#im bored so i wrote this

[your-honor-im-zesty]

April Fools' Prank

"It was all her idea! Honest, Chiron!"

Annabeth arched her eyebrows as the centaur turned towards her, frowning. She schooled her face into an expression of bemusement and annoyance. "I have no idea what he's talking about," she lied, her heart hammering against her chest. Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm...

Behind Chiron, Cecil Markowitz looked enraged. "Liar!" he cried. Oh, he was one to talk, the little shit. He probably ate lies for breakfast.

Chiron sighed and thumbed his temples- that seemed to be becoming a regular occurrence as of late. Poor Chiron. She felt a hint of remorse. He was getting far too old for this. "Annabeth," he said wearily. "You may leave."

"What?" Cecil's voice went up an octave- Annabeth internally grinned. "Yes, sir," she replied, and as the centaur turned around, she flashed a wink at Cecil, who looked downright outraged. Oh, the look on his face- she wished she had a camera to capture the moment and laugh about it later.

As she left the room, she could hear him protesting, "That's not fair! You can't seriously be letting her off scott-free!"

She heard Chiron respond something along the lines of "she's our most responsible camper" which made her snort. "Responsible camper". The hell she was. She was just as impulsive and reckless as the next person- she just hid it better, while everyone else went around waving it in Chiron's face.

Outside the Big House, the weather reflected Annabeth's mood- sunny and pleasant. It was the first day this week without a storm- Zeus must've calmed down at last. She had hardly walked a few feet down the stairs when a voice hissed, "Psst! Chase!"

Almost instinctively, her hand siezed the dagger strapped to her side- she raised it, wielding it just the way Luke had taught her. Fingers wrapped around the hilt, strong; angled a little to the side, to allow flexibility. She scrutinized her surroundings, but there was no one else around.

"Chill out, girl! It's just me!"

Connor Stoll popped up from a nearby bush, nearly scaring the living daylights out of her. "Immortales," she hissed, jumping a little. She lowered her dagger warily. What on Earth was he doing, hiding in a bush?

Connor appeared perfectly unabashed by her surprise; he'd always had a talent for sneaking up behind people for his own amusement. Annabeth could name at least four different occasions off the top of her head. "How'd it go? Did he catch you?" he asked, in a voice too loud for her comfort.

Scowling, she beckoned him closer. "Keep it down." She glanced around for any potential eavesdroppers, then leaned in. "No. But your brother's a snitch."

Connor cursed in a colorful mixture of English and Ancient Greek. Travis had taught him all the swear words in existence, growing up. "He swore he wouldn't tell!"

"He got cold feet once Chiron mentioned the possibility of stable duty." Which was understandable, she supposed. But still.

Connor wrinkled his nose- if there was one thing he hated, Annabeth knew, it was betrayals, however small or big. Ironic for the son of the god of thieves. "I'll talk to him," he promised. "Everyone in the Hermes cabin knows to say mum about our deal."

Annabeth was pretty sure that wasn't the case, given that half the Hermes cabin was filled with big mouths and gossips (not nearly as bad as the Demeter kids, though) but instead of voicing her opinion, she held out her hand expectantly. "Speaking of our deal- you need to hold up your end of the bargain."

Connor obliged, hand fishing in his pockets. It resurfaced with a few golden coins- drachmas. He placed them in her palm. "Good working with you, Chase." His next words held a hint of apprehension. "We'll keep this up next year?"

"Of course," she said, surprised. They'd been doing this for years- using Annabeth's intellect to execute an annual April Fools' prank, in return for a couple drachmas, give or take. It was a custom now, tradition. She felt a sudden rush of affection for Connor. "College couldn't ever stop Camp Half-Blood's legendary April Fools' pranks."

Connor grinned, looking relieved. "You're the boss," he said, saluting her. He skipped off happily, probably to inflict another April Fools' horror on some poor camper.

Annabeth slipped her drachmas in her pocket and strolled away too, her mind already brewing ideas for next year. Perhaps she and Connor would team up against Cecil as a way of revenge.

#percy jackson #pjo #pjo fandom #annabeth chase #connor stoll #cecil markowitz #chiron #april fools prank fic #based on my hc that annabeth would secretly collaborate with the stolls annually for april fools #this is horrible ik #im bored so i wrote this #2 weeks late to the party but i think it's still acceptable?? #annabeth chase fic #annabeth chase centric fic #annabeth is the best liar you will ever meet

[ballwizard]

can i be real with you guys i fucking hate the "HOW HIGH WERE U WRITING THIS XD CARBON MONOXIDE DETECTOR!!! LOL WHAT!! UR A CRAZY PSYCHO FOR WRITING YHIS" schtick that I've been seeing around recently . it's like. Not funny at best and really rude and annoying at worst

#i say 'recently' but i am fully aware its been happenint since like forever #Just feels like every time i make a post cuz i felt like puttingn a bunch of words together i get peoplle in my notes doing this shit #SO ANNOYINGGGG SHUT UPP. I was completely sober writing the guy who wants to be a bird post. i wrote it #while sitting on the floor in between two shelves at work because i was bored and wanted to play toys with words #Im sorry you dont understand my imaginative whimsy

[milkyst4rs]

Addition to the cast

gojo x fem reader

no warnings! Pure fluff🦆 not proofread

When you saw the 2 lines on your 5th pregnancy test, you knew it was set in stone. You were pregnant. Damn.

You felt a mixture of nervousness and happiness in you, you were wondering how you were going to break the news to satoru.

You both had been in a serious relationship for about 4 years, and married for a year. The topic of kids and family have come into the picture before, but it always ended ambiguously.

That was where your nerves lied. What if satoru didn't want this? What if he gets mad? What if he leaves?

Before you could bombard yourself with more questions, you heard the jingling of keys outside your front door. Satoru is home.

You started panicking and took the pregnancy tests to hide them in a cabinet, your heart thumping in your chest.

"Love? I'm home! And I brought mochi!" He called out. You walked out from the bathroom to the front door, satoru's eyes lit up the moment he saw you. He did a little jog over to you and gave you a big hug.

"Good evening pretty~" You could hear the grin in his voice. Being in his embrace made you forget what you were going to tell him for a second, after coming back to your senses, you grabbed his biceps and told him to sit with you on the sofa.

"Is everything ok? You didn't give me a kiss :(" His lips formed and adorable pout, sulking over the lack of affection from you.

You sighed deeply, "Ok, um. First of all, I want to say that I love you so so much, and that I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore after this-"

"What in the world are you talking about? Sorry but you're stuck with me no matter what." He sounded a little hurt that you would even think of him leaving you, after everything.

"I'm pregnant."

You let out a breath of air you didn't even know you were holding.

"What?"

You wanted to dig a hole in the ground and stuff yourself in there. The way he replied, he sounded like he was in disbelief. Oh god, he's angry isn't he. You felt tears pick your eyes, before you knew it, you were crying softly.

"Hey,hey! Why are you crying? It's ok. Love, you're pregnant. I'm going to be a fucking father! You're gonna be the mom!"

Sniffing, you looked up at him, puzzled. He had a huge smile on his face.

"Huh? Aren't you mad? We didn't really plan for this to happen.."

Now it was his turn to be confused.

"Mad?? Why on earth would I be mad? If I was going to start a family with someone, it's 100% going to be with you. And hey, don't worry about planning– just say the word, I'll buy it."

You felt like you could breathe again. A small smile appeared on your face.

"I love you so much, don't ever think otherwise. My pretty wife and my precious girl are the best things to ever happen to me."

"Girl? How'd you know the baby is gonna be a girl?"

You said giggling. He went on rambling about how he can predict and see the future and that he's some sort of god, you weren't really listening though. Basking in the bliss and pure love from your husband. He noticed that you were staring at him and he caught on, with a fond smile on his face he said,

"You still haven't given me a kiss ya' know?"

With that, you giggled and smashed your lips on his. It felt like fireworks were exploding in your body, you have kissed before millions of times but every time you do, it feels new.

You pulled away and rested your forehead on his. His hands stroking your arms up and down softly.

"I love you so much toru. So, so much."

"Love ya too sweets, can't wait to try the weird pregnancy foods you'll crave."

#jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #ITS 12AM AND IM BORED SO I WROTE THIS LNFAO

[ghosttotheparty]

also on ao3

(cw: tics, bullying)

Eddie started shivering in seventh grade.

Even when it was hot, even when he was sweating and desperately wanted a non-rattly fan or a better air conditioner. They weren't normal shivers. He wasn't cold. But his shoulders would jerk or shake, or he would tremble for a second, and he didn't know what else it could have been. Others didn't question it for a while, because it started in October. Everyone was shivering. But by March, it hadn't stopped, and he had to explain himself when people gave him questioning looks or asked if he was okay. (Back when people cared.)

'S just a shiver, I'm fine.

He wasn't fine. It got worse over time. He got used to it, to the weird feeling that took over his body for a few seconds, got used to telling people he was cold, joking that he must be low on vitamins or iron, joking that in the future, someone is walking over his grave. But other people didn't get used to it. They thought he was weird. That was fine with him. Wayne realised something was wrong before Eddie started the tenth grade, because he wasn't just shivering anymore. His whole body was jerking sharply, suddenly, his shoulders drawing up, fists clenching. Eddie didn't question it. Wayne did.

It wasn't normal. But nothing about Eddie was normal. Wayne took him to see a doctor. The doctor make him do things, walk in a line, hold his arms out and push the doctor's hands away as hard as he could, follow a flashlight with his eyes without moving his head. It was all weird. It kind of scared Eddie. The doctor kept writing things in a notebook, and Eddie couldn't tell if he was doing well or not. But Wayne was there, watching and listening intently.

The doctor said he had tics. It sounded funny to Eddie, but then it wasn't funny, because the doctor didn't give him anything for it. He just said there wasn't anything really wrong with him. His brain just worked a little differently. (Which Eddie was already used to hearing.) That his tics could get better or go away as he got older, or they could get worse.

They got worse.

By the end of that summer, his arms were moving, flying over his head suddenly, randomly, and his head was jerking back so sharply it hurt. Wayne was worried about him getting whiplash. Eddie was worried about going to school.

That year, he became the freak.

At first, he tried to explain it to people. The movements were involuntary, he couldn't control them. Wayne contacted all his teachers, who mostly got it, but still preferred to make him sit in the hallway so he didn't distract the class. But the other students thought he was possessed, faking it for attention, and everything in between. They'd throw things at him, and complain to the teachers that he was distracting even when he wasn't moving, just to get him out of the room. They would mimic him, make fun of him, and by September, he learned that the tics get worse when he's upset. He could hear them all snickering and giggling as he shoved his hands under his legs and tucked his chin to his chest or held his shirt over his face, as he held his limbs tense so they wouldn't move, so tense he was exhausted and sore all the time, and then he'd go home and cry because he couldn't control his own body.

He'd have to sit on the sofa so when his head threw itself back, it would hit the back of the sofa instead of the wall, and Wayne would just wait, watching with that fucking sadness in his eyes that made Eddie ache even more. When it finally stopped, sometimes after a few minutes, sometimes after an hour or two, he was so exhausted he'd fall asleep right there on the sofa. He couldn't do his homework. His grades dropped even more, but he managed to keep himself afloat. He did the best he could, doing his homework early in the morning before school or in detention. (Some of his teachers thought he was faking. Mr Peterson was in charge of detention, and he was nice. Considerate. Eddie counted him as one of his few blessings.)

His tics got worse.

In December of his junior year, he started making noises. Short screams, grunts, quiet vocalizations. It scared him. He didn't want to go back to school, but he did. The laughter around him got louder, and he was sent out to the hallways more. He started skipping classes. He knew he'd be forced to leave anyway. So he'd sit in the boys' room, on top of a lidded toiler, his feet up on the stall door, and he'd leave cigarette burns on the walls.

Not everyone was awful. Some kids were just curious about him, asked why he acted the way he did, and he did his best to calmly explain it all. I can't help it, actually. It's just my brain works different. That turned into Eddie's brain's fucked. It's broken. He's a fucking--

So he used it. Eddie the Freak. Attention-seeking, desperate for people to notice him. So he started making devil horns, yelling from tabletops, making himself The Freak so no one could use it against him.

No one, not even Wayne, saw him cry at night, because the attention he got was never the attention he wanted. Because he was tired. So fucking tired. His limbs were sore and his voice was rough, and his neck hurt, and he was sick of being laughed at. But that was all he got.

He kept counting his blessings. Mr Peterson, who never minded Eddie's noises or the way his fists would bang against the table loudly in the silent room, who scolded the other detention-goers when they tried to tease. The Hellfire guys, who got used to his tics fairly quickly, and knew when to pause whatever they were doing if Eddie couldn't hear them over a scream or was distracted by his own body. That nice girl, Chrissy Cunningham, who would slip notes from the classes he missed or skipped into his locker or backpack with sweet smiles. (If Eddie wasn't gay, he would have fallen in love with her.) The other few students that ignored him when his tics acted up, just glancing and moving on. Wayne, bless his soul, who would come to the school to confront Eddie's teachers and complain to the principal about Eddie being mistreated by the staff.

And, oddly enough, Steve Harrington.

Eddie never saw it coming. It was a particularly bad day. He was at his locker, trying to line his books up, but a tic threw his hands up, and some books fell from his locker to the floor. He watched helplessly as papers scattered across the floor, as most students stepped around them, ignoring them, as some jocks trampled over them, over Chrissy's neat handwriting, his fists clenched at his sides. When they passed, he kneeled, picking up the books, and when he looked up, Steve Harrington was kneeling too, gathering the crumpled papers and carefully straightening them out.

He gave them to Eddie with a smile, and Eddie thought he might be dying, in some weird, upside-down dimension where Steve Harrington smiles at Eddie Munson. Eddie took them hesitantly, said thank you, and then he hit him.

He was mortified, almost dropping the papers again, jumping back as his whole body flushed with heat, staring at Steve's shoulder where his hand had just landed heavily, and he burst with a Fuck, I'm so sorry, oh my god--

But Steve had just laughed. Amazingly, it was a kind laugh, with sparkling eyes, and soft cheeks, and he said It's okay.

And then he was gone. Down the hall, after his friends, and Eddie realised his hands were trembling.

Steve kept smiling at him. Even when his friends were making fun of Eddie's Satanic cult, and of the way he couldn't keep still, and of his sad, broken brain. Even when Eddie's brain made him flip Steve off across the cafeteria, Steve saw how Eddie pulled his hand down sharply, and Steve just... laughed. Eddie fell in love with his laugh. It was kind, and it made Eddie feel better, even when he wanted to cry.

Steve graduated the next year. But he didn't leave Eddie alone. Eddie couldn't stop thinking about him, and his kind laugh, and his pretty eyes, and then the sheep Eddie adopted told him all about how cool and brave Steve was, and Eddie fell harder without even seeing him.

The world went to shit. But Eddie got to see Steve again.

Steve was still kind, even though the world was ending, and even during serious discussions, plan-making, how-to-save-the-world conversations, Eddie's tics kept going. His body jerked and shivered, and his head threw back, and his fists hit his own chest and shoulders, and he had to sit down. And Eddie found out that there are more kind people than he thought. When his tics slowed, Nancy wordlessly got him an ice pack to hold to his chest, and when he flung it across the room, Robin caught it with a casual oops, and brought it back to him. No one questioned him, or stared, or laughed, even though he knew how annoying he was.

When he woke up in the hospital, he hurt so badly he couldn't move. He just cried. Steve sat by his bed and held onto his hand. He was crying too. When Eddie stopped crying, Steve carefully slid his rings, clean of blood, onto his fingers.

This one goes here, right?

Yeah.

On the second day, his brain didn't care that he hurt. As Steve was telling him about what was going on with the others (Max was staying with the Sinclairs, Dustin's leg was almost healed), Eddie's hand smacked him across the face sharply, the sting of his rings bringing tears to his eyes before he even processed what happened. Steve wordlessly crawled onto the bed, carefully pulled Eddie against himself, and set a pillow over Eddie's lap for when his fists started hitting his legs. He'd just murmured those words, the first words he'd said to Eddie years ago.

It's okay. It's okay.

And he waited until Eddie's body fell lax against him before he carefully found Eddie's hand, laced their fingers, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Eddie was released from the hospital a few weeks later. He stayed in the Wheelers' basement for a few days until Steve's parents left town, for good this time, and then he moved into the Harrington house.

He likes it there. Steve is still kind. Always. He lets Eddie lay his head in his lap when his body hurts or won't stop moving, and he drags his fingers through his hair or holds a joint to his lips for him, and he smiles. (Eddie would go through the end of the world all over again for that smile.) When Eddie's head hits the wall while they're in the waiting room of the hospital for a checkup, Steve just shifts to face him and holds a hand up to the back of his head so his hand hits the wall instead, saying quietly that Eddie isn't allowed to beat his record number of concussions. He drives Eddie to Wayne's even though Eddie doesn't tic when he drives except for a few facial or vocal ones.

When Eddie whistles one night, Steve just smiles at him and says Was that a tic or are you hitting on me? and Eddie freezes, his face burning. Which would you prefer, pretty boy?

Steve kisses him.

And then Steve starts holding his hand even when he isn't having tics, even when they're with the Party. Eddie moves into Steve's room. (They always slept better when they accidentally fell asleep on the sofa together anyway.) Steve holds him when his tics are bad, and Eddie holds him during his migraines, pressing kisses as softly as he can to his forehead and his temples. Steve takes his hand when it moves to hit Eddie's face or chest. Eddie stands steady and holds Steve's hand to himself when he gets dizzy. Steve keeps ready-made ice packs in the freezer to hold to Eddie's chest and legs when they bruise from his fists. Eddie keeps his handwriting as neat as possible when he writes notes in case Steve forgets anything. When they wake up at night, breathless and sweaty and crying, the other is there, arms open, lips waiting.

One night Eddie says very softly, You know, they used to say my brain was broken.

Steve just says, Mine too.

#welcome to projection central #hand wrote this during a lecture today bc i was bored and realised a lot of ppl write/hc eddie as autistic and w adhd #but usually those are the only kinda neurodivergencies i see in fan content #(pretend thats a word) #but then i thought eddie having tics would make sense for his character and i have Experience to write from so #(disclaimer i was not bullied in school nor was i removed from classes (unless i left on my accord bc i wanted to hide in the bathroom)) #(some kids teased me or mimicked me or told me to 'do it again' but i dealt w them) #(and the one kid that was really a dick ended up being rly nice by the time we graduated he's cool) #(and i got lucky w my teachers i think they were all very sweet and considerate) #(but i thought this story would make sense and go along with eddies story in the canon) #anyway give eddie tics #anotther hc that his tics calm down/stop when he's playing guitar and playing d&d #mine arent as bad as they were in high school but back then (and on bad days now) they usually calm down #when im focused on something or doing something i enjoy (ie drawing or painting or st) #steddie #steddie oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #stranger things one shot

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

everybody stay with me im shifting back into speculation & analyzing mode, this time about everybody's favorite pair of besties. ill put this under the cut for everyone's sakes

and please, take all of this with a Hefty grain of salt.

so ive been... thinking about a thing. a maybe-possibility. which if this has some merit, the part of me that loves characters having a good time and feeling good feels is screaming in fear. but the louder part of me that loves angst and hurting characters is rubbing its little fly hands together.

short version: i think Barnaby is going to emotionally distance from Wally, if not outright grow to resent him. maybe temporarily, maybe not.

full version: *cracks knuckles* strap in folks. so.

first of all, an entire chunk of Barnaby's bio is dedicated to his character relation to Wally. everyone else only has one-off lines dedicated to their relationships to other neighbors - even Frank & Julie just have single sentences about each other (note that they're described as "partnered with" and "depicted with" respectively. more on that soon). even Wally's bio has his Barnaby mention tacked onto the end of his first paragraph instead of being its own dedicated section

and then there's their character designs - their bios explicitly point out that they share characteristics; color schemes, hearts on their soles, similar outfits.

they were made to be best friends. literally. this quote is what made me start turning this theory over in my mind (sourced from @ /theneighborhoodwatch's collected & absolutely fascinating livestream trivia)

it appears that Barnaby literally did not have a say in whether or not he and Wally are friends. their bios even say "illustrated pages note that they were best friends multiple times." they have to be best friends.

which brings us back to Frank & Julie. they briefly reference each other in their bios, but they aren't described as best friends. it's incredibly likely that they were meant to be a romantic couple - i briefly covered that theory in this post (dont read the first one i was going insane) but they managed to avoid that. Frank and Julie defied the script and chose to be best friends instead.

and then in the trivia document a few more character relationships are briefly touched on, like how Howdy considers Barnaby a close friend, and Sally considers either Barnaby or Poppy as her closest friend, etc.

everyone else seems to be choosing who they're close with. they're forming their own opinions and dynamics and relationships. & its interesting that Barnaby is stated for both of these - as if implying that he may return the friendship feelings, or at the very least he's developed enough of a relationship with them to earn their affection

Barnaby and Wally... i doubt they ever got that. they were best friends from the start, no development, no choice. it's written into them.

and then there's how their relationship has been portrayed so far. i believe i saw an ask where Clown stated that Barnaby is very polite to Wally, which struck me as odd. have you ever had a polite relationship to your best friend? have you ever seen best friends be polite? i'd be surprised!

best friends mess with each other! they tease and rib and roast! what is a best friend for if not mutual tomfuckery?! jesting around? playfully pushing boundaries? a Polite best friendship... that's a straight up oxymoron. no such thing. that sounds boring and exhausting.

not only that, but the fact that Barnaby is often used for Wally's painting segments, and is the go-to guy for teaching Wally something new, is kind of concerning. it gives me the vibe that a big part of Barnaby's literal reason for existing is to be Wally's friend & guide.

which would make the fact of him being described as polite to Wally make sense. of course he's not going to push their relationship or try to deepen it - he's forming his own dynamics with the other neighbors. with Wally... it's already established. that is how they are with each other. that is what they are to each other.

and it's not like Wally can be the one to introduce nuances. i don't mean that as a slight or anything - he's just the way he's been described and the things stated about him that make me think that he wouldn't really... know how to? it just wouldn't occur to him. he probably thinks his and Barnaby's relationship is what a best friendship is and is how it should be.

but they have to hang out. they have to refer to each other as best friends. and while i believe that Wally does wholeheartedly think that they're best friends, close as can be... i doubt Barnaby feels the same. like - yes, he probably does care about Wally. everybody likes Wally.

but it's gotta be frustrating for Barnaby, especially as time goes on and he becomes more himself as a person over just being a character playing a part. it probably stunts his relationship growth with others, since his ~best friend spot~ is already taken and who would want to encroach on that? especially since its taken by Wally mcfuckin Darling?

their friendship might become less of a role and more of a responsibility. Barnaby might grow to feel obligated to stick with Wally as his "best friend". someone invites Barnaby to hang out and/or help with something? sorry, he has to pose for Wally's painting. Barnaby is trying to do his own thing? sorry, Wally is knocking on the door and asking for help with something.

i wonder if Barnaby ever hopes that Wally will go to someone else, or feels relief when he does. and then does he feel irritation/guilt over that denied hope or that granted relief? then does he get angry at himself for those emotions?

how would this effect how he treats Wally and acts around him? this confusing muddle of emotions and this strange growing resentment for his painfully earnest friend who only ever means well, if he means at all.

it makes me curious whether or not this theory has merit. and how this could come to a head. what would Barnaby, in this situation, do if/when he discovers that they're puppets on a set, and he's literally written to be Wally's bestie while everyone else changed their scripts and chose their own relationships.

personally, i don't think he'd be happy, and i doubt he'd handle it well.

#holy Shit this was tough to translate from my brain #i literally wrote it all out in my head while in the shower #and then i went to get it down on 'paper' and it was Tangled To Hell And Back #*taking a break from art* #brain: soooooo we're bored now. lets overthink and share these thinkings #welcome home theory #welcome home speculation #SERIOUSLY THOUGH IM SCARED FOR BARNABY AND WALLY #mainly for wally bc Ouch it would hurt him to have their relationship sour #barnaby getting resentful and wally not understanding why his best friend is acting differently towards him #and PLEASE keep in mind that im mostly talking outta my ass here #but like.... ugh #barnaby looking at wally walking over one day and feeling the urge to turn away or groan in irritation/exasperation #him posing for a painting and wishing he were anywhere else. #him wanting to be closer with other puppets but unable to bring himself to try bc of the Guilt #everywhere he turns hes called 'wallys best friend' and asked 'wheres wally? hes usually with you' when hes alone #and hearing 'if you want to find wally/barnaby go look for barnaby/wally. if you see one the other isnt far away' #that has GOT to get on his nerves over time #this constant stagnation of their relationship while everyone else is evolving and growing. hes Stuck. #even julie & frank who were written to be together find a way to circumvent that and add so much depth and uniqueness to their relationship #if you want a happy side of this. it could lead to barnaby & wally being really truly besties #barnaby could have an arc about thinking 'holy shit it was all fabricated. Fuck that and Fuck you[wally]' #and then going 'holy shit i Do actually love and care about him[wally] and i want us to develop a real meaningful friendship' #BUT WHO KNOWS who knows not me! #also it must be tiring to constantly have to explain his jokes and so many other things #bc wally Is a curious guy! he wants to learn! #but maybe barnaby just wants to have an uninterrupted conversation but he Cant bc wallys just built different #not said as a bad thing At All. #just... people are complicated. sometimes we have mean thoughts/emotions that conflict with what we really think/feel and our morals #we're only human. everyone is mean sometimes if only in our heads.& yeah theyre technically Puppets but lets not get caught up on semantics

[fideidefenswhore]

How different our history could have proved had Henry married his mistress Mary – a county-loving girl with no pretentions of power and who delivered him a son out of wedlock.

my therapist: pgregified history is not real and it can't hurt you.

me: *slides this article across the table like a $1 bill*

#i think they mean country but agtgrqfvshjfs #pretensions?? WHO WROTE THISSJKADNFDSLF #the portrayal of mary as a woman that disdained court life and only desired 'simple living' #is A) really narratively boring and B) not in the least borne out by the evidence we have..... #backlash against feminism ftw ig #'wouldn't it just be so dreamy if the woman upon who we have projected having 'no ambition' became queen #and was rewarded for her docile self-abnegation and humility by the crown....wheee' #also this line of reasoning im just...? reasons it would have been better for mary boleyn to be queen > bessie blount? #what are they?

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

Just some fun (and worse) alternatives to codywan:

Obicody

Cobi

Obiwanody

Codobi

Kencody

Codobiwan

#im so fucking bored at work and then i got thinking #who said it has to be codywan? #then I wrote this list and realized why #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

[alitgblog]

already liking that the characters are more than "the charismatic skater" and "the romantic musician" (sorry Jamal and Ryan) and I think it's probably bc they don't feel isolated from each other. like the guys have personalities that get along or clash with each other too and they show it, and it helps them feel realer than just liking the same girl or whatever

and like that's not to say they tried to give them dimensionality, like you learn about Elliot's quirks and Roberto's family and whatnot but saying something is like half of the journey. like it's cute Alex nerds out on building things but it's a whole other thing that he purposefully stays out of drama and therefore has a better relationship with Raf and also is making sure the guys don't get injured when they're jumping on the beds. like that sort of more dynamic thing is way more fun. meanwhile i couldn't tell you about any of the s6 guys' friendships other than things I've headcanoned and also marshall/ozzy (which is why I think I've started to grown to like marshall after the season is over)

#cautiously excited about this season so far #i wrote out some opinions so ill post that soon too #im sorry s6 boys but the other guys feel very 3 dimensional rn #or maybe im just delusional and fawning over them who knows #litg #litg s7 #rambling #this is way longer than i thought it was gonna be lol #i put on my thinking cap for this 😂 #if they merge the routes and dialogue again we'll get back to it being boring #im only comparing to s6 bc its the most recent but s3 also has this problem

[shoezuki]

Sampo has been quiet, not even giving Gepard the slightest hints of what planets he is dragging him to, what Gepard should expect. His questions are always answered with a lazy wave of Sampo's hand, or a cheeky grin, a chuckle that makes Gepard punch his shoulder. (Sampo has started gasping, wincing in actual pain each time, only breaking his acting when Gepard panics and apologizes and holds him close. Gepard shoving him doesn't stop his laughter.)

His own secrecy seems to be eating at him, though. Gepard stands by the windows and watches stars shoot by as tails of light, actually watching Sampo squirm out of the corner of his eye; his legs don't stop moving as he sits in the piloting chair, he wriggles and shivers like he's uncomfortable, and occasionally his eyes light up and he opens his mouth before slamming it shut and trying to force himself still. It's cute, although he looks almost frantic and crazed sometimes.

If it had been anyone else witnessing Sampo's too-sharp smiles and erratic movements would have probably worried Sampo was going to snap and murder them. Luckily, Gepard recognizes Sampo's uncontainable excitement and finds it endearing.

Their small, unfortunately stolen space shuttle doesn't leave them any room to be apart. Gepard finds it to be comforting, though, now used to being shoved so close to Sampo that he can always, always reach out and touch him. Which he does. A lot. (Sampo always makes a humming, surprised sound in the back of his throat when Gepard catches him by surprise. He always tenses up, first, instinct raising his hackles. He relaxes quicker and quicker with each artificial day, though.)

"Is that the one?" Gepard asks, the ship humming and jolting gently and making electric groaning sounds as they slip out of hyperdrive. Galaxies and planets pass by as smudges of colour and light when Sampo sets their course and pushes the ship to its limits. But sometimes he randomly will slow things down, let them drift a bit, maybe point out celestial bodies and strange star patterns to Gepard and talk about them in strangely personal detail.

("I don't know what they're actually called but we called 'em Star Hoppers. They're usually... oh, there! There! You see that-- no no, where I'm pointing. And squint your eyes and you can see it. It kinda looks like a frog, right? Wait, do you know what a frog is, Geppie? Whatever, doesn't matter. But uh anyways I hope you got your fill because those things have some insane grudges and apparently will tell all their friends about the businessman who was distracted and accidentally crashed a massive ship into a whole family of Star Hoppers so we need to leave before it senses us.")

"Yep!" Sampo's voice echoes off of metallic walls. Gepard can feel the whole ship tilt slightly as Sampo slides his fingers over glowing blue screens, the shifting wings paddling through stardust and dark matter like oars. Sampo reaches over to some dial and the rough metal roof and walls shimmer, shifting into perfectly translucent glass. It's far from the first time, but Gepard always finds himself gaping at the hanging stars, the sudden feeling of being the only two people in endless space. Gepard looks towards the far, far off planet they are approaching and watches clouds of microscopic glittering dust shift like waves and his breath catches in his throat.

(If he turned his head slightly he'd notice Sampo watching him, always watching.)

The planet is light years away despite their fast approach, and at this distance it's less a uniform, round shape and more a gathered haze of colour. They approach quickly, the swirling haze solidifying into twisting shapes, intertwining lines and vines. It's only when they are just outside the hazy atmosphere that Gepard sees leaves, branches, and realizes the surface of the planet is completely consumed by greenery.

The ship jolts and shudders as they enter the atmosphere, surrounded by a blue-green sky barely visible through a swirling, thick smog of shifting colours of green and pink. Massive, all-encompassing treetops stretch out underneath them, millions of shivering leaves in shades of dark green, near-yellow colours, pale greens. Huge vines and twisting branches overlapped, intertwining with one another and bending in impossible ways.

Gepard's chest feels light, awe bright and burning under his ribs. He turns to Sampo to say something, eyes wide and vibrant, but finds any words he was going to stay fizzling into nothing. Sampo was already staring at him, a soft grin on his face, eyes half-lidded and fixated on Gepard. He found his face warming, his breath catching in his lungs. Gepard can't get used to the way Sampo looks at him.

He walks over to stand beside Sampo as he controls the ship, ducking them down down down closer to the surface that Gepard can't see. He rests a hand, gentle and hesitant on Sampo's shoulders; Sampo flinches and a wing of their ship tears through branches and leaves. Neither of them react, say anything, but Gepard grins when Sampo relaxes and leans into him.

The forest they move through is unimaginable, completely impossible to Gepard; trees the size of mountains, leaves as big as their ship, dark brown bark flowing past them like water. Trees and plants grow on top of branches, roots digging through wood and bark, hanging underneath like vines. Flowers of impossible colours and shades bloom among leaves and bushes, shifting and shivering as they move past. The fog permeating in the air makes the place look ethereal like a dream.

The world grows darker the closer they get to the surface, layers and layers of plant life blocking out the light from the trio of stars the planet orbits. thick vines strangle tree trunks, twisting over and around one each other impossible. Flowers the size of buildings shift towards their ship as Sampo directs them through the dark, petals bending as if to pluck them out of the air.

Sampo directs them up closer to the hazy sky, through the branches of a gargantuan tree that towers above most. Sampo slows their ship down, settling them on a flat, wide branch the size of a road. The ship jolt, hums, stutters over vines and rough bark before humming to a stop.

"Welcoooooome," Sampo sings out, leaning back and grinning up at Gepard. He throws his hands out in a wide flourish. "To Vix! well actually its technically called V-9, but that's not a fun name at all.

"We can't go outside," Sampo says quickly, "this ship-thing doesn't have any sanitization processes and I couldn't find any protective gear. If we stepped outside without anything the pollen and spores would seep into our lungs and probably start growing which is uh. gross."

"Is that what this is?" Gepard asks, looking up, "pollen?" Sampo's response is a humming affirmation, a sharp nod of his head. Gepard lets the quiet settle over them, comfortable and warm. He's transfixed by the planet, the life of it, the all encompassing green. He stands right by the massive windows, staring down and out and at everything intently, his back to Sampo. Small, pencil-thin vines teem over the branch they've settled on, dotted with minuscule flowers of blues and purples and whites. The leaves above them shiver with the wind, rustling sounding like wind chimes. It's beautiful.

"I dunno if it's true," Sampo breaks the silence, his voice a soft sound Gepard loves, "but allegedly this planet was once overrun by herbivores, no predators to keep them in line. Any and all plant life was chewed up, destroyed, stripped down to nothing. Yaoshi, the Abundance, passed by and saw how uneven the planet was. They gifted the plant life a chance to fight back and filled the soil with their power. It tipped the balance the other way, though, and now the planet is more plant than anything else. The pollen and spores are dangerous and will cling and grow on anything. The vacuum of space will kill anything that clings to the ship, but if we dragged the spores to another planet it would destroy it, too."

"That's..." Gepard starts, but finds himself at a loss. It's terrifying, really, the power an Aeon could evoke with a passing thought. The idea of how easily the plants could spread makes him shiver. But it's still beautiful, as scary as it is. The teeming life and power in every plant, every leaf, every root on this planet. It's mesmerizing.

"That's horrifying," Gepard settles with, the awe in his voice contradicting his words. Sampo seems to understand, though, in that way he always does; throwing his head back with a full-bodied laugh, grinning and nodding. "I know, right? It's cool."

It's quiet again, peaceful. Gepard can't look away from the planet. He watches the small, small flowers puff out, yellow pollen joining the haze. Branches and vines writhe, slowly but surely, moving along bark.

He feels Sampo walk up beside him, a hand almost shy as it grasps his own. Gepard doesn't hesitate, grasping Sampo's hand and interlocking their fingers. Sampo shakes, slightly. He always shakes in these little moments, like he's overwhelmed and close to bursting. Gepard glances at him out of the corner of his eye, smiling softly at the pale pink blush on his face, the light casting a pale green shade over him. Sampo's lips are a thin line, barely contained.

"You like it?" Sampo whispers it out. "The... the planet."

He's rarely bashful, rarely so shy and subdued, unsure. He's more unsure with Gepard now, though, more hesitant, almost scared. Gepard squeezes his hand. "Yeah, it's... lovely."

"You said you like green," Sampo blurts it out, hunching his shoulders to his ears and looking away so Gepard can't see his face. "You said... so I thought. You'd like this place."

It had been a passing comment, an answer to a random question Sampo had asked when they both were half asleep. ("Geppie? You awake?" "...Hmph?" "Okay, sweet. what's your favourite colour?" "... Green?" "...Really? I thought you'd say blue or something.") He hadn't thought of it, nearly forgotten about it, but clearly Sampo held it in his hands close to himself.

"...You brought us here," Gepard says, turned to Sampo fully, "because I like green?"

"Don't get a big head over it now, Geppie!" Sampo chokes out, huffing and crossing his arms. He doesn't dare to let go of Gepard's hand, instead accidentally dragging him closer. "Maybe I wanted to visit here before that, huh? Maybe I like this planet! Or maybe Sampo Koski is just trying to be the best intergalactic guide in the universe!"

Gepard just snorts and rolls his eyes, not giving a response to Sampo's floundering. It's calm, Gepard standing so close to Sampo, his warmth intoxicating. It takes no effort to wrap his arms around Sampo and rest his chin on his shoulder.

This time, Sampo barely tenses before melting into Gepard. It makes his heart inflate.

"You like plants," Sampo whispers, again. a confession. "And your apartment had so many of them. And you said you like green. But there's no plants on Jarilo. At least, not much. So... ta da?"

Gepard feels like he could explode, like his heart is going to burst out and paint the world with his feelings. He feels light, and airy and all he can do is stare up at Sampo, awestruck with something other than the planet Vix.

He hums, presses a kiss to Sampo's jaw. It's barely a kiss, really, more like pressing his wide smile into Sampo's skin. But he still feels Sampo's breath catch in his lungs, just like it does every time Gepard kisses him, touches him, adores him. "Thank you." Gepard imprints his words into Sampo's skin, barely getting them out and across his neck, his jaw, before Sampo twists around and captures his lips with his own.

#sampard #honkai star rail #sampo koski #gepard landau #in the bones #had this halfbaked in my drafts for like a month #so i was like fuckit n wrote the rest in class lskghlshglshg #im sitting in a cafeteria rn #this is like a mini series now. my third mini fic on here of sampo taking gepard around the universe #n i have 1 other in my drafts but i might rework that one when im bored #maybe i should make like. a post compiling em #anyways uh i really like the idea of sampo taking gepard across the universe

[ancient-romes]

Kaikaina Grif doesn't have a name. Well, she does. okay not really. More like a title. Kaikaina. A word meaning younger siblings, younger sister. That's who she is, who she's always been, always will be. When mom wasn't bothered enough to soothe her cries it was Dexter who would hold her, his chubby hands holding onto her little fingers, he wasn't much older than her by any means and still he held her and whispered to her as she cried, my Kaikaina, my sister. So Kaikaina is who she became, the little sister toddling after her brother, following him all the way to a box-canyon in the middle of nowhere. Because she's his sister and that's all she's ever been. And when her teammates call her sister she wants to correct them, thats a title, a noun, not a name. But then she stops and wonders. Does she have a name?

#rvb #red vs blue #kaikaina grif #hi i wrote this under like 5 min cause im bored in class and missing the grif siblings #thinking of kai never having her own identity other than being grifs sister #both in the show and outside of it #how they just named her sister in hawaiian #how she felt so lonely without dexter she joined a war to find him again #idk they're very precious to me i could probably say more if i wasnt supposed to be working on a presentation rn

[dropout-if]

travis and jay's reaction to mc being: "yOuRe BeInG cHiLdIsH" -- eleanor shellstrop style.

[also are you feeling better, then?]

He gives you a small grimace, “And you’re being loud.”

Biting back a grin, you tell him, “Me?”

Travis rolls his eyes—snorts quiety, body shaking a little—and he elbows your side.

“What? Are you bored? Do you want attention?”

“Are you offering?”

“Wipe that smirk off your face— And then I might.”

“Huh,” from the look on J’s face—a little blank, almost thoughtful—it’s obvious that they’re not listening.

You pout, “Hey, Jay~”

Anything else you were about to say is cut off— J’s slightly cold hand squeezes your cheeks together, it makes you look like a fish.

“Cute,” they say with a little shrug.

#Im still a bit sick but i got bored and wrote a little dislf #thanks😭💕 im okay tho #I couldnt find a clip so Im going in a bit blind here🏃‍♀️ #it's sort of in character either way fialkfs i hardly doubt they'd get a reference #rare sighting: Travis being soft! #dropout if #dropout #ask #j gray #travis camaro #little drabble thing

[aphel1on]

the most autistic thing i've done in the past year is when i typed out a transcript of the text from the entire main storyline in Pokemon Legends: Arceus into a wordpad document, complete with basic image descriptions, and then i didn't even write the fanfic which was supposedly the reason i started that whole project in the first place

#pokemon legends arceus #pla #pokemon #aphelion.txt #actuallyautistic #actually autistic #67k words. if you were wondering #i didn't replay it myself but rather watched someone's playthrough on youtube and paused each time to copy out the text #i was able to find raw text dumps of the game on the internet but they were all out of order so i decided to make my own transcript #to base the plot of my fanfic off of but then i only ever wrote 1 chapter of the fanfic #probably i should upload the transcript to gamefaqs or something in case any other person in the world might potentially want it #actually this is a time-honored tradition for me #for some reason around the time period of 2nd-4th grade #i would do similar things when i got really bored #like copying out a couple of chapters of my favorite book into one of my notebooks by hand #actually this wasnt even the first time i tried to transcribe a pokemon game #i vividly remember attempting to do the same to pokemon pearl and pokemon ranger when i was like 9 #didn't get very far on those tho #Still not sure why i enjoy(ed) doing this. but. it's soothing ? #might have to redo my resume from scratch btw :/// im not finding it in any of the places where i usually keep documents #the search for it being the reason why. i stumbled on the pla transcript which i managed to forget existed. and made this post

[m3llowm1sh]

mish’s relationships with the rd cast

#rhythm doctor #internsona #aka: random thoughts from a sleep deprived mish #man im so productive when i work at 3 in the morning i should butcher my sleep schedule more often /j #not joking about the productive part tho like ive noticed that at the dead of night i have like 10x more motivation to write for once and #its amazing #i might be the worst person ever at structuring my thoughts into coherent words but once im in the zone IM IN THE ZONE #ive also been thinking about a possible fluffy fic idea thats been circling my head for a couple days but eh #maybe my ao3 account will see an actual use in the future we’ll see #??????? i am not a writer though i do not call myself one its just a thing i like to do when im extremely bored #also i wrote the edega part seperately from the rest of them which is why its capitalized and. kind of bad

[bluggluglfgh]

so i found my lost fountain pen

#ok ill tell you what all the writing says in the tags because im bored so #top left third image #jack atlas #”wdym im fired?!” #aster phoenix #next to him #hes saying “god i hate everyone” and then i wrote “hes so real” #yusei fudo #with the ball: “cant play basket ball at all” “too confident for his own safety” #bastion misawa #”knows everything ever” #zane truesdale #in full wedding attire “god when can i get effed by my bf” #edo phoenix #bottom left “i want to go home and f my bf” #bottom right #manjoume thunder #manjoume jun #chazz princeton #the guy the dude the legend #“why aliens are real: a thread” #“juns crazy asf” #ygo #above him we have #jaden yuki #judai yuki #with FRECKLESSSS my new fav thing #ygo gx #yugioh gx #yugioh

[arvoze]

[1/3] HHNFLARTAS - the master trials

hell hath no fury like a rescue team association scorned not a fic or anything, i just ramble a lot about my pmd ocs in a digestible format that's more or less that kind of content. random yearly event for rescue teams. covers no more than like, one week of VV content

[ X / 2 / 3 ]

the master trials

an annual event where the rescue team association (RTA) judge teams of a certain rank and higher. this judgement is made after teams are put through a series of challenges to make sure that the rescue teams are up to par and can perform their duties.

whilst many pass, it is also entirely possible for a team to fail the trials, subsequently getting demoted. in this case, teams may earn enough points to reach the entry rank again, though in order to be recognised as that rank, they must pass that year's trial. this is not a requirement unless you are re-entering the rank.

..

many high-ranking teams will be famous within good reason. one way to earn notoriety is to place well in the master trials -- but if a team comes in the top spot, chances are they'll already be known anyways, and be some of the highest possible ranks. there are outliers, though, but they're few and far between.

hundreds, if not thousands of teams will take part regionally. each continent has its own top 100 chart. it's fine to place below the top 100; this doesn't mean you're getting demoted, it's just a way to deter giving everybody a placement. many of those who make it into the bottom bracket of the ranks aren't cared for much, either, even if it's still an achievement.

the rescue team association

the RTA is like a board of directors within the rescue team profession. it is worth noting that this covers all forms of rescue team; if it operates under guild rules, it counts. rescues, exploration, discovery, all-rounders -- it's all under the "rescue team" umbrella. many on the RTA board are former high-rankers, but some less-than-savoury upperclassmons have had their says in their matters too.

regardless, many of the pokemon here are strongly revered in their fields. they oversee many of the trials in action, after a certain point within the master trials begin (they can't track the progress of every team).

in the final few stages of the master trials, they observe teams using rotom devices linked to familiar technology -- nothing entirely new. just rotom drones projected to a large connection orb, probably. developed technology still isn't that great.

..

the RTA are responsible for sending messages out across all guilds, whenever needed.

verdant village

verdant village is situated within the water continent, meaning that it's part of the master trials (water division). guildmaster rime doesn't actually have that many great teams registered under the guild itself; it's mostly just a place for other teams to hang out and get missions from, sometimes. and a lot of the actual teams are pretty low-ranking, because not a lot of heavy missions show up. that's really just because verdant village is a "new" location in comparison to most other guild origins, having only been founded within the past 50 years. it's still finding its roots, but they're growing.

there's a good few number of teams that can apply for the master trials, however. but the only ones that are really important right now are keith's team (keith/cacturne, mike/breloom, luwel/nuzleaf) and team pb&j (roadblock/garganacl, minecart/palossand). they're rival teams, but in a one-sided sense. PB&J is more of an inconvenience to keith's team.

..

keith's team, having been doing this job for at least 20 years under verdant's guild, have taken part in the master trials several times. team PB&J are fresher on the scene, but have participated in at least one previous trial. keith's team has barely cut into the top 100 within the water division a few times, though always in the lower bracket. they're the highest scorers in verdant village, though, which isn't really a surprise to anybody.

keith's team

keith's team - real team name, nonexistent, they've never had one - have been registered under verdant village since [the team's] creation. the team has existed since the trio were children, and continues to exist as each member is in their thirties (varying ages). despite their general additiude and demeanour, keith's team take their job as a rescue team very seriously -- which is precisely why keith is set to become the future guildmaster. in rime's words, despite what he shows, nobody cares about others quite like him.

the master trials go about as average as you'd expect. keith's team never fail the master's, but they're nothing to entirely write home about either. they're somewhere above average, but they're also not the most famous team in the continent. far from it. (they're recognised within the village, though, as each member is social in their own way). their teamwork and planning-ahead tends to be standout, but still nothing to make other guilds remember the name.

luwel usually prepares far in advance for the master trials, because he's fucked up and likes to make sure everything is right. this always works tremendously in the team's favour, because his tendency to overthink and over-worry allows for the team to solve problems they'd otherwise have no way of figuring out.

hell hath no fury like a rescue team association scorned (#1)

the master trials have begun. they're pretty far in, in fact. the top placements are already well under consideration -- they're going to really be put to the test. the whole point is to make sure that these teams are earning the right to be trusted, right?

higher-ranking teams (and lower-ranking ones of interest) will face further challenges. many teams have already passed the trials and can rest easy; they've nothing else to prove. they're just keeping their status, not needing to prove themselves or aim higher.

keith's team press on for the fun of it, and because they do truly believe that they have something to show. and they're not entirely wrong -- their teamwork and synergy is great, and they get along with eachother & understand eachother far greater than even some of the best.

but they're three grass types. and to some of the stuck-up oldies of the past at the RTA, that's a concern. they've got an incredibly glaring weakness that can make them a liability under certain circumstances. monotype teams can exist, yes, and there's no inherent problem with this, but you also can't just… allow a team like this to think that they can take on anything without acknowledging their faults.

..

they're going to a volcanic dungeon. it's a rescue, of course -- get deep enough into the caverns to find and save a pokemon, but prove yourself further by "completing" the dungeon. it's a deliberate set-up, of course; no team this far into the master's is going to be given the easy way out. the point is to prove yourself.

and it's… a journey. keith's team have survived volcanic endeavours before, but not often -- other teams are better suited for that. the master trials have thrown this at them before. it's always been enough for them to maintain their ranks. luwel's prepared enough, he thinks. keith's belief of if we don't save them, who will echoes in their minds. mike's just here, really. he's always been cautious about these dungeons. he's always worried about what could happen.

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[pt 2.]

#pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #UHHH UHHHH IGNORE THIS SHOWING IN TAGS ITS FOR LOGGING PURPOSES!!!!!!!! #my art #keith #mike #luwel #roadblock #no point tagging my palossand im only tagging garganacl for the image #ill try posting the 2nd part tomorowwwwww its super late and that part is really long #honestly i think this stuff is probably really boring to other people but i wrote this up in october and never had it able to be read anywh #anywhere so. i figured i would finally post it #(part of it at least) #this was all me spitballing at the time btw not everything is set in stone i didnt mean for the RTA to be boring corpos

[mgmk-daily]

they wanna GRIP the cross

CURRENT SONG: F.T.W.W.W

Word: 3/315

Day: 3/??

Location: that one page that has now been torn out of my chemistry book

#this one is more fun than previously #its only gonna get weirder from here on out #<- i say knowing full well tomorrows word is written extremely boring #(I queue these a day in advance so I hopefully won't miss any if I forget for a day) #wrote this yesterday and im bored so now im adding my thoughts in the tags bc im editing to add the WORD COUNT #cause this is now featuring a proper word count #that's the number of words for just this song not the whole EP btw #daily word #mgmk daily #my chemical romance #mad gear and missile kid #ftwww