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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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ok so

hey y’all. how ya doin.

i am currently in the process of working on lots of things!

slight problem, for those who don’t know, i also have a broken wrist. so it currently hurts to do,,,, everything i usually do, considering it’s my drawing hand.

so! please forgive me if it takes Absolute Ages to get any new stuff out, i promise i am. doing my best. that best is just severely hindered right now. i will gladly answer asks about aus and art and ideas and stuff in the meantime tho

love y’all

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dead-blogwalking · 2 years

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Six the musical songs explained by other musical (and pop) songs

Ex wives- Cell block tango but make it ✨tudor✨

No way- Burn (esp the tell me what you've think I've done wrong part) + I am telling you I'm not going from Dreamgirls (bc no way chorus) + Good for you from DEH vibes

Don't lose ur head- Girlfriend by Avril Lavinge minus the head

Wearing yellow to a funeral- I prayed for the death of Heather Chandler many times and I felt bad everytime I did it but I kept doing it anyway. Now I know you understood everything. Praise Jesus, Hallelujah energy

Heart of stone- Set fire to the rain by Adele + I say no from heathers (bc toxic relationships lol)

Haus of Holbein- Beautiful from Heathers (that one part tho)

Get Down- What's wrong with me but the opposite

All you wanna do- Say no to this + Reynolds pamphlet (based on events) with beheading and Sexy (also screams the me inside of me, and dead girl walking, but with ✨consent✨ from heathers) is also basically heather duke in big fun (ik this is long but idc gives off Teacher's Pet by Melanie Martinez energy)

I don't need your love- Who lives who dies who tells your story but make it a pop song (girl on fire, survivor etc)

Six- Ugly Heart x Seventeen reprise x Break this down from Descendants (literally any happy finale song)

#six the musical memes #six the musical #heathers the musical #heathers #hamilton musical

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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RACE FOR THE 4 HC THING

jac my beloved you have made a DREADFUL mistake i’m so mean to race

tw for headcanon c !!!!

vague mentions of death, murder, violence, alcoholism and loss :))))

headcanon a: realistic

race is an insomniac. he can’t sleep. this is borderline canon “them fire sirens kept me awake all night” but. i think he is the person that regardless of era will be found by jack or albert sitting on the fire escape at 4am cause he couldn’t sleep. oh also he’s in love with albert but that feels a bit obvious coming from me ngl

headcanon b: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

he gets into a lot of fights just because he has a very loud mouth and it makes people angry, but the unrealistic part is that he WINS a lot of fights he didn’t even start. is his technique good? no. but doesn’t he get hit as much as he hits? no !!! and that’s all that matters !!!!

headcanon c: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

this is literally just the canon backstory for half my race stories ngl. he grew up with an alcoholic abusive father, an absent but loving mother, and a little sister he ADORED. when he was 8 or 9, his dad unalived his mom and sister while he was at school and hurt him when he got home before he ran away, and his dad was arrested. he was in foster care for a year or so before he ended up with medda and charlie, and jack got there about 2 years after that <3

headcanon d: unrealistic, but i will disregard canon about it because i reject canon reality and substitute my own

i mean literally 90% of my hcs pls point me towards anything canon era i’ve ever expanded on. he’s a youtuber. him and albert actually get married. he’s a math genius. he’s got a shit ton of dumb patchwork tattoos, not to mention his fair share of stick n pokes. he’s deeply affected by music but hates his singing voice so he started dancing instead. has the entirety of the hsm franchise memorized. he can’t drive for shit. i could go on but i feel like i’ve made my point.

THANK YOU I MISSED LIL HC LISTS LIKE THAT ILYSM JAC MWAH

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moth-based-cryptology · 3 years

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The Butterfly Effect // (Ralbert)

A/N: okayyyy,,,, so i was thinking very hard about ralbert meet cutes when i found someone singing an original on tiktok (find here) now also streaming on spotify (find here) and i’ve been unable to stop thinking about it,,, so. here is the first Actual Fic i’m posting on here and i’m Very Nervous so be kind pls <3

read on ao3 here

Race was idly walking the streets of Manhattan, beanie slung on his head as he danced through the people crowding the sidewalks, even at 6:30 in the morning. His movements were a carefully calculated combination of lithe ducks and swerves around desperate office workers clearly running late and his keen ability to hold his coffee cup just out of reach of the overzealous hand of a woman talking on the phone.

He took a sip, letting the warmth sink into his chilled bones. It was the middle of March and the weather was just starting to heat up, but mornings were still brutal this time of year.

It was early enough the streets weren’t totally jammed with taxis yet, so he considered chancing the five-step sprint across to the other side without the half-assed assurance that was the walking man light in a busy city. His foot was hovering off the curb when a beautiful, orange monarch butterfly swooped past his face, startling him back onto the curb and bumping him directly into someone.

The impact of his own body into something solid knocked his hold on his coffee loose, and it tumbled out of his hand into the street.

“Hey, man, I’m really sorry-“ the person started, and Race spun around to face them, face apologetic. He froze momentarily at the face in front of him, the first thing he saw a freckle-dusted nose before his eyes made the correction upward to the hazel eyes half hidden by a messy pile of red curls.

“No- No, it was my fault. Bug or something startled me, I got in your way.” His voice was all over the place, the handsome stranger catching him off guard. He trailed his eyes down their form subtly, taking them in. He had to suppress a smile when he glimpsed the bi pride pin on their denim jacket next to a he/they pronoun pin.

They were trying to do the same, trying to gauge the situation. Race’s smile got significantly harder to hide when he half smirked at his own pride merchandise, he/him and rainbow bracelets stacked neatly next to each other on his right wrist.

“I- Uh- I still feel pretty bad,” it was clear he was getting at something by the way they brought their hand up to rub the back of their neck. “How about this; You give me your name and number, and I’ll buy you a brand new coffee. Deal?”

Race’s smile broadened, lighting up his entire face. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I can live with that.”

At that, he was rewarded with a crooked troublemaker smile that made his heart stutter in his chest before he held his hand out.

“Antonio Higgins, at your service. Or just Race, everyone calls me that anyway.” The handsome stranger took his hand in theirs, shaking slightly with an echo of that same crooked smile lingering on his lips.

“Nice to meet you, just Race. I’m Albert DaSilva. I believe I owe you a coffee.”

“And I believe I owe you a number. So let’s find a café with coffee and pens and napkins, yeah?” With that, Race tugged on handsome Albert’s hand, and set off down the street toward Jacobi’s.

After nearly an hour of sitting and chatting in the homey café, handsome and funny and charming Albert had to go in order to avoid being late to his 9:30 lecture. But they made sure to promise Race he would text him as soon as they got a chance before walking off down the street, ducking his head to hide the cheesy smile they were sporting.

They made good on their promise four hours later, when he got a notification from an unknown number that quickly identified themself as Albert. The conversation flowed just as smoothly over text as it had in person over the course of the hour the two of them spent talking, and Race felt a sort of buzzy, warm excitement rattling around in his chest, like the butterfly from earlier was battering his ribcage rather than his stomach.

Three days later, the feeling still hadn’t gone away. He was pacing back and forth in his bedroom as they talked, biting his thumb and randomly jumping around to try and get rid of the excess energy. Eventually he couldn’t hold the urge back anymore and bit the bullet, asking Albert if they wanted to hang out soon, see a movie or something.

He had to physically set his phone down and go get a glass of water from the kitchen of his and Jack’s apartment to calm down enough to coherently respond to them after the message confirming that, yes, Albert did want to ‘hang out’ came through. After they had complained about Race ‘stealing their thunder’, of course.

They also waived the movie idea for a later date, considering the serious lack of marvel movies in theaters. He offered up mini golf, which Race excitedly jumped at, but he was also fairly certain he would’ve jumped at any idea they offered up if it meant he got to see Albert again.

Mini golf had turned into getting ice cream, - Race’s idea, he couldn’t get enough of Albert’s laugh - which turned into the redhead walking him home.

He’d spent the entire evening finding less than subtle ways to flirt, brushing hands and cheesy pick up lines and offhand sarcastic that Albert could quip back at with sharp ease. They seemed to get tired of dancing around it by the walk home, though, and caught Race’s hand to interlace their fingers without even pausing conversation. He just smiled and squeezed their hand, retort to their comment coming quickly, and they simply beamed in response.

It was nearly midnight by the time the pair reached Race’s apartment. His brow pinched tightly in concern, finally releasing Albert’s hand as he turned back to look at him.

“You sure you’ll make it home ok?” They were stood quite close, enough Race had to tilt his head back slightly to look at them. He reached out a hand to smooth Albert’s collar lightly, if just for the sake of looking away from his face.

“I’ll be fine, Racer. It’s barely three blocks, and I’ve made further walks much later than this just fine.” Their smile was slight, a crooked turn to the corners of his mouth. “I had fun, y’know.”

Race’s eyes flicked back up to his face, seeing the earnest eyes that had little flecks of green and gold before drifting down to Albert’s mouth. His eyes jumped back up to theirs a few seconds later, taking in a shaky breath to respond.

“Yeah, I- I did, too.” He breathed, trying not to rupture the bubble around the moment the two were having.

Neither of them know who leaned in first, but Race now knows his lips are slightly chapped and currently taste of the strawberry ice cream they’d let him steal bites off of. One of Albert’s hands came up to cup his cheek lightly while Race rumpled the previously smoothed collar.

They pulled back after a moment, both of their eyes opening to look at the other, slow, matching smiles blooming on their faces. Albert’s thumb ran lightly over Race’s cheekbone before he chuckled slightly and stepped back.

Race caught his hand easily, pulling him back to kiss his cheek before he went. He smiled before letting Albert step away, calling after him easily. “Text me when you get home!”

Once Race had gotten inside he leaned back against the front door, closing his eyes and grinning wildly. Despite the late hour, his reveling was interrupted by Jack Kelly’s loud voice as he leaned against the wall next to his bedroom.

“So? How’d it go with Red?” Jack asked, unable to see his expression in the dark little hallway by their door. Race walked forward, excited eyes, flushed face and blinding grin telling him nearly the whole story with one glance.

“Oh boy. He’s got you whipped, doesn’t he?” All of Race’s brain power was being used to catalog the events from tonight, so rather than the acid dripped retort about David that Jack would usually get, all he got was an enthusiastic nod.

“So, so whipped. He’s so funny, and so cute, and we got ice cream, and they walked me home and kissed me goodnight. Or I kissed him. We kissed. And I think it killed me. No longer alive. Here lies Toni Higgins, rest in peace.” All of the words came tumbling out too quickly, stumbling over each other, but it didn’t really matter because Race simply sighed happily and went to his room, leaving Jack to chuckle and shake his head at empty air.

Goodnight kisses and silly texts turned into second, and forth, and tenth dates. Turned into actual titles, where Race got to introduce him to Jack properly as his boyfriend and go redder than Albert’s hair at Jack’s expression in response.

Sometimes they weren’t even really dates anymore, one of them would just text the other and they would spend the evening in one apartment or the other eating dinner and watching movies.

One of those not-date-dates turned into a full marathon of BBC Sherlock - which Race spent the whole time mouthing along to the dialogue and Albert spent the whole time pretending to watch the show when he was really just watching Race.

By the time they had finished it was well past 3am, and the walk back to his own apartment was sounding less and less appealing to Albert by the second, especially with how Race had clung on to cuddle.

“You can just stay here, if you want.” Race’s sleepy voice cracked the comfortable silence, tilting to look up at Albert from where he was laying his head on their chest. “It’s late, and Jack’s not even here to bully us in the morning. He spent the night at Davey’s.”

“Ok, sugar.” Albert’s returning smile was soft. Race twisted and craned his neck slightly, and the redhead complied, pressing their lips together sweetly before relaxing back. “Goodnight.”

“G’night, baby.” Race said, voice laced with sleep, barely above dropping off. A few minutes later, both of them were dead to the world, curled into each other.

The next morning, Race woke slowly, turning to hide from the light by burying his face against Albert’s chest. He blinked up at the redhead after a few minutes, eyes still heavy with sleep, melting at the relaxed expression and way his curls fell in his eyes. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Albert’s mouth before extricating himself from their embrace.

Race padded into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and flicking on the coffee pot and trying to shake the tired fog from his brain long enough to think of something to make. He couldn’t cook, not really, but there were three or four foods he’d gotten good enough at that he wasn’t a threat to anyone’s life when he made them. One of those was pancakes.

He got the ingredients out quietly, measurements memorized, and in no time he was singing under his breath - something from one of the high school musicals that he couldn’t remember the name of but unexplainably knew all the words to - as he flipped pancakes. Albert had managed to sneak up on him, leaning against the wall just out of his eyeline and smirking at the soft singing.

Albert walked forward, looping his arms around Race’s waist and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, causing the blond to jump slightly before relaxing back against his boyfriend.

“I smelled food. Was that ‘Breaking Free’?” Albert’s voice was muffled against his skin, and Race chuckled slightly, going a bit pink. He leaned his head against Albert’s, not looking away from task.

“Maybe? I don’t know, it just got stuck.” Race said, giggling quietly Albert’s lips trailed up the side of his neck and jaw to his cheek. He turned his head, pressing their lips together and kissing Albert soundly.

“G’morning to you, too.” Albert said, smirking, face so close to his that their noses were nearly touching. Race smiled and pecked their lips again before turning back to the breakfast, feeling the arms around his middle contract slightly.

It was well past 11am by the time they’d finished eating, Race sitting on the counter across from where Albert was leaning while they talked. His singing had sparked a very serious, very intense debate about which High School Musical was the best, and Race’s absolutely genius way of settling it had been holding his hand out and dragging Albert into a kiss when he’d taken it.

Jack and David chose about 10 seconds after that to walk into the apartment, their conversation coming to an abrupt end when Jack looked towards the kitchen.

“Yo! We cook there, y’know!” His would-be-annoyed expression was marred by his shit-eating grin at the way Race and Albert jumped apart like teenagers that got caught. Race’s face flamed, but Albert just chuckled and stuck his tongue out at Jack.

“Oh, shut it, Kelly. This isn’t even my apartment and I’ve seen you and Dave do way worse.” Jack and Albert had only known each for a few months at this point, but they get along like a house on fire - literally, they bicker like they’ve known each other since kindergarten.

“Hey, hey, leave me out of it. I’m innocent, it’s not my fault you two let my heathen-of-a-boyfriend walk in on you.” David’s smile was easy, and his laugh at his boyfriend’s offended expression made Jack’s eyes soften.

Race held his arms out, inviting Albert back towards him and wrapping his arms loosely around his broad shoulders when the redhead complied easily.

“There’s still pancakes and batter and stuff if you want, I didn’t end up using it all.” He said over his shoulder before turning back to Albert with his eyebrows slightly raised. “And I am absolutely refusing to fold. High School Musical 2 is the best ‘cause of the gay ass baseball scene alone and you know it.”

Albert gasped in offense and retorted in mock answer, Jack immediately jumping in to defend Race’s opinion, considering he was right. David jumped in soon after, and Race basked in the loud banter and laughter in his tiny kitchen, thanking the universe for sending that out of place butterfly down the cold city streets of New York on a cold morning in March.

A/N: that’s a wrap on them everyone. they’re my beloveds. i would die for them. let me know what y’all think !! mwah i love u all xx

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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the god that heroin prays to

in which chandler does a “types of kisses” character study for their favorite gays, race and albert

read on ao3

#newsies #livesies #never not read the tags #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #ralbert #fics !!#ngl i just wanted to write kisses and Them #chandler out of context #chandler’s ✨losing it✨#jack kelly #is also in it a lot

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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3, 21, and 23 !!!

jac ilysm

3: favorite line/scene you’ve written this year

Race basked in the loud banter and laughter in his tiny kitchen, thanking the universe for sending that out of place butterfly down the cold city streets of New York on a cold morning in March.

it’s the very cheesy ending line to the butterfly effect and i. am still really proud of that one for being my first fic

21: most memorable comment/review

so. this one is actually from you fucking shocking ik and it’s not technically a comment or review but. it still means the Entire World to me even though you tell me this like. once a week now

23: fics (or hcs cause i said so) you wanted to write but didn’t

WHERE DO I EVEN START

car guy al part 2. royalty au part 2. youtuber au fic. soulmate au.

finish the band au. and the bar au. and the photographer al au. and the small town au. and the canon era fic. AND THE SONG FIC.

there’s so many idea i have that i just. have NOT finished or even started yet that i really really want to get around to and !!! i’m very excited to actually do that at some point

#newsies #livesies #never not read the tags #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #ralbert #the butterfly effect #jac my beloved <3 #mwah. love of my life #i’m your local jac stan #i. i will make those fics happen at some point. not rn. but they’ll happen #chandler out of context #chandler’s ✨losing it✨#anyway #still haven’t recovered from that whole post you wrote me and there’s MORE THAN ONE OF THEM #sobbing

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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heyyyyy chandlerrrr uh. are ralbert theatre kids, band kids, choir kids, or orchestra kids. or any other variation of fine arts/performance arts kid. i want a Professional opinion.

ok so. race is a theater kid, but he did band in middle school. he’s also the mf with the megaphone at every rally and football game but that’s not an Official Job that’s just. race being race

albert is 100% a band kid. he’s also one of those assholes that’s good at everything (just ask @proud-and-defiant they listen to me talk shit about him for this Constantly /hj) so. he’ll just pick up any instrument and like an hour and a half later be good at it Cause He Sucks. his favorite to play for actual band is drums, but if he has any reason to play an electric guitar or a bass he will do that too

that’s my Professional opinion tq tq

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moth-based-cryptology · 3 years

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hi hi yes would you like to hear about my ralbert idea thingy i forget if i asked you this before but it's been a while since i thought of it and i want to get into writing it again

I WOULD LOVE TO PLS SHARE THE KNOWLEDGE

#newsies #livesies #never not read the tags #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #ralbert #chandler out of context #chandler’s ✨losing it✨#chandler.exe has stopped working #chandler’s an idiot sorry y’all #shut up chandler #nO #chandler screams about ralbert #asks !!#chandler the resident ralbert expert #chandler the ralbert cult leader #spam ralbert gang #wow so many tags

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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ok i was obsessed with viva la vida in like. 2012. and seeing your new url i just ???? /pos

EMMA YOU DIDNT HAVE TO READ ME TO FILTH LIKE THAT /j

i. borderline obsessively listened to viva la vida. i’m an anxious adhd bisexual with object permanence problems it was literally the only song i played for a good 6 months so. tumblr url

#newsies #livesies #never not read the tags #chandler out of context #chandler’s ✨losing it✨#chandler.exe has stopped working #chandler’s an idiot sorry y’all #shut up chandler #nO #new url

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moth-based-cryptology · 3 years

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B, C, F, and M for the ask thing !!!

also hi i love u so much and i hope u have a good day bc u deserve it!!!!

hi i love you too have the best day babes mwah !!

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

not from what i can remember ?? most of what i write is based off of my interests rather than what i personally do or see. sports i watch, movies/tv i love, hyperfixations i’ve had, etc etc.

C: What character do you identify most with?

i know i always say it’s probably albert !! i identify with al a lot - introverted, sarcastic, a little brash and rude sometimes, tends to be very polarizing as a person. the way we process emotions and keep ourselves safe mentally is very similar, even if the reasons behind it are different.

F: Care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic?

we’d be big conversation by kosmokuns (ralbert mafia au, one of my favorite fics of all time, enough said tbh)

are there still beautiful things? by scarlettroses (canon era, albert-centric ralbert, idk if it counts as hurt/comfort but it hurt my feelings and theres comfort so i’m including it)

Let The Memory Live Again by elmerspape (amnesia!albert fic, very very ralbert but elmer’s in there too, Hurt My Feelings but has a happy ending <3)

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

um,,,, there’s a ralbert meet cute called the butterfly effect. been a hot minute since i worked on it but it’s very cute

some sort of band au ?? i wanna write something javid AND ralbert with that (probably future javid established ralbert as per usual) but i haven’t had a chance to bug anyone and work out the details

oH and i have an ask from audrey (@oof-musicals) about lifeguard albert and swimmer race i really wanna do something with

pls i’m sorry this took so long i was looking for fics and got totally distracted fjenebebeb

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moth-based-cryptology · 3 years

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"■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon" and "♥ - family headcanon" for al or race (or both)!!!!

jac, my love, you know me so well (extra proof of that is you put both because,,,, y e a h)

this post is probably going to be horrifyingly long so lmk if the read more thingy doesn’t work

tw: i mention death under both of their family hcs, and drinking/alcoholism and abuse under albert’s. it’s nothing graphic, but it’s there. oh and race’s bio dad gets arrested but i don’t describe it or mention what he did lol

- race

◻️.

his room either looks like a bomb went off or it’s perfectly clean and there’s ABSOLUTELY no in between

cause he’s either been too lazy to clean it for the past month or he’s got randomly motivated for no reason and cleaned everything in one afternoon

he has a bad habit of just putting dishes in the sink and never actually washing them

he also just leaves all the stuff he used to cook out constantly cause he’s too excited for the food

he’s somehow both the best AND the worst roommate

like yeah it kinda leaves messes everywhere BUT he also keeps your stuff how you like it and won’t eat your food

overall a bit of a mess but he means well and nothing gets burned or broken (very often)

❤️.

his birth mom died when he was,,,, 6? and his dad was arrested a couple months later (could’ve been related, could’ve not been, fuck if he knows), so he ended up in the foster system

because of this, he’s always seen his friends as his family cause they’ve been more stable than his home life

when he was 14 or 15 he was taken in and later adopted by the lovely miss medda larkin (along with 16 year old jack kelly and 13 year old charlie ‘crutchie’ morris, not the point)

his idea of family changes a lot after he’s adopted, cause he’s in a healthy, happy, stable home for pretty much the first time in his entire life

he still sees his friend group as his family, too, cause they’re his people and they understand him and they’re all trauma bonded for life

so when him and albert (yes this is ralbert we all know what you expected when you saw my username nobody be surprised) finally get together and are out in the real world living together and graduating college and getting married it’s really nothing new to him cause he’s been forging his own little family for as long as he can remember

whenever he DOES have kids, he makes sure that they get what he never got from the very beginning, cause as much as he loves his family, all of them have been through far too much and he wants to break the cycle

- albert

◻️.

everything in his room has a place but it only makes sense to him

like sure, to most people it just looks like he’s got random shit thrown all over his desk, but to HIM everything’s in its place and he can find everything easily enough

he’s generally tidier than race, but he cleans MUCH less often so if there’s a mess it’s staying there for months

he doesn’t mind doing the dishes but he has never once even LOOKED at a vacuum or duster (he didn’t even know they had any in the apartment til race was cleaning the sitting area when he got back from class one day)

he’s the type of roommate that prefers going shopping together so that there’s not really any “off limit” foods cause you bought it all at the same time but he’ll respect the ‘this is mine’ notes if they’re there

shouldn’t be allowed to cook cause he burns shit CONSTANTLY. they have a stool against the wall under the fire alarm cause albert sets it off like once a week and it’s not worth the effort of dragging a chair over

❤️.

i feel the need to state that albert (just like pretty much all the newsies, it’s just a thing babe) also has a very found family vibe but it’s different to how race’s found family works so ✨here we go✨

his mom died when he was 11, and his dad, who had always been a bit of a drunk, started drinking even more heavily after her passing

al has 2 significantly older brothers - the oldest moved out when he was 10, and both were out of the house by the time he was 12

the abuse started when he was 14. his dad lost his job and the drinking escalated even more, and he started taking his anger out on albert - especially now that there was nobody around to protect him

albert didn’t talk about it for over a year, but eventually it got so bad he was visibly busted up one day at school and his friends noticed. he was dismissive about it at first, then angry and defensive when they kept pushing out of worry

a couple days later it got even worse, and he snuck out his bedroom window and ran away. he showed up on medda’s doorstep at,,,, 3am? 4am? crying and bloody and asking for help. from there, medda got in contact with his maternal aunt that lived in the city and he lived with her until he went off to college

the abuse, coupled with the fact that his brothers had both seen what was happening but did NOTHING to help him out of fear, changed the fundamentals of how he viewed family

his main support was race, as well as medda considering she was the one that helped him get out of the situation, and he was close with his aunt for the rest of his life. she was young and ill-equipped to deal with a teenage boy, let alone a traumatized one, but they learned together and figured it out as they went.

his childhood was normal, for the most part (other than random bouts of shouting matches between his parents and drunken rages from his dad, but those were inconsistent at their worst), until the death of his mother, but he still wants to ensure he never makes his kids feel as helpless as he did

aka ralbert working together to make sure they break the cycle and create a healthy, happy environment for their kids, AND that they support eachother whenever life gets rough :))))))

i- I LOVE THEM SO MUCH FJEHHDHDVD

apparently i had a lot of Thoughts™️ cause this is such a long winded post

✨anyway✨ thank you jac ilysm !!!

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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Howdy! I made a moodboard based on your blog colours

Have a nice day/night!

HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO COOL WTF DNSJSNSJSNS

#thank u so much !!!! what the hell !!!!!#this shit is so dope i’m screaming #never not read the tags #chandler’s ✨losing it✨#my lovely mutuals #ahhhhhhh

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHAN!! I know there we don't talk as much as we could but you have been such an amazing part of my online experience in the past year! I hope you have a great day (and rest of your night if you are seeing this before bc I didn't want to forget to send you something and a great year!! Happy birthday :))

THANK YOU !!!! i love you so dearly audrey mwah mwah mwah

#newsies #livesies #never not read the tags #mooties #my lovely mutuals ❤#audreyyyyyyy #ily #GUESS WHO’S SEVENTEEN NOW BITCHES #officially more of a nightmare than i was before <3 incredible <3 #chandler out of context #chandler’s ✨losing it✨#chandler.exe has stopped working #chandler’s an idiot sorry y’all #shut up chandler #nO

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