SBI Movie Night
Philza and Techno are the ones that get the snacks and usually a few pizzas for their movie marathon
Wilbur bribes Tommy, allowing him to pick the genre in exchange for helping him make a blanket fort
Tommy brings a lot of squishmallows from his room and piles them in a corner
Each member has a favorite of Tommy's squishmallows
Tommy's is Calton the Cow, Techno’s is Brooke the polar bear, Wilbur’s is Sophie the lamb & Philza’s is the plague doctor one
Wilbur brings in fairy lights
There's a mismatch of blankets
Phil's patchwork blanket, Techno's cable knitted one and some weighted blankets as well
Philza always falls asleep halfway through the 2nd movie
Techno finds bad horror movies hilarious which calms Tommy’s fears a little but annoys the hell out of Will
Most of the group prefers salty popcorn over sweet—each gets their own bowl
Tommy throws popcorn at everyone until Philza tells him he’d have to clean it up
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I’m going to post more about smell headcanons later tonight but here’s a particular hard hitting little hc that I just came up with:
At a point during the l’manburg and Pogtopia confrontation Tommy had the smell of cigarette smoke clinging to him because of how much time he spent around Wilbur (who you can’t convince me doesn’t smoke at this point). And Tubbo would always smell of alcohol because of his time being a spy around Schlatt.
I feel like that communicates a lot about their characters, they have their share of negative traits but it isn’t ever just them. The horrible world they’ve grown up in rubs off on them with it being no fault of their own. They negatively effect those around them but it’s hard to blame them for it, they are just kids after all.
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Play Date with the Babysitter
Philza had agreed to babysit his sister’s kids, letting her husband take her on a date for their anniversary. ‘You do realize having it over FaceTime defeats the point of babysitting right?’ Philza sighed, not understanding why his sister set it up this way but alas money is money. And as an 18 year old, money was one the few things hard to come by. Money that was from his own labor and not a random $20 borrowed from his parents. ‘Well Techno’s pretty good at holding the fort down and I do want them to be independent—‘
‘—it’s not like they’re independent enough.’ Phil interrupted, trying to blow his fringe out of his face. ‘And I don’t see you having kids of your own any time soon. Like I was saying, they really only need company, not supervision. Plus you can show them your games, what is that one called again?’ While peeved she couldn’t remember the name, he appreciated she cared enough to try. ‘You mean Minecraft?’
‘Yea, that’s the one! I bet Tommy would love the little mushroom cows.’ Tommy being her youngest with barely a tooth in his mouth. ‘Fine, just have fun on your date night.’ Saying their goodbyes, they both hung up the phone.
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‘You need to make this’ is all Philza heard before seeing Tommy grab a mug, a half-full box of Oreos & a fork. Pausing his game, he watched as the 5-year-old stood alone in the kitchen. Philza not worrying in the slightest as Tommy used a chair as a stool. Wilbur and Techno shown in their respective rooms, Techno on his bed with a giant tome and glasses askew. ‘No’
A simple ‘yes’ passing Wilbur’s lips in rebuttal as he continued attempting to build a house out of cards. ‘Eh, might try it.’ Tommy ignored them, continuing on with his imaginary cooking show. ‘4 oreos, 1/4th cup milk, smash,’ grabbing the fork in a tight grip. ‘Pass,’ Techno grumbled once more, flipping to the next page.
‘Smash’
‘Don’t make it sexual,’ Phil groaned. The boys would be the death of him if they continued on with their bickering. Granted, he knew it was in the sibling job description to annoy the absolute piss out of one another.
‘Keep smashing’ Tommy continued, the mix turning into a slight sludge—slowly forming the base of a batter.
‘Passing.’ Hey, they hadn’t gotten into any fights so that was a win in Phil’s book.
‘Smashing’
‘It’s not sexual.’ Philza reiterated once more.
Tommy not minding the commentary as he found it hilarious continued, ‘one tablespoon sugar’ to which Techno monotonously quipped, ‘that’s a lot of sugar.’
‘It’s perfect’ Wilbur being the beacon of sunshine in Tommy’s eyes against Techno’s brooding nature. Then again Tommy never took it to heart, was just Techie being Techie. ‘It depends if you’re diabetic,’ Phil corrected. ‘One tablespoon flour.’
‘That’s a lot of flour’
‘It’s perfect’
‘No it looks okay’
‘One teaspoon baking powder’ Switching it up, Techno thought to be a smart ass, as to switch it up, ‘that’s not enough.’ Taking a minute to think about it after Will refuted it, ‘I don’t even know what that does actually.’ Eh, everything has a purpose when it comes to baking. Can easily fuck it up just as easily as you can substitute ingredients. ‘One teaspoon cocoa powder’
Ten pages during this whole exchange insofar, the brute tracked onward with his semi-failed attempts to annoy, ‘it’s not enough.’
‘Nuh uh, it’s perfect.’
‘It’s gonna balance out the sugar.’ Phil noting his sister was somewhat right, that they really didn’t need that much supervision as Tommy placed the set of measuring spoons into the sink.
Picking up the fork, Tommy showed them cup before prompting, ‘stir.’
‘Nope’ popping the p. ‘Yes’
And just to be a little shit himself despite him being the most ‘mature,’ piped in a ‘maybe.’
‘Then you’re going to want to put one Oreo, sink it below’ Tommy used the fork to push it down under the batter. ‘Why didn’t you just put 5?’ Phil thought that was a little below Techno’s cleverness from what he’d seen of the boy so far, ‘Don’t ask silly quest—‘
‘—Shut up—‘ Will’s patience running thin, knowing his twin was doing it to get under his skin. ‘—don’t be rude!’
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‘Pass’
‘Smash’
‘Don’t!’
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