Janus: *checks Limoncello Bottle*

"Who are you" "I'm you but I can say fuck" meme but with Ghostbur and Revivebur

People really out here saying 'women can't be superheros (or in positions of power at all) because they're too emotional' and ignoring that Captain America: Civil War is all about two grown men starting a fight and splitting their team in two because they couldn't talk it out like civilized adults

Another fun fact: Roman, Remus, and Virgil's were all in the same fic

Objectively, the dumbest things the sides have done in my fics (not taking into account why they did them) (TW)

Roman: Threw himself down a staircase

Orange: Kissed Logan years after they broke apart their mutually toxic relationship

Janus: Fell off a cliff (and just barely caught himself)

Remus: Made a painting with his own blood

Patton: Agreed to go on a long hike with his friends when he's never been able to before (and was out of breath by the top of the first hill and had to be carried by Remus)

Logan: Realized wayyy too late that Remus (his best friend and previous roommate) and Roman (his friend and current roommate) were brothers

Virgil: Met Roman and in less than a minute, in his second sentence spoken to him, called him out for self-harming

Same on the tentacles, holy shit on the art that's fantastic

Well, you could not expect that you will throw out the tea party with the theme of Mad Max and I will not draw Remus for this

(If anyone's wondering, Remus is talking about octopuses: they have no bones, so as long as their beak fits through an opening, the entire rest of their body can squeeze through. It's really cool. They're are boneless masterpieces.)

'Daydream Mode' is when Roman has full creative control, right? So I'm just imagining like:

Remus, ranting to Janus: —as long as their beak fits through, the entire rest of them, because that's the only solid part, can squish through—

Remus: *suddenly collapses without warning*

Janus, flipping the page of his book unconcernedly: Someone must have turned on Daydream mode.

Okay, yeah, cool, "I find your lack of faith disturbing" and all that, but dude. Ani. My guy. These guys don't know the Jedi ways. Of course they have no faith in it.

I mean, the most of The Force they've seen is you strangling a guy, which you could do with your hands, or a rope, if you weren't a drama queen. You're the force-user, the trained-to-be-Jedi on the ship. If you want them to have faith in you, you gotta explain The Force and the Jedi ways, and their power, because they have no way to educate themselves on it.

How about instead of killing people, you make a powerpoint and sit them down and tell them why they should have faith.

Logan: Let me get this straight—

Patton: Good luck with that!

Logan: You made a two-layer lemon cake.

Patton: Yes.

Logan: It is not vegan or gluten-free, only dairy-free. It has eggs and wheat.

Patton: Yes.

Logan: Your mother is allergic to gluten, your brother is vegan and doesn't like lemon, your father isn't a huge fan of desserts.

Patton: Yes.

Logan: So you made an entire two-layer cake that only you can eat.

Patton: Yes.

Logan: And you made it how long ago?

Patton: Yesterday.

Logan: And you've eaten how much?

Patton: Half.

Logan: ...How.

Patton:

̴̢͈̘̫̟͍̠̙̻̹͑̿l̴̛͎̪͚̺͚̪͂̊̅̅̈̌̈́̌̕͠e̵̡̱̦͎̹͍͉̭̗͙͇͍̖̹̩̾̌̔͛̑̽̄͋̚͠ ̵̧̢̗̑̔͐̈́̓̑͊̈́̓̈́͗͌̓̇͒̑̉͘͜m̸̰̖̲̪̋̅̍̈́́̈̓̈̂͒̓̓͘͜͝ȏ̵͔̞̘̹̤͈̈́̈́̎̉́̔̉̈́̂͊̚͘͠͝͝ǹ̸̝̞͇̣̪̻́̂̂̂̏̅̌͌̽̂͒̀́͘͝ ̴̡̙͉͎͈̦͙̖͍͉͖̝̺̀́̈́̑́̄͘͠ ̴̢̧̱̝̫̝͇͍͉͈̙̱͕̣̙͖̲̹͋̿́͐͗̀̈́̅̇̓͜c̷̨̳̩̳̮͈̞̪͖͎͎͉̏͆́̃̚͠á̶̢̝̩̽͂̌͛͆̀̐̂̃̇͂̊̈́͒̇̑̕͝ ̸̢̟̮͚̫͔͈̖̟̥̗̣̰̮̓̈́̈́̏͐̅̎̿̋̚̚k̸͓̗̲͍̯͈̯͆̌̈́̿̒͛̾͊̒͗̒͋̚͝ ̵̡̡̨̧̛̮͙̯͕̤̮͇̥̽̒̐̈́͑̂͌̔̈͑̓̽̚ḝ̷̢̦̮̣̺̭̭͉̈́̄́̿̆̂͘͝ͅ ̸̫̥̗̳͎̮͕̬̼̬̥̘̑͑̑̀̈̓͛̔̈́̊́̌͘͜͠ ̷̢̡͈̝͚̖̙̩̺̼͔̭̻͚̝̹̀ ̴̨̩̣̳̜͓̠̘̗̟̦͇̪̳̗̈́̅͛̄͊͜͝͝

Another very good explanation, and you are correct, I love the smell of dove soap

The human memory is so weird.

Example: every single time I smell a bar of dove soap, I think of this one kid I used to go to school with. Now, I can't tell you his age. I can't tell you his favorite color. I can hardly tell you his first name.

But I remember that he always smelled like dove soap.

No matter what. It's like he carried dove soap around in his pockets. Just plain old dove white soap. And it was so strong but not overpowering— like, it wasn't a dove deodorant or something, it was like straight-up smelling a bar of dove soap whenever you were near him.

So now every time I smell dove soap he pops into my mind.

Why?

I can hardly remember my tumblr password sometimes, I forgot my own age a bit ago and had to use a calculator to figure it out. But no matter what, I remember this kid from fifth grade always smelled like dove soap.

Science side of tumblr please explain

Right now there's a #FandersDisabilityPositivity on Twitter, and there isn't one here, but I figured, why not, here's some things about me (aka here's what I've been professionally diagnosed with so far):

- ADHD (I think this is why I'm so bad at tone regulation online?? If I sound mean I promise I don't mean to I'm just bad at getting my tone across through text)

- OCD (So I'm very familiar with intrusive thoughts lol)

- Anxiety

- Depression

- Asthma

(Also just I joke about serious things or when I'm uncomfortable sometimes as a coping mechanism, so if I do, it's not because I don't take it seriously, it's because I take it too seriously)

Anyway! If you can't tell, my current hyperfixation is Sander Sides, and this account is so good for that because I get to share my thoughts and people actually want to hear them??? Wild

JUST FINISHED LUKA AND MY GOD WHY AM I CRYING OVER FISH BOYS