#Charlie chatters

[galaxyprince]

It’s so interesting to me how so far every avatar we’ve met is working with the OIAR. Like in tma the avatars knew of the institute but aside from the Lukases they more or less hated the institute (largely because of Gertrude and later John). But in tmagp they all seem to be cooperating with the OIAR in some mutually beneficial relationship. So when Alice joked they’re working for the bad guys, that’s more true than maybe even she realized.

#the mystery in this season is so fucking good but I have NO idea where it could be going #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #charlie chatters

[overgrownwithmoss]

everytime i hear morpheus say ‘perhaps’ this image pops in my brain

#the sandman #i can't take him seriously because of this #charlie chatters

[charlies-trainhopping]

So theres this talent show audition thing around my town soon, and im gonna participate with poetry. Whats funny as shit is that i just had this thought where 'what if the judges interview me or smthin' and im just like:

Judge: what is your talent?

Me:

Me: i write gud

(i am running on exhaustion and dorito chips so my humors a lil silly rn)

#shitpost #charlie chatters

[lilacponds]

So, this is going to be a post about Tell Me Why. 

Spoilers for all of the game, but especially the end of it (Chapter 3, to be clear, not just Chapter 1).

At the end of the game, I chose to believe that Mary-Ann, Tyler and Alyson's mom, was not threatening Tyler. I was surprised to find out that I'm in the whopping 0% of people that chose that. So, I'd like to explain my thoughts on it:

I have not chosen it because I believed Tom. He's awful, and there is no reason to believe any word of what he says, ever. But I've gone through the entire game waiting for Mary-Ann's actions to make sense and that's when they did. I don't believe she ever meant Tyler any harm and, to me, it makes sense that she was never threatening him. I think that to believe otherwise is a disservice to her, to the twins, and to the journey they've gone through.

Let's take it back.

We start the game believing that Mary-Ann threatened Tyler and he killed her in self-defense. We're led to believe, because this is what the twins believe, that she did so in an act of transphobic anger. But the whole game is about learning that things are not what they seem.

We learn in the very first episode that Mary-Ann had a book on accepting a trans child and that she had an argument with Tessa. Furthermore, Tessa had suggested a conversion camp for Tyler, which Mary-Ann did not accept. We learn that the conversion camp pamphlet Mary-Ann had, she only had because Tessa had given her, not because she was considering it. We also learn that Mary-Ann is going through something, although nothing is very clear.

In the second episode, we find out that the family was going through tough times, and that Tessa had called CPS on Mary-Ann. We learn too that Eddy had told Mary-Ann about the call and that she was less than happy about it. We also learn that Mary-Ann had an argument with the twins' biological father and threatened to kill him. And then we learn that the twins' Voice can blend things together (Tyler projecting on Alyson what he said to Eddy, without meaning to).

We learn in the third episode that Mary-Ann lived a tough life at home. She had gone through abuse from the hands of her parents and never got to experience any kind of small freedom. We learn that she lost people precious to her. She also had a child, who died as a baby.

Now, I got through all of the chapters analyzing all of this thoroughly as I played, and, for the love of me, I could not understand Mary-Ann's actions. She was depicted as a stern - abusive or near so - mother in the twins' recollections. But she was loved by many, and we see over and over again in memories and snippets of their lives that she cared deeply about them. They have many, many happy memories. If the goblin stories are to be believed somewhat, they did have some freedoms - more than Mary-Ann ever had growing up. Yes, none of that negates the possibility of her being abusive, but my perception of her after all of it was of an overprotective and a bit overbearing mother, full of worries and anxieties. Taking into account the premature death of her first child, she had good reason to be so.

Mary-Ann had lost one child already - after losing her parents for that child’s sake. She gave up one family to start another one, alone, and then she lost that one too. Then, she had the twins. She had to deal with their father pushing her to have an abortion, only for her to find out years later: She was going to lose her children. Again.

When you go into the attic and you open the box, there is a letter addressed to Alyson and Ollie and Tyler says, "She noticed. I was her son."

I believe she loved her children. I believe she had gone through the trauma of losing one already, and that she would do anything to cherish and keep the two she still had safe. I believe we have proof over and over again of that through the many memories we see. I believe she made that attic for the twins to find one day, so they could understand her - why else leave a letter addressed to them otherwise? - and I believe that she supported Tyler.

I believe she was troubled, but that she could never harm her children. I believe she wanted the best for them. She couldn't bear to lose them, but never at the expense of their own safety and/or lives.

I believe it is dismissive of all she'd done for them to believe she could threaten Tyler. It is dismissive of the growth she had to force herself to go through, of the things she'd prepared for them, of the lengths she'd go to for them.

She wanted them to have a good life. And she wanted them to find that attic.

And I think believing otherwise is dismissive not only of her character, but of the journey Tyler and Alyson went through for answers.

#Tell Me Why #Tell Me Why game #Tell Me Why game spoilers #YES I WROTE AN ESSAY ABOUT THIS THAT MY BEST FRIEND EDITED FOR ME!!!! IM SALTY ABOUT 0% OKAY #i knew i'd be in the minority but i didnt expect THAT much of a minority #Charlie chatters

[manic-pixies-dream-girl]

i had a thought- i can't stop thinking about it now. but i absolutely love the idea of a steddie fic but it's like edward scissorhands. i mean it's kind of perfect for them and their dynamic, like eddie is naturally an outcast, and generally just keeps to himself, and steve is like kinda rich, misunderstood, boy-next-door type. like maybe instead of steve's parents being absent (physically), what if they just don't get him and they don't try all that well. as for eddie, his uncle would've been the scientist that created him, though he died (rip wayne) before he could finish (aka the obvious scissorhands). like the personalities would work so well, edward and eddie, he's just trying to be helpful and fit in because he's different (though unapologetically), he still wants to keep the scissorhands because they're part of him. and steve as kim is so perfect because of the tiny bit of rebellion, the shit friend group, and the sort of resenting eddie for like crashing his room with his mothers oh-so-helpful invitation. and especially the break-in scene, eddie would literally do anything just because steve asked.

i need this way more than i thought, if somebody doesn't write this i might actually cry.

#charlie chatters #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington and eddie munson #steve harrington & eddie munson #steve and eddie #steve & eddie #steddie #steddie fic ideas #please someone write this #i beg #this thought will live in my head now #edward scissorhands #edward scissorhands plot #stranger things #stranger things steddie #steve #eddie

[mintydandelionpuffs]

I GOT THE BEST GRADE IN MY CLASS FOR THIS ASSIGNMENT !!

me and you alternate universe??? [< immediate response to anything that involves two characters]

on a serious note, that is really good! i enjoyed reading that, and congrats on the best grade! told you you arent an idiot <3

#dandy's documents #charlie chatters

[backwardd]

I'm taking the dennor snippets from my sufin fic and expanding them into their own story. So if you like dennor keep an eye out for it (⁠^⁠.⁠_⁠.⁠^⁠)⁠ﾉ

#charlie chatters

[skrimshaw]

Etsy’s algorithm kinda sucks cause you’re like “well my friend likes cows” and for the next three days Etsy says YOU LIKE COWS? DO YOU WANT COW UNDERWEAR? COW CANDLES? COW BAPTISM INVITATIONS?

#Etsy #okay to rb #Charlie chatters

[royalarchivist]

Baghera: I know you for like, few– few weeks, and I know you're a good boy!

Slimecicle: You think I'm a good boy?

Baghera: Yeah, you're a good boy, yeah!

Slimecicle: Fit, Fit– do you think I'm a good boy?

Fit: Yeah, you're a good boy! Yeah, 100%.

Slimecicle: Can you say it again?

Fit: You're a good boy.

[Fit and Charlie laugh]

Baghera: Can you say to me I'm a good boy? :D

Fit: You're a good boy!

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]

—

Baghera: Oh, thank you!

Slimecicle: Hey Fit, hey Fit, hey Fit–

Fit: Yeah, yeah?

Slimecicle: Hey.

Fit: Hey.

Slimecicle: I know you don't get to hear this a lot, but you're a good boy.

Fit: Whoa. Uh—

Baghera: Antoine, you're a good boy!

Fit: Wait wait–

Slimecicle: Antoine! Antoine? Let me see you. Let me- let me look— [he circles around Antoine] Ok, yeah. Antoine: you're a good boy.

Baghera: You're a good boy!

Slimecicle: Antoine, you're a good boy!

Baghera: I'm a good boy!!!

Antoine: THANK YOU GUYS! That means a lot to me! Are you good boys too?

All of them: Yeah!

Fit: We're in a gang!

Antoine: Baghera, are you a good boy?

Baghera: Yep, yep, yep–

Slimecicle: WHAT A STUPID FCKING QUESTION!

Fit: Yeah, we're in a good boys gang!

Slimecicle: What a stupid fcking question! I'm a good– Antoine, say I'm a good boy.

Baghera: Antoine, say.

Antoine: Slime.

Slimecicle: Antoine.

Antoine: [Demon voice] You're a good boy.

Slimecicle: YEAHHHHHH!!!

Baghera: Yup, you're a good boy!

Fit: There we go. Yeah.

Baghera: Antoine, am I a good boy?

Antoine: Baghera. [demon voice] You're a good boy.

Baghera: YEAH! Good boy, yup!

Antoine: Fit?

Fit: Yeah yeah, let's hear it.

Antoine: You are... a very very good boy.

Fit: Yesss, let's go!

[They all cheer]

Baghera: We ready for tonight now!

Slimecicle: Oh my god, I- I– we could do anything guys!

Fit: That's right!

Slimecicle: Us four good boys versus the– [laughs] versus the bad world!

Baghera: Four good boys!

Fit: We're good boys gang, baby!

Antoine: Do you think the others are not good boys?

Slimecicle: Good boys get it done.

Fit: Ohh, I don't know if they're all good boys.

Baghera: You have to be to the club of good boys–

#FitMC #QSMP #Baghera Jones #Slimecicle #Antoine Daniels #Baghera #Fit #Charlie Slimecicle #Antoine #November 4 2023 #Someone just asked me if I had a clip of that moment where a chatter says they want Fit to call them a good boy #(And yes I do. I posted that a few months ago and very recently posted it to Twitter) #but that made me realize I never got around to posting this #So thank you to the person who reminded me about this! #I will not ask why you wanted that other clip

[rainyday-deer]

BABY GIRL BABY

#Mo Chatter #;;Hazbin hotel #CHARLIE MY ANGEL MY DARLING THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE #Apple Princess

[galaxyprince]

I already need to relisten to today’s episode there was so much that happened!! Celia’s asking a lot of questions that Sam has asked already too, like about searching, and I find it interesting that Alice didn’t tell her off for being curious. Maybe because she doesn’t have any attachment to Celia and therefore doesn’t really care what she does or doesn’t do? That doesn’t seem entirely in character with how Alice has been written so far so idk if that’s it. Maybe it’s just that Celia already seems much more competent at the job because she isn’t put off by the statements?

Also Celia’s specific questions about being buried and flesh by name makes me think she already knows stuff about the fears. Not only that but she does recognize Jon’s voice. But that begs the question of is she the same Celia we met in s5 of tma or is she the Celia of this world but can some how remember bits of that life because she was one of the few people outside of a domain when whatever happened at the end of tma happened? If she’s the same Celia how did she end up here? Does this mean that the Georgie and Melanie from tma are also here or is it just Celia? Do any of the others remember?

EDIT: someone in the comments raised a good point that she DEFINITELY knows more than she’s letting on and probably does remember Jon but doesn’t wanna say. But that still begs the question of how she got here

And then Sam getting an email from a Jon from an internal email implies that Jon is still somehow conscious within the computer if he can send emails. Having some confirmation that the voice of Norris is likely the same Jon since the voice is being recognized makes the theory that the 3rd voice being Jonah more and more plausible. But that does make me wonder why Martin is being compelled to read statements now. Maybe being essentially fused/trapped with two other eye avatars did that to him? That’s the most likely scenario (other than Alex just wanting to play one of the creepy voices in the computer lmao).

But oh my goddd I am so fucking pumped for this season!! I literally cannot wait for the next episode!!!

#the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tma spoilers #charlie chatters #I’m going i n s a n e yall

[overgrownwithmoss]

"average sub gets lost for 3 hours a day" factoid actualy just statistical error. average sub gets lost for 0 hours per year. Titan Georg, which is a carbon fibre mousetrap for billionaires & malfunctions 10,000 times each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

#titanic #charlie chatters #god what a horrible way to die though #oceangate

[charlies-trainhopping]

KICKING MY FEET SCREAMING SQUEALING CRYING AND LOSING MY VOICE AND SHIT OVER THE MERCH I GOT YESTERDAY I GOT AT MELANIE MARTINEZ'S FIRST TRILOGY TOUR CONCERT

(hoodie)

beach bunny was one of the opening bands so i guess they sold merch too:D

#shitpost #charlie chatters #merch haul #melanie martinez #melanie martinez trilogy tour #trilogy tour merch #melanie martinez k12 #melanie martinez portals #melanie martinez crybaby #beach bunny merch #beach bunny

[lilacponds]

RANDOM FACT

ive been to a maid cafe like three times

one of the times i was with my ex and we were a little lost and we both have anxiety so we played rock paper scissors to choose who would ask directions and i won . later we were playing a game w the maid that was tending to us and we won and another maid came over like "nooo you cant give them a prize! okay how about we play rock paper scissors AND if you win THAT then you'll get the prize" (not in a mean way tho she was playing around, we were like the last people there for the day and that was like the 3rd time id been there and we were lovely customers so the ppl liked us well enough (+ one of my old classmates worked there i found out that day))

so we looked at each other and we were like okay i won earlier, i might have more luck, lets go

and i won all matches of rock paper scissors

everyone was impressed

n e ways i should share the polaroids at some point they were fun !! youre supposed to get a polaroid picture w only the person serving you (if you pay for it which i always did cus i wanted the memory plus polaroids are cute) but on that third visit one of the butlers joined in for funsies !!! also multiple staff members were rly excited that i had my older polaroids with me and i could show them off :)

i wanna go again but theyre not like set in place, theyre a company that does events in various cafes and stuff, and i never got the chance to see them again :( but one day maybe !!!! i follow them on facebook even if i never use facebook

#i should look if theyre doing any events nearby any time soon #i wanna go again i liked them !!!! #Charlie chatters

[spacetrashfallingdown]

Charlie Slimecicle's chat highlights (13.04.2023)

#SLIME CANONICALLY QUEER? asks chatter in shock #they dont know he had sex with his husband yesterday #and two days before that #mcyt #charlie slimecicle #qsmp #original content #chat highlights

[mintydandelionpuffs]

EEEE HERES MY TECHNO THING

I wake to the sound of the harp alarm on my phone. Race day.

 Phil, my dad, then walks into my room and peeks his head in through the door. 

            “You ready for your race, Alexander?”

            Alexander’s the name everyone at school calls me because my parents decided to give me the name Technoblade. I nod and sit on the edge of my bed, “you wake up Tommy yet?”

            Phil shakes his head, “no. I’ll wake him up in a bit, it’s still early.” He then walks out of my room with a smile on his face. 

            An hour and a half later, Tommy and I are in our dark blue and gold uniforms with ‘Queens High Cross Country’ printed on the chest. Tommy’s still yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.              “Are you sure we have to be there this early?” He scratches his head, his hair messy and slightly frizzy. I chuckle and shake my head.

            “Yeah, we have to be there early to cheer on the middle school, Tommy.” I say, flattening his blonde hair, trying to make it less frizzy.

            “Seriously? The middle school? Why?” He asks, tilting his head away and batting at my hand. 

            “Because high schoolers are role models, Tommy.”

            “Well, I don’t want to be a role model then.” He grumbles, taking a piece of toast and nibbling at it.

I chuckle, “hah. Guess you chose the wrong sport then, Toms.” I take a banana and peel it entirely before taking it out of the peel and eating it.

            Once we make it to the course, I see the middle school runners warming up and stretching. I see a familiar team. 

            “Hey, I think Michael’s running here.” I point to Michael’s team and we walk over to our short, pale, dark-haired nephew and the other sixth graders he’s with.“Hey, Michael!”

            Michael jumps at his name and turns around with a smile. “Techno!” He runs over to me quickly and hugs me. “I didn’t know you would be here!” He smiles up at me, his single eye looking up at me. [in this version of the SMP, Michael is an actual human boy who was injured badly in his eye and went blind in it, causing him to have an eye patch. In this version, everyone is human btw :] ]

            I smile down at him. “Well, we’re here now! And Tommy and I will both be cheering you on during your two miles.” I nudge Tommy with my elbow as I smile a little more. A few middle schoolers were staring at me and my bubblegum pink hair. If you really need to know: my hair is slightly over shoulder length and as I said, bubblegum pink; but it has my dark brown roots growing out and desperately needs a trim. It is currently pulled into a high ponytail and sort of hurts from being up for such a long time.

            Suddenly, Wilbur and a short Latino boy in a cross-country uniform run over to our little group. 

            “Techno! Tommy, Michael! You guys will do great!” Wilbur says, winded from running. He then takes out his inhaler and sucks in a puff before speaking again [I have a headcannon that Wilbur has asthma]. “When do you guys start?” Just then, the Latino boy hooks his arm around Wilbur’s and smiles, not saying a thing.

            I smile back at the young man before responding, “Michael’s girls run at eight, Michael at eight thirty, our high school girls at nine thirty, and us at around ten.” I look at the boy with Wilbur again. “Wilbur, who is this?” I ask, trying not to sound insulting.

            Wilbur’s ears turn a little pink, “he…” he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. “His name is Alexis, but people call him Quackity. I… we—we’re dating.” He looks down and smiles warmly and Quackity and he looks up and smiles back.

            Tommy walks up to Quackity and pushes his hand forward for a handshake, “nice to meet you, Quackity, Wilbur’s new boyfriend!” Quackity lets out a soft laugh before shaking his hand.

            “Nice to meet you too,” He grins, showing pure kindness and playfulness.

            Once the middle schoolers ran, along with the high school girls, my group of boys stepped on the staring line, our box feeling two times smaller than the other schools’s boxes. The official yells about the beginning of the race, explaining how we’ll start and what’ll happen if there’s a false start. Once he wishes us good luck, we thank him and he stands on a ladder to the side of our big group. I stare at him, taking deep breaths and keeping my mind clear, while he raises his popper gun to the sky as a long whistle screams. Everyone leans forward. Pop! It’s begun.

            I sprint off the start line and get to the front quickly before I feel a foot sweep my feet and I fall to the ground, face planting. Three whistles shriek and everyone walks back to the starting line. My coach speeds over.

            “Alex, you alright?” He places a hand on my back as I stand up, holding my nose. It’s bleeding.

            I nod, “yeah… do you have a tissue, by any chance?” I ask, my voice sounding funny from my nose being plugged. 

            “Oh! Yeah, here...” He hands me a few tissues and walks me back to the start line.

            The official is yelling again. “… ten-minute break before we restart! Loosen up and take a breath, boys!” He then walks over to me once he’s finished talking. “Mate, you alright? You fell pretty hard back there, do you need more time?” He asks, his dark eyes looking into mine. He’s an older gentleman with graying hair, yet he sounds so young.

            I shake my head, “I’m fine, sir. Once this nosebleed stops, I’ll be good to run again. Thank you, though.” I smile at the man, and he nods.

            “Alright, mate,” he pats my shoulder with a smile. “You’re a strong runner, I know you’ll do great.” He then walks away to speak with other officials.

            Once the ten minutes are over and my nosebleed has stopped, we all gather ourselves to the line again, cramming ourselves into the way too small boxes. The official goes over the rules again and climbs up to his ladder. He raises his popper gun once more and the whistle screams its long shriek, the runners lean forward. Pop! We’ve started once more.

            Again, I sprint forward and pass Tommy and my other mates on our team. I run to the front and take a right turn, following the white line on the ground. 

            “You’re doing great,” I hear a voice behind me saying. He’s running very well, though he’s running behind me, I can hear his feet hitting the ground in a good pattern.

            “Thanks,” I breathe out, continuing to stare forward. “You’re doing… well yourself,” I whisper out. The boy behind me speeds up a bit to run next to me. It’s the Latino boy, Quackity. He grins at me and continues running, trying to keep at my pace. I’m around more than two times his size, so him keeping my pace should be difficult. 

            We run together for a majority of the race like this. One lap done. Second lap in progress. As I’m running, my foot steps into a pothole. I hear a pop in my ankle and let out a pained grunt as a terrible sting overwhelms my entire lower leg. Whenever I put weight on my left foot, it burns like fire dancing upon my skin. I let out another grunt as pained tears fill my eyes and I push through. Just a little longer…

            As I turn another corner, I hear Wilbur and Tubbo, Tommy’s friend, yelling at me. Once I come into their view fully, they go quiet. Crap. They see my tears and limping.

            “C’mon, Techno! You’re almost done! Just up there is the last turn, then the final sprint. You got this!” Tubbo yells at me, Wilbur joining in and yelling with him. I nod at them, and they cheer louder as I swiftly turn the last corner and sprint the best I can.

            Running is difficult when you have an injured ankle— sprinting is a whole new world of pain. As my feet hit the ground harder, my ankle begins to feel as if it’s been impaled by a knife. I hear Quackity gaining on me, and I run harder. First is the only tolerable place to be in…

            Once I leap onto the finish line, I notice I jumped onto my left foot. I collapse and let out a cry of pain as I hear another pop. Many people surround me as tears flow down my face until I hear my dad’s voice:

            “Move! That’s my son, you dimwit!” Phil shoves through the crowd of people and kneels down next to me, “what hurts?”

            I grasp my left ankle tightly, sucking in a short breath of air at the touch. He and I look down at my ankle and I now notice there’s bad bruising around the outer bone of my ankle. Phil’s eyes widen at the state of my ankle and turns his body around. 

            “We need ice! There’s a broken ankle over here!” He yells, his voice louder than I’ve ever heard. Moments later, the crowd disappears mostly and a teenage boy hands Phil a large bag of ice. Phil thanks the boy and takes the ice from his hand. He then takes off his dark blue cardigan and wraps it around the ice before placing it on my ankle. I suck in a hiss of pain. “Sorry, mate, but you need to have ice on it to reduce the swelling.” Phil says, trying to reassure me. I just nod and clench my teeth tightly.

            About an hour later, I’m sitting on a hospital bed and a doctor is checking my ankle. He holds is gingerly and moves it up and down, side to side. I hiss with pain again and he stops.

            “It’s fractured, that’s for sure.” The doctor stands and takes his clipboard, writing something down on it. “He’ll need to be in a support cast and might need to go into surgery. He definitely needs an X-Ray.

            [okay we ending it there because im really lazy and I need to finish my other one because the Phil POV thing is a teensy bit important to the Secret Fluff plot?? You’ll probably see both of these by the time you sign back on haha]

IM CRYING AT THE WAY TECHNO ATE THE BANANA 😭😭

i very audibly slapped my hand over my mouth when he stepped in the pothole, and let out a "nooo!!" when he broke his ankle.. thats how you know its good and amazing..

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