#BUT THE KEY WORD IS ALMOST

[m00ngbin]

TFS TUESDAY! BUT ACTUALLY TUESDAY THIS TIME!

#last chapter was a lot #IN A GOOD WAY #a lot in a good way #it kills me how if they would just TALK TO EACH OTHER this whole thing could have been completely avoided #but thats not how people work. especially not kids and also toichiro is gonna do everything in his stupid power to keep them from being #friends again #i know im cutting it close its almost wednesday #BUT THE KEY WORD IS ALMOST #ITS NOT WEDNESDAY YET #where i am its not #SO CLOSE but not quite #fun fact that alien stuffed animal is something i won from a claw machine second try and when i got it i kid you not i fell to my knees #because i was so shocked #i shouldnt have touched the floor though it was probably gross #i just noticed tome's hair in that picture is longer on one side than the other and its going to bug me forever #typing all of this is keeping me from reading it so i'm going to shut up for a minute and get to the new chapter

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

sometimes i remember that gojo wanted to tell geto “we’ll meet again, right?” just before he died but forced himself not to knowing it would have cursed him and then i start thinking about how kind and thoughtful gojo is as a character and how he hasn’t been able to lean on another human being since geto defected and then i want to . Scream

#like. there’s something almost helpless about that question. because gojo doesn’t *know* the answer…. he’s asking for reassurance #he wants to know if they’ll ever meet again even though deep down he knows the answer #and it’s so… bare? so vulnerable. #if he had voiced it that would’ve been the first time in TEN YEARS that gojo truly bared his heart to someone and asked for help #but he knew it would turn into a curse and so he gulped the words back down. :(( #gojo is such a sincerely kind and thoughtful character and it breaks my heart that sooo many people in the fandom can’t see that 😭 #he isn’t a saint and he definitely isn’t selfless but above all else his goal as a human being is to make sure no one ever feels alone. #that no one has their youth taken away from them….. that everyone gets a Choice in how to live their life :(((( it’s so important to him. #i just genuinely don’t understand ppl who insist that he’s morally gray ….. gojo is a consistently Good person and that never changes #he wants to have fun and laugh and he wants his students to enjoy their youth. he wants them to think he’s cool. #he’s the big brother slash father Ever and i love him to death #i got sidetracked this was supposed to be abt geto 😔😔 anyway the final scene between them will always be my Favorite ever #and the key to understanding both their characters and love for one another #ty for coming to my ted talk i’m feeling normal abt them today 😇😇 #ari noises ✩

[puppyeared]

When you backread through a fun conversation you had with someone for hours an angel gets its wings

#I was talking to my brother about Norman doors and I had fun in my UX class and he was telling me about demon cores and the trolley problem #in his class. AND I remembered to take my meds today so I can feel every cell in my body. i can feel the neurons rubbing together #and yesterday I infodumped about the specialists bullseye chart to crow and how it ties with witch hat atelier #WHICH I MANAGED TOGET THEM TK READ IM SO HAPPY. I MAKE SQUEALING GUINEA PIG NOISES EVERY TIME THEY TELL ME WHAT THEYVE READ SO FAR. AHH #i might not even be scratching the surface with witch hat there are so many themes i could not possibly fathom or go over my heasd #and thats what makes it so exciting there are so many spaces in between that you can fill with your thoughts and i. i #waves my hands around manically #for anyone interested in my insane ramblings. the bullseye chart is from are we all scientific experts now by harry collins #in my own words its basically saying everything we know about anything is a game of broken telephone #and it discusses how information gets lost in translation between experts and laymen including things that arent in control #one of the main points was how things that happen between experts are complicated including debates and findings #that you can only really understand thru research and experience in that field and cant be smoothly shared without it being reworded #and risking some of those key points. or even concepts that are hard to understand that cant be shared at all #like if you tried to tell me about how DNA works using words scientists are familiar with but i am NOT- i risk missing concepts that i need #to understand to know how it works on the level you understand. or i risk having it reworded and understanding it but not on that level #AND IT DOES TIE TO WITCH HAT THE WITCH AND NORMAL FOLK COMMUNITIES I PROMISE. ITS SO INTERESTING #anyway i spent hours reading back thru that conversation and i might as well admit it goes for almost every fun conversation i have #and it might be the 20mg of adderall in my body but i am in such a state of peace and love i have to verbalize it. ahh #yapping

[leoslosttoolbelt]

Leo panicked and called nico "buddy" after their first kiss and Nico almost pushed him off Argo 2 just for that ❤️

#leo valdez #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #valdangelo #key word almost

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Our Angel of Brahma, pt. ix

Travelers. Friends. Mutuals. @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @the-private-eye @demonic-panini @gwenlena

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING BEGINS. MOTHERLY VOICE: I finally got a moment to myself thanks to Eber and Camilla… Thank the Goddess… I don’t know what I would be doing without them. (THE PERSON SIGHS) Where do I begin? I guess… my name would be a good start.  (CLEARING THEIR THROAT) My name is Eevee Bell, and I am one of three to four dozen Dome Wardens on Brahma. Our duty is to perform routine maintenance on the planet’s Dome, track incoming and outgoing shuttles and ships, and monitor Brahma’s severe weather outside the Dome. I love my job. I think I do my job very well. From what I’ve heard about other planets, they have robotics and computers to do this job now. Artificial intelligence that the Solar Planets spent a fortune to perfect. Of course just like with everything else though, Brahma gets left behind in the dust. (EEVEE CHUCKLES UNDER HER BREATH) EEVEE: Goddess bless our savior New Kinshasa. (EEVEE LAUGHS A BIT HARSHER) EEVEE: What happened to us though has been brewing under their noses for some time now. I guess it was only a matter of time before… something was done.  To be honest I’m still not entirely sure what did happen. I know that our alarms went off when the Reactor Core was removed, and I know they stopped going off when the Core was put back. I know that the Chief Constable called all of our stations, and ordered us to go home. I know that we have not gone back to our stations for nearly ten days. I know that if we don’t accept any imports within the next seven days Brahma will begin to suffer. And if we fall, New Kinshasa falls with us.  Cyrus called me while I was rushing to get home to Baird. He asked me how much I knew and after I told him, I asked how much he knew. He said it would be better if he came to speak to me in person. He lives across town with Iris. I told him it wouldn’t be wise to meet up so late, especially with a curfew in place. He disagreed, but I talked enough sense into him that he waited until morning to catch a tram over here to the apartments.  Baird was not enthused to see him. He was rather… indifferent, actually. I know it hurt Cyrus’ feelings, I do plan on talking about it with Baird when I can, but it’s so hard to talk about anything seriously right now. I’d rather keep things as light-hearted as possible.  I sent Baird over to Camilla and Eber’s apartment while I had tea with Cyrus. He looked so worried. He asked me if I saw the Chief Constable’s broadcast about the Revolutionary, Peter Nureyev. I have. I watched it with Baird the night before after I got home from my post. Cyrus said that he doesn’t know of any Peter Nureyevs in any of his revolution circles.  He surprised me by asking me for my thoughts about the Constable they allegedly found murdered by the Revolutionary. I didn’t at the time, and I still don’t now. Cyrus said that he has reason to believe that part was a lie. He doesn’t believe the Revolutionary killed a Constable. He thinks it might be an elaborate lie or cover-up for some more vain truth. (EEVEE INHALES SHARPLY) The revolutionaries are holding a meeting tonight. Cyrus invited me to come. He wants me there. I don’t want to get in trouble, but… I need to keep Cyrus and Baird safe. And by extension, it’s my job to keep Brahma safe.  SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS: EEVEE:  What the fuck! NEW VOICE:  What are you doing? EEVEE:  What am I doing I’m recording you idiot! Cyrus, don’t you see? If what was discussed tonight has any truth to it, New Kinshasa isn’t going to let any of this get out. More than– I bet you my next paycheck that Dark Matters is going to play a role in covering it all up! (CYRUS TRIES TO SHUSH EEVEE) CYRUS:  Alright, alright– you have a point. Keep your voice down alright the streets have ears… You really hope your little comms though is going to play a role in– This? EEVEE: Mark my word, I think my little comms will outlive both of us. If Baird’s lucky it will outlive them.  (CYRUS GROANS. EEVEE GIGGLES) Okay, okay… I attended the meeting– CYRUS: The book club. We went to a late-night book club meeting. What? Don’t give me that look. Plausible deniability, Eve. EEVEE:  Right. The Book Club. We attended Book Club and talked about the climax of a war story. In the story, the main character kills a man with radical ideas to overthrow their government. The man he killed was not popular amongst the rebels. In theory, they should have agreed with him. CYRUS: In practice, however, the rebels do not condone murdering hundreds of thousands of people. Thus the whole unpopular amongst the rebels.  EEVEE:  Of course, word got out about the man’s death, and to cover it up, the government claimed him as an Enforcer. And they were getting away with it because the last clothes the man was found in was a stolen Enforcer uniform.  I don’t know if I believe the rebel or the government’s of the story– CYRUS: Eve– EEVEE: But! But. But I do believe that it was the right call for the rebels to sit back and wait for information to trickle out to them slowly… I think I’ll need to attend the next meeting to really make sure I understand what I’m getting myself into. Oh– I’m so tired. Can we discuss all this in the morning? With hopefully less ears listening in? (CYRUS HUMS AFFIRMATIVELY) CYRUS: I’ll even let you sleep in if you let me crash on your couch.  EEVEE: Of course, I wouldn’t make you walk across town while already breaking our curfew.  CYRUS: Thanks, Eve.  (LONG PAUSE) Baird’s not going to be mad to see me, is he? EEVEE: This late at night? I doubt it. If anything he’s staying over at that Spade’s apartment probably fast asleep with Charlie. Oh, they’re so sweet together. I went to say good night to them one evening and I couldn’t kiss Baird’s head because Charlie had a death grip on his shoulders. He's always polite and entertains all of Baird’s whims… I wish you were around more to see it happen. CYRUS:  You and I both know why that can’t happen.  (BOTH OF THEM SIGH) EEVEE: You know he’s only so pouty around you because you and I split up, right? He just wants us all together again. Like a proper family. CYRUS: We are a proper family. Mom who works too hard, dad who left to get milk and never came back– see? Proper family. (EEVEE LAUGHS CAUSING CYRUS TO LAUGH) UNFAMILIAR VOICE: Hey, state your business and show your credentials. CYRUS: Shit, Constables. Run Eve! SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS. 

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. RECORDING BEGINS.  (EEVEE WHISPERS) EEVEE: Cyrus and I got away from the Constables last week perfectly fine. This week on Brahma: we went to another revolution meeting. A few old timers took roll call and one of them said he had reason to believe that the person the Angel of Brahma killed was one of theirs. A man who wasn’t the least bit popular in any particular revolutionary circle. Apparently, he wanted to drop New Kinshasa out of the sky and saw it perfectly fit to kill all of Brahma in the process.  (EEVEE SCOFFS) The nerve of some people. No one at the meeting could remember his name though, and no one still knows who Peter Nureyev is outside of the photos projected on every billboard on the planet now. He looks so young. Those dark and haunting eyes and sharp teeth. I find it hard to believe that he’s just a teenager. But– he is.  I’m trying to keep my voice down right now because Baird is asleep. The meeting was held before curfew this time so Cyrus went home to Iris and I walked alone back to the apartment. Eber was waiting for me just outside and before I could say hello he was dragging me down the halls to Hank’s apartment. His dog Missy was sprawled out on the sofa but Hank, Camilla, and Josie were all gathered around the dinner table. Mrs. Darius was upstairs with Talia, Charlie, and Baird. I sat down and told them everything I could.  The revolutionaries wouldn’t let me record anything with my comms during the meeting, but there wasn’t much that I think needed to be recorded. Just talk about who was storing what, who was leaving their doors open to help others. There was a lot of talk about going on strike. Either food or labor. They want to send a message to New Kinshasa. I don’t think I can afford to do much of anything. Me and the other Dome Wardens just went back to work two days ago, we are working through a backlog of off-planet imports and exports still. If I strike alone I’ll just be fired. If all the Wardens strike, then the Constables will take over and that will lead to certain catastrophe. And if I stop eating then Baird will stop eating and he’s already so… short.  Oh– I wish I got a chance to talk to Cyrus before we went our separate ways. He’d help me think of some way I can help. Better yet, he’d probably be able to give the others here at the apartments the answers they wanted from me. Hank didn’t say anything other than telling us to get out. Eber, Camilla, Josie, and I were silent on the walk upstairs. The kids were delighted to see us. Eber walked Talia back down to Hank, Josie was trying to fill in Mrs. Darius, and Camilla and I watched the boys play some sort of game where they kept pinching each other and trying to not shriek? I think that was the objective? Children’s games used to be much less violent when I was that age. I remember when– BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Memma? EEVEE: Bairdy! What are you doing awake? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): I couldn’t sleep. You were being too loud.  (EEVEE TSKS) EEVEE: Then let’s put you back to bed alright baby? C’mon. I’ll even sing for you if you’d like.  SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS. EEVEE: I have either made the best decision of the revolution that will turn the tides in favor of Brahma, or the worst mistake of my life.  I told the old-timers at this past meeting that I work as a Dome Warden, and that a few of my colleagues seemed interested in joining the rebellion but were uncertain on how to go about it. The old-timers were delighted for a number of reasons and had drawn the same conclusion that I had a few weeks ago when a labor strike was first brought up. They think it would be very good if I was able to get some of the other Wardens on board with the revolution.  Cyrus was very quiet during the meeting. I asked him before we left if he had any opinions he was holding back, and all he said was to trust my gut. So… I trusted my gut. I told the other Wardens at my post about the meetings. I told them about going on strike. A few seemed skeptical. Others wanted to know when the next meeting was. I’m going to contact Cyrus and get him to help me get the others to the next meeting.  I hope… this wasn’t a mistake. I guess time will only tell. SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS. EEVEE: –you turned it on. Good job, baby. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Mom, why are you showing me how to use your comms? Is something going to happen to us? Is something bad going to happen to you?  EEVEE: What? Oh no, baby. Nothing is going to happen to me. I just think you would find more use out of my comms than I would. Look, since you got it to record you can start recording all those little songs you like to sing. Or maybe you can get Charlie to record a story for you.  BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): But Mom, I like your singing and your stories more. Will you sing for me? And tell me a story tonight? EEVEE: Absolutely not. You get one or the other. Take your pick. And whatever you don’t choose, you have to give to me.  (BAIRD POUTS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Fine… I want a story from you, and then I’ll give you a song. EEVEE:  Good choice, Bairdy. What kind of story would you like? (BAIRD HUMS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): I want a story about Brahma.  EEVEE: A story about Brahma? Well… there once was a boy born on Brahma with nothing. Not even a name. He grew up just like everyone else, hungry for more. More food, more freedom, more time. The boy followed a man who dreamed of dropping the New Kinshasa on top of the planet.  The boy was very tired. Tired of being poor, tired of being hungry, tired of being alone. But he knew, that if he let that man drop New Kinshasa out of the sky, he would never be able to forgive himself. Brahma is his home. He looked down at Brahma from up high, and saw them: his people.  Starving young faces just like his looked up to the sky and stared back at the city as it trembled. The boy had the power at his fingertips to stop a tragedy.  This is it. The people thought. This is how we go out. Not with the big bang, but crushed under the heel of our jailor.  The boy heard their thoughts. He felt a rush of adrenaline and stopped the man from getting away. The city of New Kinshasa never fell out of the sky that day. The people were ordered to retreat to their homes. But that evening, everyone heard about the great threat against the Guardian Angel System. And everyone learned the name Peter Nureyev. And for the first time in the last half-century, hope bloomed on Brahma. The Boy, The Legend, The Angel of Brahma.  BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): That’s not a story Memma, that’s history.  EEVEE: And what is history but a story we have to learn from? Now, I believe you owe me a song. (BAIRD GROANS AND HUFFS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Fine… (BAIRD TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND HUMS. THE SOUND GETS CLEARER LIKE HE’S BROUGHT THE COMMS CLOSER) My angel, I must ask you keep singing for me.  How sweet your tune, like a songbird at noon.  What a lovely trill, it makes me feel ill. O’ My heart overflows, I could never let go.  Like chimes in the wind, it must be destined.  I’ll find my way home, with your voice I’ll never be alone. Happy? (EEVEE SNIFFLES) EEVEE: Very. Thank you, Baird. That was beautiful.  (FABRIC RUSTLES, BOTH BAIRD AND EEVEE HUM) Promise me you’ll never stop singing baby. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Of course, Memma. I don’t think I could even if I tried.  EEVEE: Good. Now– (EEVEE PRESSES A KISS TO BAIRD’S HEAD) Get some sleep. Okay? We have a long day tomorrow. And Bairdy? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Yes, Mom? EEVEE: You know that I love you, right? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): To the moons and back, yeah… Mom you promised nothing bad was going to happen to you.  EEVEE:  And nothing will. Good night, Baird.  BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Night Mom.  SOUND: DOOR CLOSING. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Which button was it to end the recording? Was it this o– SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS. 

- EEVEE BELL. BAIRD BELL. must contact Frannie’s friend about both of those names. - Dome Wardens are indeed an old, out of date job. Eve is right, they’ve been replaced with robots. It’s actually kinda scary how right she was about things. About that, about Dark Matters probably covering everything up with New Kinshasa. - Cyrus and Eve sound so fun together. I can see why they got married and had a kid together. - Bairdy and Memma… right up there with Charls and Dearest. - Oh Baird, he was 12 when these recordings were made. 12. Just almost a teenager, not quite. Almost too old to be called a baby. - Eve loved Baird so much. She reminds me of my mother a bit. And she knew exactly what she was doing tucking Baird into bed that final time. There’s no doubt in my mind this is the last recording with her in it. She was taken away after this and never came back. The Dome Wardens did go on strike at some point according to Baird in other recordings, so did someone snitch to a Constable? Did she the Constable that almost caught her and Cyrus track her down? - I think that’s the most frustrating part of my job. No matter how much I dig and research, there are some things that will be lost to me forever.

#at some point this was like pulling teeth #so i may revisit it and rewrite some of it #or elaborate/add more #BUT im happy rn #funfact: the story eve tells is almost word for word what i wrote on buzzkillgirls post #about nureyev the legend vs nureyev the man #our angel of brahma #the penumbra podcast #private eye's keys go jingle jangle #the penumbra fanfic #a hotboy's writing #FUCKGING BIRDS NEED TO SHUT UP NOW SO I CAN SLEEP-

[strawglicks]

no one gets graham payser like i do, he is so pathetic and ugly and everyone seems to think hes sooo hot and slays sooo hard and im over here wondering if we are looking at the same guy

#toontown #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #graham payser #graham ness payser #toontown pacesetter #fellas. i know graham tries so hard to be hot and slay #thats what makes him UNATTRACTIVE. dont you understand. #him trying so hard is PITIFUL if anything. saddening to watch. #i almost felt BAD for him watching his final cutscene. key word ALMOST #like hes good at music ig ill give him that. whatever #but hes not hot . hes not cute . hes SO UGLY TO MEEEE #flint is this ur man???? my condolences #graham trying so hard and failing and being pathetic and a sopping wet cat IS WHAT MAKES HIM FUNNY. #ITS WHAT MAKES HIS CHARACTER SO FUNNY AND AMUSING #watching him fail and be humbled is the best part of his character . anytime i see him try to slay in canon #i can count on the BIT to humble him . #in motm #in the tawney comic #in his battle. when he gets beaten by the toons #in his race against cathal #again and again graham fails and is humbled and its FUNNY and DESERVED. #the bit should always be the priority yall. #and like its not bad to draw him slaying or whatever lmao i do that too #but GENUINELY THINKING he is hot. gurl WHERE. the bar is ON THE FLOOR. #dave brubot is RIGHT THERE yall he slays so much harder #somebody lied to graham several times and told him #he was fly hot sexy and beautiful and he is nothing like that #he is nothing of the sort

[blocked-zombieartist]

Duct Tape and Disharmony

A request from @hathorneheiress Enjoy, superstar!

 “That’s it.” I muttered under my breath. I had been listening to my three baby brothers arguing for two and a half hours now. They were sixteen, fifteen, and fourteen, respectively. They should know how to settle a dispute peaceably by now. Key word: should. 

 Shockingly, no matter where in this huge-ass house I went, they always ended up near enough to drive me insane. If they weren’t gonna settle their differences peacefully by themselves, it was time for me to get involved. I stormed off to my room and rummaged through my beat up tool box. 

 “Little idiots…” I drawled quietly. I could still hear their raised voices, even now. Were they getting in a physical spat now? I sighed. I was about to put the fear of God and of a Hawthorne in them like our Grandfather never had. Finally, I found what I was looking for. I pulled it out and pocketed it. Now came the hard part. How to pick them off, one by one?

 Hoping this will work, I first text Xander. I feel a little guilty about having to dupe them all, but they’ve left me with no choice. I’ll make it up to each of them. I text him, asking if he wants to decompress from their argument and come to his workshop and show me his new-fangled contraptions like he’s been wanting to for a while now. He responded with a robot emoji and and excited emoji. I knew he was on his way. I stood behind the doorway and laid in wait. He burst in the room.

 “Big brother! I’m here! Are you ready for a full crash course of robotics history and my incredible robotics history-in-the-making?” He looked around for me. I lunged. It was a struggle, but after a few minutes of tussling, I got him pinned on the floor, face down. I wrangle the item of the hour out of my pocket. 

 “Hey! Don’t-ow! Sit still, dammit!” I cursed as Xander almost escaped my grip. I forced his arms back behind him and managed to duct tape his hands together. After that, it was easier to duct tape his feet, and to ensure no one found and helped him, I finally slapped a piece over his mouth, silencing his loud protests. “Sorry baby brother. You’ll see. This is for your own good. And your brothers too.”

 I stashed him in one of the many hidden rooms in the House and went off to wrangle another stubborn mule Jameson. I send a member of the staff to tell him that the car he ordered arrived. Another lie, but I had to do it. As predicted, he dropped his pissing match with Gray and came to the garages. Also predictably, he came through the secret passage. I quietly chuckled and mentally patted myself on the back. I knew my brothers so well. I quietly followed Jameson, ducking behind cars here and there as he searched for what he thought was the new arrival. I finally saw my change and pounced on it. And on Jameson. 

  Another scuffle later, this one a much closer call and with much more trash talking and cursing, and Jameson was on the ground, glaring up at me. He was effectively duct taped on the arms, legs, and mouth, just like Xander. We were both still breathing heavily from said scuffle, and we both had a couple bruises. I was still the stronger one, but damn, if Jamie wasn’t growing up and giving me a run for my money.

 “Sorry little brother. Had to be done,” I grunted as I hoisted him up and carried him to where I was keeping Xan. It was times like these that the secret passages all throughout the House were very helpful. I deposited Jamie with Xan and left to find Grayson.

  I went through the House in search of him. Finally, I found my oldest baby brother in the center Grandfather’s maze. He was practicing his sword sparing. I came up with my alibi.

 “Gray!” I panted. “Jamie… he’s trying to drive inebriated again. I tried to stop him from running off the garage, but got my ass handed to me.” 

 Like the ever dutiful big brother he was, Grayson immediately put down his sword and started heading to the garage to intercept Jameson. I followed him, not wanting to take him down out here and have to carry him all the way back to the holding room. I walked with him for a ways. I took note of his still present frustration. No words were exchanged, a result of his irritation with his brothers and thinking Jamie was going to be reckless again. 

  When we got near the passageway, I took advantage of his absent-mindedness and tackled him to the floor from behind. Since he was caught off guard, I was able to make quick work of duct taping his hands together behind his back. Despite his crocodile-style body roll in an attempt to get free and the uncharacteristic(though not unprovoked) slew of cursing he spat at me, I got the tape fastened securely around his ankles too. 

 “Love you, Gray, but watch your mouth. And your back next time.” I put a piece of tape over his mouth and hoisted him over my shoulder. I carried him to the room where his brothers were still bound and silent. I set Grayson down. 

 “Alright boys. You have been driving the entire House bat-shit crazy with your pointless arguments today.” I walked around the room and took the tape off their mouths. “I will be coming to check on you three in about an hour to see if you’ve resolved your disputes. If not, another hour. I’ll bring food and water when I come back in case you’ll be in here longer. See y’all.” I shut and locked the door, silencing their loud protests. 

 I returned with the water and food like promised, and somehow, they were still arguing. I ultimately forced some water and a little food down their throats and wordlessly left the room, locking it once again. I got a text half an hour later from Xander. “How the hell?” I muttered. He shouldn’t be able to text. His hands were bound. The text was a picture. It was the three of them, free, and taking a selfie. While I was a little surprised, their escape was not completely unexpected. They were Hawthornes, after all. Another text came through, this time from Grayson.

 “You’re next. -Your “baby” brothers”

 This was gonna be a long week.

#the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #beginner writer #fanfic #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #tumblr asks #request #writeblr #hawthorne brothers #hawthorne hijinks #duct tape fixes almost everything #key word: almost

[thottybrucewayne]

I spent most of my life thinkin' that I was very mean and hard to get along with. Turns out I was just a neurodivergent Black person in a lot of predominantly nonblack spaces

#thotty speaks #thotty rants #like these people had me thinkin that I'm low key evil and I can't shake that feeling even when I've only made a mistake or something #Now every single word that comes out my mouth is almost always proceeded by 'not to sound mean' or 'sorry but' #I saw sorry more times a day than I say my own name and everyone is just like 'chey youre so nice what are you talking about?' #then i just gotta like sit there? Cause its like fuck you mean I'm not an evil wicked bitch and I was just Black with anxiety?

[darubyprincx]

sometimes you get hit in the back of the head with an idea for a oneshot and go "oh that's brilliant i have to write it immediately"

#ray's tag #mcyt #mianite #synhd #captainsparklez #keys' writing #this is almost 2k words. oops.

[game-on-comics]

For the beginners and champions of each sport (most specifically, Cole and Lucía, but it's open to all of them):

How well do you get along? Champions, have you given any advice to the beginners?

Cole: Me and Lucia? Oh yeah, we get along very well actually! Even though I’m not that good, she helps me practice a lot!

Lucia: Indeed! Practice is key, and I try to make him return harder shots by trying out different hitting techniques! Improvement is slow but… I’m sure he’ll get better while I do the Return Challenge with him!

(also gonna do for the others because it's a real interesting question XD also cool extra lore, coughs... all are under the cut since the post is kinda long ig)

Ryan: You’d be surprised that both me and Matt are on really good terms. Friends even, despite me sucking at both of his best sports.

Matt: I taught Ryan the rules for both Boxing and Swordplay, and let him practice with me in friendly matches. I trust him to be a really good referee, and in the meantime I get to teach him some of the best strategies for him to try. And most importantly: determination!

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Miguel: Tommy? We don’t speak much, but I’m a big fan! I’m afraid I won’t be at his level in this sport, but perhaps while watching him and his team play our team might learn a trick or two…

Tommy: I guess I haven’t really approached Miguel much because I’m so focused on talking to Eva and Tyrone… However, if he needs advice, I’d say to not just work on the shooting, but the dribbling as well. Learn how to get close enough to the basket before the opponent snatches the ball, and you might get some easy hoops!

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Naomi: Oh yeah, even though I’m not good in Cycling, I’m still good friends with Anna! We usually talk it out at lunch or something, she may be intimidating at first but she’s actually really nice!

Anna: Definitely! And my advice would simply be to go with the flow! I tend to like going on a nice bike ride with friends, so Naomi gets to join along when she can!

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Hiroshi: In all honesty… none of us really want to interact much with Elisa and Sarah. I-I mean… look at them!

Shouta: We’re all a bit terrified of them, that’s for sure!

Sarah: I’ve told the players time and time again! Keep playing tennis and keep trying, that way you’ll get more confident! Ah… Elisa, any other advice you’d like to make?

Elisa: …………… keep practicing.

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Elisa: Sakura? ………… she’s fine I guess…

Sakura: Oooh yes yes, I talked to Elisa a lot! I try to teach her different throws, batting skills, and running… Oh! But the best advice for her studious mind is to diversify her shots! But of course, all due in time, she needs to get the key components first! :3

#ask the miis #ask #mii #miis #game on #wii sports #wii sports resort #wii sports champions #thanks for the ask! #also yeah imagine my surprise finding out again that Elisa and Matt are technically beginners in other sports than their faves lmao #but almost everyone are friends! #ALMOST being the key word #and sorry it took a while as well #but i HAD to ilustrate those guys together

[tobias-hankel]

My alarm clock's broken. 

Broken. Your alarm clock's broken? 

Broken.

Criminal Minds: JJ, 06x02

#Criminal Minds #spencer reid #06x02 #I love how Spencer interviews people #he talks so quietly #and will repeat key words they say #he almost looks smug #but I love it #I forgot how much I love season 6 hair #the prettiest of boys #mazegifs

[reinanova]

so i finally got fed up with watching criminal minds and seeing the bau mishandle evidence at a crime scene so i started writing a fic where a forensic scientist (ella lopez—iykyk) yells at the bau every time they do something wrong

current working summary:

5 times the bau was reprimanded for improper evidence handling (by a forensic scientist) + 1 time the forensic scientist got revenge

sincerely, a forensic scientist in training (me. i’m the forensic scientist in training. working on my forensic science degree rn)

#criminal minds #cm #bau #bau team #ella lopez #forensics #forensic science #forensic scientist #i’m a forensic science major #so therefore i’m qualified to be mad about this #criminal minds fanfiction #while we’re at it garcia and ella would be best friends if they ever met #i wrote almost 1000 words last night in a writing fever haze #and then another 1000 today #but that was more of a rewrite of the first part now that i have a more structured plot in mind #low key very excited about this #i’ll keep y’all updated

[grammarpedant]

hi! ur meta is v cool n so r u

*looking up from where I sit, studying a tangle of red string*

thank you, dear anon, that's very kind of you to say!

what a lovely way of life you lead, lightening our hearts--

with a few short words you ably make your friends a brighter day.

im touched u think my silly thoughts r cool >.<

#verso answers #gazing at the pins holding down the red strings- almost... i almost have it. i'm missing just one key piece of the puzzle #anon did you know that making meta is mostly just critical thinking in a literary context? #putting together patterns and facts into meaningful conclusions... it's a skill that you can hone and apply in many situations #not unlike the skill of giving compliments and encouraging words #*shifts one pin on the red string corkboard* perhaps one day I'll have the chance to return you the gesture hm? #ahh you must forgive an elderly tumblrite their ramblings ^_^ I've been watching too much anime in my time off

[aster-nightingale]

I had a vision

#mondo oowada #takaaki ishimaru #its not Mondo's fault #it's Kiyotaka's #side note: ever realize that if you ship ishimondo that eventually mondo will have to come to terms with the fact that... #...kiyotaka and takaaki look almost identical #almost being the key word: their jaws are different

[moongothic]

I need to make a confession

I genuinely do not understand Buggy simps

Like I thought y'all were joking with the whole rooting for Buggy-thing but. No. People are actually seriously rooting for him. And I just don't get it.

Like. I can't tell if I'm missing something or if people are somehow completely misinterpreting his actual character. Like clearly it's meant to be one or the other and I can't tell which and I feel like I'm losing my mind because of it

'Cause the thing is that. Like. Until now, Buggy has been a pure gag character. He's no different from characters like Ceasar Clown and Spandam in that sense, he's just nowhere near as vile a human being as those other gag characters so he's marginally more lovable in what a pathetic fuck he is. But in the end, Buggy's just been there to be a punching bag (quite literally), because it's funny as hell to watch him eat shit And the reason it's funny IS because Buggy is a piece of shit. Again, not nearly as bad as Spamdam and co, but he's still a lying, cowardly, spineless douchebag who uses others for his own benefit and is willing to ditch anyone to save his own skin. Like Buggy was going to ditch his entire crew and flee by himself when the Shichibukai System was taken down and the Marines came for his head. He was going to leave his crew to die by themselves, without participating in the fight at all. Buggy was the one telling them to do the hard lifting while he'd escape, while the crew had no idea their beloved Chairman was going to abandon them. Literally the only reason Buggy failed to do that was because he was too slow and Crocodile got there before he managed to skedaddle.

He is essentially Usopp if Usopp wasn't willing to get beaten to death to protect his friends and their honor. Even fucking Luffy thinks Buggy is a pathetic idiot, and Luffy is the biggest indicator in the whole series on how to tell whether or not the readers should like a character or not. Not to mention, all the in-universe Buggy simps have been portrayed as (precious) idiots who can't see through Buggy's bullshit. Like every step of the story Oda has been trying to tell us that Buggy is an absolute loser.

So when people are like "Mihawk and Crocodile are going to see Buggy's ambition and become full Buggy supporters themselves!" I just

Are we reading the same comic???? HELLO????

Like I'll give you this, it would be objectively the funniest fucking outcome imaginable, which would be on-brand for Buggy and his trend of falling upwards.

But between Mihawk respecting people who are willing to abandon their honor to protect someone dear to them, and Crocodile's deep trust issues (possibly rooted in being betrayed in the past), I can not fucking fathom the two ever genuinely siding with Buggy the "I will leave you to die by yourself to save myself" Clown. Not when the two (and most other characters, including fucking Galdino and Daz) have been able to judge Buggy's character accurately (like how Crocodile was like "I thought you'd have ran away by now" when he arrived at Emptee Bluffs, and Buggy was like "yeah no shit")

Not unless Buggy grows enough of a spine that he'd be willing to sacrifice himself for someone (or at least get hurt on someone else's behalf to protect them), more specifically Mihawk and Crocodile. And let's be real, right now, Buggy probably wants nothing more than to run away from the two before they do actually kill him.

I just

Buggy simps. I do not understand you. I don't understand how you've reached your reading of the character.

#Moon posting #OP Meta #OP Spoilers #Not tagging this with the clown because I'm not actually @'ing The Buggy Fandom rn I'm just. Speaking out loud #For the record 9/10 times when I'm writing about Crocodile I'm fully aware my readings are more than likely completely delulu #Like I'm writing about him under the assumption that a very specific fan theory could be canon and *how that would affect his character* #Remove that fan theory and force me to speculate about Croc and I'll probably treat him quite fucking differently #Like I understand not being immune to a pathetic little meow meow but. I don't understand you Buggy Simps #You are a mystery to me #Also for the record yes Buggy's mutiny has been like the closest thing Buggy has done to like prove himself as worth anything #Like it's almost his version of Usopp's ''Don't make fun of my friend'' when getting beaten to death by Mr 4+Miss Merry Crimbus #Key word being almost. He still hasn't proven to me that he wouldn't abandon everyone to save his own skin like a coward #And that's what makes him different from like Nami Usopp and Chopper. They may be cowards but not like that. They have spines.

[fritzes]

call me carlos alcaraz because I just almost got stung by a bee

#key word ALMOST because I know not to swat it away