#ill-say-anything-i-hafta

[baura-bear]

What are your feelings about 92sies overall as a piece of cinematic art?

I need to start this off by saying: I absolutely love this movie I have watched it countless times and it is one of my favorites

That being said. Waaay back in 2017 (18 maybe?) when I first watched 92sies I did not like it. In fact! I didn’t even watch the whole thing before giving up. I since have grown and matured to fully realize the cinematic genius that is Newsies (1992)

I understand why is wasn’t a box office hit but also IT SHOULDVE BEEN A BOX OFFICE HIT I LOVE LITTLE BABY 92SIES 🫶🫶🫶

Looking at it through an actual like cinematic lens the plot is kind of all over the place, Sarah and Jack’s romance is completely random, as is the whole Francis Sullivan/Jack Kelly thing (I get it but for the overall plot it’s just A Lot). On top of all that the singing is bad! It just is! Disney easily could’ve hired voice actors to sing for the kids but they didn’t (and I personally love this decision even if big audiences don’t) it adds way more character to the songs I think and makes it way more convincing that this rag tag gang of ragamuffins are the ones doing the singing. They weren’t supposed to be great mighty heros that were amazing at everything, they were supposed to be a bunch of poor kids standing up for themselves!!!! I love it so much although I know that’s not the general consensus of folks outside of the fandom

It was the perfect movie to become a cult classic (which is has) and that doesn’t always mean it’s gonna be a good movie it just means that the people who get it get it and those who don’t don’t

Also Kenny Ortega obviously put a little 💅🏼🏳️‍🌈in it for us which I greatly appreciate

Objectively I can see why it’s a bad movie, subjectively it’s the best movie that’s ever been created

Anyway I love 92sies with my entire heart and soul thank u for the ask <33333

#it took on too much all at once with the plot and that was its fatal flaw #newsies #92sies #asks #ill-say-anything-i-hafta

[letter-from-the-refuge]

Hey, I'm a huge fan of thinking of Crutchie as Jewish. But do you have a citation for the historical Crutch Morris being Jewish. Or are you basing this on Marty Belafsky?

Based on history! We don’t have one exacting citation, but a common hypothesis based on the pieces of citable information we do have.

The most conclusive simply being the fact that the overwhelming majority of people named Morris, a very Jewish name originating from Moshe, are themselves; especially given the time and place in history, when 40% of newsies who answered the 1901 NYC census were Jewish and there weren’t abundant legal or marital ways for a man’s name to be changed in the usa like there are today. Could this have been a false name like Jack Kelly or Blink? Of course, (though I doubt he would have recorded a false name when he was an elected official of the newsboy union) so, as with all other information, this has to be taken with a grain of salt.

We also have one photograph that is commonly associated to be Crutch Morris that many past historians have made the presumption from:

[im going to edit this to add the picture give me a few minutes sorry]

This photo is commonly MIS-ASSOCIATED with Louis Hines’ work documenting New York’s working children in the 1930s. THIS IS INCORRECT. It appears nowhere in his published work. So much as a reverse image search tells us this is actually an undated photograph from the New York Historical Society Archive. @newsieshistory (their presence here is greatly missed) was able to match up the windows in the background to those on the Duane Street Newsboy Lodging House (the actual lodge house the one in the film is based on, where Kid Blink, Crutch Morris, Dutch[y] Johnson, [Swifty] the Rake, Bumlets, Snoddy, Pie Eater, Snipeshooter, among others really lived according to both articles on the strike and nyc census records), while it was operating as a newsboy lodge house, sometime c. 1890-1920. This could be another newsie that lived there during those years meeting the description of Crutch from the rally article, but its as close to a known photo as exists.

I am certain there is more, but I’m currently in the process of moving my historical documents out of google drive to fight the ai so I do not currently have access to my archive, I will attempt to add more tomorrow.

#crutch Morris #crutchy morris #newsies #namesakes #newsboy strike of 1899 #historical #ask #answered #ill-say-anything-I-hafta #jewsies #coining that here and now

[noxexistant]

I'd be so interested to know what it's really like to live in a group youth home. Do you feel any kind of way when you read people's fic that gets it wildly wrong?

i’m honoured i got such a big response from people expressing interest in me actually making the list :’) i have started work on it!

honestly, i’m usually very understanding of people totally misrepresenting or misinterpreting the whole experience of, y’know, being parentless, living in a group setting with other kids, navigating trauma in that setting, etc etc. it’s a niche experience, and even beyond the fact that it’s pretty difficult to research it because it’s so experience-based and also varies wildly, it’s one of those things that you just honestly cannot understand unless you experienced it firsthand. the broad strokes of it are easy enough, but the specific nature of living in a home populated with traumatised and volatile teenagers is. a lot.

at worst, i just get kind of frustrated seeing how much people can miss the mark, which of course isn’t their fault, but it’s just this feeling of disconnect being exacerbated once again. a major thing is just the type of expectations people have for how hopeful or generally positive the whole situation can be, particularly for how well-adjusted and kind people who are in these scenarios would be. i hate to give a specific example, but it’s one i think about a lot - i read a lil piece about davey expressing his feelings about his place in his own family to the newsies, who were all very concerned and sympathetic, and it was like davey’s problems kind of became the centre of their universe once he expressed them. and that is just. not how it ever goes down.

“a mother and a father? oh, ain’t we the hoi-polloi,” spat as unkindly as race says it in uksies, is honestly one of the realest lines in the show - which, as a whole, really does do a good job of portraying the experience of being parentless and/or homeless, with just the right amount of bitterness and joking about it and not being able to bring yourself to care as anyone who’s in that position in real life feels and experiences. there’s a lot of bitterness and jealousy in it, even for the other kids in the same position, because everyone has or had something that someone else didn’t. we had a few kids that did have both, decent parents - they were the ones who came to us as a sort of day programme, usually for mental health and socialisation - and they learnt not to talk about their parents, because nobody ever wanted to hear it. and on the other side of things, nobody was ever affected by any awful story from anyone because we’d all experienced the same sort of stuff. you know that one atla scene, “my last girlfriend turned into the moon.” “that’s rough, buddy.” that’s the vibe of the absolute most sympathy you could hope for after talking about something terrible.

generally, it’s just a lot…worse than people tend to think. but it’s also human. those are the two extremes i see: people either unintentionally sanitise it to be at most a step away from normality, or they totally fictionalise it into horror. usually, it’s just lonely.

#answered #ill-say-anything-i-hafta

[walkman-cat]

Omg detective au!!!!! Are you going to draw Spot and Race and Crutchie? Truly fanning over here.

Hello!

I will eventually do costume designs for Spot, Race, and Crutchie! Detective noir au is first and foremost a design project and I’m having a lot of fun designing costumes for everyone (and i may already have started gathering references for Spot and Race wbwbwb).

When I’ll draw the designs is yet to be seen wbwbw, as I reach the end of the school holidays I’m trying to prioritise schoolwork I’ve left unfinished (revision :( and also preliminary designs for my drama coursework =D) but because I’m also using detective noir au as a way to do research for my drama work without considering it “work” I may start work on Spot soon 👀👀👀.

I’m also thinking about re-working crutchie’s role slightly! (because he fits a pianist role but i found something interesting about bootleggers so 👀👀👀.

Anyways thank you for enjoying my silly little designs and sorry for the ramblings! Wbwbwb

#i really wanna draw everyone in a classic noir movie poster style when I’m done but also I’m criminally behind on my portfolio and revision #=D #anyways thanks for the ask! #answered #ill-say-anything-i-hafta

[whoops-im-obsessed]

Oops that was me. Think I sent anon my mistake. I don't know how to use Tumblr, I am 2x older than everyone else on here.

The amount of times I've done that 😅 Don't worry lol

#ask #ill-say-anything-i-hafta

[a-dime-a-day]

If you take requests, I would LOVE to see a gif of the little dance in the alley ("if I hate the headline / I'll make up a headline ...") it's my favorite part 💓

Omg did I not answer this?? I thought I answered this but it's still in my inbox?? I'm so sorry idk what happened @ill-say-anything-i-hafta

I hope these are what you're looking for!!

#hmu if they're not #this is so trippy I swear I hit post before.... #sorry for the wait! #carrying the banner #newsies #newsies 1992 #92sies #my gifs #tncr

[emmedoesntdomath]

well. we’re back.

if you had told september emme about just how much of this exchange was a wild ride, she would have been concerned. (this is a lie. she would have blinked, called you an idiot, and then probably bulldozed on ahead anyways.)(yes, I am aware that I am, in fact, the true idiot.)

if there’s anything I have learned from this exchange, it’s that there is always, always more to be learned, and that you missed at least three things when planning.

and you know what? that’s actually all I’m going to say on that front. because we did it, and it’s done, and we had a good time, and I’m proud. have a gold star, everyone.

now- the more important thing.

saying thank you.

thank you to my lovely pinch hitters- @sparkedblaze, @frogmanfae, @joeythefrog, and @ill-say-anything-i-hafta. I, quite literally, could not have done this without you. I adore all of you, and owe you guys so much. thank you.

to @noxexistant, who got me through writing my fic, and who managed to educate me on a whole media in about twenty minutes. you are the only reason I was able to write that fic. thank you.

to @frogmanfae, who got to hear all of the complaining and who still took a pinch hit without hesitation anyways. love you, fae.

to @sparkedblaze, who asked to help out and then did exactly that. I mean it so sincerely when I say that I don’t think I’ll ever run an exchange without your help in some form or fashion. whether it’s writing MULTIPLE pinch hits for me, or helping look through assignments, you make my life so much easier and I am forever grateful. thank you for everything, blaze.

and, finally, of course, to all of you.

thank you to the people who signed up months in advance. thank you to the people who screamed for joy when I announced it was happening. thank you to the people who stumbled upon it randomly and thought, ‘why not?’ thank you to the people who signed up with hours left in our deadline and who did it with smiley faces in their offers. thank you to the people who liked and reblogged. thank you to the people who asked questions. thank you to the people who answered my messages. thank you to the people who got their stuff in on time and still apologized to me, just in case. thank you to the people who finished and asked if there was anything they could do to help. thank you to the people who read every fic and left comments on all of them. thank you to the people who had patience and kindness and love for me through this process.

thank you. you guys make this worth doing. and i’ll do it over and over again, for as long as you want me to, because it makes me happy to see you all happy. you have no idea how much it all means to me.

let’s do this again in a couple months, yeah? tell your friends. say it’s a party.

until then. love you all.

#newsies #92sies #uksies #livesies #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #manhattan newsies #west endsies #spot conlon #emme’s bad ideas

[just-pot-over-here]

TW character death, disease

i come back once every six months to drop an AU and leave. this is entirely inspired by this mitski song btw (EDIT: @ill-say-anything-i-hafta has informed me that this is a Peet Seeger song that mitski covered!!)

jack leaves for Santa Fe after the strike. whether because he and kath break up, or because he decides he actually can’t stand manhattan, it doesn’t really matter. what does matter is that he brings crutchie with him.

they make it on the NYCentral railroad up to chicago, at which point they need to start walking. this would be a problem, except jack has enough money from his shiny new job to buy a horse and two packs, and he figures that not much can go wrong. and for a couple of weeks he’s right!

the problem is, they’re two kids who’ve never left New York trying to walk from Illinois to new mexico. they’re not exactly survivalists here. they’re drinking out of rivers and eating stale/mouldy bread and jerky. something’s gotta go wrong, and unfortunately it goes wrong for crutchie.

typhoid fever is a killer, and crutchie’s not lucky enough to beat two deadly plagues. jack has to bury his little brother somewhere in between Oklahoma and Kansas.

jack makes it to santa fe, but he leaves a piece of himself in the ground 900 miles away, placemarked with a crude branch cross.

needed to get this out of my BRAIN

#tw character death #tw disease #newsies #newsies au #crutchie newsies #crutchie morris #charlie morris #jack kelly #jack newsies #newsies broadway #newsies uk #livesies #Spotify

[bigmack2go]

@ill-say-anything-i-hafta

WIP Meme Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Using trip!

-last goal of the

-collection

-„one hoal but the oth“(???)

-spots band „pullitzers poodles“

-teams

-red hair blue ice

-the realm of nydlah (this is frim my dnd campagne. I have no idea why its in there OR why i titled it that)

-buzz buzzz z

-hcS

-mpfzhuah *kiss*

-👏k and mo👏👏

-black figure skates, white speed skates and blue hockey skates

-usernames

-T. D. F.

-schools aka jobs

-tgats how al and spot met

-flashyflashflash [and then a keyboardspam]

-‚i hate modern au‘-who???🫣

Lmao

@ykthefancyclamwiththepearlinside @eponine-thenadier @we-are-inevitable @waitin-makes-me-antsy

#lmfao

[flydotnet]

Truth Syrup and Other Homemade Remedies

WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.” Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”

This fic is an indirect-ish sequel to the previous entry on this Whumptober series, "Noli Me Tangere". It's not necessary to read it to understand this one, but I'd advise doing so just so you get more Nitta content. That's what you're here for, right?

This fic is also me making dolls smooch by taking advantage of the one universal rule of CT: there is no healthcare professional ever, unless the plot asks for one, in which case they will surrender to whatever the fuck the protags are cooking. My fav example of that is in Shin CT when Ishizaki is taken care of by Misugi, because for some reason, there's no adult, so the 15-year-old has to do the job himself! You gotta love the coherence and realism of this manga lmao.

At this point Kumi is just my OC parading as a CT character and, honestly, with how shabby the writing of the female characters is in this manga, I think she deserves to have a personality - and this is one! Homemade is fine too, right? Perhaps even better, since I can toy around with it more. As such, my version of ShunKumi is based on a single Pixiv fanfic series I slapped without fanfare into DeepL (I really need to learn Japanese, oogh) and a lot of my headcanons; and I wouldn't have it any other way. That's how I roll baby.

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Truth Syrup and Other Homemade Remedies

Summary: Kumi has a mission and it's to bring a guy who just so happens to be her crush to the infirmary; and no matter what Nitta throws her way, she'll see it to the end.

Fandom: Captain Tsubasa

Word Count: 1.5K words

AO3 version available here.

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Urabe entrusted her with a very important mission and Kumi intents on seeing it to completion, no matter what. It sounds a little extreme, compared to what the mission is (bringing a player to the infirmary in as short of a time as possible), but it’s absolutely how her pounding heart is feeling about it: nothing short of this being primordial, especially since she doesn’t quite understand why Urabe picked her and not the older managers with more experience and, as a result, patience.

Adding to her confusion is the nature of said mission: it sounds simple on the surface, yet it’s anything but. Bringing a player to the infirmary can be a challenge even when it’s someone as calm as Misaki or as kind as Morisaki, with how impeding an injury or illness can be, but it gets a lot more difficult when it’s someone as stubborn and hard-set as Nitta.

And thus, this is how she’s now finding herself in the middle of a corridor after class, facing a boy a class above her.

“Why did you stop?” She asks him,

“You should go back,” he tells her, voice barely louder than a whisper.

“No! Urabe trusts me to bring you to the infirmary and I will do it!”

He sighs. She shouldn’t find his pout cute, considering it’s mocking her, yet there she is.

“You’re really annoying.”

“You’re one to talk, you’re the one who’s making this difficult!”

“As I said, you don’t hafta do that. You can just go back.”

The lightning speed at which he blinks and the overall soreness she feels when she studies him, as she’s currently doing in case something goes wrong,

“You’re not well, senpai. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I dunno why both Urabe and you are like that,” he replies with a cough stuck in his throat. “But wha’ver. If it makes you feel better…”

“Then let’s continue. You’ll feel much better once you can lie down.”

“If you say so,” he shrugs.

Their walk resumes, albeit at a glacial pace, especially compared to what she knows (and admires) about Nitta. He’s usually so fast she barely has the time to see him pass by her, dashing who knows where, almost like a shooting star. She used to hate it, how she couldn’t keep an eye on him as well as she’d do for the others, and he’d brag about it often, but now… Well, it’s part of his charm, she’d say.

She isn’t quite sure why she likes him so much. Nitta is very much not the same as Tsubasa: he’s no born leader with limitless potential, he doesn’t have the skills for a grandiose speech like Tsubasa, and his personality is much closer to that of a feral cat than a bright bird. Maybe she likes feral cats? It’s a weird way to put it, but that’d explain why she actually likes him, come to think of it: this sense of imperfection makes Nitta reachable, unlike Tsubasa.

On the other hand, it means that, when he’s down like that, her concern is only stronger. The urge to help is stronger, thus why she’s now hovering him like a worried mother (or something of the calibre). God, maybe he does hate her. He hates people who look too deep into his things.

When they do finally arrive there, the infirmary is empty, unstaffed, and Kumi sighs. She’s heard of medical personnel often missing when you need them the most, but she’d be lying if she said this massive inconvenience wasn’t prickling her skin right at the wrong moment. After all, Nitta’s already as irritable as they come, they don’t need her to be just as unpleasant to deal with.

She takes a deep breath and –

“You should be able to leave me, now, right?” Nitta tells her as he sits on the examination table.

He’s trying to get rid of her, she’s certain of it. He must hate her.

“Why would I do that?”

“I dunno, you did your job, and it’s boring to stay here, no?”

He shivers, even under the tracksuit jacket Urabe has landed him.

“There’s nobody here, though… I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“You don’t have anything better to do?”

It lacks bite, so it’s not genuine anger nor frustration. That’s the first thing she’s learned about him and, even now, it’s one of her few certainties remaining.

“I’m a manager, my job is to make sure everyone’s fine; so no, I don’t have ‘anything better to do’. I want to help you, senpai, that’s all there is to it.”

He frowns at this, between two coughs.

“I don’t need that shit. You should just leave.”

This is going nowhere, nowhere!

“There’s nobody here, I’m not leaving until I know you’ll be fine!”

“You don’t need to, Sugimoto.”

This is so frustrating!

“Why are you always like that?!” She ends up snapping at him.

His expression softens, all of a sudden.

“Like what?”

“Deflecting what we tell you! You like to pretend like everything’s fine when it’s clearly not and I don’t get why!”

In reaction to this, everything about Nitta changes. Not only is his face softer, through the frowning of pain and reddish hue of his cheeks, his eyes have dulled right as they ducked away from hers. He gets his knees to his chest, suddenly vulnerable to her.

“I tend to deflect when I feel threatened,” he tells her in too cautious of a tone.

This doesn’t make sense…

“How does… me asking how you’re doing is threatening you?”

He looks to the side and bites his lip. He isn’t going to answer. Maybe he doesn’t even have an answer and it’s all a pretence. Or is it? Nothing about his behaviour makes sense.

“Do you have a problem with me?” She asks.

His shoulders rise, his expression turning into a much more familiar disdain. (Or is it?)

“How in the hell did you come up with that as an explanation?”

“You seem so reluctant to talk to me, so I can’t help but wonder! Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me? Why won’t you let me help you?”

“It’s not a you thing. It’s a me thing.”

Kumi steps forward, courage swelling inside her, and Nitta doesn’t try to get further from her. That’s a good sign, right?

“Why are you so reluctant to get help, then?”

“I’m supposed to be independent, but when you ask someone for things, it means you’re still depending on someone, right? And I don’t wanna be that guy.” He clears his throat. “I don’t wanna be weak.”

“Senpai, I… It’s fine to need help, you know?”

“Urabe loves to tell me that, yeah, but it doesn’t change things.”

“You don’t have to be independent all the time. It’s also fine to rely on people at times – in fact, I’d say it’s necessary.”

She’s now right in front of him, close enough to feel how high his fever must be.

“I guess you’re right, it’s just… embarrassing to admit.”

His head lulls on his shoulder, so in a moment of pure instinct, she goes to cup his cheek. To her soft-spoken surprise, he doesn’t even try pulling away, instead leaning into it. Is this due to fatigue or could it be…? No, it can’t be. The fever explains too much for her little fantasy to take root.

“Touching your senpai without authorization, huh…?”

Kumi doesn’t move her hand, even now.

“What’s your birthday, actually, Sugimoto?”

“April fourteenth.”

“Oh, so you’re like a month younger than I am,” he replies with a mellow voice. “Why call me senpai then?”

“Because you’re still a grade above mine.”

He puts his hand over hers, his gaze locked with hers. Her heart’s beating way too fast.

“That’s not very important now, is it…?” He tells her with a smile. “Y’know, actually, I prefer it with you here…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really… so, like, if you don’t mind… maybe you could stay here until that nurse comes back or something?”

“Oh, of course, no problem!”

He’s practically falling asleep in her arms, but playing guardian angel sounds like a good thing, as long as it’s for him; so she lets worry and relief mix until the door opens again.

As typical of Nitta, he has one last surprise in his pocket, and it’s the one to take her out.

“Hey, Sugimoto?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re over Tsubasa, right?”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve been for some time. Why?”

“Just askin’.” He snickers. “Who am I kidding? I’m asking that for myself.”

“You mean…?”

Her heart is pulsing inside her throat and throughout her entire body.

“I think I like you.”

“I… like you too.”

He gives her the softest smile she’s ever seen from him; only for him to fall asleep right after that.

#whumptober 2023 #no.18 #lyric #captain tsubasa #fic #you'll have to pry shunkumi from my dead cold hands #this ship makes no sense so it makes all the sense

[1nm806]

hello if i hate the headline i’ll make up a headline

whats up and ill say anything i hafta

#jack's hawkin the headlines !! #you got it racer ! asks

[ask-vinyl-scratch]

10/25/2010

WOW have I got a lot of bull to put down on paper. the voices in my journal seemed to have stopped too, just like Twi said they would, so Im feelin real good right about now!!!

so yeah its been like 5 days or something. (the dates on the top of the pages kept track of time, which, WTB??? gotta ask Twi about that—actually. maybe not, not after all the juicy gossip that I learned and gotta write down. AWWW BUCK IVE GOT SO MUCH I HAFTA WRITE ABOUT)

ive got so much to write about, but i really wanna write about what happened today... today...♡

ok ok so ill breeze through the other three days or whatever between the 19th and 25th

20th: First of all, Tavi hadda go to frickin' Manehattan by the express and wouldnt have come back until 10 so bleh. My day was going badly and i was a grumpypants, but Pinkie showed up and got me a whole-ass Chocolate cake so I was pretty good. I insisted upon saving 7/8 of it for Octavia's sake once she got back, much to Pinkie Pie's chagrin, but I simply had to, for there is no more romantic gift than Chocolate.

Otherwise, Pinkie took me to see her friends like she Pinkie Promised. eh. lemme give you the run down on em.

~Pinkie~ yeah she introduced me to herself and I buckin love her for it to no end!!

~Twi~ back to the weird-ass treehouse library thing and the purple unicorn who tried to take my journal from me. I swear that mare... she was in the middle of a very delicate experiment or something when we galloped in (literally) but that's not really important because she really DOES have a dragon for a little brother, and his name is

\_~SPIKE~_/ cool bro, y'know, just a chill wyrm. yeah, I'm kinda freinds with a dragon, but it's not like it's a big deal or anything. Pinkie wanted me to give him one of my bottles of Berry's Super-Squeezy Pan-Galactic Fizzling Champagne and I wholeheartedly agreed, but Sparkle said Spike's just a baby dragon and can't have alcohol. (but shouldn't dragons be able to drink way more than ponies...?) Spike protested and threatened to give me juicy gossip on Twi if she didnt let him have the bottle, and she didn't, and he did. HOLY BUCK. no i am not writing it here because that... euhg.

but yeah I would definitely invite him to my raves or to play at the arcade if only Sparkle did't say that Spike's too young to be out that late or to spend his bits on something so silly as an arcade game. i gotta find a way to get him a party of his own, at least, since he really is chill. only thing I can fault him on is that he has fingers and he talks about Rarity Belle a bit too much but at least he wasn't trying to scold me for 'corrupting a baby' like a certain somepony i know. I swear she's almost like a mother to that dragon, it's weird.

~Rarity~ Rarity Belle. Menace.

~Rainbow Dash!~ i did not get to bucking see rainbow dash. damn you, Pinkie! Damn you and your adorableness that makes me forget all about being angry at you and notn being able to find the rainbow mare... awwwwwww. I'd kiss you, but I'm 100% committed to Tavi. (especially AFTER WHAT HAPPENED TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

~Applejack~ I get the feeling she didn't like me very much. Still gave me a free apple fritter that Pinkie forced me not to save for Tavi and had me eat right in front of Applejack, deliberately. kinda sus...

~Fluttershy~ Classic blushing wallflower. I bet Pinkie 10 bits she's a fillyfooler and that is 10 bits i intend to collect after I set Shy up with a nice mare. Maybe Tree Hugger? Well, by any means, Fluttershy sure is shy. Don't know what I expected, but it wasn't awkward manic conversation completely predicated on Pinkie Pie's motormouth. I loved it, as usual, as it meant I didnt have to talk a lot, and I think Shy loved it too, which was basically a prerequisite to being friends with Pinkie. Strangely enough, Shy knew I was a fillyfooler even before Pinkie brought it up...

I think she's the most sensitive mare I have ever met. She also rocks the emo hair-over-the-eye thing like a boss! I invited her to come hang with me and Octy since we weren't doing anything but she got real nervous and shaky like a puppy and made an excuse to not come, something about her animals. Which, fair. But I'm pretty sure her cheeks were blushing with the force of Celestia's sun under her pink hair, which is another Point in favor of the fellow fillyfooler fheory... She knew that me and Tavi've been fillyfoolers, so surely

Pinkie Pie really looked like she was 2 seconds away from hatching a harebrained scheme about herself looking after Shy's animals so Shy could come have a night with us but I made her back down. It's actually really easy, you know; all it takes is a hoof to her chest, closing your eyes, and shaking your head mutely. So we went from the cabin, Pinkie with unbridled joy in her heart and I, I with an evil plan to get my ten bits from Pinkie by getting knowledge of Shy's preferences through a straight conversation, a chat between girls, if you will >:)

Pinkie asked me what we were going to do that night, and I told her that we would be doing the same thing we do every night: trying to take over the world. By which I mean going back to my and Tavi's apartment and between us three, and a bottle of that Fizzling Champagne, making a party we can all enjoy. and yes, she did indeed bucking love the Chocolate cake i saved for her. (the parts Pinkie didn't eat, anyway :/)

21th: so i mean, well, when we were drunk on the 20th Pinkie Pie made me Pinkie Promise to 'spin my magic mare, make the music fly and we can have streamers and wubbalishious (sounds good to me) cakes flying around and we can give out kazoos (blashpemy) so ponies can humalong to the songs (even worse, but don't worry, l put a stop to it. too bad she just gave out free mini accordians to everyone...)' on this day.

this Pinkie Promise, though, was really a crazy idea, or whatever the right metaphor is. (i dont care, im tired as fuck and i wanna get to today AAAAAAA I CANT WAIT UNTIL I GET TO WRIITING WHAT I DID TODAY). anyway, A Pinkie Promise to have me hang out with a buncha ponies I dont know a thing about with totally incompatible tastes of music AND accordians???? in not just a rave, but a PINKIE-STYLE rave??????? BONKERS.

so I was setting up for the Pinkie-style rave and it suddenly like dawns on me that this is the perfect opportunity to finally convert the dishwasher so that it cleans dishes with wubs! heh lol. so I did.

aaawwww, whom i kiddin. it was a disaster. think of whatever disaster you're thinking of: technical malfunctions? angry drunks fighting? police intervention? raids against Lunar cultists? earthquakes? tornadoes? the CMC?

yes. multiply it by 10 and you get the party on the 21st

oh faust Tavi's askin me if I wanna go for round 2 rn. to whom it may concern, I think this is where I die. ill write about the other days tomorrowbutigottago

#mlp #vinyl scratch #mlp ask blog

[necromancer-nonbinary]

good morning i have reached a new level of raw fury where i think i may be about to start crying

#i walk into work. i find the spot at the table where i always stand and have since both these motherfuckers started covered in work #it is not pieces that they should have been working on for weeks. there are things that need doing that have gone untouched. #it all looks like SHIT #i am so fucking tired i am sick of walking in to shitty fucking half-done garbage that i am going to have to spend the next 3 days fixing #s apparently told them to work on this! great! why the FUCK #and she just texted me like lol sorry i dont feel well so im staying home like good thats what you should do if you dont feel well. however #i am so fucking angry i cannot put it into words i almost turned around and walked straight back out of work when i saw this #i want to scream i want to yell at both these people to go find literally anything else to do if they cant bother trying to do this right #i have TOLD my boss time and time again that having more people over here doesnt FUCKING HELP unless they know what theyre doing #all it does is make more fucking work for me #lol dont wanna stress xander into quitting! THEN LISTEN TO ONE GODDAMN WORD I SAY JACKASS #and i still havent gotten new headphones so i only have one ear that works and i hafta just stick an earplug in the other #that doesnt work man i need my whole head full of music rn half is not enougu #prsnl #this is bitchy and meaningless to anyone but me but if i dont yell about it somewhere ill lose my mind so yall are the lucky winners

[the-meme-monarch]

me, looking at my half drank cup of coffee that's been sitting on the coffee table all day: curdled... (jus' gimme half a cup) coffee... (somethin' ta wake me up)

#concrete doughnuts sprinkled with mold.. (I gotta find an angle) #homemade (papers is all I got) (it's eighty-eight degrees) biscuits (jack says to change my spot) (wish I could catch a breeze) just two (ma #(maybe it's worth a shot) years (all I can catch is fleas) old #take me to go see newsies #IF I HATE THE HEADLINE ILL MAKE UP A HEADLINE AND ILL SAY ANYTHING I HAFTA #CAUSE ITS TWO FOR A PENNY IF I TAKE TOO MANY WEASEL JUS MAKES ME EAT EM AFTA #G O T A FEELIN BOUT THE HEADLINE(i do too so it must be true) I SMELLS ME A HEADLINE PAPES ABOUTA SELL LIKE WE WAS GIVIN EM AWAY #BETCHA DINNER ITS A DOOZEY BOUT A PISTOL PACKIN FLOOZEY (what a switch soon we'll all be rich #WHO DONT KNOW ANY BETTA WAY TO MAKE A NEWSIES DAY (don't know a betta way to make a newsies DAY) #the shart gallery

[whoops-im-obsessed]

Nice! Here's an incredibly specific suggestion: Hermitage Green's cover of Cosmic Love. (Find it on YouTube.)

Ok I don't know how you did it but ypu have reached into my brain and found the exact thing I was looking for, this is so cool!! I love how they go so hard on the guitar!! Thank you so much for the rec, brb I'm gonna go listen to this 35 times 🤣

#ask #ill-say-anything-i-hafta

[ghostlykeyes]

Can we get denji and aki takin care of u when ur sick?? <3

Denji

The first thing Denji does when you tell him you think you're getting sick is tell you that you'd better milk the hell out of it. "Take a bunch of days off," he suggests, even if all you're dealing with is the sniffles. "I'll hafta take time off to take care of ya, too, obviously," he says, and once he's committed to being your nurse there's no stopping him. He calls in for at least a week. (It's only because he wants to look after you. It has nothing to do with the fact that he just bought a new video game and he's been dying to play it, of course.)

Denji rushes out to the nearest convenience store for supplies, and even if you give him a list, he comes back with at least three full bags. He just grabs two of everything—zinc lozenges, cough syrup, allergy pills, alka-seltzers. "If you take, like, all of this at once I figured you'd probably get better instantly or something," he justifies, completely serious, and you make a mental note to explain to him that's not how medicine works when you're feeling better. For now, at least you're not going to run out of anything.

Your every wish is Denji's command. He's a sucker for you normally, but seeing your face flushed and eyes puffy and voice all scratchy tugs at his chest in a way he doesn't like much, and he's determined to make you comfy as possible. He'll rub your back, fluff your pillows, watch whatever you want on TV (even if he hates the show), and run to the other side of Tokyo to pick up lunch from your favorite carry-out place. Denji will do anything; all you have to do is ask.

Unless you specifically ask to be left alone, Denji cuddles you through your illness. He'll warm you up when the chills hit, hold a fan three inches from your face when you're sweating through your clothes, and just holds you any time in between. Plan on taking care of him, too, once you're feeling better, because he gets too close not to catch whatever you've come down with.

Aki

The moment you say "Good morning" to him and Aki hears the stuffiness in your voice, he knows you've come down with something. "If you're sick," he tells you, "you should go back to bed." He's stern when you're ill, but it's just because he knows what you need to get better. He won't rest until you're tucked into bed, you've taken some medicine, and you're trying to sleep.

Aki doesn't need a thermometer to tell if you're sick. He presses his lips to your forehead, resting against your flushed skin for a moment. If your skin's hot against his lips he knows you have a fever.

Ever the cook, Aki makes you a delicious, easy-on-the-stomach meal. He knows it's not as tasty when you can't season it properly, so he promises to make you your favorite meal when you're feeling better as long as you try to finish your food now. He also always has the perfect herbal tea on hand for whatever ails you, and makes a cup of that for you as well.

If you're too sick to focus on TV, Aki pulls a chair up next to your bed and reads to you. He doesn't mind if you fall asleep, or can't completely pay attention. He just wants to be a comforting presence for you, and his gentle, low voice narrating a good book definitely qualifies as comforting.

Aki doesn't want to catch what you've got, so don't expect him to crawl in bed with you at the end of the day. Instead, he pulls an air mattress out of storage and plops it down next to your bed. He won't completely cut you off, though; if you dangle a clammy, sick hand off the edge of the bed, he'll wind his fingers through yours and hold your hand 'til morning.

Aki's not squeamish. He doesn't mind dealing with all the gross parts of being sick, so if you need something, don't be embarrassed; just ask. Aki dutifully empties your barf bucket, changes the sheets if you sweat through them. and carries you to the bathroom if you don't think you can make it by yourself. He's gentle, and kind, and he'll never make you feel bad or gross for anything that happens while you're sick. If you start to fuss, he'll quickly shut it down; "It's okay," he reassures, "it happens to everyone when they're sick. Forget about it and just rest."

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man/reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man headcanons #denji x reader #denji/reader #aki hayakawa #aki x reader #aki hayakawa/reader #denji