#TWENTY FOURTEEN????

[re-decorate]

this is the most nonchalant way to drop the most insane news ever of course tyler would do it like this

#twenty one pilots #txt #BRO WHAT DO YOU MEAN WERE GETTING FOURTEEN (14) MUSIC VIDEOS #WHAT DO YOU MEANNNN #ALSO WTF THERES TWO VERSIONS OF ONE IF THE SONFS HUH #AUGH

[swan2swan]

This line is one of my Absolute Favorites from this show, because it really digs right into the new world that the kids are in:

They're not kids anymore.

There's a furious man threatening harm to Bumpy and her friends, and Sammy puts herself square in the middle of the argument, turns on the charm and promises that she'll make it up to him...and when he doesn't acquiesce, she immediately turns Stern. She bluntly tells him to go home. As an adult talking to another adult.

She has her own property. Her own life. Her own world. She has authority now. The days where they're kids hiding from robots or businessmen or sneaking away from big game hunters and mercenaries are over. Sammy has land, she has responsibilities, and she's not backing down from them. Sammy Gutierrez is an adult woman, and she's going to act like one.

#she is twenty-one years old #not super-old or experienced but also she watched like five men die when she was fourteen and fifteen #pretty much killed one of them herself #she's had guns pointed at her #and had her liver mellted #sammy gutierrez #she's been blackmailed and threatened and hunted and captured #she was in a helicopter crash #and a car crash #two car crashes actually #hasn't had her third yet as far as I know #could be her fourth or fifth #she's at least a decade younger than carl but she's seen more than him #and she's ready for this #and I love it when heroes who go through too much get to flex on those who haven't #jurassic world: chaos theory #chaos theory #jwct

[fortunatelythevoid]

#dimension 20 #dimension twenty #d20 #neverafter #ylfa snorgelsson #red riding hood #it’s a copy of a copy #I’m still learning to art #she looks too old for fourteen #but I like that wolf hand

[vienna-salvatori]

It's been 10 years since 1x07- The Hub first broadcast (Nov 12 2013)

So, in honour of an episode that's been playing on repeat in my head for a decade...

Here's my theory on what's actually going on with Victoria Hand, and why she's actually a paranoid-but-clever strategist, not as petty and incompetent as she comes across as.

Ah, series 1. Those were the days. The HYDRA reveal hadn't happened yet. Everyone was happy! They trusted each other, mostly! Sure, Skye's allegiances were questionable, but they got over that eventually. May might've had that whole "secret line to Fury" thing, but they sorted that too. Coulson might've had his head messed with, but it's not like that caused serious problems with his judgement until series 2.

... that we know of.

Here's a couple facts: 1) The team are running worldwide missions. Despite this, in one season, they end up passing through The Hub on three separate occasions (The Hub, The Magical Place (I think), and Turn, Turn, Turn/the finale arc.) It's clearly a bit of a, well, hub, for SHIELD activity, and sees a lot of people coming in and out. 2) It's unclear exactly how long Hand has been in charge of the Hub, but we know from s7 that she's been in SHIELD a while. There's nothing in series 1 to suggest that her command of The Hub is a recent promotion. Coulson, meanwhile, was recruited by Fury just out of high school. He's been in the field for decades by this point.

and-

3) When Coulson first meets Victoria Hand in 1x07, he claims to know her only by reputation.

Yeah, no.

I think it's highly unlikely that he's never crossed paths with Victoria Hand before. They might not know each other well- I, personally, think it's best if they do, but YMMV- but I cannot envision a scenario where the two haven't run operations together before.

My assumption, then: they did know each other. Coulson's had his head messed with, though, and he's forgotten all about it.

From Hand's perspective: that dude she really doesn't like has just shown up. He was supposed to be dead, but whatever, they work for SHIELD, shit happens sometimes. That said, he's got the strangest team she's ever seen- Melinda May back in the field, two sci-tech kids who didn't even pass their field exams, John Garrett's antisocial protege, and an enemy agent. (We, the audience, know that Skye is clear, but Hand has no reason to think anything but the worst of her.) He's also pretending that this is the first time they've ever met, for some reason.

... Maybe it's a weird prank.

She decides not to engage with it, because she has a lot of very important work to do and she doesn't really want to deal with any of That Bullshit. Except, Coulson's acting really differently to how he did before- I don't think it's very controversial to say that pre-Avengers Coulson and AoS!Coulson are two very different people. Melinda May- who she knows is one of his closest friends- is... not calling it out, for some reason. Also, he does have a history of recruiting wildcard agents, but usually he follows protocol once they're in. This random kid he found in a van is just wandering around poking her head into things, and Coulson isn't stopping her even though that is against the system. Hand might not like Coulson, but she knows that he does his paperwork and follows the rules. He'll bend them completely out of shape, but he won't break them outright without very good reason. Or at least, he used to do that.

The whole situation is alarming on so many levels. So... she decides to test him- the stupidest, most obvious test that Phil Coulson- who has always been pedantic about the safety of his people- will catch instantly.

She'll "forget" to file the extraction plan.

He'll spot it, of course. He'll spot it instantly, and she'll roll her eyes and file the paperwork she's already filled out. She'll say that this is why they have procedures and it's important to follow them, not just turn up in someone's airspace with a team that makes no sense and ignore all rules and protocol.

Except, Phil Coulson does not notice. It takes his team members breaking protocol in front of of all of them for him to spot a problem in the mission paperwork she physically placed into his hands.

And that? That is not Phil Coulson. She might not like Phil Coulson, but she does know him, and he always looks out for his agents. That's not Coulson, and May is playing along with the imposter for some reason, even when she knows him even better than Hand does.

In the end, she just lets it all play out, because this is so far off what she expected she honestly wants to know how far it reaches.

If she tries to chase up Coulson's file afterwards, she'll hit the (canonically very weird) firewalls and restrictions around TAHITI protocol. If she tries to report the oddities to Fury or Hill, they'll brush her off- again, TAHITI protocol. There's something wrong with that dude and no one in her agency is taking her seriously.

So. Once the HYDRA reveal happens, and she starts looking for moles? Well, there's one really obvious place where standard SHIELD protocol is failing. The issue stretches to some pretty high levels, too- this isn't just baby-agent incompetence. That probably means Coulson's HYDRA. May must be too, if she's covering for him. Skye is, still, basically an enemy agent, Hand won't lose sleep over her. I have... thoughts... about the fact that Hand outright tries to shoot John Garrett out of the sky despite, or because of, their working history, but she's definitely suspicious of him, too. Ward is his agent and likely to follow his lead- when the Twist happens, Ward plays up how betrayed he is, and Hand buys it without question, which makes me think she did know they were pretty close. Simmons is already in the Hub, she can clear her separately.

Really, the only actual loss if she was to take that plane down would be Fitz.

Hand brings down the plane because she has legitimate reason to believe Coulson is an enemy agent, and so is the rest of his team. When she sends her people to storm the BUS, she wants Coulson alive, because he's probably the highest-ranking HYDRA member she can actually get her hands on. She wants some answers, damnit. The rest are acceptable losses if it comes to that.

#AoS #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #1x07 #aos 1x07 #1x07 the hub #Victoria Hand #Phil Coulson #SHIELD #HYDRA #vic has been my blorbo for like a decade now. that's insane to think about #I have entire AUs in my head to explain why she is the way she is #none of them are ever getting written but I like thinking about them #she's just. she's such a good character to rotate!!! #fourteen year old me had such a crush on her #twenty four year old me still has such a crush on her. #she's just so fun #she's a character on the side of the good guys who is only tenuously a 'good guy' herself and it makes her so delightful

[13-the-lucky-unlucky]

Mission Name: Get Everyone To Chill!

Seventeen was, for the first time ever in his life, bored.

If he was being completely honest, he hasn't been alive all that long. Even so, he's been spending nearly every conscious moment of his life in the art gallery anyways, it's not like he did much else..

Except agent work-

But he liked forgetting about agent work, and preferred his nights go uninterrupted by night terrors.

That still did not change the fact that he had nothing to do.

He had already swept ten times over and done his due diligence replacing the artworks again.

The artist stared up at the ceiling in confusion.

He never got bored, he always had an idea for a painting, or a sculpture, or busy with agent work, or being dragged into some crazy idea Sixteen or Eighteen had.

Or at least spending the day with Nineteen..

But today none of that was happening, none of the other teens had come over, there was no agent work due, and Nineteen had gone shopping..

Not even prime club had something going on.

And there was always something going on with prime club!

(I mean it has Three, Thirteen, Twenty-nine, and Five in it, there's definitely drama almost every day, you can't convince me otherwise.)

The artist was currently watering his now blossoming marigolds, Sixteen was a great gardener, and had lent him some of her plants when he had expressed his love for her garden by painting it. He was grateful for the gift and Nineteen had a field day coming up with names for each and every single one of them.

Seventeen sighed when he planted the last seed, "There. All done! How's your end, Nineteen?"

"Almost halfway there!"

"What? We started hours ago-"

He was cut off by Nineteen mumbling something.

"Huh?"

Turning fully to face the one-off, he was taken aback by her pressing kisses to every seed before sticking it in the ground, but not before whispering something.

"...and you're Junior, and you're Ronald, and you're Mia, and you're Susan, and you're Sam, and you're Iris, and you're Edward-"

"Nineteen?"

She stopped, "Hm?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm planting." She stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I know, but what are you doing with the seeds?"

"I'm naming them." Nineteen blinked.

"Naming them? All of them?" Seventeen dropped his tiller, "But that's a lot of seeds.."

"Yeah, it is. And I've still got a lot more to get through. What did you name the others?"

The artist rubbed his head, "I...didn't?"

"What?! Why not?" Nineteen's sunhat fell off her head with how fast she stood.

"...I'm not very good at names?" He shrugged.

"Then I'll name them! You finish my side and I'll go through your side, okay?"

"But Nineteen-"

"Ooh, this is a pretty seed, what should your name be?" She held it out to him, "Got any ideas?"

He blinked at the object a few times, before hopefully offering, "...Seed?"

Nineteen looked like she was ready to cry, "What? No, you can't name it Seed!"

"Why not?" He frowned, "That's what it is."

"You can't name everything after what they are!"

"But..that's what names are for. So you know what something is!" Seventeen pulled out his paintbrush, "If I asked someone to fetch my paintbrush everyone knows what I'm talking about. But if I name it something else and ask the same question, they won't know."

Nineteen sighed, "I never thought I'd have to teach an artist how to be creative."

"What do you mean?"

She chuckled, replanting the seed. She softly took the brush from him, bringing out her pencil, "Names are more than just labels, Seventeen."

"Isn't that the point of a name?" He asked, perplexed.

"No. Sometimes a name gives one thing more meaning than others of that same thing." She pointed to him, "It's more personalized, if I asked someone to go and help me find the artist, they won't know who. But if I asked for help finding Seventeen, they know who."

He fumbled with his words for a bit, "Well.. Then only certain things must be named, but why should-"

"Because you can personalize your plants! It's easier to talk to them with a name."

"I..suppose. But why would I be talking to them?"

"Who knows, but at least you'll have something to call them!"

"...Hm."

"It does make sense now, right?"

Seventeen hummed once more, taking his paintbrush back, "I guess."

Ah, that was a fun day..

He continued humming Ten's song, honestly, he quite liked the soft melody, it was similar to his own, "There you are Goldilocks.. That should be enough for now.."

He carefully watched the water dribble down the stem and seep into the soil below, it pleased him that his compost collection was working perfectly.

He may not be very strong or particularly skilled in something that actually matters, but he was definitely very big on recycling. He'd once had a run in with Rexie, Sixteen's dinosaur, having an issue with his stomach, after finding out the poor dino had consumed an insane amount of trash, he couldn't stand seeing plastic bottles or anything else that had a place anywhere but a recycling bin.

"That, and it just ruins the natural beauty of the planet.." He sighed, "I do hope Numberland can avoid being so cluttered."

It wasn't really anyone's fault, though.

Things randomly showed up on Numberland, it just happened, and it was nice to learn about something new, but the fact that some of it was falling from space was a more than a little concerning.

"I do wonder how a tennis racket got up there, though."

He really should go do something, he's starting to talk to nobody..

The front door opened, the small bell ringing as to get his attention.

His fear spiked, but he swiftly calmed down.

It's not Nineteen, she would've let me know, so it's someone else.

Interested that somebody had ventured their way to the art gallery, he finished watering the last of the plants and hurried to the shed.

"Hello? Who is it?" He placed the watering can back on the shelf and walked into the main gallery.

His immediately relief when he caught a glimpse of apricot and a purple hat.

"Oh, Twenty! How are you?"

Twenty didn't respond at first, he was admiring...something in the corner.

"Ah, Seventeen! Here you are!" Twenty beamed, "I was just about to look for you, friend!"

Seventeen was about to answer with nearly as much enthusiasm, but unfortunately looked down at where Twenty was watching, and froze at the sight of a spider scurry up the wall corner, "Um..y-yes..Right."

"So I came to fetch you because-"

There's a spider-

"Um, Twenty?"

"Yes? Is there something wrong?" Twenty seemed puzzled, as if he hadn't just released one of Seventeen's top ten fears into his home.

He gestured to the arachnid, "Uh, why is that there?"

"Oh, that's just Carl, I brought him here with me." Twenty nodded.

So it has a name..? Does he just not know how to name things, because spiders don't deserve names- Who would need to name it?

"You....you brought a spider into the art gallery?"

"Yes?" Twenty raised an eyebrow, he reached a hand out, seemingly ready to steady the artist should he fall, "Are you alright? Something wrong?"

Seventeen gestured to the spider now higher near the ceiling, where it could disappear into the cracks and never to be seen again until it was too late-, "Yes, you cannot bring spiders into the art gallery! They're going to scare everyone!"

"I only brought one.."

"For now, do you know how many minispiders it can make?!"

"..No?"

"Like- thousands!" Seventeen's hand reached out to the side for a broom that wasn't there.

"Oh, interesting."

"No, not interesting. Terrifying. Now please take it out.."

"But-"

"Besides, there's nothing here for it to eat, it'll starve." Seventeen pleaded, "Please take it back out."

Twenty sighed, "If you say so."

He stood tall and plucked the spider off of the wall, "Do you want to hold him?"

That was an absolute no, and he needed a different subject, now.

"No thank you, but what did you need?"

Twenty brightened up, eagerly tapping his cane against the ground, "I'm gathering everyone together! I have a fun thing for us to do!"

That got his attention, "Oh, really?!"

Twenty nodded enthusiastically, it was a wonder how his hat didn't fall off, "Indeed. You're gonna love it!"

"What is it?"

Twenty chuckled, waving his hand, "I can't let you know, It's a surprise! I haven't gotten everyone yet, and I don't want to keep repeating myself."

That was fair, Seventeen surmised, Twenty was all for efficiency. If it didn't make sense to do it, he wouldn't give it a second thought, he relied on this method for many situations, and it's often gotten him out unharmed.

"SEVENTEEN!"

Seventeen let out a slight huff when Sixteen practically glomped him, "Hello Sixteen!"

"Did Twenty tell 'ya what we're doing yet?"

"No, not yet."He shook his head.

"Aw man, I was hopin' he'd tell you." She pouted.

Twenty chuckled, "Not yet, my friends! It won't be a surprise if I tell you!"

Sixteen groaned, "Why does EVERYONE say that..?"

"Because it's true!" Twenty laughed, "Alright, let's go find Eighteen and Nineteen!"

Seventeen pointed to the doors, "Nineteen went shopping a while ago..she should've been home by now.."

Sixteen hummed, "Well, do we wait for her? 'Cuz I've got loads a' things for us to do while we wait!"

She brought out a rather impressive assortment of board games and other toys, tossing them to the floor of the art gallery, Twenty stepped back, mildly impressed, "I had no idea you carried so many things with you, Sixteen."

Sixteen snorted, "The more the merrier! Six let me have this one- Roly-poly, I think.."

"Monopoly?"

"Yeah! That's what she said! N' Thirty-six let me have Clue. Then I have these spare airhorns just in case!"

"In case what?"

"In case I need more airhorns! Duh!" She laughed, honking them, "Can't have too much noise!"

Seventeen, who already thought it was too much noise, winced, "I do hope she's alright.."

"Oh?" Twenty looked back at the doors, "Nineteen?"

"Last time she went to the store she ran into Octonaughty-"

"And escaped?"

"Well..yeah, but-"

"Then she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself. I'm sure she just took a detour of some kind. She'll join us again very soon, my friend, I'm certain!" Twenty placed his hand on his shoulder, giving an affirming nod, "We could go looking for her and meet her halfway!"

Sixteen, who was already setting out the Monopoly pieces, cheered, "Great! I'll get to putting these back! You guys go 'n get her, I'll catch up!"

"Are you sure?" Twenty blinked, a small frown playing on his lips, "I would hate to leave you behind."

"I'm fine! I gotta clean up anyways! Seventeen likes this place neat, and I don't wanna ruin his hard work."

Seventeen sighed, "I can clean up, Sixteen. It's alright."

Sixteen managed to shove everything back into it's place, "Well you guys oughta wait for me now! I'm almost done!"

Twenty nodded, "Do hurry."

As soon as silence began to flood back into the room, it was abruptly interrupted by the sound of Nineteen slamming open the door, completely out of breath.

"Nineteen! There you are! I was beginning to get worried-"

Nineteen let out what sounded like a strangled gasp, bringing Seventeen in for a hug, almost squishing the poor artist.

"You're safe.."

Seventeen held her at arms length, "I'm safe?? You're safe! You were taking so long!"

"Yeah, but at least you didn't come home to the door just left open! I thought someone broke in!"

He blinked, "It was?"

"Uh..yes!" Nineteen let go of him, still holding his left hand, "How did you not notice?"

"I..didn't check?" Seventeen glanced at the other two numbers in the room.

Sixteen chuckled, "That was me, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

The one-off sighed, "No...No, it's fine. I'm just glad you're okay. I've got the groceries outside, I'll bring them in."

"I'll get them, I have square power!" Sixteen jumped up, "I'm done cleaning, I can go put up the groceries then we can go!"

"Go?" Nineteen glanced at Twenty, "Where are you taking us this time?"

Twenty, mildly surprised, held a hand to his chest, fidgeting with his bow-tie, "Ah? How did you know I'd suggested that?"

"Seventeen doesn't get out unless I make him, Sixteen would've been gone already, I just got here and I haven't even suggested leaving again. So that left you, Twinkle Toes." She laughed.

"..Hm, rather logical." The tango choreographer glanced to the side, "I didn't know you were that quick with your mind."

"Are you calling me slow?" Nineteen uncrossed her arms, unsure if she should be offended.

"No, not at all!" Twenty waved his arms.

Nineteen laughed, "I'm just messing with you. So we're on our way to Eighteen's, then?"

"Right again." He tapped his cane on the ground, "As soon as Sixteen comes back we'll depart."

"So...what's the surprise?"

Twenty blinked, "I'm not even going to ask how you knew it was a surprise-.. I can't tell you!"

"Figured." She elbowed Seventeen, "Hey, can you help Sixteen find out where everything goes?"

"Will-do!" He bolted to the front door, helping Sixteen find her way to the upstairs area, "I'll show you where to put everything."

"Sure thing!"

Nineteen turned to Twenty, "Can I guess what it is?"

"Maybe." He grinned.

"Is it..another rescue mission?"

"No rescuing teddy bears from evil museum dungeons this time."

"...Hm, are we...dancing?"

"That's almost a better idea.." He stared at the ceiling, "I still have yet to show Carl how to dance."

"Carl?"

"The spider." Twenty held out his hand, the small critter balancing on his array display.

"EXCUSE ME- WHY DID YOU BRING A SPIDER INTO-"

"Do not worry, Nineteen. I'm not leaving him here."

"Why is he IN here?!"

"Are you and Seventeen both scared of spiders?"

"N-no! It's just- Why would you bring one in here?"

"Because he's my friend." Twenty blinked, ever the clueless.

"Please take it out." Nineteen facepalmed.

"...If you say so." Twenty nodded down at the spider, "Meet me at home, the window is open, you can crawl in through there."

He opened the front door and put it on the ground, and as if it didn't even happen, he turned back to Nineteen, grinning widely, "Anymore guesses?"

"Wh-..that's just.. random."

"Well, do you have any more?"

"..Can I have a hint?"

"No."

"...What about..walking?"

"Hm."

"A hike?"

"I guess we would be hiking there.."

"Aha!" Nineteen pumped her fist, "I guessed!"

"Not entirely, we'll be doing more than hiking."

"Just let me have this small victory.."

"Perhaps.."

Sixteen and Seventeen returned down the stairs, having finished their tasks.

"Alright, who's READY TO GET TO EIGHTEEN'S HOUSE?!"

"You, I surmise?"

Sixteen huffed and put her hands on her hips, "Don't act like you're not excited."

"If you say so."

-

Twelve answered the door, "Oh! Hi, thank goodness you're here!"

Twenty glanced sideways at Nineteen, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!...I hope." Twelve sighed, opening the door wider, "Come in."

Shrugging at each other, the group entered and found a seat in the livingroom.

"You're here for Eighteen, right?" Twelve had her hands clasped together.

"Yes?" Nineteen hesitantly replied, "Is he alright?"

"I'm sure he's fine.." Twelve looked around, "But he hasn't been himself lately, and locked himself in his room."

"Why didn't you say so?!" Sixteen jumped from the floor, "I can have him out faster than you can say 'Squares'!"

(Why did my mind go 'buncha munchy crunchy carrots' lol)

"No! No! He's not locked in! He locked it himself. He wants to be in there."

"Oh, then what's the problem?" She sat back down.

"That is the problem!" Twelve grabbed at the sides of her head, she couldn't find anything to hold onto, though, "Eighteen never stays in his room unless he's upset about something! And I can't get him to say anything as per usual!" Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence.

As Twelve struggled to keep herself from crying, the Teens looked at each other frightfully.

"...Dearie me..it's okay to cry, Twelve.." Seventeen got off the edge of the couch, making his way to the super rectangle, who had a slightly better handle on herself, and slowly touched her arm, "It's natural, and it's good to express yourself. I'm sure we can fix it."

"Why didn't you tell us before?" Nineteen also rose, her eyebrows angled with worry.

"I thought I could get him to talk to me..I don't know why he never tells me- It's like everyone can talk to him better than I can.. And I just want to be a good older sister.." She mumbled, wiping the few tears that did fall, "I did ask Fourteen to help, but Eighteen wouldn't even let him in. I had to force Fourteen to go home, and now I've worried him too.."

"...I'm very sorry. I'm sure he just doesn't want to worry you.." Seventeen stared back at them worriedly, "Can someone try to talk to him? I need to call Fifteen."

Nineteen rubbed Twelve on the back, the other hand taking her arm, "You go call her, I've got Twelve."

He nodded and pulled out his communicator, walking outside.

"Twenty, I'm going to make her some tea," Sixteen got up, "Do you have Eighteen, or do you want to wait?"

Twenty sullenly watched Twelve, "Go ahead, Sixteen. I'll go cheer him up."

She nodded.

Twenty slowly made his way upstairs, noting Eighteen's room was indeed closed.

Peering down at the crack of the door, he saw that it was a lot darker, implying Eighteen had the drapes closed.

"Hm." He knocked on the door briskly, "Eighteen? Are you in there?"

A small shuffle.

He used his cane to knock again, "Eighteen?"

"...what?"

Twenty smiled, "Ah, there you are. Are you feeling alright?"

"...Twenty?...Yeah, I'm fine. Whaddya' want?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to come with us? I have a surprise planned, and I'm sure you'll like it!"

"...'mnot interested.."

Twenty blinked, "You don't even know what it is."

"I'm not interested."

The tango choreographer glared at the crack of the door, truly perplexed as to why Eighteen's drapes were closed, the super rectangle loved sunshine and open spaces almost as much as racing. "Why not?"

"....'m a little tired..okay? Can..can you come back some other time?"

"Unfortunately I cannot accept your request. Twelve is mighty worried, and I am as well."

"She'll be fine.."

"I believe you've underestimated how much she cares for you."

"...'m fine."

"Then please come with us."

"I don't feel like it.."

"It'll be worth it. I promise."

"...leave me alone."

"Not a chance friend." Twenty finally picked the lock on the door, opening it, "Sorry to intrude, Eighteen, but I do have to make sure you're truly unhurt."

Eighteen didn't even move, only turning over in his bed, "M'kay, jus leave everything where it is.."

Twenty glanced at the drapes, opening them, "Eighteen, please. I do need to talk to you."

"You already are..now close those.."

"No." Twenty pulled over a stool, "You need to discuss with me what is bothering you."

Eighteen finally sat up, surprising Twenty.

He looked...tired.

Really tired.

Burnt out tired.

"...Eighteen?"

"What?"

"Have you been getting sleep?"

"No! Because everyone keeps bothering me! I was trying to sleep, but then Twelve started asking what's wrong, then Fourteen, and now you- I'm just really tired.. and...Its as hard to fall asleep as it is.." Eighteen yawned, laying back down, "I'm so tired.."

"...My sincerest apologies.." Twenty fidgeted with his cane.

"T's fine..Tell sis that she's good too.. I'm just... I can't get comfy.. So I don't sleep, but finding a comfy spot is so hard.."

Twenty stared at the bed, "Will you come with us, Eighteen?"

"Really? Are you still on that- I just told you I'm tired.. And I'm getting cranky and stuff. I don't wanna snap at you guys.." Eighteen sighed.

"I promise you'll like it." Twenty nodded, "Please. I want to help you, friend."

The super rectangle blinked a few times, "You...fine."

"Fantastic."

-

Eighteen stumbled down the stairs after Twenty, and Twelve was in a way better mood.

It still didn't stop her from nearly dropping her teacup upon seeing them though.

"Eighteen! I-"

"It's alright, Twelve. 'M fine..just really tired.."

Twenty nodded, "Sleeping here is stressing him out."

"What? Did I do something wrong?" Twelve gasped.

"No, no. It's not you, Twelve. Honest." Nineteen interjected.

Sixteen nodded, "Yeah, sometimes you get really stressed out, and your room isn't comfy enough to sleep in."

"That's when you know you need a vacation." Twenty finished, "So Eighteen is coming with us."

Twelve seemed, less on edge. She looked to her brother, "...Okay..then, have fun. And get lots of sleep."

Eighteen hugged her, "Mhm. Now calm down..You can't be panicking while I'm chill...That's wrong."

Tears welled in her eyes again and she nodded.

"Are you gonna be okay here by yourself?" Nineteen asked.

Before Twelve could answer, the door was flung open and the tweens rushed in, carrying various soft items and... a handful of lavender??

"Twelve! Apologies that it took us so long!" Fifteen started, placing her green tea bags on the coffee table.

"Are you okay, Twelve?!" Eleven almost knocked Nineteen over with how she shoved her aside, pulling Twelve in for a hug much like the one-off did Seventeen earlier, "Tell me you're okay!"

Fourteen threw his skateboard and a heated wooly blanket to the side, joining Eleven in her hug, "I'm so sorry I didn't check on you, dudette!"

"I BROUGHT YOU RELAXATION!" Thirteen tossed the lavender at her, also near tears as he also engaged with the group hug quickly forming, "I'm a terrible friend, I know! But I couldn't think of anything!"

Twelve was still processing the initial entrance, and slowly began to realize that she was surrounded by her friends, and burst into tears.

"Shh. It's alright, Twelve. We're here."

"We'll fight the sadness, don't worry!"

"S'okay dudetee.."

"Was it too much lavender?"

Seventeen slowly walked back in, gasping, "Hah! You got Eighteen?"

Twenty nodded, "He's tired. So he's coming with us by default. Ready, friends?"

"Sure thing!" Sixteen answered, being the only one not watching the Tweens slowly devolve into a cuddle pile.

-

When they finished hiking up the mountain, all of them except Twenty gasped in amazement.

"Surprise friends!" Twenty spread his arms, "I've built us a treehouse!"

If the treehouse already didn't look magnificent, the scenery sure did, the house sat atop steady wooden poles attached to the mountainside, a thick canopy of trees below oozing the smell of evergreen and freshness. A calm mist hung over all of it, as the waterfall nearby made for the perfect background noise.

This would be the best place to relax, if Nineteen had to pick one.

"...You built this?" Seventeen piped up.

"Yes! I wanted to surprise you all, so I couldn't ask for help."

Sixteen squealed, "It's amazing! Can we stay? Pretty please?!"

"Of course, it's a vacation is it not?" Twenty grinned.

Eighteen smiled, "This..this is nice..and quiet.. but not too quiet.. And wide open.."

Nineteen laughed, "Right, go get some sleep, champ. You've earned it!"

The super rectangle yawned, slowly flying up to the treehouse and opening the door, "WOW THIS PLACE HAS EVERYTHING!"

"REALLY?" Sixteen activated her rays to join him, Twenty following them.

"Whelp. They forgot us." The one-off nudged Seventeen.

"Don't worry, I'll make a way up!" Seventeen began to paint some stairs, "This is the perfect spot for ideas! I'll come back out with my sketchbook!"

"Sure thing, buddy." Nineteen opened the door, feeling the warmth of the fire Twenty set, "Oh, it is nice in here.."

Eighteen was already knocked out on one of the nearby couches, snoring peacefully. It was clear he needed this more than all of them combined.

"Wanna play Clue with me, anyone?" Sixteen was already setting out the pieces, regardless of their answers.

Twenty chuckled, "Sure Sixteen, I'll play. What will you be doing, Nineteen?"

"...Hm. I'll read over there."

"Ah, fireplace reading, can't get better than that." Twenty nodded, "I'll be Mr. Green."

"I'll be Madame Rose, then." Sixteen laughed.

Seventeen was already out on the balcony, sketching the waterfall in his own unique inspiration.

Twenty smiled, "Well, I'd say mission accomplished."

#13tlu #numberblocks #twenty numberblocks #fifteen numberblocks #sixteen numberblocks #seventeen numbeblocks #eighteen numberblocks #nineteen numberblocks #thirteen numberblocks #fourteen numberblocks #twelve numberblocks #eleven numberblocks #oneshots

[a-dorin]

ALSO.

i’m gonna say it! the fics i read during my 2014-2016 tøp phase were UNMATCHED.

there’s this one josh fic i’m not going to forget because it was just so well-written & rewired my brain chemistry

#twenty one pilots #tøp #like holy shit #the wattpad era back in the day was INSANE #so many good fics #i was literally fourteen reading josh dun smut #like who did i think i was #i was a bad bitch back then

[hurglewurm]

i watched almost human nine years ago,

#???????????????????????? #i remember i saw on the like. entertainment news #'this show got cancelled' #and i was like. cool. immediately watched all of it #NINE years ago????????? in twenty fourteen??????? #how old am i??????????????????? #alligates says things #i guess i also. watched merlin as it was coming out (think i started when ? s2 or s3 was airing) #unlike a lot of my friends. who watched all of it Recently #anyway man i used to watch shows #shows used to drop an episode a week. miss those days

[dobaara]

GUYS I JUST REALIZED.....

#tomorrow's my birthday..... #how is this possible i was fourteen a week ago and now i'm gonna be twenty

[mossflower]

loki season two has me screaming crying throwing up trying not to get dragged back into the mcu trenches

#i am stronger than this. i am better than this!! #by the trenches i mean consuming fanfiction at an unhealthy rate. fourteen year old me was insane i think i was on ao3 more than i slept #that’s not exaggeration. i was getting four hours of sleep on school nights and frequently went to bed at 5am on weekends #it is ONE good story. one. literally not worth it. i don’t even care about ninety percent of the mcu characters #i will ignore the little voice in my head reminding of the sheer amount of fanfiction. this was my pre-tumblr days #so my fandom interaction was like. youtube and ao3. maybe instagram posts sometimes. it was so much fun like. zero drama zero discourse #i was honestly living my best life. got less interested when i joined tumblr and went full doctor who mode #and after endgame i watched i think wandavision and loki and that was it. just didnt care anymore lol #i know exactly why this is happening tho. currently the thing i am insane about is my own damn project. which i am in the process of writin #for obvious reasons no fandom there. bc it lives in my mind twenty four fucking seven #i do wonder if i’m kind of growing away from fandom anyway? the closest i’ve got since toh ended was homestuck tbh #i want to feel obsessed with something again!! everything i’m into now - tma tlt and the like - i love them #but it doesnt hit like it used to. i don’t know it’s hard to explain #like video essays that i would have loved a few years ago!! the hour long ones about representation and queer media #they just irritate me now! i got halfway through one last week and had to bail i just could not care less #how did 2020 social media have me convinced that x character being gay was super important politically economically socially etc #ofc the answer is that i was a baby lesbian getting even less social interaction than normal #like representation is important obviously but also. sometimes it was not that deep #i don’t know if i’m making sense tbh but you get my drift #morganposting

[genderkoolaid]

"The term kyriarchy was coined by Elisabeth Schussler Fiorenza in her 2001 book, Wisdom Ways: Introducing Feminist Biblical Interpretation. In the glossary, she defines kyriarchy as:

a neologism…derived from the Greek words for “lord” or “master” (kyrios) and “to rule or dominate” (archein) which seeks to redefine the analytic category of patriarchy in terms of multiplicative intersecting structures of domination… Kyriarchy is best theorized as a complex pyramidal system of intersecting multiplicative social structures of superordination and subordination, of ruling and oppression.

In other words, the kyriarchy is the social system that keeps all intersecting oppressions in place.

In the glossary of Wisdom Ways, Schussler Fiorenza points out that “the theoretical adequacy of patriarchy has been challenged because, for instance, black men do not have control over white wo/men.”

This is definitely true.

To extend this example, let’s imagine two people: one is a white, cisgender, heterosexual, able-bodied woman. Another is a black, transgender, pansexual, disabled man. According to the theory of patriarchy, the woman would be oppressed and the man would be privileged.

Sure – the woman will experience oppression as a woman, and the man might experience forms of male privilege. But it’s a whole lot more complicated than that.

In this situation, the man would not have control (or economic, social, and political privilege) over the woman. To merely call the man dominant and the woman oppressed without taking any other factors into account would be to erase all the other aspects of their identities.

This is not to say that male privilege can be totally erased because of certain factors. Rather, it means that the way someone experiences male privilege is dynamic and dependent on other identities."

#points at this and screams forever #m. #this article was made in TWENTY FOURTEEN and we are still arguing over this shit

[jupiterlandings]

So (Disney’s) Snow White left an abusive household after finding out her only relative wanted to murder her, suffered a full mental breakdown ALONE in THE WILDERNESS, cleaned up a stranger’s home because she believed it belonged to orphaned children & knew how hard it was to be without a mother, talked her way into a new family & made a new life for herself AND YET PEOPLE ARE STILL OUT THERE CRAPPING ON MY SWEET GIRL BECAUSE HER VOICE IS A LITTLE SQUEAKY & SHE DAYDREAMED ABOUT HER CRUSH (who was possibly the only person to show her genuine kindness in YEARS before she met the dwarves)?? Some of y’all need to take a moment to dwell on the beauty & truth of the fact that some of our oldest stories were once so beloved because they were about survivors who broke free of their past with kindness & grace & the fact Snow specifically did so while fitting into a traditional homemaker role (she carved out for herself!) & longing for romance does not mean she is not strong or that her story is too dated to share with the next generation for fear it will corrupt their young minds. If we as storytellers only portray one kind of borderline-cynical strength in children’s stories for fear of sentimentality being seen as old fashioned it eventually it will lead to the next generation mistaking their own quiet strengths for weaknesses the same way the ones before them have.

#ramblings #rants #disney #I have a lot of thoughts about this #I looked down on snow as a kid bc my siblings did so we never much watched the movie like we would the newer ones #but once I saw it as an older teen I was honestly struck by how shallow I’d been #also NO THE PRINCE IS NOT TWENTY YEARS OLDER THAN HER that bs came from a buzzfeed article #he’s at the MOST four years her elder and she isn’t fourteen either #disney has also established through comics dating back decades they met more than once #also yes I’ll go out on a limb and say the kiss was consensual in that version as she was very much in love with him #and would have 100% been down to be brought back to life or at LEAST kissed goodbye by the boy who loved her

[smeg-and-the-red]

I watched The Promised Land yesterday which means that, for the first time since I started watching it 9 years ago, I have caught up on the entirety of Red Dwarf.

#i was fourteen when i first watched #i'm twenty-three now #it took so long for me to watch that they released three more series in the meantime #i just enjoyed rewatching series i-viii so much i never moved beyond them until this year #red dwarf

[bowtiepastabitch]

Sometimes I think I'm becoming more normal

And then my Spotify recs are "Trending album: I Gave You My Bullets You Gave Me Your Love" (sir I promise you it is not) and "Listen Again: No Nightingales" and "Your playlist: Sapphic Yearning ft Hozier"

#My music taste is a curse to all #my chemical romance #no nightingales #good omens #I am twenty years old but my spotify probably thinks I'm fourteen #cause I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare

[nettlestingsoup]

hi morgan! 6, 16 and 17 for the fanfic asks? <3

hi honey! thank you for these!

6: not fic, but i read a death note spin-off novel (i saw the musical and got catapulted back into my 2015 death note phase) called 'the los angeles bb murder cases' and the way one of the characters behaves in that had me kicking my feet and giggling. he's bizarre and i'm whipped.

16: my wip with the highest word count is of course my beloved lichtenberg, coming in at almost 70k and open on my computer right now! i think you know a fair bit about it, but for those that don't, it's a seungbin fic that starts out as will-they-won't-they coworker flirting and evolves into a supernatural horror romance involving secrets, lightning, and the mortifying ideal of being known. i love it. it's my weird child. it has a moodboard and a playlist and i'm so excited to post it hopefully by the end of the year.

17: a short (ha!) 2min spinoff to songs from within birdcages is spinning in my head! i adore android minho and his relationship with seungmin, and i kind of want to explore it a little more and write about how they fell for one another. i have a lot of projects though and it will take some planning to make it match the original timeline, so considerable thought is needed there.

thank you again for the ask! these were really fun <3

#on chapter fourteen out of twenty of lichtenberg edits #that may become twenty-one #there's a real fat chapter nineteen that might get split #we'll see #asks #oh-my-chocolate #ao3 author #stray kids fic

[letsgetmessi]

Day 4 (fav song from 4)- Schoolin’ Life.

From bey.park on instagram

#AT FOURTEEN THEY ASK WHAT I WANNA BE I SAID BABY TWENTY ONE SO I GET ME A DRINK #beyoncé #cowboy carter countdown

[some-pers0n]

I have GOT to get more publically mentally ill about TF2

#I only dedicate fourteen of my daily twenty one thoughts to this game #I also need to clearly show how diseased I am by not only making long essays about the main mercs #but also the random side comic characters who don't mean anything #You can't even begin to understand the hold these 1800s bastards have had over me #sp-rambles