I Made A Crazy Flower Arrangement!

You don’t.

You just suffer in silence and hope for the best.

(Legit tho, just go up to him and ask.)

(Don’t bear around the bush.)

(Gather up all of your courage, maybe get your friends to help hype you beforehand, and just directly tell him you’re interested and you want to date him.)

(If he says no, then you can at least stop worrying about asking now(tho it may be a bit painful for a time.))

(And if he says yes, then congrats!)

(You will have a boyfriend.)

(So good luck, my friend!)

(Be brave!)

(We believe in you!)

science side of tumblr how do you ask a boy out??

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@darknightvirgil

Here is a list of random headcanons I have involving the sides.

(All of them involve Virgil specifically because he’s the softest bean and I will admit that I kind of love him the most.)

Whenever Thomas has a nightmare, Virgil sneaks into his room to comfort him. Virgil tried to keep that a secret from Thomas but Thomas figured it out as soon as he properly met him and when he finally told Virgil that he’d known, Virgil actually shoved him(gently and in the direction of the couch) and screamed “YOU SAW NOTHING!” before sinking away and refusing to meet Thomas face to face for a week out of embarrassment. 

Sometimes a spider will appear in the house and Thomas(and sometimes Patton) will SCREAM and start shouting for Virgil who will instantly appear and sometimes straight up murder the spider(seriously messing up whatever was around it in the process) or take a moment to toss the spider outside of the house before taking whoever screamed away from where the spider had been and cuddling with them until they feel better.

Deceit likes to cuddle. He’s always cold so he tries to cuddle with one of the others whenever he can to keep himself warm. His favorite person to cuddle with is Virgil because the anxious side is always willing to cuddle and carry him, regardless of what he’s doing at the time, and doesn’t mind when Deceit’s cuddles include flopping on top of him, wrapping around his throat in his snake form, actually crawling into his clothes in both forms, and spontaneously jumping on him while he’s walking around.

Patton trips on air sometimes and almost everyone knows that he does it completely on purpose. The only one who doesn’t know is Virgil, which is good since Patton only trips so that Virgil can catch him.

Everyone likes being carried by Virgil and Virgil is confused by the sentiment but doesn’t really have a problem with it. It all started with Patton who found out he enjoyed being carried by the stronger side early on in their friendship when Virgil had caught him the first few times he’d tripped near him. Deceit found out next when he was feeling particularly cuddly one day and pounced on Virgil for the first time. He’d been both surprised and pleased when Virgil had simply adjusted to carry him while he continued on with his day, not even bothering to question the reptilian side clinging to him. Thomas found out when he’d been particularly sleepy one day while returning home and had almost fallen flat on his face upon entering his front door. Virgil had swiftly caught him before he could and had easily carried him upstairs while quietly grumbling complaints about his lack of sleep, Thomas finding himself to be ridiculously comfortable in the arms of his Anxious protector to the point of falling asleep on the way up the stairs. Logan found out when he’d been overworking himself at his desk and Virgil had popped in, seen how tired and stressed he was, and had scooped him up without hesitation. Logan had complained at first but Virgil had given far too many solid arguments as he carried him to his bed and Logan was far too comfortable by the time they reached it to complain further. Roman found out when he’d dragged the others into a ‘Family Adventure’ and had ended up being flung into the air, only for Virgil to catch him on the way down. It had been quite a surprise but Roman had felt a little like a princess in the arms of a valiant knight and had discovered that he rather enjoyed playing that role when the knight was a slightly embarrassed and concerned Anxiety.

Virgil hangs out on the fridge sometimes and, surprisingly, Patton hates it. He doesn’t mind Virgil being up there in general but the same thing always happens whenever he walks by. Nobody ever really notices that Virgil is up there unless they actively look for him or he makes sure they notice him so whenever Patton goes into the kitchen without noticing him there Virgil just quickly grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him up with him. It always makes Patton scream and Virgil always ends up cackling and saying something ridiculous like “I have obtained my hostage!” or “The fridge goblin strikes again!” and yeah it’s funny but also terrifying and Patton was doing something when Virgil had picked him up and he wasn’t able to do that thing anymore because Virgil only ended up on the fridge when he was feeling particularly sleep deprived and loopy and that meant that the anxious side would not only drag him onto the fridge but would also usually end up sinking them away to a random location to cuddle and nap or to play some kind of slightly deranged game of tag or hide and seek that Patton couldn’t get out of without help from one of the others.

Sometimes, when Patton is in a particularly weird mood, he’ll climb onto the fridge and wait for Virgil to come by. Virgil always notices him as soon as he enters the room but doesn’t bother reacting until Patton pounces on him. Patton always says it’s revenge for all the times Virgil does something similar but the others aren’t entirely sure if he really means it or not because Virgil always seems pretty content with just catching Patton and carrying him around for the rest of the day afterwards.

Deceit will occasionally disappear and nobody but Virgil knows where he goes. Eventually tho, they all find out when they find him in the same place over and over again. It turns out that Deceit likes to take naps in Virgil’s hoodie pockets. Virgil doesn’t mind and Deceit finds it to be one of the most comfortable places for him to take naps.

Patton and Virgil started a boop war a year into their friendship and it’s been going strong ever since. Occasionally, it’ll get pretty intense and the two will end up booping each other repeatedly just rolling around while trying to boop the other until they both finally just collapse from exhaustion.

Out of curiosity, Logan once had Roman scream for Virgil while they were on a mini-adventure and the anxious side had popped in immediately and instantly went after the enemies nearby. When he’d finished he’d turned to the others and had frantically started patting them both down to make sure that they were alright and the other two had been unable to say anything while he did because they had just watched him gruesomely tear apart all of the enemies with his bare hands and it had been absolutely terrifying and also incredibly cool all at the same time.

It turns out that Virgil is weirdly good at cooking. This confuses everyone until he admits that he learned so that he could make sure there was someone around to feed them all if something happened to Patton or Thomas and they were unable to cook for a time. Logan and Roman both defended that they could also cook but were swiftly reminded that they usually messed up when they did it together and would almost always set something on fire when left to do so alone. And Deceit just admitted that he was really bad at it and agreed that Virgil’s back up plan was probably for the best.

If you start certain songs, Virgil is obligated to finish them. The best example is Welcome to the Black Parade but it is not the only one he does this with. Sometimes, Roman will mess with him by playing just the G-note and Virgil will SCREAM from wherever he is and stop whatever he is doing to run over and either make Roman finish playing the intro or will finish it himself before belting out the rest of the song. Once, he was having a perfectly normal conversation with Patton and Logan when Patton said “When I was a young boy” completely without meaning to start anything and Virgil just started screaming out the rest of lyrics seemingly without even meaning to either. Every once in a while, Deceit will just shout in the middle of the living room “TO CARRY ON” and Virgil will respond from wherever he is by continuing the song from there while making his way over to him. There are certain songs that Virgil hates but will still continue to sing without even meaning to. Once, and this is something that Roman will never let him live down, everyone was preparing to watch a movie after a particularly long day and Logan said “But first” and Virgil instantly replied by saying “Let me take a selfie” in a terrifically terrible valley girl voice without even seeming to realize what he’d done until it was too late.

Patton knows how to play the kazoo shockingly well and sometimes he’ll try to sneak up on Virgil only to start playing random songs and memes. Once he started playing the John Cena theme and Roman appeared out of nowhere and tackled Virgil onto the couch. 

Patton quotes memes a lot and Virgil loves it. 

Sometimes, Logan quotes memes and Virgil and Patton both love it.

Logan and Virgil have a game similar to Virgil and Patton’s Boop War where the two will just dab when no one else is looking while making sure the other sees. They take turns to see who can get away with the most dabs at a time before someone else notices. One day, Roman found out what they were doing but when Logan and Virgil talked about it with him they said that it didn’t matter if he told the others about it and when he asked why they both looked him straight in the eye and said, terrifyingly in sync, “Because no one will ever believe you” and left. Roman was both terrified and impressed by how well they’d pulled off the reference.

He’s the best part of The Fifth Element.

Modified my Soul Eater hat with safety pins and and a destroyed headband.

Check out that dapper droid. (at Morroco Shrine)

In third grade I had a teacher who really hated my parents. I don’t know why she felt this way but she did. So she used to take out her hatred of them on me during class.

Now, I was a very outgoing and happy kid back then. I liked performing on stage and talking to people and doing my best with everything, including school work. So I always tried to be really nice to my teachers, bringing them gifts on holidays, offering to help in the classroom, giving them hugs whenever I came to or left class. I saw them as people to respect and appreciate, because that’s what I felt they deserved. And that was fine in the past but it kind of just made things worse during that year.

I did everything I’d always done but it was never rewarded. Instead, I was constantly being yelled at and singled out. I was never allowed to talk for any reason, even if I just answered a question she would say that I was talking too much or too loud but she would also accuse me of ignoring the lesson and being bad whenever I just remained silent. Even outside of the classroom I wasn’t allowed to talk.

I vividly remember one day when we were all having a bathroom break, I went into the bathroom and realized that there were no more napkins. So I told one of the other girls, because I was too afraid to tell the teacher, but the teacher still heard me from outside of the bathroom and came in to shout at me for talking during the break. She didn’t care why I was talking, she just didn’t want me to talk.

She never treated the other kids like this. She only ever yelled at me for my “bad” behavior.

Eventually, I started trying to find ways to avoid her and school all together. The solution I used the most was to make myself physically sick or injured so that I could go to the nurses office. I used to hurt myself whenever no one was looking so that I could say I’d bruised myself or I’d make myself not eat anything or eat bad things so that I had a stomach ache. I eventually learned how to force my mind into believing that I was sick. I even figured out how to make my stomach churn so that I could throw up on purpose.

I was just so scared of staying in school with that teacher that I was willing to do anything to get out of there. Unfortunately, this meant I got in trouble for truancy. So me and my mom had to go and talk to the vice principal.

I don’t remember everything from that meeting, but I do remember her leaning over her desk, looking me straight in the eye, and saying “You don’t want your mommy to get arrested because of you, do you?”.

And it was honestly one of the most horrifying things I have ever experienced in my life.

I mean, I was a child. I was seven.

And this woman just straight up told me my mom was gonna get arrested because of me.

I was terrified.

My dad was living in Virginia at the time, since he was still in the navy back then, and my sisters were still teenagers so my mom was all I had. She supported us and took care of us and now she was gonna be arrested and it was all my fault.

I immediately started crying.

But my mom, who knew better and was already upset about me being in the meeting in the first place, left in an outrage. She spoke to some other school employees about what had happened and filed various complaints and things and then she took me back home.

I don’t remember most of that year past a few of the more distressing events and a lot of memories of sitting in the nurses office. But I know that, after that year, the vice principal was fired and the teacher became a teachers assistant and was no longer allowed to teach classes by herself anymore.

But, unfortunately, the damage had already been done to me. I was no longer an outgoing and happy kid. I was terrified of talking after that. This ended up extending to me being terrified of interacting with people at all and, eventually, a fear of leaving my house.

By the time I entered middle school, I had no friends and had no idea how to interact with people past ignoring them or just being polite to them. My fear of everything led to me being bullied which led to everyone being scared of me when I fought back. I ended up failing a lot of classes, despite knowing and understanding all of the material, because I was too scared to talk to the teachers and I was just so tired of school at that point, and always feeling instinctively unwell, that I usually just took naps or read books during class.

Despite that, I worked hard to improve on myself and fix what I knew to be wrong. I entered spelling bees, I auditioned for talent shows, I won science fairs, I got awards for reading the most books, I got into marching band, I made some friends, and I got into anime. I did a lot in middle school in the hopes of making myself better as a person.

But when i got into high school, the transition kind of made me regress.

I lost all of my friends again, since I wasn’t interested in sex and dating while all of my other friends were, and I was placed into all advanced courses alongside my extra curricular activities. The stress quickly got to me and I ended up slacking on my classes and eventually dropping my extra curricular. All of the drama from the few friends I still had made me lose them as well. And everyone was still scared of me from middle school.

But, thankfully, I had a single saving grace.

Or really, two saving graces.

I joined choir that year and it was one of the best things that could have possibly happened to me. The choir instructor was an amazing woman who told me early on that I had a good voice that would only get better if I was brave enough to use it properly. She taught me all about singing, everything from reading music to properly projecting my voice. She gave me special attention and told me she was proud when I got into the talent show that year. And when I performed in the talent show(after spending almost ten full years auditioning for shows and never getting in)I made almost everyone in the audience cry.

It all did wonders for my self-esteem. I felt more like myself that year than I had in so very long.

Alongside my choir instructor was my creative writing teacher.

He was actually known throughout the school as the craziest and most troublesome teacher. He didn’t pull his punches and was brutally honest with all of his students. He was ex-military and it was pretty easy to tell, not from his appearance and maybe not even from his attitude to most, but to me it was obvious because he acted just like my dad. He was crazy and kind of rude but he was always looking out for his students and trying to help us learn in whatever way we could. I only had him for creative writing that year but it had a huge impact on me. He didn’t know why I acted the way I did but he always tried to find ways to make me talk. He’d ask me questions, he’d randomly move things away from my desk, he’d ask to talk about my writing, or he’d seat me next to people he thought I would talk to.

But he never really pushed me.

We were all supposed to read our work out loud, that was part of the class. But he always asked me if I was willing to do it. He never said that I had to and always gave me a choice. I think I only ever did it once or twice but he always made sure I knew how happy he was for me to talk. He encouraged my writing as well, always telling me how I could improve and what I was already doing well. And always trying to remind me that I was the only one who could limit myself.

That first year of high school had a huge impact on my life.

My second year was less useful.

I ended up having a scheduling conflict that kept me from entering choir and I didn’t have any classes with my old creative writing teacher.

But I ran into him sometimes.

And he always recognized me and usually said hi and checked in on how I was doing and ruffled my hair and called me random nicknames.

And the next year I got back into choir.

We had a new instructor but she was also pretty nice. She liked my voice as well and tried to encourage me to the best of her ability.

And my creative writing teacher found me again and invited me to join a new after school club he was going to be in charge of.

So I entered the creative writing club and got back into choir.

I’d also managed to gain a pretty solid friend group by then.

I was a lot more talkative than before and way more honest with myself and other people. I still had a bad habit of hurting myself, which escalated a little that year, and sleeping through classes. But I was slowly getting better than before.

I ended up becoming a regular in detention that year because of being late to most of my classes.

It was a very conflicting year.

But my senior year brought it all to an end.

I ended up becoming the go-to soloist in my choir. I was in every choir class I was allowed to be in and I had an English class with my old creative writing teacher teaching it.

I was still in the creative writing club and I’d started going out of my comfort zone by hosting panels at conventions.

That year was probably one of the best years of school I’ve ever experienced.

I even got to see my old choir instructor again.

She even invited me to join the choir at the university she was now teaching at. I’m still planning on taking her up on that offer in a year or two, even though it’s been years and she probably doesn’t even remember me.

After that I graduated and went to college for a year before dropping out.

And I’ve been working hard since then to focus on myself. To repair the damage done by that teacher so long ago and make myself a better person.

I’m a small time voice actor now and also a small time writer.

I work hard to improve myself and work towards living my dreams with the help of my family.

I’ve accepted all aspects of myself, my depression, my anxiety, my sexuality, and my gender identity.

It took me years to get over what that woman did to me.

So I want to just say this, after this long ass rant that I’m sure nobody bothered to read, emotional abuse is not a joke.

It is not something to take lightly.

Just because you weren’t phyisically hurt by someone doesn’t mean you weren’t hurt at all.

It doesn’t make it any more or less traumatic.

And teachers are not supposed to use methods like that to teach kids.

That is wrong and fucked up and not at all what helps kids learn and develop into functioning members of society.

This doesn’t mean all teachers are bad and like that.

Some of them are amazing and can help kids grow into amazing individuals.

But those teachers that hate their job and treat kids like that are monsters.

If you are tasked with the job of helping kids grow up and learn and develop then you should work hard to do your job right instead of just taking out your own issues on kids that don’t deserve that kind of treatment.

Fuck my third grade teacher and fuck all those other teachers for being terrible human beings.

I hope all those kids look back on their emotional abuse one day and think about how much better they are now that they’re away from those terrible people.

Someone Should Talk To This Principal

Some more Yellowstone landscape.

I don’t think you realize how much I needed this in my life.

At this point I imagine natsume in general has become a bit of a meme in the town he lives in. An unexpected storm rolls through town and someone in the class will jokingly groan “oh natsume what’d you do”. There’s a school wide private chat that just details what they saw natsume screaming at this time. This week is a good week for screaming at trees. Whenever a new student comes into the school they get the Natsume Speech™ which is essentially “look he’s the sweetest person you’ll ever have the pleasure of meeting just don’t mind it if he sometimes stares off into the void for a few minutes only to run off screaming and just smile and nod when he comes back the next day with the most tepid sounding lie ever. also if you pick on him, you’re dead. we’ll kill you.” Then ofc there’s that fucking cat.

Check out my sister! All dressed up and stuff! (at WasabiCon)

This is why we can’t have nice things.