Oh My God All I Can Think About Is The Spiderverse. It Is Consuming My Waking Thoughts.

Learning to play Magic with the boys. (via relaxedhoodiebean)

the horse is finally out of the hospital

ok so i just had A Thought.

how would the s1 characters react to their s2 selves?

like, tommy expects to see this warrior, wilbur's right hand man, confident, strong, brave... and instead he finds this broken shell of a boy, talking about how the only person who actually really cares for them is their own worst enemy.

tubbo doesn't really expect much. he never really changed, not as much as his friends. but instead of the usual awkward, friendly boy he expected, he finds a tired president, who misses his best friend, and is covered in burn scars from something awful that he doesn't want to talk about.

wilbur has the highest hopes, curious on how he did, how well he'd run the country. he wants to ask questions, ask how his family is. instead, he meets his ghost. a spirit who refuses to admit he's done wrong. wilbur seeks out future tommy for answers, only to get screamed at to get out.

fundy wasn't sure what he'd expected. he was worried he'd have faded into nothingness with his father's constant babying, and getting brushed to the side but... he seemed more vibrant than ever. angrier, sure, but also more confident, smiling at his younger self with so much genuine happiness that he felt his eyes water.

eret assumed they'd be more regal than this. they'd have a crown, and a gown, and a throne. instead, they wore stained jeans and a sweatshirt. "did we lose. were we caught?" "no. we just decided some things are worth more than a crown."

ok but i want wilbur to come back and i want him to be PISSED. i want a wilbur who remembers, who knows what everyone did while ghostbur took his place and hates them for it. i want a wilbur who will look tommy in the eyes and tell him that his life is worth something, more than any war or any discs or anyone’s expectations. i want a wilbur who is furious at what these people have done to tommy and tubbo, to his brothers, and will try to keep them safe as well as he can. i want a wilbur who will snap at philza because how dare he use his guilt as a shield, if he really wished wilbur knew he was sorry maybe he’d bother to protect the children he still has. i want a wilbur who is fiercely and righteously angry, and isn’t afraid to let people know that.

thinks about this

guess what I did instead of being productive all day

Yes! I'm not alone in thinking that!

Wilbur clutched the blue in one hand and the totem in the other. It was storming and Philza held a trident ready for the moment it started thundering. “Are you ready Wilbur?”

The ghost nodded even though he very much felt like he wasn’t “Yes Philza, I’m fucking ready” 

Everyone gathered together held their breath in anticipation. Ranboo, Tommy, Tubbo, and Eret all stood together in silent unity. A thunderbolt struck the ground behind Philza casting dark shadows on his face for a second “Okay it’s time, here it goes” He lifts up the channeling trident and throws it at Wilbur, it hits him and the totem beings him back, before anyone can blink another bolt of lightning hits him reducing him to ash. “NO!” Wilbur logs out. There’s shocked silence for a few seconds then a voice

“Hello?” the voice sounds familiar, it’s Dream

What? Everyone shouts at once 

“Dream? That doesn’t even make sense, why would Ghostbur die and see someone who’s alive!” Eret shouts in frustration pacing back and forth “Maybe our research was flawed?”

“I’m dead” Dream said it matter of factly “I have been for awhile” everyone pasues

Tommy scoffed “Bullshit Dream I know you’re alive, who else blew up l’manburg? Don’t fall for his mind games, he’s trying to be a ghost in yo heads” 

“That’s not me, Who all is here?” 

“Me, Tommy, Tubbo, Eret, and Ranboo”

“I don’t know who- look I’m going to come back with WIlbur’s body. I’ll explain more when I do, but I need you to kill me, my body. That’s not me”

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are. are keyboard smashes a thing. on tumblr.

the idea that your friends won't like you if you're too weird is wrong for example one time I told a friend whenever I was losing my mind I laid down on the floor under my desk and stared at it until I was better and next time she visited me she taped a bag of salami snacks to the underside of my desk with a message saying "going insane all by yourself, handsome?" which I only saw months later when I had a breakdown. that's friendship.