Mushroom Sky, Mushroom Sky, Whatever Could It Mean?

Little Thomas, in his kitchen, singing the '(blank blank) bo b(blank) banana fana fo f(blank) me my mo m(blank), (blank)' song on repeat with different words

In his head-

Thomas/Remus: Cat cat bo bat banana fana fo fat me my mo mat, caaaat

Thomas/Remus: Dog dog bo bog banana fana fo fog me my mo mog, doooog

(several verses later, running out of words)

Thomas/Remus: Luck luck bo buck banana fana fo fu—

Patton: *slaps hand over Remus's mouth*

Thomas: *slaps hand over his own mouth, eyes wide* Sorry!

Thomas's Parents: *eyes wide, not mad though*

Thomas/Remus: I'm gonna stop singing now...

Logan, in front of camera: Yeah, I'm good at baking because it's a science, I follow instructions exactly and get the desired outcome.

- (Flashback) -

Remus: A fourth teaspoon of cinnamon? You're fucking with me. What do you think this is, radioactive?

Remus: 1/6 cup? Eh, this'll be close enough

Remus: This frosting doesn't have salt? Seriously, the recipe's fucking with me. You can't have frosting without salt.

Remus: I'm out of almond flour for macarons? Eh, I'll grind my own

-

Interviewer: And how do you feel about Remus's baking always turning out better than yours?

Remus: *in background, putting cinnamon and chili powder in his hot chocolate*

Logan: *eye twitches* It's fine.

Janus: Yeah, I can look at their bank account and the worth of every item they own. Money is more than just the material objects of bills and coins.

Logan: *huff*

Logan. "Why don't you believe ghosts are real?"

Janus. "I've never seen one."

Logan. "Okay, I mean, there's a lot of things that you can't see that you— that are real."

Janus. "What can't I see?"

Logan. "You can't see gravity, that's real."

Janus. "Yeah, I can drop an apple."

Logan. "Fuck."

Y'know how if there's a hot character in a movie/series/video game people will crush on them and idolize them?

"Then they're missing out. There is no video game character as cool as Frogger! Heck, he eats fly for breakfast... And trying to cross a busy road without losing his froggy life? Ooh! Talk about ribbiting."

Not saying LilyPaddton's got the hots for the Frogger frog, but... LilyPaddton's got the hots for the Frogger Frog.

Patton, poking his head into the dark side lounge: Hey, it's time for d—

Remus: *knees pulled into his chest, having a crisis, mumbling about reindeer*

Logan: *beating Janus over the head and shoulders with a pillow, yelling at him*

Janus: *trying to duck Logan and laughing, saying something about not regretting anything*

Virgil: *sitting in an armchair, on his phone*

Virgil, looking up: Hey, Padre. Dinner?

Patton: *nods*

Patton: Is this... Are they okay?

Virgil: Oh, this is just a Wednesday. 's why I'm always with you and Roman.

Patton: Please... Feel free to come to our side anytime.

Remus, proud of knowing something: Logan. I have a fact.

Logan, not looking up from his book: Proceed.

Remus: Male reindeers lose their antlers in the winter, while female reindeers don't. All of Santa's reindeers have antlers, meaning they're all female, but the media says they're men because they don't want a team of strong females depicted.

Logan: Or they aren't cis. Ever think about that?

Remus: Wait wha—

Logan: Maybe they're transgender. Don't be a bigot, Remus.

Remus: I'M NOT—

Remus: Wait—

Remus: Am I being a bigot???

Logan: I don't know, are you? You're assuming their gender aligns with their sex.

Remus: *now having a crisis*

Janus, walking past, unable to help it: So you could say they're... Transgendeer.

Logan, hopping up, beating Janus with a pillow: I'm trying to escape Patton's constant puns, goddamnit!

Perler Bead Animal Sides!

I was hanging out with my little cousin and we were doing crafts together, so ofc, this is what I did XD Can you tell Janus was the freeform one?

Just Roman Being Relatable In My Band AU Fic

"We— wait, when did it get so dark outside?”

"I fucked up here, didn’t I?”

“This is it. This tells us if we get to play at the festival, in front of people, or not. ...I can't open it.”

Roman competed at a few games, whined about how they were rigged, and then was immediately shown up by Virgil as he nailed them. He pouted until the next game, and then the cycle continued.

“I don't know about anyone else, but I feel like I’m pretty obvious about my sexuality."

“Are they in a cult?”

“Okay, I’m asking now: What else can you do? What other special powers do you have? What else are you incredibly good at?”

"Mine’s not as deep or anything, but I’ve never actually dated anyone. I have this reputation for being loved by everyone and having had a bunch of relationship experience, but I’ve never even kissed anyone before."

(What are you going to do, threaten them?) “No, I’ll have Remus threaten them, because he’s much more intimidating than me. I’m about as scary as a sprig of rosemary.”

"I’m scared that when anyone gets close, they'll realize they don't love me and just leave."

You Can Do Nice Things For "Selfish" Reasons.

Doing something nice for a "selfish" or self-serving reason doesn't cancel out the fact that you did a nice thing. Unless you tell them, nobody knows your motivation behind doing the nice thing.

It makes no difference to them.

Bring home-baked goods to a gathering so people compliment your food and tell you how incredible at baking you are. Donate to charity to impress people. Smile and be kind and polite so people like you. Compliment people in the hopes they'll compliment you back. Help someone pick up their things because it makes you feel like the main character. Let a stressed parent with crying children cut ahead of you in line because you just want the loud kids to be gone as soon as possible.

People don't know why you did it.

People do know what you did.

People know you brought home-baked goods to a gathering. Charity got a donation. People know you were smiling and kind and polite to them. People know they got a compliment. People know someone helped them pick up their things. The parent knows you did a kind thing for them.

Whether you do it selflessly or self-servingly, your action doesn't change, nor does its impact.

Not doing nice things because you "just want something in return so it's selfish" is worse than doing nice things for self-serving reasons.

Putting good vibes out into the world because you want to pretend you're a dashing and chivalrous young lad whose wealthy family tragically passed leaving you to inherit the mysterious family mansion and all the men admire you and all the ladies talk about what an honest, good young man you are and all the nonbinaries get gender envy from you and the unlabeled and agender folks just think you're really cool and everyone attracted to men fancies you is good and harmless and fun.

You can other peoples' days and your own day better simultaneously. So do it.

Remus: Just stepped out of the shower while Janus was playing piano, felt like I was in a very classy movie about to be murdered

Patton: Are you guys okay down there??

Remus, Janus, and Virgil: No.

Roman: More importantly, Remus, you shower?

Remus: Of course!

Janus: He rolls around in volcanic ash like a chinchilla.

Roman: Oh. Uh, why?

Remus: I'm allergic to soap! :D

Roman, Logan, Patton, Thomas: ...

Remus: :DDD

Patton, trying his best: That's nice kiddo

That actually makes a lot of sense, thank you science side of tumblr I learned something new today

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