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birdmenmanga · 2 years
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birdmen as presented by my bestie beloved @ashe-is-here​
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#just thinking thoughts...#might as well maintag this eh#birdmen#I love this for a lot of reasons including but not limited to#my first reaction upon seeing the title slide being 'lol eishi's so short he's not even blocked out by the title'#and then seeing that that was the very first bullet point in the following slide#also the way that 90% of this is correct#5% of the stuff is understandable misunderstandings#and the final 5% is just baseless personal headcanons I've presented as fact#birdmutuals furrowing their brows at 'kissing underneath the ecstasy of st teresa' and the 'robin and arthur have a thing for tater tots'#and even 'the dead birds twitch chat in takayama's brain'#dont worry about it. it's all in my head#I canNOT believe Takayama being a mechanic didn't make it onto the Takayama slide though you threw a right fit when you found out#like you nod your head when I tell you he absorbed the consciousness of the first bird jesus but when I say he's a mechanic you visibly turn#and yell 'WHAT?!' like THAT'S the weirdest thing you've heard about him#anyways I think this is both hilarious and sobering as it reflects both my own biases and also emery's biases regarding the series#sorry I am ignoring umino I don't mean to be a misogynist I'm just wildly distracted by whatever christian swag the tks trio have going on#it always comes down to the jesus christ kin. the religious weirdness. sorry for being like this (apology for me AND ashe)#but yeah I fucking prommy. i got 2 wips in the works regarding umino#I have no idea why he knows about ende though. when did I drop the fact that god lives in the amazon rainforest and uses they/them pronouns?#wait wiat wait since I have everybody's attention I am going to make this joke once again#'they're really putting the 'ende' in 'gender''#okay thank you for coming to my ted talk#anyways I love this alot and I am printing this out and putting it on my wall#(I am not but maybe I should cram all these slides into the desktop wallpaper folder)
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dr-aculaaa · 5 months
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“I need a nickname,” Steve blurts from his side of the couch.
“You need a nickname?” You question his urgency, not looking over your book just yet.
“Yeah- Like, you know, a cute one. One that only you call me-”
“What’s wrong with Honey Bear?” You cut him off, that getting you to stop mid-line on your page.
“Nothing’s wrong with Honey Bear…” the glow on the apples of his cheeks reflect the television, “Honey Bunny,” he shoots the matching name back at you with a titled gaze that asked you to help. “I want one that’s, y’know, unique.”
“Unique?” A single eyebrow raises, setting aside your book, knowing this will take a hot minute.
Captain, Sweets, Tater Tot, Big Guy, Big Mac, Macho Man, Cheesecake, Bubeleh-
No, Nah, Nope, Meh, No, Eh, Nah, Mm… No.
“Oh-!” your eyes go wide at a sudden lightbulb moment, a cheeky grin spreading from ear to ear that would make the Grinch and Cheshire Cat jealous. “I know the perfect name….” You begin to crawl over, making Steve smile wide at the sudden shortening of distance.
“Oh, yeah? Whatcha got for me?”
You chuckle through a bite of your lower lip, hand coming to his chest that rubs near the loose collar of his polo shirt, fingertips brushing against the peeking dark curls on his sternum,
“Tanuki.”
“Tanuki?” He echoes in a single nod, kind of liking the sound of that, “yeah, I like that. What is that?”
“It’s uhm, like a…. Japanese raccoon dog.”
“Oh… why did you think of that?”
“Because they’re cute, like you,” you keep that grin plastered as tips of noses boop, “-and they’re hairy,” the two of you giggle as your hand creeps into his shirt more.
Steve smiles, scanning your features as his hand comes to your side, “Yeah, I think I like that one. A cute and hairy Japanese raccoon dog.”
“Mhm,” you nuzzle into the juncture of his good smelling neck and shoulder, hand still rubbing his chest as you cuddle close and watch his show.
“A cute and hairy Japanese raccoon dog….
…… with big balls.”
(Tagging @deathbecomesthem for giving me this wonderful and hilarious thought. I love you.)
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bitchinbarzal · 1 year
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How does Ethan react if Tate is sick or in the hospital when he’s on the road
He woke up to a text from you
Hey, Tatum is in the hospital. Call me whenever you get a second.
He’s immediately phoning you, his heart beating a mile a minute.
“Hey, baby” you mumble on the other side of the phone.
“Where is she? What happened?”
You chuckle lightly on the other side of the phone
“She’s okay baby, promise” he lets out the breath he was holding and you continued “She was with Ryan and she fell down from the treehouse, hit her head and broke her arm”
You can hear Ethan clattering around in the back of the call before he says “I’ll be home soon-“
“Ethan Edwards don’t even think about it!” You scold.
He scoffs “Excuse me! Our daughter is in the hospital and you don’t want me there?”
“That’s not what I said, Tate wouldn’t want you to come home and miss hockey!”
You don’t reply, instead Ethan hears you mumbling in the back and tate’s sleepy voice.
“Yeah baby, it’s okay daddy’s just worried about you”
Ethan then asks you “Can you put her on the phone?”
You hum, putting him on speaker
“Daddy?” Tatum’s strained voice calls.
“Yeah baby, I’m here! I heard you’re being such a strong tot!”
Your hands are carding through her hair and you can see she’s so exhausted, her eyes are half open and her breaths are laboured
“Yeah daddy, I’m being so strong for you!”
“You sure are! I’ll be home to be with you soon, okay?”
She nods “Yeah”
You give her a soft smile and take him off speaker
“She’s gonna be okay Eth”
He hisses “I’m gonna fucking kill him y/n”
“Ethan…” “He let her get hurt, y/n! He keeps allowing her to get hurt — our baby!”
Your eyes close tightly at his tone
“Ethan I know! I know! Okay? Just go, go play hockey! I can’t listen to you scream at me because I didn’t protect my baby girl”
And you hung up.
Ethan text a few times but you ignored, focusing on Tatum’s surgery.
After the surgery you sent him a picture of her asleep
she’s out and she’s ok. they said probably eight weeks for healing time.
He didn’t reply. Not because he was ignoring you but because he was on a flight back to Jersey.
By the time midnight rolled around you were curled up in the uncomfortable green chair for the second night in a row, watching your girls chest rise and fall.
“I thought she’d pick pink for the cast” Ethan’s voice startled you, looking back to him you smiled softly.
“She wanted red to match her daddy’s jersey” you reply, hand holding his as it rests on your shoulder giving it a soft squeeze.
You both sit in silence until Tate groans, waking up
“Hey tater-tot”
“Daddy?”
“Yeah baby I’m here, you did so good!”
She smiles “Do you like the colour?”
“I love It! You look so cool” he cheers, fingers brushing her cheek
“Do you think uncle Luke will sign it?” She jokes and Ethan rolls his eyes
“I See breaking your arm never got rid of your sense of humour, eh?”
“Nope!”
“I’m so glad you’re okay, tater-tot”
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arsonforcharlie · 22 days
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psssssssssssst
you got takeout? awesome man, awesome
so what's in that bag for me, eh? you got me a lil sandwich too?
no?
so you only got enough taters so I could share those? well, that's not a full meal but-
what, you just got enough for yourself?
christ alive what am I gonna do wit ye
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arwen-star · 1 year
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Meanwhile, dinnertime at Pomefiore:
Epel: "What we need are a few good taters."
Rook: What's 'taters', precious? What's 'taters', eh?"
Vil: "PO-TA-TOES!"
Epel: "Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew! Lovely, big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish. Even you couldn't say no to that."
Vil: "Oh yes we could!"
Rook: "Spoil nice fish. Give it to us raw...and wriggling! You keep your nasty chips."
Epel: "...You're hopeless."
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mithrel · 21 days
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The description of Ithilien is one of the most beautiful in the books, and I wish I knew more about botany so I could appreciate it more.
He set the pans down, and then suddenly saw what Sam was doing. He gave a thin hissing shriek, and seemed to be both frightened and angry. 'Ach! Sss –no!' he cried. 'No! Silly hobbits, foolish, yes foolish! They mustn't do it!' 'Mustn't do what?' asked Sam in surprise. 'Not make the nassty red tongues,' hissed Gollum. 'Fire, fire! It's dangerous, yes it is. It burns, it kills. And it will bring enemies, yes it will.'' 'I don't think so,' said Sam. 'Don't see why it should, if you don't put wet stuff on it and make a smother. But if it does, it does. I'm going to risk it, anyhow. I'm going to stew these coneys.' … 'I'll see the fire don't smoke, if that's any comfort to you.' … Then he noticed a thin spiral of blue-grey smoke, plain to see as it caught the sunlight, rising from a thicket above him. With a shock he realized that this was the smoke from his little cooking-fire, which he had neglected to put out.'That won't do! Never thought it would show like that!' he muttered.
*headdesk* Sam, you should know better by now!
'Sméagol won't go, O no precious, not this time,' hissed Gollum. 'He's frightened, and he's very tired, and this hobbit's not nice, not nice at all. Sméagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and –taters. What's taters, precious, eh, what's taters?'* 'Po –ta –toes,' said Sam.
Sadly, I couldn't find a link to a good version of that video.
Yaaay, Faramir!!
'We have not found what we sought,' said one. 'But what have we found?' 'Not Orcs,' said another, releasing the hilt of his sword, which he had seized when he saw the glitter of Sting in Frodo's hand. 'Elves?' said a third, doubtfully. 'Nay! Not Elves,' said the fourth, the tallest, and as it appeared the chief among them. 'Elves do not walk in Ithilien in these days. And Elves are wondrous fair to lookupon, or so 'tis said.' 'Meaning we're not, I take you,' said Sam. 'Thank you kindly.'
LOL! Sam being very Sam in this chapter.
It was Sam's first view of a battle of Men against Men, and he did not like it much. He was glad that he could not see the dead face. He wondered what the man's name was and where he came from; and if he was really evil of heart, or what lies or threats had led him on the long march from his home; and if he would not really rather have stayed there in peace.
I wish there was more than just this bit about the Southrons. This is the closest we get to a sympathetic view of them. They can't all be Evil and Wrong.
'See here, Captain!' He planted himself squarely in front of Faramir, his hands on his hips, and a look on his face as if he was addressing a young hobbit who had offered him what he called 'sauce' when questioned about visits to the orchard. There was some murmuring, but also some grins on the faces of the men looking on: the sight of their Captain sitting on the ground and eye to eye with a young hobbit, legs well apart, bristling with wrath, was one beyond their experience. 'See here!' he said.
I love Sam so much this chapter.
They stood on a wet floor of polished stone, the doorstep, as it were, of a rough-hewn gate of rock opening dark behind them. But in front a thin veil of water was hung, so near that Frodo could have put an outstretched arm into it. It faced westward. The level shafts of the setting sun behind beat upon it, and the red light was broken into many flickering beams of ever-changing colour. It was as if they stood at the window of some elven-tower, curtained with threaded jewels of silver and gold, and ruby, sapphire and amethyst, all kindled with an unconsuming fire.
-heart eyes emoji-
Sam, not used to being waited on, looked with some surprise at the tall man who bowed, holding a basin of water before him. 'Put it on the ground, master, if you please!' he said. 'Easier for me and you.' Then to the astonishment and amusement of the Men he plunged his head into the cold water and splashed his neck and ears. 'Is it the custom in your land to wash the head before supper?' said the man who waited on the hobbits. 'No, before breakfast,' said Sam. 'But if you're short of sleep cold water on the neck's like rain on a wilted lettuce. There! Now I can keep awake long enough to eat a bit.'
*sporfle*
Reading this chapter brings back all the bitterness of how PJ butchered Faramir's character. And I love Sam telling him he's a good person.
Re: Aragorn and Eowyn, it's awkward, since Aragorn is just nice to her because that's who he is, and he knows full well she's in love with him, but he can't do anything about it and he knows it's hopeless.
Also the whole "duty" speech may seem harsh (and in a way it is) but it has nothing to do with her being a woman. I refuse to believe Aragorn is prejudiced against women warriors. It's more about the fact that he's spent all his life holding himself to an unbelievably high standard of duty, he can't do what he most wants because he has a Destiny (and also because Elrond won't let him marry Arwen until he's king, lol only the best for my bbgirl!Elrond) and he expects others to do the same.
As he says, someone would have had to guard Theoden's people, and Eowyn was the one chosen, so she can't ride off and do what she wants; and her interpreting it as "Oh, you're being misogynistic and only want us to die when you're already dead" is understandable, given her background and the fact that she doesn't really know him but not at all what he's saying. Everyone's in Deep Shit rn and Aragorn knows it, and there's the chance that everyone is going to have to fight, whether or not they can win, because that's the only thing they can do against the Darkness.
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coelii · 1 month
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“What’s taters precious? What’s taters eh?”
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It’s 1989, Nora Maisel is five years old, and she breaks her arm after being shoved unceremoniously off of the monkey bars at recess. 
“Who did it?” Joel snaps as he arrives at the hospital that afternoon, shedding his winter coat. “I’ll kill ‘em.” 
“You’ll…kill a five-year-old girl?” Julia Maisel asks her father-in-law, utterly perplexed. 
“You know what I mean,” Joel says, flapping his arms. 
“No one knows what you mean,” Esther tells him as she steps up behind him. “You are, as usual, incomprehensible.” She kisses her father’s cheek before hugging her sister-in-law. “How’s Nora?” 
“Shook up, but she’ll be okay,” Julia assures them. “She’s very excited about having people sign her hard cast.” 
“Just don’t let Lenny draw dicks on it,” Joel quips. 
Esther rolls her eyes. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you over all of that ugly bitterness.” 
“Behave, or I’ll find straight jackets for both of you,” Ethan warns as he steps out into the waiting room. “I know they have ‘em here somewhere.” 
“How is she?” Esther asks. 
“She’s a trooper,” Ethan waves a hand. “She picked out the brightest pink cast they had, and she’s thrilled.” 
Julia chuckles. “I’m gonna go back and sit with her.” 
“Ma is back with her, so she’s not by herself,” Ethan reminds her. 
“Midge is already here?” Joel asks, confused. 
“She was my first call,” Ethan tells him. 
“Why?” 
Ethan flounders a little. “Cuz…cuz she’s Ma.” 
“Dad here?” Esther asks. 
“He took Noah to get something to eat in the cafeteria,” Julia smiles. “They’re on the hunt for tater tots.” 
“Not exactly healthy,” Joel grumbles. 
“The last time you had the twins, you fed them twizzlers for dinner,” Ethan reminds him. 
“I’m here!” Kitty chirps as she dashes over with Ella in her arms. “Is Nora okay? What happened? I just got a message that said she was here.” 
“Some little jerk pushed her off the monkey bars at school,” Esther explains. “She broke her arm.” 
“But I’d like to reiterate that she’s okay,” Julia jumps. “Really. She’s a tough little cookie.” 
“Of course she is, she’s a Maisel,” Joel points out. 
“The point is, she’s gonna be fine,” Julia says calmly. 
“Oh, good, I’m so glad,” Lily says from behind them, making everyone jump. 
“Hey, Lilbit,” Ethan says. “Thanks for coming.” 
“Of course,” Lily grins. “I brought snacks.” She lifts up a shopping bag of pretzels and various other snack foods, which Julia takes and starts rummaging through, obviously hungry. “Lan called from LA. He says he’s sending Nora get-well-soon chocolate.” 
“Lan called you?” Joel asks, perplexed. 
“And Chaim called me,” Kitty says as she sets Ella down on a chair with a stuffed animal. “He’s completely stuck at the paper until tonight, but he’s sending some form of adorable plush toy to your place.” 
“Aw, that’s sweet of him,” Julia grins as she munches on some chips. 
“And Mei left a message on my pager,” Ethan says. “She sends lots of love, and she’s also gonna send soup, apparently.” 
“God I love that woman,” Julia sighs. 
Joel wrinkles his nose at the mention of his estranged second wife.
“Hey, the gang’s all here,” Lenny says as he carries Noah up to the group. 
“Hi!” Noah chirps, waving a hand. 
“Hey, buddy!” Ethan grins, lifting his son. “You find those tater tots?” 
Noah nods enthusiastically. “Pop-Pop helped me put hot sauce on them!” With that, he blows a breath right at Ethan’s face and giggles as his father recoils a little. 
Lenny looks a little guilty. “Sorry, kid. Your son inherited your mother’s love of spicy food.” 
“It could be worse,” Ethan shrugs as he tries to get some non-toxic air. “He could have inherited her self-destructive nature, or her penchant for dirty jokes.” 
“Eh, he still might,” Lenny shrugs as he kisses Kitty, Esther and Ella. “Hi, girls.” 
“Hi, Daddy.” 
“Hey, Dad.” 
“Pop-Pop!” 
“Lenny,” Joel grouses. 
Lenny nods. “Joel.” 
“One brave kid comin’ through!” Midge calls as she carries Nora over to the group, her arm in a hefty, electric pink cast. 
“Hey, there’s my baby,” Julia beams, taking Nora from her mother-in-law. “How do you feel, Nora?”
“I’m tired, and I’m hungry,” she says, settling her head against her mother’s shoulder. 
“We’re all a little hungry,” Julia commiserates. “Who’s up for Chinese food?” 
Ella perks up then, looking up from her toy. “Dumplings?” she squeaks. 
“You bet your cute little tush, dumplings,” Lenny chuckles, lifting her up and kissing her cheek noisily. 
Kitty laughs softly. “We’re in.” 
“Same,” Esther grins. “I finished up all my meetings for the day this morning.” 
“Miss big-shot lawyer,” Midge beams, tugging her into a hug. 
Lily looks at her watch and then seems to do some math in her head. “I can study more later.” 
“You work too hard,” Ethan complains. “And you don’t come for dinner enough.” 
“That’s what I keep telling her,” Lenny agrees. 
“Excuse you, I’m studying for something very important,” Lily defends herself with a laugh. “I’d like to be Doctor Bruce before the next century starts.” 
“I wanna be doctor, too!” Noah chimes in. 
“Two doctors in the family, I’ll just kvel so hard I’ll die,” Midge jokes.
“I’m gonna call the paper and let Chaim know where we’re going to dinner,” Ethan says, handing Noah over to Esther. “Maybe he can sneak off early and meet us.” 
“Fat chance, Mr. bigshot New York Times editor that he is,” Lenny jokes.
“Good Chinese or the place with the sewer water eggrolls?” Midge offers. 
“I am not feeding Ella sewer water,” Kitty tells her.
Midge nods. “Good place it is.” 
“Ella, will you sign my cast?” Nora asks, doing her best to lift her broken arm.
“Sure I will!” Ella chirps. “I’ll draw a big pretty heart.” 
“Yay!” 
“Is it weird to anyone else how much they like each other?” Joel asks. 
“No, they’re cousins, why wouldn’t they like each other?” Julia asks. 
“I dunno. Just…they’re very different,” Joel shrugs. 
“I have seventeen cousins,” Julia reminds him. “And when you put us in a room together, you can’t drag away from each other.” 
“Anyways,” Joel mutters. “I gotta get to the club, so I’ll miss dinner.” 
“We’ll eat a few dumplings for you,” Esther promises.
“Bye, Zeyde!” Nora says. 
“Bye, Nora, feel better, Sweetie.” 
Everyone else says their goodbyes and watches Joel go, and once he’s out of earshot, Esther turns to the rest of the group.
“Anyone else a little weirded out that he was here?” she asks quietly. 
“Big time,” Ethan agrees as he steps back over. “Chaim is meeting us at the restaurant.” 
“Why was it weird?” Midge frowns. “Joel cares.” 
“He hasn’t shown up to any family event or holiday in the last year,” Julia points out. “Ever since Mei went out to LA to be closer to Lan, he’s totally dropped off.” 
“Well, maybe he’s trying,” Midge offers.
“Don’t defend him, Ma, he’s not worth it,” Ethan reminds her. “Who’s hungry?” 
Julia’s hand shoots up first, followed by the kids and Lenny. 
“Then let's get a move on. They’re already gonna be pissed that we’ve got ten people and no reservation.” 
And they do.
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“‘Sméagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and – taters. What's taters, precious, eh, what's taters?'
'Po – ta – toes,' said Sam. 'The Gaffer's delight, and rare good ballast for an empty belly.’”
HOLY SHIT I THOUGHT THEY MADE THIS PART UP FOR THE MOVIE 😱
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glitteringaglarond · 1 year
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Sméagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and – taters. What's taters, precious, eh, what's taters?'   'Po – ta – toes,' said Sam. 
Here she is!
The iconic line!
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patrickbabeman · 1 year
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Aromantic
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“Which guy do you have a crush on, Liza?”
Silent confusion dripped between the gaps
Of the processed plywood desks, lined up in rows
A quick scan, a panicked glance, an analytical
Measurement, of handfuls of fifth graders
“I don’t have one.”
“Yeah, okay. Tell us, who is it actually?”
The dripping quiet coalesced
Into something thicker, darker, emptier
“…Dixon.”
His name was reminiscent of Ticonderoga pencils
So it was the first name that came to mind
As graphite smudges stained our grimy skin
.
“Which guy do you have a crush on, Liza?”
Moving schools means struggling to make friends
Making friends means chatter at the lunch table
Swapping tater tots and apple slices
Spitting gossip between swallows
A month is not long enough to memorize
Twenty names; only one came to mind just then.
“Andrew”, the boy who went to Mass sometimes
And sat somewhat nearby in math class
Andrew didn’t enjoy being the object of my affection;
Fortunately, I had none to give.
The small familiarity we had turned to vitriol
As the sticky void of quiet clung to cafeteria tile
Leaving trailing footprints out to the playground
.
“A guy has a crush on you, Liza”
“Okay.”
Gloopy grey fingerprints clung to green paint
As popular girls leaned against locker doors
“It’s Zach, from your math class.”
“Okay.”
The starless abyss trickled down concrete brick walls
Coating the textbooks sitting on the wobbly shelf
“Don’t you want to ask him out?”
“No.”
“Why?”
Sneakers aren’t particularly buoyant;
The void is hungry. Every step grows heavier.
“Why?”
The grey gloom whispers lonely, empty, broken
“I don’t like him, anyway.”
Plodding off to Geography class,
Chunks of shame squelch as they hit
The hallway floor behind me
.
“Don’t you have a crush on them, Liza?”
Thinking about them made me anxious
And the desperate grey loneliness kept creeping
Up my arms
I didn’t want to drown
I wanted a future I could hold safely in my hands
“I guess so. It’d be nice to live in Japan.”
“They’d never go for it!”
“Maybe. I might move to Britain, then.”
My friend Grace perks up, and that joy was stronger
Than the tin-foil future crumpling in my palms
The viscous pit of silence roared amidst bile and acid
You have to choose, you know,
Between your friends and partner
The clock ticked to 3:07 AM
And we agreed to go to bed
Surely the anxiety would die by morning
.
Honey-thick dread crawled up my throat in sleep
And I choked on imagined misery til morning
.
“Who do you have a crush on, Liza?”
“Eh, I’m not really into any of the guys here;
I don’t really care about looks, and none of them
Really have a great personality.”
The cheers of agreement across the room felt hollow
But they were driftwood to cling to, a buoy of
You’re only making the smart choice for your future.
Shaking slimy droplets from sticky fingers, I sighed;
There were more pressing worries to attend to, as
The States Forensics Competition loomed overhead
.
There is only so much time a person can stand
Jumping into mud pits of horrified anxiety
Until they start to drown
There is only so long a person can reach
For what doesn’t exist
And pretend they aren’t sinking into exhaustion
Men began to seem less like potential partners
And more like diving boards
.
The quiet was sickeningly sweet
The void a sucking leech
And there was no salt to shrink it
.
The word “aromantic” felt dirty,
Green and grey stripes, stained, ugly, slick
With every implication held within it:
Alone, unable to love, broken, forgotten
Called to be a nun, if they’re lucky
Flaunting God’s purpose, if they’re not.
A friend held the word in her palm and I ran from it,
Convinced I’d stain my skirt and dignity.
We didn’t stay friends much longer,
But the shame stuck to strands of hair
And crawled like lice
.
Rivulets of lime and sage trickled down
Slumped shoulders, an aching back, and curled fists.
A neon signal of spite: “I tried romance and it stung;
I tried being full of love and I was empty;
I tried to make a void a relationship and I failed.”
I clung to asexuality like a lifeline:
I can still love, I promise;
I don’t want sex, but I’m not unloveable
Please don’t abandon me, I promise I can do it
I picked apart every friendship I had
Analyzed every heartbeat, glance, and text with rigor
Trying to find something
.
Like a biologist with a beaker of ground up spinach
Phosphorylated chlorophyll sludge smeared it all
I could not run from the slimy streaks on my hands
There was nothing
There was nothing
There was nothing
Just friends, and a Discord account, and frustration
.
Lonely is a green word
As is fear
But anxiety is red, and I thought
Every panicked heartbeat might reveal an exception
To the undropped pins in the auction house candles
No needle dropped to break
The thickened soundlessness
How could they, when the wax was never burned?
.
There was no exception
Only green and grey stripes on a flag
And an answer I didn’t want
.
I used a new Picrew for a Discord pfp
There were two options for pride flag buttons
I chose the purple and black stripes I’d painted
Onto my first wooden sword with watercolors
And stared at the swathes of second options
Impassively. No honeyed fear crept up my throat,
Not now, with friends three times my age
Who were aro and happy. They showed a future
That wasn’t just tin foil and fear: Singleness
And friendship, and plane tickets to other states
.
I picked the aromantic button
And added my new pfp
The tiny circle was too small to see
But I smiled; and quietly asked close friends:
“I think I might be aromantic; can we talk?”
.
The aroace flag looks exactly like a beach towel
Sunrises on the ocean were painted, sewn, drawn
My parents were overjoyed that I was taking
Such an interest in art during quarantine
.
But, in privacy,
I painted leaves, vines, and grass on creamy paper,
Verdant dragonflies against a starry sky,
Koalas munching on eucalyptus,
Elephants tearing up snacks with their trunks,
Pokémon with fun new color palettes,
So the dripping quiet void couldn’t stay colorless.
The grey blobs coating my skin no longer stung;
I had energy, and encouragement, and new friends.
Love is a green word, and it filled the emptiness;
Tar, slime, and honey slowly came unstuck,
And clean green thumbs shone against ceramic
As I washed my hands before baking focaccia
.
There is great joy
In learning how to love
The way you are able
.
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Mama Batata ended up adopting Sleet Starch into the Fries family!
Is Sleet Starch nervous? Yeah.. But would he complain about it? They didn't want to make Mama Batata sad so he just rolled with it. Gotta play it cool. Not cold.
How would the Fries siblings interact or react upon meeting Sleet Starch as a sibling for the first time?
Tater Doll: hi hi hi! I'm Tater Doll, can I shake your hand? *Holds Sleet Starch's hand* oh! Brr! That's really cold, I like it!
Tato Tornado: f##king s##t another one?
Tate-Tapps: oh hi! Do you dance? I'm pretty good at it, can I show you my dance moves?
Waffey Frey: well I'll be! Howdy there! The name's Waffey Frey!
Cottage Spud: ah... Another sibling, how cute...
Wedge Hedge: don't even think of talking to me...
Shu Fru: uh uh uh *panics*
Smil-o Fry-o: hey hey! New sib! Sweet!
Bob: sup... I'm Bob
Piketato: hmm, not much of a talker eh? I understand... It's overwhelming for you, You'll get used to it eventually
Ipomowl: *growls* BACK. OFF...
Spud Box: whoa! I like your cool cold effect flowing out of you!
Frapple Dud: well howdy! Ain't ya such a sweet eyed bot! I'm Frapple Dud!
Russoak: oh hey?
Calamariano: how you doin? Calamariano is the name, how about yours?
Jalatato: dawg, you look scared, what's the matter?
Potato Stakes: 안녕하세요~! 저는 Potato Stakes입니다. 제 형제자매들에게 미안합니다... 행동(hello~! I'm Potato Stakes, sorry for some of my siblings... behavior)
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bbbearwin · 1 year
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for patches: 👻🎭
🎕 Ask Game Link 🎕
👻 - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?
.....are we playin' this game missy..... alright. no. never. i ain't never seen no ghosts, no apparitions, no nothin'. my herd believes none of that hillbilly superstition business. Anybody round' here sayin' otherwise's head been knocked so plumb silly they couldn't even pour piss out of a boot with the instructions written square on the damned fucking heel, bless their heart.
[As he keeps going, it becomes quickly evident there's a real dripping sarcasm to every word he says. He gives you a loaded look before going back to reach for some vodka on the top shelf for a drink]
🎭 - do they act differently around certain people? what’s different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?
strangers? eh. they're handy tools. playthings i guess. ain't got anythin' personal against people, they jus' don't mean nothin' to me. 'less they're prettier than a peach, richer'n Croesus, or get me grinnin' like a possum eatin' a sweet tater.... then maybe.... [he pauses, seeming to catch themself before shrugging it off] Most folks can just deal with whatever I feel like they're gettin' though.
[he's mixing the vodka now with lemonade and light ice, their tail simultaneously reaching for a glass to dip the rim in some juice before plunging it again in sugar.] I respect my herd. Don't keep "friends". Life is just hunky dory the way it is, feller like me don't need much else.
Now then, [he gestures, and the beverage is somehow already resting in your hand, a strawberry slice perfectly placed on the sugar coated rim of the fruity refreshment you ordered. it looks much more appetizing than you were expecting.] A generous tip would be mighty kind of ya, little lady.
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oo-hazel-oo · 2 years
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My time has come. I am sending you a list😂 feel free to skip them though! <3💜
3, 4, 5, 10, 13, 16, 17, 19, 21, 22, 27, 28, 29
I hope I got the one you really wanted😂
ahh jinn, thank you!! 🥺💕 these were sooo fun to answer!!
you better be staying hydrated and getting plenty of rest (especially after watching that episode today 😅)!!
hope you have an amazing day!! <3
3. a specific color that gives you the ick?
neon orange gives me big ick.
4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?
hmmm... if there was a mythical creature that existed irl, i'd definitely want it to be the loch ness monster (apparently there's a newspaper here in uk that will pay good money if you snap a pic of it) 😂
5. favorite form of potato?
i love a good baked potato with loads of toppings. also, tater tots!!
10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?
orange juice!! for some reason apple juice makes my motion sickness ten times worse.
13. first thing you’re doing in the purge?
probably dying tbh. my survival skills are nonexistent 💀
16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?
i’m actually not a fan! not big on mint-flavored things in general. but chocolate i loveeee <3
17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday?
okay wait, this is a weird one, but whenever my flatmates put something in the microwave and then leave the kitchen, i'm always worried it's gonna blow up or something, so i go into there and watch it to make sure it's okay. i have a lot of cooking-related anxiety lol 😅
19. the veggie you dislike the most?
hmmm maybe celery? the texture freaks me out a bit.
21. a number that weirds you out?
anything with a 3 in it. idk why, it's the first thing that came to mind.
22. do you have an emotional support water bottle?
eh, not really. i have a water bottle, but i don't use it nearly as much as i should. i do wanna get some cute stickers for it though!! (you inspired me lol)
27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?
i got some dungarees recently that i've gotten a lot of compliments on! i usually put them on over a turtleneck or vintage grandpa sweater, and pair them with my old converse that desperately need to be cleaned.
28. last meal on earth?
probably just a massive meal with of all my favorite foods! also scrambled eggs, which i love, but can't eat because of an egg intolerance, which would be irrelevant if it’s my last day on earth.
29. preferred pasta noodle?
when i’m cooking for myself, i’m not picky, i love them all!! when i’m at a restaurant, it’s whatever looks easiest to pronounce 😂
🌷 weirdly specific asks 🌷
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This is literally all I gathered from the latest ep.
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