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evie-sturns · 2 months

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no one has to know what we do - Chris Sturniolo

summary: ever since you met the triplets in 3rd grade, youve had been closest with chris. you've never admitted it to anyone but you've been madly inlove with him for a few years now. the triplets 20th birthday comes around, they celebrate by inviting the friend group to their house for the weekend, what happens when you and chris are left alone in his bedroom, will things stay the same, or will you two be forced to sneak around.

contains: smut, fwb!chris, sneaking around friends, swearing, fluff.

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♫.. no one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room..♫

I've known the triplets since i could walk, marylou and my mom met in highschool so i've grown up around the nick matt and chris my whole life. ive always been closest with chirs,

but i hate to admit the fact that i've been thinking about him differently, a lot differently. i've never though about matt in that way though, even though they're practically the same. it's something about chris's hair, i've always wondered how my fingers would feel laced through his brown locks while he rests between my thighs.

6:39pm, friday night.

i push open the sturniolos front door to find nick, chris, matt, madi, nate, and several other friends from highschool, hannah, grace and yolanda, leaning on the counter, all laughing with eachother.

''hey!!" chris says with a wide grin, running up to me and wrapping his arms around me. "chrisss" i smile back at him.

this weekend is the sturniolos birthday, they've invited madi, me, nathan, and 3 other friends round for friday night, saturday and sunday, for those three nights chris and i are sharing a room, alone.

he grabs my small tote brag i brought and chucks it into the spare room. i walk into the kitchen and greet everyone else, instantly getting dragged by nick into the living room.

"we're watching the grinch." madi declares, "fuck no! its the middle of fucking august" nick yells back, nate chimes in, adding something to the debate.

before i can open my mouth i feel a cold hand grab my arm, its chris.

my head swings around, my hair hitting his neck. "c'mon" chris says, taking me over to the couch and throwing himself down and patting the spot next to him. i flop next to him, cuddling close to his side as everybody else piles down, "so we're watching the grinch?" madi says with a cheeky smile, "no." nick instantly replies, switching the tv on.

the intro song to rapunzel blasts through the small room, a loud cheer comes from the 7 other people around chris and i.

i'm basically frozen, my mouth won't move and i can feel my heart pounding out of my chest. sure, chris and i have been friends forever but god hes been so physical the past few weeks its been hard to hold myself together.

"you okay?" chris whispers down into my hair.

"yeah!" i chirp back

"you seem nervous"

"im not."

im 90% sure he knows.

"im sorry this movie is ASS." nate says, interrupting the movie. "gotta say, i do kinda agree with you." madi replies, "i told you the grinch was better!" she says, earning a boo from nick.

nick leans over to me, "go get a boardgame from chris's room cause these fuck heads aren't happy with rapunzel." he tutts.

i heave myself up off the couch, "chris where do you keep your array of boardgames" i scoff, shaking my head with a smile. "first of all i dont have 50 boardgames i play" he laughs as he walks over to me.

i walk upstairs towards chris's room, him closley behind me still yapping about the fact hes not that big of a fan of board games.

i open the large wooden door to chris's room, the familiar sight filling my vision.

chris shuts the door behind us, i don't question it, he probably just wants to keep his room air conditioned. i look back at him,

"so where are the-" i start but get interrupted by chris's hand on my jaw, he looks at my lips then my eyes, then my lips before slamming his onto mine.

i kiss him back. of course i do? i've practically dreamt about this moment since i was 16.

"i know i make you nervous y/n" he rasps into my lips, his second hand grabbing my cheek as he walks us back, our lips still connected as my back hits the wall, pinning me down slightly with his mouth.

he pulls away for a second, scanning my face for a readable expression. "chris" i breathe out, running my hand through my hair.

"im sorry, im so fucking sorry i shouldnt've done that-" he starts, taking a step back, "chris." i interrupt him, reconnecting our lips.

"you make me nervous, really fucking nervous." i say into his lips, his hand finds its way to the back of my head, his fingers intertwined in my hair.

suddenly the door to his bedroom rattles, i instantly pull away, my head spinning round to look at the door which is being pushed open/

madi, matt, nick and 3 of our other friends walk in, all laughing with each other about god knows what, i scramble towards the closet, looking for any board game i can.

i pull out the despicable me version of 'game of life' which has several minions on the front. a small laugh exits my mouth before i join the small circle which has formed on the floor with our friends.

"y/n...." matt says with a laugh, grabbing the board game off me "despicable me?" hannah says with a scoff

"im sorry! chris doesn't have the collection of board games i expected!" i tease back.

"it'll be okay!" grace says, a somewhat optimistic smile painted across her face.

chris joins the circle of friends on the floor, sitting down opposite me. hes got a small panicked expression, his lips red and raw, his cheeks a deep pink. his eyes are fixed on mine.

"so whos gonna roll first?" nick chuckles.

(8:45pm)

madi won the boardgame about 30 minutes ago, i've been laying on the floor of chris's room with all of our friends, execept for chris.

he disappeared while everyone was celebratings madis 'epic' win.

"we've gotta play truth or dare.." yolanda says, "like the corny middle school shit you know?"

nick claps his hands with a goofy grin, followed by matt rolling his eyes but later agreeing.

"nick, truth or dare" grace laughs,

i stand up off the floor, walking out of chris's room while everyones distracted watching nick try to do a head stand.

the wooden stairs creak as i jog down them, i swing open the back door and im met with chris. he's sitting on the outdoor bench, scrolling aimlessly through his phone.

his head shoots up to look at me as i walk over to the bench, sitting under it.

"hey!" he says smiling, then putting his phone down on the armrest.

"how was despicable me game of life?" chris nudges me in the arm, a stupid smile on his pink lips.

"shut up!" i scoff, flicking his arm softly.

a silence fills the air, only sounds of distant cars vaguely humming in the background. chris runs a hand through his brunette hair, his long fingers peeking through the strands of his hair.

"um-" chris clears his throat.

"chris.." i whisper i start, then get off by his voice

"i dont think i'm ready for a relationship."

my heart sinks.

i didnt even say i liked him like that to his face?

"come with me." he declares, standing up abruptly grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.

everyone's hanging out in the living room, nobodys really paying attention to rapunzel anymore. nicks head shoots up "y/n come over!!" he smiles at me.

"we're gonna go get ready for bed, super tired." chris speaks for me. i run over to nick, giving him and matt a goodnight hug before returning to chris. he grabs my hand firmly then pulls me upstairs into his room, slamming the door shut behind us

my heart thumps as chris looks down at me, his hand reaches out for my chin, his other hand firmly gripping my waist as his fingertips lightly squeeze my waist. i stare at his lips, he stares at mine before colliding them for the second time today.

without another word his shirt is across the room, his necklace resting on his chest. my shirt follows, ending up somewhere around the room. "chris" i moan lightly into his lips as his hand snakes round to my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.

he frantically rips off his sweatpants, i shimmy my shorts down my legs.

the air surrounding us grows hot as i fall back onto his bed, "chris- we can't, nick always tells me that he'd kill me if i even though about his brothers sexually, i mean-" i ramble, but chris cuts me off.

"no one has to know what we do." he whispers, his hands intertwined in my hair.

my eyes switch from chris, to the amount of our clothes scattered across his room, the same room chris and i grew up in.

i nod "okay." a smile creeps across my face.

chris pulls off my panties, throwing them ontop of his desk. he pauses for a second, his eyes exploring every inch of my body. "oh my god." he mutters, "you okay?" he asks quickly while he pulls down his boxers, his hard length springing out. his dick is strangely perfect, "yeah, more than okay.." i whisper, my eyes fixed on his cock.

he nods "you've done.. this before right?" chris laughs slightly. "yeah- yeah" i giggle. "you're so pretty." he says, stroking his length while his eyes stare at my exposed body.

"ready?" he asks, his tip lightly pressing against my hole.

i'm not even fully processing whats happening right now, the boy i've secretly been practically inlove with for a few years is now about to fuck me.

"very." i tease, gripping the sheets for support. he pushes into me, a low whimper escaping his mouth "squeezing me so well." he stutters, bottoming out in me.

i let out a string of moans as i arch my back off the bed "so good, doing so good." he says, his thrusts rapidly increasing in pace and intensity. his fingers lace into my hair, tugging lightly but not painfully.

i let out a desperate groan "chris- fuck!"

he reaches a hand down and presses on my lower stomach, feeling how deep he is inside of me. "you feel me?" he says in between thrusts.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my vision fogged.

"i said you feel me?" he mumbles, his hair flopping with each time his tip hits my cervix.

"yes! yes-" i blurt out,

chris grabs my throat, pinning me down to the bed.

my eyes open in shock, a few short breaths exiting my mouth.

"finish, finish for me."

and with those words i do, i clench around him and release my built up orgasm. chris instantly lets go of my throat being careful not to push me too hard, he pulls out, painting my stomach with warm streaks of white.

"fuck...." he groans, throwing his head back.

i catch my breath as chris collapses next to me, he pulls me ontop of his body as he strokes my hair.

"you did so well." he whispers into my hair.

after a good 10 minutes of laying in silence i break it,

"um chris.."

"yes?" he replies.

"what are we.. now."

another silence fills the room "i dont know." he says, a bit of guilt in his voice.

he starts "i mean if you give me a few weeks we can put a label on us or we could just stay friends and forget this happened but i dont know if i want that because i really enjoyed this but i mean we could be friends with benefits-"

i interuppt his rambles "friends with benefits!?" i say with a small smile.

"if you want, could be fun like sneaking around.."

i nod frantically at chris's words "i'd like that."

(saturday 5pm)

after yesterday nights unexpected encounter chris and i have kept our promise, this whole day everyones been hanging out at the pool but currently we're in the bathroom, and hes fully inside of me.

"fuck-" he mumbles, slamming into me as i sit on the countertop. my bikini bottoms are pulled to the side as he pounds into me repeatedly, "close." he warns.

i clench around him, the knot in my stomach snapping as i release around his length with a scream of his name. he pulls out, orgasming on my thighs.

"you okay?" he asks, panting as he wipes my thigh with his hand.

i collide our lips together "yeah." i mumble into his mouth.

a few seconds pass before we pull away, he helps me down off the countertop as i catch my balance.

he grabs my hand and unlocks the bathroom door, he guides us both back to the pool, rejoining all our friends like we weren't fucking each other 3 minutes ago.

i lay down by the poolside, my legs shaking slightly from the intensity of the past events.

chris sits down next to me "you got a little something." he whispers with a laugh, quickly reaching down and wiping my thigh where we missed a spot.

(1 month later)

a month ago today chris and i were sneaking around at his 20th birthday party, for the past 4 weeks we've been meeting up at each other's houses, hooking up every time we get the chance. we didnt speak about anything, i think hes happy staying friends with benefits even though i want more, ive needed more for 3 years.

11:32pm

i roll over in bed, checking my phone one last time before i fall asleep. suddenly my phone frantically vibrates,

its chris?

i pick up the phone "chris its late..." i groan into the phone.

"i need to talk to you, can i come over.. please?" he asks innocently, "okay if you want to just talk, im so tired."

i hang up, after a couple minutes i hear the rumble of chriss car in my driveway, followed by his footsteps upstairs. he swings open the door to my room "hey!" he says nervously, jumping into bed beside me. "you alright?" i ask, holding his hand.

he stays silent for a few seconds, before starting.

"i think im in love with you?" he blurts out.

"you- what?" i repeat, confusion painted in my voice.

"i know, but for the past few.. years? ive liked you- alot.. and i dont just want you to be my fuck buddy anymore, i want to be more."

he takes a deep breath, i stay silent in shock.

"i feel the absolute exact same Christopher." i say, looking over at him.

"do you wanna.. make things official." he asks quietly.

i roll over ontop of him, smothering him in kisses "yes!" i laugh, wrapping my arms around him. relief washes over his face.

we lay still for a few minutes, "can i stay the night?" he asks with a laugh, "please do." i reply, my eyes fluttering shut.

we lay in silence for a few minutes, but a small laugh exits his mouth.

"yeah?" i smile into his chest.

"nothing it was just painfully obvious i was head over heels for you, how did you not guess" he laughs

"chris, im sorry but i was terrified to make a move purely because of how it wasnt obvious." i say, planting the 84th kiss of the night on his face.

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apomaro-mellow · 3 months

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Hot for Teacher(s) 3

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After school practices for the Thanksgiving performance was only for the students who wanted to put a little more time into it. Apparently a bulk of the rehearsal happened during their music class and that made sense. Still, Steve was glad to put a face to some of the kids his son mentioned. The first night there had been a girl who's lip trembled at the slightest upset and Steve knew that had to be Yasmin.

"She's a crybaby who cries over everything", Shawn had said one time.

"Hm, need I remind you of all the times you've cried? Why I remember just last week-"

"We don't need to talk about that", Shawn said, properly chastised.

Even so, Steve could see how it could get a little frustrating to be in a class with someone as sensitive as that. And yet, Mr. Munson never let on that he was frustrated or anything like that. Every time the tears came, he talked her down. Which was quite the feat since he had probably been doing it for eight hours at this point.

"You're really good with the kids", Steve complimented when Mr. Munson took a seat near them to rest.

Third grade was working on their performance piece on the stage now while the smaller kids got a break. Mr. Munson smiled a bit as he scratched at his head.

"Yeah, well, patience is key, as I'm sure you know. Actually, how old are the kids you teach?", he asked.

"Middle school", Steve answered, laughing a little when he saw the other teacher's eyes get wide in fear.

"Braver than any marine, I swear. I will take spilt milk tears over the raging hormones going on over there."

Steve's brain decided to highlight the word 'hormones' which made him delayed in his response. He cleared his throat to try and cover it up. "It's not as bad as all that. I've got the babies of middle school, the sixth graders, but don't tell them I said that. And I'm lucky I've got a group there that's absolutely obsessed with science."

He met Mr. Munson's eyes and was met with a million watt smile. One that he knew was on his own face too.

"That's the best feeling, ain't it? When they wanna soak up as much as you can give?"

"The best", Steve agreed. It wasn't always candy and roses but it was all worth it for those days when everything just clicked. "Speaking of passions, did you get that approval for your ideas for the show?"

"They said I could play guitar, but they vetoed my pyrotechnics idea."

That night, Mr. Munson walked him and Shawn back to their car. And as such, became a routine for two days out of the week. Through it all, Steve commended himself for only drooling a little over him and only when he was alone.

At home, one Saturday, Shawn was humming his class' song while Steve made them lunch. He looked to the calendar and realized the show would be that coming Monday. Well, he knew that but it hit him that in less than a week, Thanksgiving break would start and then there wouldn't be much of a reason for him to see Mr. Munson anymore.

Just as the thought came to him, he looked at the school events calendar he had put in his phone and saw that there would be a Winter Dance but that it was for 4th and 5th grade only. He held back a sigh. Oh well, maybe if he got particularly antsy, he could schedule a confere-no, nononono.

He wasn't going to waste a teacher's time over nothing. Just because, what? He wanted to see him?

He said as much when he talked to Robin the next day. They were sitting in his living room, Shawn was up in his room, reading on this lazy Sunday.

"So, you're just going to avoid him?"

"It's not avoiding. I'm just not going to go out of my way to seek him out", Steve clarified. "And maybe this little crush", he whispered the word 'crush' like tiny ears were listening, "will die down."

"Mhm", Robin nodded, unconvinced. "You know they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?"

Steve leaned back against the couch. "There's at least one absence I'm not missing."

"...Don't tell me this is all because of him?"

"It's not because of him but...", Steve's eyes traveled to where Shawn's baby book sat on a bookshelf. Inside were the only pictures of Shawn's sire. And honestly, Steve wouldn't even have those if it were up to him. But he wanted to leave the door open just for when Shawn got older and could decide how much he wanted that man in his life.

"I don't think Mr. Munson is anything like him. Of course I don't. But I can't make a mistake like that again. If Shawn got hurt, I could never forgive myself."

Robin gave him a pat on the leg. "If you really think it's for the best."

It was. Steve knew that what was on the surface could be hiding something ugly underneath. He wasn't going to expose him or his pup to anything like that again. Mr. Munson was nice but these feelings weren't deep enough to swim in. Steve was barely getting his toes wet. He would stay high and dry and then Shawn would go on to second grade and then he would only see Mr. Munson in passing, if that.

Steve had all these affirmations in mind as he settled in to see Shawn's performance Monday. Planning ahead, Steve had told his school a couple weeks ago that he had a doctor appointment and wouldn't be coming in until later. Just long enough to pop in and see Shawn sing. As he had planned and rehearsed, Mr. Munson sat on a stool to one side of the stage, acoustic guitar in his lap.

It was all the school would allow and seeing as the kids' singing voices weren't super strong, it was for the best. Steve recorded the act, phone focused on Shawn while every once in a while, his eyes drifted to Mr. Munson.

After the song, Steve waved to Shawn, who waved back. He had told him ahead of time that he'd have to go back to work after seeing him, so that his son wouldn't be disappointed. When they saw each other at home later, Shawn's adrenaline from the day hadn't waned.

"So a lot of the other kids' parents took them home, so Mr. Munson let some of us play with his guitar!"

"Did he now?", Steve smiled.

"Uh-huh. He even taught us how to play. Do you think he teaches guitar?"

"Would you like some lessons?", Steve asked.

"Only if Mr. Munson is teaching it. He makes everything so cool."

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Steve watched as Shawn ran ahead to go into the corn maze. Most of the corn was gone, so he wasn't worried about him getting lost as Robin went to get them hot ciders. Shawn scurried through the maze when he found someone familiar.

Robin had come back with two ciders that she and Steve sipped on while Shawn made his way through the maze.

"Dad! Look who's here!"

Steve looked up, expecting to see one of his little friends. Not Mr. Munson.

Not Mr. Munson in ripped jeans and a leather jacket.

Not Mr. Munson in ripped jeans and a leather jacket with chunky rings and his hair let loose, spilling over his shoulders.

"Dad look! It's Mr. Munson! Dad?"

"Mr. Munson! What a surprise!", Robin came in for the save while Steve was speechless. She gave him a subtle nudge that really wasn't all that subtle but that was okay because Mr. Munson was having his own crisis.

Because here was Mr. Harrington, enjoying a harvest festival, shoulder to shoulder with a beautiful alpha woman.

"H-hey, didn't expect to run into you here", Mr. Munson stuttered.

"Me neither", Steve said, voice a little breathless. He cleared it and remembered himself. "This is Robin, she's my neighbor. Robin, this is Shawn's teacher."

"Heard so much about you", Robin grinned.

Steve wanted to kick her in the shin.

"Hey, Shawn, how's about we go and pick out a pumpkin or something?", Robin suggested, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the other two, leaving them alone.

Mr. Munson looked like a deer caught in headlights and Steve couldn't blame him.

"Jesus, she couldn't be anymore obvious."

"Did you want to talk to me about something, Mr. Harrington?"

"No, I didn't. But, I think...I think we should have this conversation anyway." Steve ran a hand through his hair.

They went to a little sitting area the farm had set up near the food booths so that they could talk. Eddie's mind ran a mile a minute, thinking of what this could be about. Both good and bad. He'd gotten a hot chocolate both to keep his hands warm and to give him something to do with said hands. Hands that Mr. Harrington was staring at right now.

"I um", he shook his head and pushed a lock of hair behind his ear. "I just wanted to-god this is hard."

"Well, let's make it easier", Eddie said. "Is it about Shawn? Is he having problems in school?"

"No, it's not about that. It's about us-I mean, there is no us but I-goddammit", Steve hissed, cheeks getting red in embarrassment. He let out a breath. "Mr. Munson, I'm having..." don't say feelings don't say feelings don't say feelings "-sensations, that aren't entirely professional. About you."

"Oh."

"And I know nothing can come of it, but I just want you to know that, to know that I'm aware of them and if I ever come on, I guess too strong, please just let me know."

"Um, for how long?", Eddie asked, hoping he wasn't vibrating in his seat because it sure did feel that way.

"Uhh, pretty much since I first met you", Mr. Harrington admitted. "And I don't know if it's because you've been looking after me and Shawn when we walk back to the car, or if it's something else but you just smell...you feel safe. And it's hard for me not too....", he trailed off, voice getting soft.

He didn't know how much that meant to Eddie. His first year of teaching, Eddie had gone on scent blockers, not wanting to overwhelm the little noses in his room. But one day he'd forgotten and things just seemed to run more smoothly when they could get a whiff of him. For Mr. Harrington to say his scent made him feel safe...

"It hasn't exactly been easy for me either", Eddie finally said. "Me too, since that first day I... But you already said nothing can come from it."

There was a hesitant look in Mr. Harrington's eyes. "Well, you know, why not?"

"Why...not?", Eddie echoed.

"I have my personal reasons for not pursuing this, but they mostly involve Shawn. If he doesn't know about it, I mean if we can hide it from most people, you won't get in trouble with the school. And we won't, you know get Shawn's hopes up if it doesn't become serious."

"Why, Mr. Harrington, are you propositioning me?" Honestly, Eddie didn't give a flying fuck what this principal thought about his private life. At the end of the day, it really was just Shawn he was worried about. He didn't know what happened to the other half of his DNA, but he knew that kids with only one parent sometimes longed for a second. He couldn't make Shawn think that was him unless this was the real deal. And he wouldn't know that for sure if he didn't give this a try.

"For starters, when we're not on school grounds, you can call me Steve."

"Eddie."

"Eddie, would you like to go out with me sometime?"

Steve's face was a mix of hopeful and confident that Eddie wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. "I'd love to."

Part 4

There is absolutely some angst with Steve's baby daddy comin down the line. I came up with it where I come up with all my best ideas, half asleep when I wake up in the morning.

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studentbyday · 2 months

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catharsis: nearing the end

counting down the weeks to freedom (🏫🙅🏻‍♀️) and in need of stress relief (💆🏻‍♀️🕊️🧘🏻‍♀️)...

1. october (tchaikovsky): maybe one day i will record this song bc it's one of my favorites. also really befitting my underlying mood in this latter half of the semester. under all the stress and frustration, i am just tired. i want to see the world. i want to feel the joy of living again. making my life revolve around the confines of school does not feel like living.

2. apparition de giselle (adolphe adam): the music at the part where she's spinning in circles in the "initiation" scene. that's what today feels like. a flurry of movement, a little desperate, and despite the energy, unfulfilled. even soulless. i'm tired, that's all. stupid insomnia - you know that feeling where you're physically tired and when you lie down on the bed it feels like such a relief, yet you can't fall asleep? i don't know why that happens. am i worried about something? possibly? maybe? but during the day, i don't think i feel super worried.

3. mazurka op. 68 no. 3 (chopin): the first piece by chopin i ever played. the way i heard it in my head and the way i played it didn't have as stately a character as this interpretation, but this was the recording i drew most of my inspiration from. i really miss playing piano and the youthful glow i had felt in that era. it feels like ages ago. and with every passing year, it seems i have more pressing priorities like learning how to be an adult, the desire to forge new relationships and tend to them, and establishing my career, so piano consistently falls to the wayside. i don't regret my career choice tho... gladly, after a long-drawn existential crisis in high school, trying to come to a career path that had the best chance of balancing my needs and wants with the world's, i'm still satisfied with my decision. i want to learn how to use my potential to be of service to others, including those beyond my inner circle. i also want to practice piano after my dreaded winter exams. i will make time for both. 4. rainy day coffee shop ambience with piano music and distant thunder: that satisfaction at having stumbled upon the truth, the solidness of it finding a home in my chest. ☺️ i finally figured out what's wrong mentally and now i have something to work with rather than just floundering, feeling "some type of way", unable to get out of it because i don't even know what "it" is. i'm 99% sure that's what's causing my insomnia. i feel so much more hopeful and peaceful now with my feelings validated and all. 🥺 (update: i had the best sleep i've had in ages ☺️)

5. i dreamed a dream (claude-michel schönberg): i seem to always cycle through the same songs like i'm constantly circling the same drain. do i really always cycle through the same set of feelings every couple of weeks? 🤷🏻‍♀️ i have dreams i don't know i can reach. some of them feel more like fantasies than dreams... in my mind, dreams are super ambitious goals i don't know if i can reach but that are in theory possible to reach (more variables are in my control and have a good chance of affecting the future in the way i want), while fantasies are dreams that are closer to impossible to achieve (fewer variables are in my control and may not have a good chance of affecting the future in the way i want). i don't know, maybe they just feel like fantasies for now, and really, it's not impossible. idk, i don't have a crystal ball...

6. the sound of silence: i literally mean the sound of silence tho, not the song 😂 so underrated when the mind has been a noisy mess. ... and then in random mindless moments, like in the shower or when clearing away the dishes, all the music comes rushing back, begging to be heard and felt and loved.

7. arabesque no. 1 (debussy): learned about CBT in psych so i'm trying out using the situation -> thoughts -> feelings -> behavior template in my journal so hopefully i can figure out why i do or don't do the things i do 😅 and then maybe branch into some small "behavioral experiments"...not really sure yet but hopefully it brings me some clarity!

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hypnoneghoul · 9 months

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Hi, same anon from a few weeks ago that was asking if you could write some little sick Phantom.

I was supposed to go to the concert last night that got rescheduled, luckily I still get to go but I've been crying all morning and now am at work trying not to cry more even though it's kinda dumb because I get to go tomorrow.

Do you think I can get some more little Phantom comfort?

Thank you in advance if you do ❤️

I'm so sorry this happened darling :( and feeling like this it's not dumb at all, it's completely valid! I hope you're better now <3

this is short and rushed because I just got off work but wanted to deliver this asap, I hope it's decent

sorry for the asks that had been waiting, I'll take care of everything tommorow because today was my last day at work

First time it happened he was so scared.

He didn't know what was going on, the only thought in his fuzzy brain being "wrong". It never happened before and he was scared and didn't know what to do, where to go.

Something in his mind started to slip after his panic when he messed up again, another song. He knew it was normal, each and every one of them messed up and he never ate himself up for doing so.

But that day... he was tired. Another show in a row, not being able to get enough rest on the loud and jumping bus in between them, Phantom was exhausted. He grew to love touring, playing, but it was tiring. And he was on the verge.

Everyone was getting snappy and he was sure someone was close to actually smacking him over the head, not just playfully for the show.

He cried, under the mask, when he messed up that night. Tried to calm down, take deep breaths through the fabric muzzle and tell himself to not be dramatic. It didn't work.

Well, not exactly.

He felt his brain slowing, but not stopping at just "calm". It slowed further, until all he could think about was how scared he was of punishment for his mistake. Mistakes.

Phantom has no idea how he got through the rest of the show, but he did his best, even if he was practically shaking with held back sobs by the time the last song ended. He hoped no one noticed, he was so stupid, dramatic but he was so scared, he-

"Hey, bug," Swiss' voice cut through the haze as he squeezed Phantom's hand. When did he grab it? His eyes widened, he wasn't fast enough to hold back a whine. "You alright?"

He opened his mouth to say yes, but his words just wouldn't come out. His heart sped up impossibly, shoulders slumped as his fear only grew.

What was going on, why couldn't he think, why didn't he understand what was going on around, what was everything so loud, why his limbs felt so heavy, why-

"Calm down, kid, you're okay," he heard Swiss again.

Kid.

A kid.

That's... that's what he was.

He was just a kid who ended up in front oh thousands of people full of expectations and he failed them all. He failed his packmates, his Papa. He was just a kid but he was already a failure.

Somehow he ended up on a couch. When did he get to a couch?

The couch was... warm. And its shape was weird.

The couch was talking.

"Back with me, bug, it's alright, I've got you," it wasn't the couch, it was Swiss.

Phantom jumped, he failed Swiss too, he couldn't be comforted by him.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby," the multi ghoul cooed again, smoothing a big, warm hand over Phantom's back. It was nice. "There you go, that's the happy purr."

Baby.

Purr? He was purring?

He tried to say something, anything, but he couldn't. There was so little words in his head.

"Don't try to talk, kid, there's no need. Just relax."

Kid.

Phantom liked that, it was like Swiss... understood. Even if he himself didn't. It was nice. Swiss was nice.

He couldn't say it, but he cuddled closer, curling up more in Swiss' lap. He hoped Swiss would understand.

"There you go, yeah, just like that, kid, I've got you."

He did, Swiss did have him, Swiss was home, he was-

"Safe," Phantom mumbled, the only word he seemed to have right now.

"Yes, you're safe," Swiss chuckled.

The quintessence ghoul whined in protest, though, shook his head, "You... safe."

"I'm... safe?" Swiss asked, Phantom shook his head again.

"I... mean safe?" that got Swiss an enthusiastic nod and a happy chirp before he burrowed back into the crook of his neck. "Yes, baby, safe with me. Always safe with me."

When he was himself again, Swiss made him talk with Rain about what happened. How exactly did he feel, how did his head feel. Phantom was embarrassed, he told them it was just stupid panic attack or something, he was just being dramatic, he was tired.

Rain begged to differ.

He told Phantom he regressed. Something that Rain themself did sometimes, Dew and Mountain too, though slightly different. He told him it was normal, that he could learn to enjoy feeling all small.

Phantom could believe that... but only if Swiss would be there to keep him safe.

#im sorry theres not nuch comfort :(#hypnone's asks #hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #swiss ghoul #little ghouls

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like-what-the-fuck-scoob · 1 year

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I miss Eddie so much :(

Could you do Eddie x reader where the reader is in a metal band and Eddie doesn't know until he finds them practicing one day and gets all lovestruck towards reader? Fluff please. I think they would bond over it lol <3 thank you !

So Fucking Metal (Eddie Munson x Drummer!Reader)

Summary - Eddie Munson x Reader. When Eddie stumbles across you playing drums in the music room, he can't help but be intrigued.

Word Count - 839

Content Warnings - None really? Eddie is a little cocky at times. Very very brief and vague mention of reader having insecurities.

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It was just another Thursday lunchtime as Eddie Munson strolled down the halls of Hawkins High, on his way to the music department.

It had become a regular ritual, for him and his band to get together and practice their songs a few times a week. In fact, for Eddie, it was one of the only things about school he actually enjoyed, one of few motivations he had to roll out of bed and jump into his van every morning. The soundproof walls and frosted glass of the music room provided an ideal, private space to rock out, and today was no exception. Skipping down the corridor, a pep in his step, the brunette anticipated business as usual; a delightful hour of rehearsal with his friends, temporarily switching off from the harsh reality of his studies as he absorbed himself in each strum of his guitar.

But today, he certainly didn't anticipate meeting you.

Abruptly spinning on his heels, Eddie stopped in his tracks as he walked past the practice room on the left, hearing what he recognised as drums being played, very impressively in fact. But they weren't just any drums, they were rock drums. And like a curious puppy, Eddie's wide eyes peeped through the glass, as he tried to identify the source of such a heavy, deep rhythm - a kindred spirit.

Meanwhile, you were certainly not blind to the presence that seemed to be lingering outside your session. At first, assuming it must have been a teacher on patrol, you carried on playing, watching and waiting for the shadow to pass by. But they never left. Whoever they were, this person was clearly listening in on your rehearsal, their form pressed against the clouded glass. Mid flow, you rolled your eyes, placing your drumsticks down with a huff, striding over to the door.

"Excuse me? Can I help y-" You paused, caught off guard as Eddie's eyes met your own. You knew Eddie. Well, you knew of Eddie, sometimes hearing his band practice as you worked on your sheet music in the adjoining classroom. He was talented, and you secretly looked forward to those days where you could tap your foot and nod your head along to his guitar, the thickness of just one wall between you.

"Ah, hi!" Eddie scratched the back of his head awkwardly, leaning his hand on the doorframe as you acknowledged him. "Sorry I um, I was just passing, but I thought you sounded great."

The compliment stunned you for a moment.

"O-Oh! Thank you, I uh, I've been practicing for my band." You explained, flicking your hair over your shoulder. It was an anxious quirk, one you'd picked up over years of insecurity, naturally plaguing you now as you struggled to digest Eddie's flattery.

"A band?" Eddie asked, his eyes wide with intrigue. How had he never met you before?

You nodded, reiterating yourself. "I play with my friends. We make metal music, like you."

He raised an eyebrow at your sentiment, his tall frame resting more comfortable now against the hard glass. "How do you know I make metal music sweetheart?" He asked with a cocky smirk.

God, he was charming.

With a nervous chuckle, you dismissed his question. "I'm sure everyone knows you, right? Corroded Coffin?"

Eddie didn't concur, instead giving a presumptuous, high pitched 'hmph' as he segwayed into his next line of thought.

"So, now that you've caught me in the act, can I come in and hear you play?" He bit his lip, eyeing your blushing cheeks with a bashful smile.

"I- yeah, I guess."

You swallowed nervously, trying to settle the lump in your throat, exhaling deeply as you followed Eddie back to your drums. Sure, you were used to playing in front of a crowd, but something about the curly haired guitarist gave you butterflies.

He took a seat on the piano stool at the far side of the room, and motioned towards you with a nod and a reassuring grin.

Clearing your throat, you picked up your drumsticks with shaky hands, and proceeded with your earlier piece, eyes glued to the white plastic of the drum for fear of faltering if you locked eyes with Eddie for even just a brief second.

As you played, the dungeon master watched you with admiration, his deep brown eyes sparkling with amazement as he concentrated on every single beat, edged forward in his seat. He found himself gazing over your delicate features, noting the way your tongue rested between your teeth in focus, and your hair bounced with every thump, ricocheting off your shoulders. He wasn't just enjoying your music, he was enjoying you.

As your rhythm came to a close, you turned apprehensively to Eddie, anxious for his reaction, whatever that may be. But he didn't cheer, he didn't scoff, he didn't mention your music at all. Instead, he asked a simple question.

"What's your name?"

Dazed, you responded with furrowed brows.

"Well, Y/N." Eddie stood, walking towards you. "You're so fucking metal."

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little-cereal-draws · 1 year

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TWICE in the last week I've heard the lobo's whistle. TWICE.

The first time was after midnight, I was sitting on the couch by myself with my earbuds in. It was clear and... not loud but certainty not quiet either. It looped the whole song twice. I heard it and I instantly ripped my earbuds out and stood up. I looked in my bedroom, I looked in the bathroom, I looked in the outside hallway, there was nobody there. I swear to god, my chest was so tight and I was lowkey panicking. Now, it could have been one of my roommates in the other bedroom playing a YouTube clip but I'm not sure. It didn't have any dialogue or sound effects from the movie, and I've been through the entire soundtrack multiple times and there is no song of just the whistle. It could have been an edit someone did but I'm not even sure my roommate's even seen the movie so idk why he would be watching edits of it.

The second time was tonight. Again, it was after midnight, and I was standing on the edge of the dorm complex by myself. I was practicing the whistle because it's such a cool melody but I'm not very good at whistling, so it was quiet, and I was laughing a lot. Then, a few seconds after I finished, I hear it ECHO BACK AT ME. It was quiet this time but still very clear. I did it again because scientific method, you have to run multiple tests to have valid results. AND IT DID IT AGAIN. It sounded like it was coming from directly behind me, like someone was whistling into my ear. The only thing (several yards) behind me was a parking garage so I thought it might be someone in there who heard my practicing and did it back but I looked and it was empty. And I'm standing in essentially an open field that drops off into a swamp so there's no roof or anything it could be bouncing off and coming back to me. And you better believe I hightailed it out of there and back home so fast.

So a couple things could be the reason for this

1. somehow the funny shrek cat movie was right abt death being an anthropomorphic wolf and he's following me

2. i live in the most haunted city in the US and i'm being haunted by a ghost who thinks this is all quite funny

3. even tho i only saw it for the first time a month ago, the puss in boots movie is so engrained in my psyche i'm having auditory hallucinations

I honestly don't know which is the best option

#i might have to cut down on the puss in boots content (i'm not going to)#or go to bed earlier. but i usually go to bed at 1-2am so i'm not really tired midnight #and i get 7-8 hours a night? and drink water and eat three meals a day and go to the gym at least twice a week so idk why this is happening #puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots death #puss in boots lobo

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lokinightfury · 11 months

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Weekend WIP

I was tagged by @justhere4thevibez to show some of the stuff I've worked on recently (I've bent the seven day rule because I've not done a lot in the last week because of some life stuff happening)

Reblog this with up to five current WIPs

after you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. you must then write 3 sentences in that file. if the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

I have two main WIPs at the moment:

This IS Music

“For someone who claims not to give a shit about what people think you can’t bear the thought of your fans finding out you’re working with me, can you? It doesn’t take much, Dustin is linked to you, and now he’s been photographed with me. Hell, this is your main studio you work from. That’s what you’re actually worried about, right?” “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” “Do I? Because that’s how it seems. God forbid that Eddie Munson is seen dead with a corporate sellout like me.” She knows she should stop, but she’s on a roll now, and the words just keep flowing. “You’ve never had to work for this, and now you do. It's killing you that good luck alone isn’t going to be enough. I bet you never had to work for anything in your life.” “Here we go again, spouting the same bullshit, thinking you know everything about me Princess. Yeah. We got lucky and got our break, but don’t think for a second we didn’t work hard to get there.” Corroded Coffin had lived every kid's dream, their first set of gigs in the nearest big city to the middle of nowhere town they had grown up in got the attention of all the right people, and they quickly had a record deal and a platinum selling debut album. He hadn’t slogged and played to venues of five drunks, or battled for spots at open mic nights desperate to get his songs heard, to give them a chance with anybody else just to let people hear his music like she'd had to.

“You signed three months out of high school, don’t pretend you know what working hard for something looks like.” She scoffs at him, staring him down, daring him to retort. “Oh and you would? With your perfect picket fence family life? I bet you were even a cheerleader, weren’t you?”

Speak Now (which isn't published anywhere yet)

The sun slowly sets, the inky blues of the night sky chasing it down on its journey under the horizon. In a few minutes the first stars will start to show, glinting through the inky blues above the van. This is one of her favorite places to be, lying on top of Eddie’s van, pretending the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Her mom thinks she’s with Nancy, the Wheeler’s reputation giving her the easiest of alibis. Telling the truth about where she is, and more importantly who she’s with, doesn’t even come into consideration as an option. A puff of smoke rises up above them, and she turns to look at Eddie. He’s lying on his back, already thoroughly relaxed, one palm tucked under his head while his free arm holds aloft a freshly lit joint. He offers it across to her, but she shakes her head in reply. Maybe later on, once she starts to feel the temperature drop and needs something to distract her from the cold. For now, being here, hidden away from prying eyes, free to be the person she can only be without the weight of expectation that usually crushes down on her shoulders is enough of an escape. She sighs as she settles back, wriggling down into the blanket he laid across her half of the roof once they had climbed up here. School was winding down for the year, but the thought of the weekend ahead is still a relief. “Big plans for the weekend, Cunningham?” “Prom dress shopping.” For most other girls, this phrase would be one uttered with excitement, but for Chrissy it’s practically through gritted teeth. She doesn’t need to explain why to Eddie. He knows what her Mom can be like. He doesn’t reply immediately, just holding the joint across to her with a tone of commiseration. This time she accepts it, pulling the acrid smoke down into her lungs and holding it before passing it back to him. She exhales deliberately, watching the smoke drift up and away from them, dissolving into the sky. The psychological warfare of trying to pick a dress that’s simultaneously acceptable for her Mom, something she would want to wear and actually in her size rather than two sizes too small for her to ‘have an incentive to get trim’ is something that can only be made to feel better with the soft buzz that Eddie’s weed brings her.

I'm going to tag (with no obligation at all) @jenniebellie @hangon-silvergirl @immortalecstasy-blog

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sibyl-of-space · 9 months

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I've been practicing cello to prepare for my first live performance since.... uh........ undergrad? Like straight up 8 years ago????

I'm playing at my sister's friend's wedding because their organist bailed on them 2 weeks before the wedding. About 30 minutes of "whatever classical shit you want to play in the background as people come in IDGAF" and then 3 requests for walking down the aisle/a certain point in the ceremony.

The requests are fun because I'm more or less also arranging them for cello, as unsurprisingly the vast majority of songs only have piano arrangements. So I get to be a bit creative with it.

But the "30 minutes of whatever" is ALSO fun, because I've been whipping out all of my Suzuki (TM) books and playing pieces I haven't touched in over a decade. Like the first movement of that Haydn cello concerto was the hardest piece I ever learned back in high school, and it's..... IT'S REALLY NOT THAT BAD ANYMORE.

I've been spending so long "practicing" cello by playing my own music, making my own arrangements, dicking around, going nuts, experimenting, recording myself... and it feels really good to know that in doing all that I have been improving as both a musician and a cellist. Like since I did formal lessons through high scool I know *how* to practice when I need to, and I have a ton of repertoire to pull from, but ever since then I've been just growing as a musician in general. So going back to these old "hard" songs and finding them super playable just feels good.

Hashtag growth

(also I used to have THE WORST performance anxiety because I felt like if I made ANY mistakes then I had Failed TM. But now I'm like, well, if I practice it'll sound good. If I fuck up here or there oh well. It'll be fine. Basically I've chilled the fuck out lmao)

#i am looking forward to it #i think it will be fun #i am excited to play cello in public again #personal

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sobbingdistantnoises · 9 months

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🐶🐧🌕

he do know what this means but buttons!

and i like “hearing” you talk

!!!! AAAAAA, thank you thank you thank you KK for the ask!! <33 Very very glad my rambling entertains you :))

Now prepare for. QUITE A LOT of said rambling as apparently I've written more for this ask than I have in 3 weeks of school, ahaha. I am not obsessed at all with Hermitcraft, no. Definitely not

🐶 - What hermits do you watch?

A bit of question clarification first, just in case: the "hermits" are the YouTubers who play on the Minecraft server named Hermitcraft. There's around 25ish? of them, so it's practically impossible to watch every single video every single one of them puts out (whether just the Hermitcraft related ones or not). Their videos all also typically feature completely different content since even with collabs, they have their own projects to work on within the server, hence this question's existence

At the current moment, I'm watching everything/near everything by Grian, EthosLab (Etho), Xisumavoid (Xisuma or X), and DocM77 (Doc), Hermitcraft related or not

I've been watching Grian since like 2018, which is before he even joined Hermitcraft, and I can pretty safely say I've watched like 99% of his videos sans his MCC ones and his streams. Looking back, I think I stole like half my personality from him because of how young I was when I started watching him, which. I'm okay with </3 He's fairly chaotic in general with pranks and wars (Every season. EVERY SEASON, he somehow instigates a war. S6 Civil War. S6 Hippies VS Area 77. S7 Mycelium Resistance. S9 Buttercups. Evolution SMP (server he was on before Hermitcraft) Grian Empire VS Taurtis Republic) and stuff which I find very fun in general. I actually have started a few wars myself within friend groups inspired by him, which is kinda fun to look back on and see the influence, sldfjskdj. I also BUILT A (knockoff version of) HIS EVO BASE ON MY MINECRAFT WORLD WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. (I coerced my sister into helping empty some of the water against her will when I got tired but it was mostly me, SHHH.) That whole Minecraft world itself is honestly a knockoff of Evo that's mixed with Hermitcraft + my own inability to play minecraft, sldfjskld. I just honestly cannot emphasize how much of an impact he made on me, like WOAH. Magic :)

Etho, it feels sometimes that I started watching him relatively recently in comparison to Grian, but at the same time, it has been. 3 YEARS. I started watching him in S7 of Hermitcraft because of Resource Gathering, which is a remix song someone named Elybeatmaker did of his voice in his first S7 episode that I once again absolutely adore after re-getting into Hermitcraft, although I definitely knew OF him a lot earlier. It was again through Elybeatmaker songs, which I am just now realizing. Basically, I found Elybeatmaker around the endish of S5 of Hermitcraft (about 2018, from memory?), and I basically listened to all of his songs, which included a few that were Etho remixes (Hopper Dropper my beloved <3). There was also a few months later the diss track made by Team Star in S6 for the civil war plot that was going on, which had a line saying "I'm a legend of the NHO, with Etho, Beef, and Double O". That line is a reference to Doc, Etho, VintageBeef, and BdoubleO's POVs of S5 when they lived in a jungle and did jungle stuff that had some sort of plot? It's still on my to-watch list, so I can't say exactly what happened, but from what I've gathered over time, there was a cult or something, and the jungle wanted to eat them (????). But my story with him is essentially that his voice and existence were in some of my favorite songs for 2 whole years before I ever watched one of his episodes. Which is. weirdly fitting to me? Etho in general does a lot of stuff chill-ly in a chaotic way. Like, his voice is very calm, but you then pause the video randomly and notice that his shovel is named "Cooked Dirt Smells Good", and he never acknowledges it. I had a lot of "why didn't I watch his stuff earlier" at the start of S7, lskjdflsk

Okay wow, this is getting very long already. Oooooops. May attempt to shorten other hermits, sldkfjsdl, we shall see if that's even possible for me

Xisuma!! I started watching him in probably S5? I genuinely can't remember how I discovered him, but but some of the first videos that I watched from him were a bunch of these bonus Hermitcraft episodes featuring the character "Evil X". I absolutely adored them, and I actually rewatched them all a few days ago and still consider really fun, dsljflskdj. They're kinda corny, but they're silly and well made and make me happy, so :) Evil X my BELOVED. (He may or may not be afraid of flowers.) The only season I actually watched all of Xisuma's POV of is S3 a few years ago because Evil X first appeared in S3, but I've sporadically watched his newer Hermitcraft episodes as well as pretty much all his weekly snapshot update videos (informational videos covering new things added to Minecraft), so I count that, slkdfjlsk. Also also!! I realized a while ago now that the first Metallica song I listened to wasn't Seek and Destroy like I thought but Xisuma's cover of Ride the Lightning!! Which I find very cool in retrospect, haha. I found a lot of songs in general from him when I was 11/12, mostly from a video he put out that was a compilation of his time lapses, and those were some of the very first songs I actually listened to as songs to enjoy, so him and music mix very well in my brain <3. (I feel like thta video might be where I found his stuff with Evil X actually?? My memories are not in order whatsoever </3) And he also HAS AN ALBUM OUT!! WHICH WAS RECENT!! AND VERY COOL!! It has such floaty vibes, and aaaa <33

And DOC. He has vaguely been in the background for me since S6 when he was kind of the "leader" of Team Star against Grian and the G-Team during the civil war plotline, but I started actually watching him a few weeks ago because of the sheer INSANITY he displayed in current storyline that's going on with Doc VS the Buttercups. He's like, breaking the whole game so calmly, he SCARES ME and I am INTRIGUED. In my first episode of his that I watched, he was talking about block updates and other things that were flying over my head, and suddenly there was a single nether portal block sitting there which isn't supposed to be REAL, and I had to pause the video and whisper-scream "what" over and over again for a few minutes, slkdjlsdj

That's the hermits I currently watch, BUT. I'm really tempted to talk more about the others who I used to watch a lot but have since slowed on watching. I think I will do it :)

Mumbo Jumbo (MUMBO)! I think he was the first hermit whose Hermitcraft episodes I watched, starting in S5. I'm pretty sure I started watching Grian a bit earlier (think days-weeks), but he wasn't in Hermitcraft back then, SO. One of the earliest episodes I remember watching of his was S5 episode 119 because he used the Elybeatmaker remix "Stupid" in it which I got promptly obsessed with <3 I think I overall watch more of his one off redstone (which is like wires and electricity but in Minecraft) videos than his Hermitcraft stuff (I've also apparently learned nothing from watching them, redstone is hard :( ), but I've still watched stuff from him for a scary amount of time so he is here to be mentioned :)

Scar Scar Scar, Good Times With Scar, another hermit who I watched a lot of in S5 then kinda dropped off of watching as much (though his Life Series POVs are some of the POVs I'm in the process of watching) but who I still see a lot of in collabs. He had a bunch of S5 episodes in which he collaborated with another hermit, Cubfan135 (Cub), to make the ConVex, and they pranked basically everyone on the server at some point. I need to rewatch those actually, sldkfjallj (UPDATE, STARTED WATCHING WHILE TYPING, OHHHH, THE LITTLE JINGLE THING FEELS SO NOSTALGIC,,, <3). Scar is also just. really inspirational in general. And also his cat Jellie was actually added into the game :)

TangoTek (Tango)!! I haven't watched his Hermitcraft videos very much, but his bases are always so cool to me (S5 base my beloved, it's like the classic Tango base to me <3 It's this giant ring of hell with evil dark red towers), I used to wait very eagerly for videos about the Minecraft Mod about villagers he was coding (which was happening before Minecraft added the update where they overhauled villages), and in seasons 7 and 9 (current), he's been making a minigame called Decked Out within the game. Which is. SO COOL. Like, he literally made this giant dungeon crawler game inside of Minecraft for S7. And then in S9, he decided to make it BIGGER??? It's still a WIP but I'm so excited for it to be done :)) Decked Out 1 was already so cool, and I at some point even tried to make a list of statistics about various Hermits' runs (failed and gave up due to project scale but shh), slkdjflas. I really want to watch his S9 stuff to find out how it works (and then fail because redstone hard but again shhh), just haven't yet like all the other stuff I haven't watched because of time </3 [UPDATE IN THE TWO DAYS SINCE I WROTE THAT: I have watched 6 of his most recent episodes and am in love with them :] ]

This one question is getting alarmingly long, so just one final hermit unless I've forgotten someone fundamental, but!! Pearl! Or Pearlescentmoon :) She is another hermit who I've kind of been meaning to watch more of, but she is very fun from what I've seen from her POVs of another Minecraft series known as the Life Series. She's also kind of interesting to me because technically I've again known OF her for a very long time, probably longer than most of the Hermits, I'm guessing? She did a few episodes on the Evolution SMP which I loved very very much (her builds were genuinely so cool even back then, like WHAT), and I've kind of always known her as the person who is really really good at building organic things and creatures. She appears on Grian's older videos quite a bit, either helping him with building stuff or sometimes as a judge for Build Swap (game Grian used to play within minecraft a bunch) in which she was always building small cute things to the side which I found really eeee <3, so it's really cool to me that she's in Hermitcraft now after being added in S8 :) SLDfjksskdj, I want to set aside more time to watch her stuff so badly </3

🐧 - What is your favorite season?

Oh, this is MEAN, I've never actually thought about this before? Usually I just go along with the passage of time, so my current favorite thing tends to be whatever is going on now + some individual stand out events from seasons past, BUT. That being said, I thought about this question more than I usually do before answering, and I landed at season 6.

I think that's a pretty common season to have as a favorite; it's the first season Grian was a part of (who a lot of people were introduced to Hermitcraft by) and where the more "modern" Hermitcraft took off with the bigger focus on unscripted storylines that span a few episodes

However, for me, I think I'm picking S6 because this season is the only season where I've been in a kind of defined Hermitcraft fan community? There were a whole bunch of us on Wattpad that evolved into a whole Hermitpad with a discord and stuff, and while I didn't write or draw stuff that I shared, I actually COMMENTED on stuff. Which was weirdly rare for me for a long time because Wattpad had (past tense now) a newsfeed feature that you could basically use to stalk what who you followed were reading and I was oddly paranoid of that, lsdfjklsl. And I had INTERACTIONS there on Hermitpad!! Which was very cool!! And I think I've only been in 3ish fandoms where I did that, if I'm counting right? Which makes it all even more special to me :)

I'm honestly just kinda sad that I can't really look back at it since I'm pretty sure either (1) Wattpad deleted a lot of the accounts involved with it due to the passage of time without activity or (2) accounts and stories got buried under other stories because of dumb algorithm choices due to he passage of time once again. But there were a lot of good memories there :)

Hermitpad itself felt a lot more creative than the other fandoms I saw stuff for, like. We had minigames (I ran one of these!! I'm pretty sure the account got deleted, but it was based on a minigame from Hermitcraft called Demise and I loved it <3), we had accounts that acted as characters from Hermitcraft like Poultry Man (not an actual Hermit, but he has Hermitcraft related "lore" (appearances) and is definitely not just Grian) and whoever else, we had a Hermitpad Recap modeled after the Hermitcraft Recap YouTube account which basically recapped new fics, updated fics, milestones, etc people in the community got

It was overall just a really nice community which made my experience watching S6 just so much more connected, so go season 6 as my favorite apparently :) Carried by something completely outside of the control of what was happening on the actual SMP, OOPS

🌕 - What is your favorite Hermitcraft build?

OH, THIS IS SO MEAN ONCE AGAIN. It is a good thing I actually took time to think before writing these, slkdjfslkj. I've probably forgotten something really important, but one of the first things that came to my mind was Etho's S7 base, aka the Monstrosity, so I'm going with that!

Etho has a really unique way of building that he really expanded on with this build, like. He builds what he wants to build at the current moment, so the base is like, interior and exterior at the same time, and it has no real outside walls and is all inside but is also sometimes outside? And it was also completely unplanned, it was done one section at a time. That's like, the best way to explain it, sldkfjlksj, I think it turned out really cool though :)

But I think another part of why I like it is the way it was built throughout his episodes? It might be the smaller scale of the build or how he used less big timelapses like I'm used to with Grian and instead cut between snippets of him building in first person with noteblock music in the background, but it always felt kinda personal if that makes sense, sldkjflsj. I was always really attached to it and liked seeing stuff added to it :)

Screenshots!! + a video of me walking around it on the world download because the transitions between the areas are some of the coolest that have been made on Hermitcraft

#asks #kk

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slickshoesareyoucrazy · 1 year

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The Chorus in My Head (and Another Real Part I Guess)

I know I have a couple people here who are younger than me by a significant margin, and some people who just don't have a DJ in their head all the time, but anybody remember that Violent Femmes song Lies? Yeah. That is just playing and playing and playing for me for the past week.

I super hate being lied to. And I've been doing pretty well not thinking about how hurt I was last fall, being so consistently and continuously lied to, I think. But for the past week or two, I've been thinking about it. A lot.

And I guess I want to write about writing some. So spoiler alert I guess for the handful (2 maybe 3) folks who are here who haven't read my first book(s).

Probably obviously, the first heroine I wrote in novel form was a lot like me. I mean...she didn't look like me. She didn't meet her eventual partner the same way I did; her partner was a lot different (physically and in small talk details anyway) than J. It's a fictional story still. But I really did work with a bunch of guys at a construction company; most of my old friends are guys (yay! Today is basketball Thursday!); I do tend to be a really blunt communicator and a sunshiney Pollyanna about life a lot of the time. I'm a Look on the Bright Side person. I'm a Glass Half Full person. It's how I survive. Maybe I started thinking about that because of Ke Huy Quan winning the Oscar for Everything Everywhere All At Once (everyone should see that film, for serious). I really related to his character, particularly this scene:

"When I choose to see the good side of things, I'm not being naive. It is strategic and necessary. It's how I've learned to survive through everything. "

And that's part of me that I'm grappling with now too, because my focusing hard on the good in people has often enough ended with me being lied to and hurt. To jump from a great movie to a great book, there's this quote in Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner that I've always related to too:

"And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too."

I'm a lot like Jessica Fielding (eventually Evers). On the insides. Not just her job or who she makes friends with or even that she's probably on the spectrum (because so am I), but I'm a person who means everything I say, and unfortunately, too many times, I've believed everyone else does too. And man, they sure don't.

I'm grateful that this time, the lies I was told didn't REALLY do me any practical harm. I didn't get physically injured. I didn't lose any important relationships with other people. I didn't lose any money. But damned if I'm not wondering if that's where they were headed. I have to get out of 'what if' land (thanks, basketball and my old guy friends today for probably assuring that happens), but right now I'm there. 'What if they were trying to break up my marriage? What if they were going to start asking for money? What if they were going to tear down the repairs I've made with my mom? What if they were going to use information to hurt J's career or keep me from going back to work? What if what if what if...?' I like people who are honest, because then I never have to wonder what if about them or their motives. It's easier to stay on the bright side with them, even when they tell me something dark, because I never have to search through their shadows for the truth. They just shine the light on it for me.

Anyway, time to prepare for what I hope and expect to be a good weekend. Because I'm like that. Go Norse! Go Cats! Go Cougars! (my alma mater; my hometown fandom; my kid's high school mascot)

Maybe I'll stop hearing Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies...stomping through my head soon.

#there is really nothing in life that triggers and hurts me worse than being lied to

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I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I decided to become a Universe today after seeing Kino’s debut and discovering the rest of Pentagon! I really want to know them better, do you know any YouTubers who post about them? I’m okay with all types of video, I just want to know their personalities after going through their songs :) P.S. I think I’m Hongseok biased!

hi!!! no, i don't mind you asking at all, i love anyone who decides to become a uni! we can always use more and it's one of the best decisions ever ... imo pentagon is one of the best kpop groups ever. vocally, performance wise and discography wise they are truly the best of the best. nothing has made me happier than becoming a universe! (more under the cut)

pentagon is nine members in total, in age order: jinho (main vocal), hui (leader of the group, main vocal), hongseok (people like to say he is a lead vocal but imo he's a main vocal ... mariah carey i gotchu), shinwon (lead vocal), yeo one (lead vocal), yanan (lead vocal, chinese member), and the triplets/maknae line (born all within like a week of each other with like 3 days between each), yuto (main rapper, japanese member), kino (main dancer, center, vocal), and wooseok (main rapper). they are a largely self produced group, and all members have contributed to producing and writing their songs. mainly, it's hui, wooseok and kino. jinho used to be a vocal coach before he became a part of pentagon.

they are actively enlisting right now, so hui and hongseok are missing. jinho got discharged last november. yanan has been on multiple hiatuses due to his anxiety, so he is usually around mainly for comebacks. (he's missed a few tho, including naughty boy, humph! and dr. bebe)

so, i guess you already know kino. he's usually one of the few people get to know first. he's pentagon's center and main dancer for a good reason, and he's the performance leader of the group. he's choreographed for pentagon and he leads their dance rehearsals, too! here's his havana cover (demotape is my favorite fansite of his and maybe in general even), and here's yeo one (changgu) and him performing taemin's move, because it changed lives.

anyways, i don't really ... watch youtubers who post about kpop idols, not at all. so i can't be of help in that regard. i prefer to watch their actual content / interviews so that's what i can help with!

zip the record interview, esquire korea; this gives you a bit of an overview on where they're at most recently. it's a pretty good introduction and very self explanatory!

pentagon play superlatives; one of the first pentagon videos i've ever watched dated daisy era (so jinho is the only one missing here. hongseok is their designated english speaker so you will hear him a lot in american interviews! he became one of my first biases like that as well, he is a mood maker and easy to notice)

pentagon song association; another easy one!

pentagon try not to react to kpop songs; this one is pretty cute and so worth it ... (yanan is missing here because he was in china at the time)

singing in different languages (they did this twice, here's the first one with everyone but yanan)

their famous lovesick girls cover called lovesick boys. it has 9 million views.

if you really wanna get to know them tho ... watch their pentory! it's their behind the scenes content and it's a lot of fun! you don't have to start with the first (i didn't), you just pick and choose what you wanna see. one of my favorite ones is the do or not recording behind! and more recently their fanmeet behind. their feelin' like promo behind the scenes was also fun.

they also do their own variety content, called pentagon's variety lab. their youtube channel has a lot of content if you really wanna get into them, besides just their music videos! their dance practices are also fun. they had a little variety show called pentagon forest in 2020, here's the link to that. it's very cute and wholesome.

as for your needs as a newly minted hongseok bias, he has a cover series on youtube called HONG seasons. even during his enlistment, he's released songs here because we don't deserve him and he is the sweetest man on earth. head bitch in charge jinho, also known as kpop's first and only vocalist, has a cover series as well called Magazine Ho and releases covers at the end of every month. here, he monthly puts singers out of their jobs without a care in the world. we love that for him. here he is performing kino's original song gravity with him, and here he is performing bohemian rhapsody on his own, because why the fuck not.

so, there you go! i hope this helps as a bit of an introduction. i'm sure there's a lot more ground to cover but i hope this serves as a bit of a start. and i hope you'll enjoy being a universe. thank you so much for this ask! have a lovely day. 💕💓💌

#ask #anon

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bookishjules · 2 years

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From this ask game:

1,3,6,10,12,13,18,22,28,38,64,95,112,133,150

(it's so many, I'm sorry 😔🫣 I just didn't know how to break it down)

AIS HI I LOVE YOU. Never apologize hehe this is my favorite thing 🤗✨️💛

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Definitely one of the kids I babysit sometime last week <3

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? So many people!! I'm gonna say @lifeofbrybooks tho hehe 💛 I'm so excited to spend a weekend with her this summer

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? I think kind people, genuine people, people who match my energy or who I can have intellectual conversations with

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? hm. define deep lol probably @awecwightwood last night

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? This one is stressing me out 😭 but um maybe Tú Conmigo by ruggero, Choker by twenty-one pilots, some song on reputation idk which one lol, Life in the City but the lumineers, and agh um maybe Gold by sleeping with sirens? (This question alone took me SO LONG)

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? mm not really tbh. I would like to say yes, but idk not really. The one exception is @ann-perkins4 lol for the most part, I'd much rather play with other people's hair 🤗

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? HA no omg I haven't spoken to him since kindergarten 😳

22. Where would you like to travel? EVERYWHERE. I really want to go to Spain, because my late grandma always made it feel like a pilgrimage to visit the village her family came to America from (though I wouldn't mind coming and visiting Ireland 😉)

28. Who are you most comfortable around? @ann-perkins4 see above lol parabatai privileges. also my sister <3

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? (i'm gonna sound picky lol but you did say *dream* guy) an oldest son, ideally with brown, curly hair (the heart wants what it wants), a little older than me, a little taller than me, likes reading enough that we can read together, witty, intelligent, kind, communicative, willing to be there with me through the anxious spirals etc.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? my first kiss wasn't until I was 22. I made my then boyfriend wait until we were official and I knew this was the real deal before kissing me, because after waiting that long, I really wanted it to matter. So the day after we made it official, we were laying on the couch watching Hercules, and he asked if he could kiss me and i was so scared but I said yes 🙈 and it was so weird haha it took me a bit to get used to it, but we did quite a bit of practicing that night 😏

95. Last movie you watched? Shrek Forever After with a kid I was babysitting lol it was actually my first time watching it! the kid was so offended that I hadn't seen it OR the puss in boots movie 😅

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? like physically? gosh I'm not sure. The people I usually cry in front of all live in different states. Unless you count me breaking down on the phone with my mom on my walk home a couple weeks ago and all the strangers who got to see that spectacle ✨️ other than that.. lol I definitely cried when recording the episode of @kraigsretirementparty that went up on Saturday, does that count as crying in front of Bry?

133. Favourite lyrics right now? "Oh a liar AND a player too, I've met too many men like you" has been on repeat in my head constantly since watching hadestown last week lol

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? okay I'm really hoping this isn't a spoiler, because the book is You Deserve Each Other, which @wingedshoes suggested to me but which I haven't quite gotten to yet lol the line is, "... progeny inherit. If Nicholas jumps ship now, Deborah will revert ..." 👀

#i love that i tagged 4 different mutuals in this post lmao #love you all <333 #ais 💕#asks #ask game

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agentfreckles · 2 years

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Hehe glad I have the honour of gracing your ask box for the first time in a while, but yeah I'm dying for the new book! Who wouldn't be? I only discovered Wayhaven after book 2 came out though (due to some incredible fan artists) so I feel like I should be more patient because I haven't had to wait as long as older fans for content. But also I've pretty much spent the last two days doing nothing but rereading any Wayhaven content I can find 😅

To be honest with you my first impression of A was that he was going to be a stoic, militant, serious kind of guy aka not really my cup of tea, but then I read through the other LI's routes and it's like oh shit he cares. So I haven't actually played through his route yet, but I just listened to Stay and maybe I should put myself through the terrible heartache of a slow burn romance with a stoic man who actually cares a whole lot...

The song makes it all sound so bittersweet, the longing for connection even though he isn't ready to fully admit it to himself yet. From what I've learned in the other routes the way he acts makes sense, but to be alone for so long before he got to be with unit bravo is heartbreaking

(also hope any of that makes sense, it's definitely too late in the AM for me to be overthinking this, and yet,,)

I can relate to you there! I first found out about Wayhaven about a week after Book 2 came out, in late May 2020. So it’s been an interesting journey that started off with the instant gratification of being able to jump from Book 1 to Book 2 and every day since has been a long waiting game. But Mishka’s asks and the Book 3 demo have definitely helped keep me sane while I wait. And I’d wait forever if it meant the book was top tier, which I know it will be.

I mean A really is a stoic, militant, serious kind of person lol. I get a lot of people’s hesitancy when it comes to their route because A is definitely a little rough around the edges, especially in the beginning. But why they’re that way has always been interesting to me, even more so now that we’ve gotten some pretty big hints about their backstory (particularly in the Book 3 demo if you’ve read it). There seems to be a lot of trauma and guilt there, which we have to remember A has been carrying with them for a near millennium. And it’s that guilt in particular that has them constantly putting duty and practicality above emotions, even at the cost of their own happiness as we see in their route. But you’re so so so right! A cares quite a lot actually. Especially when it comes to Unit Bravo. Some of my favorite scenes in the series, A’s route or otherwise, involve A letting their guard down and giving us (both the detective and the reader) a glimpse of that camaraderie and trust that exists between A and their team. You can really feel how much they all mean to A, even if they don’t always show it as freely as say F does.

And you hit the nail on the head. A’s route is all about keeping their distance and denying themselves the love every bit of their mind, body, and soul is screaming to have. It’s heartbreaking and frustrating and awful, but god does it make for one hell of a read.

#adam du mortain #ava du mortain #oh A my little emotionally constipated bean #if you haven’t noticed I love A very much #though if I’m being honest M’s route is my favorite so far #but A will likely always be my favorite LI #though they’re all fantastic #I’m glad the song hit you with that good angst!#ask freckles

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m1551ngl1nk · 2 months

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Once upon a time, in what seems like another lifetime now, I was a student of music. It's likely I inherited my interest from my great grandfather, who played violin in the orchestra as a student at my high school decades before I was born.

I studied: History, Theory, Composition, Vocal Performance, Piano, and even wrote a comparative essay in high school on Chinese and Japanese stringed instruments. I've successfully played: beginner guitar, clarinet, and violin, and can even tune water goblets. I have sung at numerous competitions in: French, Italian, Spanish and English, with one disastrous attempt at German (which is hysterical since I am strongly of German descent.) There is a special place in my heart reserved for the appreciation of pipe organ and glass [h]armonica music, as well as Gregorian chant.

I was accepted into both a private and public music school for Music Therapy at the private university and Music Education at the public university, and performed as a first Soprano in the public school and would've been a second Soprano in the private school if I'd lasted longer than a week.

In my studies, I learned that music has the power to heal, and although I would not have been emotionally prepared to work with the patients at St. Jude using music to assist with their treatment the way I had dreamed of doing, nearly 2 decades later I still believe in the healing power of music. I've even started using sound therapy to work through some of my own healing.

One of the other things I learned as a music school student was that it is rumored (and still under debate today) that many of the most popular religious hymns and even the religious music now lost to time was originally performed by patrons of the local taverns after work in the evenings. The local churches, seeking to increase attendance, changed up the lyrics, added some seriously powerful backing music, and suddenly their seats were full. This in addition to overwriting Pagan holidays and practices, among other things.

Since I was privileged to have had family members who broke away from the traditional Catholicism and attended Unitarian services instead, I became comfortable with the concept of then taking existing religious hymns and reworking them to be secular and aligned with the intention of bettering the world for the good of humanity.

One of my grandmothers once told me my voice was a gift, and I would feel uncomfortable choosing to keep my feminine singing voice and then not doing anything with it.

One of my struggles since starting to practice Wicca is that I feel like singing ALL THE TIME. If I'm singing, you'll be able to tell what I'm thinking or feeling by what I'm singing, and aside from my cooking or baking, it's the strongest tool I have at my disposal for affecting positive emotional changes. However: the last thing I ever want to do is trigger someone's religious trauma without warning.

So what I figured out is:

1. Most religious hymns are public domain, so finding accompaniment and backing vocals shouldn't be difficult. I also have a Twitch account for recording videos and several YouTube accounts I can choose from to post them on and then share links in posts here. In a pinch, there's SingSnap, or I own a piano I should probably be playing more often anyway.

2. I can rewrite the lyrics to the songs and post them here, listing the source for the original songwriter/composer, with a link to listen to me performing each song as I've written it. If I find a version that already exists, I'll post with credit to whoever wrote it.

3. In addition, I can also provide information about each song and composer/writer, as well as which deity(ies) came to mind during the process, or even a random snippet relating to music history.

3.1. I'm already getting vibes from Ares that the theme songs for each of the Armed Forces may be a good place to start.

4. The Unitarian Church has already taken great strides in undertaking a project of this nature, and I wouldn't be opposed to working with my local UC on some of these recordings.

Sources:

Wikipedia

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_music#:~:text=During%20the%20first%20two%20or,it%20absorbed%20other%20musical%20influences.

The Enjoyment of Music, Ninth Edition Chronological Version by Machlis and Forney, 1997

#music #music appreciation #hellenic polytheism #pagan wicca #wicca #music therapy

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nekole-doodles · 2 months

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1. I only recently mostly phased out of my Gacha phase because no one made satisfying enough videos. Those reaction and AU Crossovers videos used to go so hard thoooo!!! This is where I found my love for AU Crossovers and making AUs :D I always had very high standards for GC videos though which honestly probably saved me from being one of those questionable people who pushes the fandom's boundaries.

2. Still LOVE FNaF and fnaf fanartists have been saving my mental health these past few weeks after DSMP started falling off

3. I have a few closeted/subtle DSMP cosplays like C! Wilbur(who I dressed up as for Halloween) and C! Tommy and TCFSV! Siren is in progress(looking for the iconic white and red t-shirt and working on getting a black coat and my friend is making a shimmery blue blindfold for me :D) I'll be dressing up as TCFSV! Siren for the hero/villain day at my school :))) So excited

3. Anime(specifically Haikyuu) was my first hyperfixation but Violet Evergarden remains one of my tops (Also, Yuri!!! On Ice recently joined the ranks since I just watched it. It has changed my brain chemistry)

4. I can recognize soooo many tiktok audios despite only getting TikTok last year because I always watched FNaF and Haikyuu compilations.

5. No comment :/ (I like women :])

6. A Mitski song was just playing a minute ago agsksnj

7. So many YouTubers raised me omg, especially MCYTubers(clearly) DanTDM, LDShadowlady, Ihascupquake, etc, those were fun days :]

8. I still remember her obsession with bread, like that one time she made a tower of bread in Job Simulator

9. Honestly, Hot Topic doesn't have great stuff for me but I've been there several times

10. Only a few of her songs but I think it still counts. I mostly listen to her through DSMP animatics/animations (which says a lot as is)

11. TALLY HALL, no further comment :]

12. I stopped using it as much but yeah. I love emoticons, especially TvT :) :] :') =>= :D TwT etc

13. MY MUSIC IS BUILT OFF OF ANIMATION MEMES!!! Before I found my groove with indie music, this was basically 99% of my music

14. Just look at my page. That says enough. Longest and strongest hyperfixation and has had the most impact on my life despite me joining late. Haikyuu was my phase while I was getting out of a bad time but DMSP was there as I found myself and it helped me find a lot of the things I enjoy now(art, writing, cosplays, fanartists, content creators like Philza, a love for animatics and fanart, etc) You can tell how much this fandom means to me

15. I wouldn't say I'm "good" per say, but I still love art and like to think I'm improving :> I still have a long way to go but DSMP and QSMP makes for good inspiration to practice drawing through fanart :]

16. ... Do fish count??? I mean- I have owned 3 hamsters and guinea pigs that one time but it never really worked out. I'd love to have a cat but I'm really allergic which is devastating :[

Anywayyyy, I rambled a lot :D I always ramble. I AM the ramble :)

#weird kid bingo #dsmp #fnaf #i was a pretty weird kid #i AM a pretty weird kid #dsmp hits different #rambles #ramble #ramblings #hyperfixation #nekole's rambles

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