC John Immer, who is ducking from Roman Sanders swinging a sword over his head. John has short red hair, wearing a white collared overshirt and a blue t-shirt, a blue aura of magic in one hand. In front of John and Roman is After the Fall’s Devin, with a sword hilt in front of them, and Kelley, who is looking up at Roman. Aang lies on the table in front of the group, propping his head up. Solasan Lae, a Aasmair DnD character, holds a viol bow in one hand, grinning at the group. He has gold-highlighted curly red hair in a bun, and wears a blue and purple tunic. End ID]

Blorbo Collection! (as inspired by this post) It seems I have a three types and apparently it’s ‘has a sword-like weapon’, ‘happy go lucky & charismatic (who’s hiding significant emotional turmoil)’ or ‘dry, suspicious of everyone “loner”’ Usually the sword-wielder is also one of the other two.

#Yea there's two Links what about it #no I'm not gonna tag any of these fandoms #fanart's fanart #ocs #me: what do I draw all my blorbos of blorbo history doing? 5 seconds later realizing at least half of them have swords: compare swords ofc #Solas is holding a sword fyi.... the bow is a sword. and he has a sun sword too #actually Solas has like 4 swords.#whoops

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hauntedkidstarfish · 2 years

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Unheard Beauty Part 1

This is my first fanfic and please let me know if you want a second part

Prompt: Virgil has been deaf for about three months and hadn't told the others because he was worried about how they will react...Until one day the others found out

Characters: Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Janus Sanders and Remus Sanders

Pairing: None

Warning: Ableism being shown throughout some parts of the story, Remus being Remus, mentions of a Panic attack, Angst and mild cussing (Possibly that's all. Let me know if I've missed something)

Summary: Basically the prompt at the moment

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It started about three months ago after Thomas finished recording a new Sanders ASides video with all six of his sides. He prepared his living room for the appropriate theme of the video which is similar to the first ASides video of Healthy distractions.

It was hard to tell how it happened for Virgil but he was in his room listening to music with his headphones, sitting on the floor in the middle of his room, when he could make out some of the lyrics but couldn't for other parts of the lyrics. Virgil sighed a bit to himself, took off his headphones, rubbed his face and thought that not being able to make out some of the lyrics was because he was maybe tired so he got up and noticed that it was oddly strange that he was able to hear his own heartbeat, not his breathing or the others as his breathing started to pick up a bit; so in order to calm himself down, he went to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Virgil looked around the living room, nobody was there which was odd. Usually Logan was reading on the couch, Janus usually sat opposite of Logan and had a cup of tea while keeping an eye on Remus so that there wouldn't be any chaos and Patton was usually in the kitchen with Roman making lunch right about now. Virgil went into the living room with a cup of water and sat on the couch.

"Maybe they're just busy somewhere in the Mindscape..." Virgil says to himself as he drank some water. Virgil began to tap his foot a bit, worry beginning to set in. It was very odd for the others to not be where they usually were, Virgil closed his eyes shut in order to calm himself down a bit more.

Maybe a few minutes had passed and Virgil opened his eyes to be greeted with an annoyed looking prince which had scared shit out of Virgil.

"What the fuck!?!?!" Virgil says panicked, "When did you get here???"

"A few minutes ago Emo! Where have *inaudible* Why haven't you responded to the group chat?!?!?" Roman replied while crossing his arms

Patton went to Roman and Virgil and as calmly as possible said, "We were exploring Roman's side of the Imagination Kiddo. We've *inaudible* your name and knocked on your *inaudible* if you *inaudible* come with us *inaudible* answered"

Virgil looks at Roman and Patton a little confused, "Huh? I'm sorry but I didn't hear you guys"

Roman had grown more annoyed and looked a little angry when Virgil replied, "Well, maybe if you hadn't have had your headphones on maybe you would've heard us Count Woe-laf!!!"

Virgil got up and threw the remaining water from his cup at Roman, "Well I'm sorry if I was busy working in my room until now!!!"

Patton immediately went to Logan who was calmly watching the situation unfold with Janus and Remus.

Logan looked at the two sides arguing for a few minutes before going to them and saying, "That's enough. The both of you, arguing about something so trivial isn't going to get you anything. So I suggest-"

"Shut it Microsoft Nerd! What are you to say about any of this?!?! You don't even understand emotions!!!" Roman replied angrily while interrupting Logan

Virgil pushed Roman a bit, "Leave him alone!! Don't you dare bring him into this!!! You can say all you want about me to my face but don't you dare insult the others!!! Do you understand?!?!" Virgil went up the stairs and stopped halfway, he looked at the others, to see a worried Patton, a slightly worried and grinning Remus, a calm Janus, an angry Roman and Logan regaining his composure, "I won't be eating lunch today. Just go back to whatever you guys have been doing" And before anyone could say a word, Virgil went to his room, slammed it shut, locked it and fell to the floor shaking.

"Why??? What is happening?!?! I don't-" Virgil says panicked

Unbearable

Idiot

Imbicle

Why did you do that?

"Stop... please..." Virgil says quietly and began to cover his ears

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An hour later, Virgil was curled up in his blanket, lying down on his bed. He found his room to be quiet after having a panic attack but he was still glazed with worry and fear of what had happened an hour earlier. First not being able to hear some words, then getting into an argument with Roman and then having a panic attack in his room and not feeling hungry at the moment even though he could smell the food that Patton most likely made.

He didn't want to get up, he didn't know what's going on with his hearing and he wants it to just stop. He thought it will be best if he just avoided the others for as long as he can until he figured out what was going on with his hearing and why it is how it's becoming

#sanders sides fanfiction #fanfic #Virgil Deaf AU #Slight abelism #Slight angst

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isaias-cabrera · 2 years

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‷ watch out , isaias cabrera has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 37 years old and celebrate their birthday on the twenty third of march. they are from albuquerque, new mexico, reside in GREYSTONE COMPLEX and are currently working as a paint technician at Sanders’ autobody. one thing you should know about them is he moved to Roswell in 2003 to be with his online girlfriend but he’s never seen or heard from her since‷

TW: DEATH MENTION, TW: CHRONIC ILLNESS MENTION

BIO

Isaias was born to two people who weren’t ready to have kids. His father got scared and left his mom as soon as he found out about the pregnancy. His mother, a vagabond who could never stay in one place for too long. She was always in and out of Isaias life during his early childhood before eventually the visits stopped coming.

Ultimately, he would be raised his maternal grandfather. He credits his grandfather for everything even to this day.

His early childhood was fairly normal despite his parents not being there and he spent most of it playing sports with the neighborhood kids and watching his grandfather work on the cars.

Academically, Isaias was never one to try in school and he barely graduated. He was also known for getting in fights but he swears it wasn’t his issues

Isaias was always independent from the start and got his first job at a chop shop when he was still in middle school to help his grandfather financially.

(TW CHRONIC ILLNESS) His grandfather’s health started declining and he was diagnosed with dementia when Isaias started highschool. Isaias had no free time for friends or fun, it was school, work, and home to take care of his grandfather.

He would find other ways to socialize, thanks to the internet. Then he met a girl from Roswell in a random chat room that would change his life forever. He talked to her every chance he could get and she was there for him through everything.

(TW DEATH) When his grandfather passed at 16, she was there. When his mother never came to the funeral, she was there. When he had to spend the rest of his adolescence in a group home, she was there. He truly felt he was in love and when he graduated at 18, she convinced him to move to Roswell. So he did

He had enough savings for a deposit at Tripp’s trailer park and left Albuquerque with nothing but his 86 camaro. When he got to Roswell though, there was no happy ending. She stood him up and he never heard from her again. He was absolutely devastated but there was nothing left in Albuquerque for him and he decided to stay.

He’s never actually told anyone why he moved here except a few close friends. He usually tells people he came to Roswell for the great service.

He got the job at sanders autoshop fairly early on, they were in desperate need of a paint technician and while he had more knowledge on the mechanics of cars, he had a knack for it and realized his love for painting and it’s been a hobby ever since

He eventually moved to greystone complex in his twenties but he sometimes misses the trailer park!

Not much has really changed for Isaias since moving to Roswell and he’s pretty content that way. He’s a very go with the flow kind of guy and is not really in a rush to do anything of great importance

He loves to race and play basketball and go to the alien gulch

You can find him almost always at The Wild Pony on his days off where he’s known for getting drunk and trying to start fights with other drunk people

Also Isaias doesn’t believe in aliens!! He’s yet to be persuaded either

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Friends!!

maybe a foe or two from his bar fights

he definitely would have an ex or two

There’s also his online girlfriend

I’m really open to anything

#tw death mention #tw chronic illness #hopefully this is fine!!#roswellintro

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akkpipitphattana · 2 years

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Excuse you, I need to know more about number 8. And most importantly, who’s who. Look wise they have their clear counterparts, but personality wise it’s a complete switch. Anyways I want to know everything.

ahh omg yes!! so i already answered the basic premise and stuff with antania's ask here but i can definitely give you a brief breakdown on the roles i used. keep in mind it's not completely to the nose roles, its just the general vibes that match up with my fic.

so, like you said, despite their looks fitting philip and lukas respectively, robbe and sander are flipped in terms of their stories and the way they parallel philkas, so robbe is actually lukas (for the most part) and sander is philip (for the most part). there are some parts where they share they switch tho because it fits better with the story and makes the most sense to me shfjsdjf and then at the same time milan/zoe/senne are to robbe what helen and gabe are to philip - that found family and place he can be himself. robbe's mom is similar to anne, but his dad is very similar to bo. and then i made sander's mom the sheriff and his dad isn't as involved, but there is one scene i have planned with him that mimics a philip/gabe scene. and then noor is obviously rose. i originally thought of having her and britt split that role, but i just ended up deciding not to include britt in the fic at all. also amber/aaron fall into a specific role too, but i'll let you guess which one that is 👀

and below i will include a scene from the prologue <3

Making his way to the kitchen, Robbe instantly goes to the coffee maker, realizing almost immediately that there’s no actual coffee in the house. He supposes the local drug store’s coffee is going to have to do. He pulls out his phone in order to text both Noor and the flatshare group chat he’d been added to the previous night about the dilemma and that he was going to pick a cup up for himself. He asks if they want anything, mostly just to be polite because he figures none of them are awake yet.

Once the texts have been sent, Robbe goes back to his room to quietly collect his keys and headphones before he heads out the door, riding on his bike to the drug store that’s only a few blocks away. Once there, he hops off his bike, locking it up outside the store. He vaguely hears the bell ring over his music as he pushes the door open, but he doesn’t pay attention to it, instead making a beeline for the coffee dispensers.

Robbe slows down, though, when he notices a familiar head of blond hair in front of them. He slowly pulls his headphones off his head, letting them rest on his shoulders as he watches the boy.

Sander, his brain supplies. That’s the name Zoë had mentioned.

Robbe’s staring is cut short when Sander looks up from his drink, catching Robbe’s eye. The skater quickly ducks his head, going back to his task of getting himself a coffee. He curses quietly to himself, though, when he catches blond hair moving toward him out of the corner of his eye.

“Excuse me,” a low voice says.

Robbe presses his eyes briefly closed before he gathers his courage and looks up at the other boy, trying not to be too caught off guard by the fact that he’s actually standing really close to Robbe.

Sander doesn’t seem fazed, a bit of a blank look on his face as he holds his coffee cup in one hand, and the strap to a messenger bag in the other. “Do you know where the chips are?”

Robbe’s eyebrows furrow, a small tilt to his head. “Um—”

Sander rolls his eyes. “The chips. You work here, don’t you?”

The question baffles Robbe. Not only does he explicitly not work at this drug store, but he doesn’t think his baggy jeans and brown jacket match the uniform very well. “I don’t—”

Sander cuts him off again with a scoff. “You’d think they would at least try to hire competent employees here,” he states with a shake of his head.

Robbe stares at him for a moment with wide eyes. “Dude, I don’t work here,” he manages to get out without being interrupted this time and Sander raises his eyebrows at him.

But then he’s letting out a snort of laughter, hunching forward slightly as he laughs and Robbe’s confusion only grows.

“Man, I really had you going,” he says through his laughs and Robbe ignores the fluttering in his stomach over the sound of it. “Sorry,” Sander adds on, still laughing and then breathing out as he shakes his head.

Once Sander seems to have collected himself and Robbe is still looking at him with confusion, the taller boy offers a small smile. “Sorry,” he repeats, “I saw you and I couldn’t resist messing with you a little. You’re Senne’s new roommate, right? Robbe?” he asks, a small tilt to his head.

Robbe’s shoulders relax some, and he ignores the feeling hearing Sander say his name gives him, though a small smile forms on his lips as well as he nods. “Yeah. And you’re Senne’s friend, right?”

Sander gives a scoff as if offended. “I’m his best friend. The best friend that would have been at the party last night if he hadn’t had an art project to work on,” he corrects.

Robbe lets out a small huff of laughter. He vaguely remembers Senne saying something like that to Lisa, about someone not being able to come and see her off. “Oh, okay. Sorry, didn’t mean to offend,” he offers somewhat playfully and Sander smiles at him. Robbe once again pointedly ignores the feeling he gets at the sight of it.

“Nah, it’s okay. He at least told you my name, right?” Sander asks with a small raise of his eyebrows.

Robbe laughs softly. “Yeah. Sander, right?” he asks, deciding against telling him that it was actually Zoë that told him Sander’s name. Sander’s smile widens as he nods. Robbe finds himself smiling and nodding back.

He also finds himself looking at Sander a little too long as silence settles and he ducks his head after a moment, clearing his throat.

Sander, who had also seemed to be looking a little too long, shifts back then, clearing his own throat. “Well, Robbe, it was nice to meet you,” he says, the hand holding the strap of his bag releasing it so he can hold out his hand in offering.

Robbe looks at it a moment before he takes it and shakes it, smiling softly at the taller boy. “Yeah. You too, Sander.”

Sander smiles and their hands and gazes linger on each other for a little while longer before Sander finally pulls his hand back.

“See you around,” he offers as he moves past Robbe, heading out the door.

Robbe ignores the fact that his eyes follow Sander out the door without his permission.

ask me about my wips!

#if you were in the eyewitness fandom at the time you can probably guess this scene is inspired by what james and tyler #said was likely lukas and philip's first meeting mixed artfully with robbe and sander's real first meeting 😌#my writing #sobbe eyewitness au #asks #frank 🍊#mine

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shit-talk-turner · 3 months

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After much deliberation I have decided to break my silence. I first met Alex in 2017 in France during the recording of TBHC. I knew our love was wrong, not because he had a girlfriend, I didn't even know who he was at the time, and I never saw the Taylor tattoo because he was always fully dressed during our encounters. No, it was wrong because of our age difference. While I look like a beautiful young French actress from the 1960s I am actually a 19 year old vampire. As in, I have been a vampire for 19 years and was also 19 years old when I was turned so that's 38 total and much too old for Alex who was 31 at the time. I knew our relationship could never last, but I was irresistibly drawn to this odd little man who appeared in my French village one day with his black Wurlitzer piano strapped to his back, his masculine frame easily carrying the weight like a very light sack of potatoes. He didn't speak French, and even though I speak 17 languages including all those ones from Lord of the Rings, I struggled to understand his unique blend of Sheffield and LA accent. Instead we spoke the language of love. He played me sweet music. I fed him red wine from my ruby lips. He told me he had a secret, it sounded like a rusty key unlocking the door of his heart. I sucked him through his jorts with my delicate fangs and though I knew I was a monster he treated me like a friend and added me to his Whatsapp group chat. We spent a glorious three days together, filled with sado-masochism and the Larry Sanders Show, and I asked him if he would join me among the ranks of the undead. He only shook his head sadly and whispered "Dans leur coeur il y a des cactus. Aïe-aïe! Ouille! Aïe!" Without my Alexander my immortal existence grows dry and flavorless. I spend my days in my French village growing potatoes to honour his memory. Would I recognize him if he were to return to me? A wrinkly old man with a slightly different haircut and a strange sadness in his eyes? O by all the stars in heaven I swear I would know his unique scent of cigarettes and gasoline and the sound of his little boot heels on the cobblestones of my soul! Return to me mon amour! Return! //

hahahaha this was the best thing i've read today, stephenie meyer could never 💀

literally never ever

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blockgeni · 1 year

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almostcertainarcade · 1 year

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