If being against child porn, incest and pedophilia makes somebody an asshole, then I’m an asshole :))

reblog if you’re an asshole too :)))))

Designing fusions is fun! Anyway I got inspired by @thatsthat24‘s tweet so here we are :)

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Logan and Roman stared at the person in front of them. It was Virgil. Wait no, it was Patton. No it wasn’t any of them. The stranger looked at them with eyes filled with so much heart break and sorrow. This wasn’t the plan. The plan was that hopefully the fusion would improve Their moods and make Virgil alright with the idea.

The fusion just looked at them sadly and pulled his kitty jacket around himself like he was cold. Or like a child who did something wrong. A child that was afraid of consequences.

“Who are you might I ask?” Logan asked.

The figure’s eyes filled with tears as he looked down.

“I’m Guilt. I’m so sorry Logan. I’m so sorry we never listen to you.” the fusion said before it hiccuped a sob.

Roman and Logan were taken back. Guilt? This person was one of the most…no. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to happen at all. Roman then spoke up.

“So uh-”

“I don’t actually hate you. I’m so sorry. I know you hurt sometimes too. It must be really hard being a hero. All I ever do is make you mad at me.” Guilt said as more tears ran down his face.

Roman could tell that was the part of Guilt that Virgil was. He offered a weak smile in a sort to calm the fusion down.

“Hey it’s fine! We’re all friends here. The best of friends argue after all! And I’m strong enough to handle myself! ”

“Oh Roman…so sorry. ”

Guilt’s voice was becoming distorted. This was not normal with a fusion. They needed to be separated soon. Like, really soon.

“Alright the plan didn’t work. Guilt we appreciate your time but please spilt up” Logan said.

“No! I have to stay. I don’t want anyone else to feel this way! Not after-”

This was Patton. Definitely Patton.

“Guilt please. Split up. You don’t deserve this!” Roman pleaseded.

Finally Guilt nodded sorrowfully and began to glow. Guilt split in two and both Patton and Virgil fell to the ground. They both had tears running down their faces. When Patton tried to hug Virgil, Virgil flinched and backed away.

“Too much, too much, too much. ” he said as he covered his ears, like there was bad music playing.

“Im so sorry. I didn’t know that was going to happen!” Patton cried out as he covered his face and wept.

At least they knew that for now, Guilt was an unstable fusion.

HOW DARE, oh my goodness, my poor, sweet sides. 

Fine, you have left me no choice in the matter.  This is most exceptional angst and it is ripping my heart out so I will do what I can to piece myself back together,

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Holy fuck. That was awesome. Wait let me add to this. @sidewritings @parkersanders

Logan walked into the kitchen to make coffe like he did every morning. However he stopped when he saw Cullan. He furrowed his brows but watched him from the door way. Cullan had his cat patchwork jacket on but he also had a bigger Corpse Bride t-shirt on and some grey panda sweat pants. The fusion was singing. Cullan was singing.

“Pancake cats are very sweet. They have tiny ears and tiny feet. They almost look too good to eat. Then after that we go to sleep. Then we don’t have to sing. ”

Logan could see now Cullan was decorating pancakes to look like cats. Needless to say Logan couldn’t help but feel a bit of fondness in his chest.

“I think this needs more whipped cream. Maybe not. Eh we’ll see. ”

Cullan then took the nearby whipped cream container and started applying more whipped cream. However he didn’t stop. That was a rather unhealthy amount of whipped cream.

“I think that’s enough Cullan.” Logan said gently.

“Fudging heck!”

Cullan fumbled with the whipped cream as it bounced from one of his hands to the other. It flew out of his hands and it was going to hit Logan in the face. However a hand stopped it.

“The prince has saved the day yet again!”

Roman grinned at Logan, who rolled his eyes. Cullan smiled at Roman.

“I made breakfast. I didn’t think I could do it but it but I did it.” he said as he handed two plates of cat pancakes to his fellow friends.

Roman took his gratefully and headed to the kitchen table. However Logan just stared at them for a bit. The amount of sugar on this had to be really unhealthy.

“Logan?”

“Uh yes?”

“You’re supposed to eat them. If you don’t eat them then I will get mad and go take a nap. I do and don’t want to take a nap yet. Too early. But I probably will and probably won’t get mad. I don’t think that’s a good chance to take. ” he said with a very small yet shy smile.

Logan took the pancakes with slight concern and followed Cullan as he sat down in a chair that the sides didn’t use. He then picked up a fork in each hand and began eating the pancakes that were under a massive mountain of whipped cream. Roman seemed amused and watched them eat for a minute.

“Hey Cullan. You have chocolate on your face. ” he said.

Cullan covered his face.

“Don’t watch me lick it off. It’s embarrassing.”

Cullan didn’t uncover his face for a long time. In fact he just got up.

“I can’t get it so I’m done. Don’t eat my pancakes. If you do I won’t be happy. I’m taking a nap. ”

And he left Roman and Logan in confusion as he flopped face first on the couch to sleep.

Sanders Sides Halloween idea

The Sides… dress as each other for Halloween.

They nail the likenesses because, well, duh, but when it comes to acting like each other? Not so much.

Cue:

rip vine :(

No this is really is the one compilation to reblog.

Examples of Stockholm Syndrome in Disney

 Frollo and Quasimodo

Mother Gothel and Rapunzel

Frollo and Mother Gothel convince Quasimodo and Rapunzel that their lives are dependent on them. The two villains claim the outside world is a terrible place even though they know this is not true. They also constantly emotionally abuse their victims by implying their worthlessness and destroying their self-esteems. Quasimodo and Rapunzel sympathize with their captors and even believe their captors are protecting them and treating them with kindness. However, both captors are merely using and manipulating their victims for their own selfish purposes.

NOT:

The Beast and Belle

 Belle does not sympathize with the Beast when she is treated poorly. She becomes angry and leaves the castle, only returning by her own wish so that the Beast (who saves her) does not freeze to death. She does not respond nicely towards the Beast until he treats her with respect. In this situation, Belle has control and is not manipulated into feeling for the Beast, nor does the Beast treat her disrespectfully after the first night. While the Beast does have an underlying motive as to keeping Belle in his castle, he abandons this idea and sets her free to make her happy. If anything, this story is a case of Lima Syndrome where the captor starts to sympathize with the victim.

Check out this post which refocuses the purpose of Beauty and the Beast from merely (and wrongly) being about Stockholm Syndrome to it’s original purpose.

FUCKING FINALLY

I don’t usually reblog stuff like this, but Beauty and the Beast is my favorite movie and I’d like to have this on my page!

this is actually a very good analysis. I take back all the times I’ve called Beauty and the Beast a ‘stockholm syndrome’ romance. 

ppl who randomly message u on the tumble are the best kind of ppl even if they’re just bein all like ‘hello!’ because its like omg hi hello person wow someones talking to me this is the best day ever

i get like 10 hellos a day because of this post

No one ever messages me. 😒

I got seven hellos & hi’s the last time i reblogged this

do it

It happened!!!

I literally always act like Patton when this happens. It’s such a pure feeling

For only $20 you too can fuck Satan

TAKE A LOOK AT THIS CREAM. TAKE A GOOD LONG LOOK. 

MEMORIZE THE PACKAGING SO YOU MAKE SURE YOU NEVER BUY THIS CREAM FOR YOURSELF OR ANYONE YOU LOVE.

This post is about vaginas. My vagina in particular. I get yeast infections pretty regularly, and until recently I was able to afford to see a doctor who could prescribe me fluconazole.

Fluconazole, a drug also known by the brand name Diflucan, is a small pink pill. You take two pills a few days apart from each other to restore balance and harmony to your bountiful folds. I’ve never ever had a bad side effect from taking this pill.

Cut to November 2016. I’m a recent college grad without reliable health care coverage in the process of finding a job. And I’m dealing with a yeast infection. Before I moved out of state, my previous doctor told me about Miconazole. She said it was as effective as the pill and hallelujah, it’s over the counter! I decided to purchase the cream pictured above. This treatment only lasted 3 days, a convenient time frame for my schedule.

The application process was a little messy, and some of the cream came in contact with my vulva and labia. Within 5 minutes every piece of skin that had come in contact with the cream, excluding my hands, was on fire. I wanted to scream it was so painful. I began frantically searching for what I should do online. 

I found a whole forum of people on drugs.com who had experienced something similar. These comments saved me, and these were just on the first page. There were 33 pages total, the earliest dated July 2009.

I was writhing in pain at 2AM when I found this forum (which I found by searching “my vagina burn itch hurts after miconazole” on Google). As soon as I read these comments I threw the devil cream directly into the trash and jumped in the shower. I didn’t feel any actual relief until I reached in and scraped the cream out of me. I paid $17 plus tax on this bullshit, but I could have just as easily ripped up my money or paid someone to not hurt me. 

The moral of the story is that vaginal health care is is completely fucked up because we don’t have access to an over the counter cure for yeast infections that is safe for our bodies and also YOU SHOULD NEVER BUY THIS CREAM EVER.

Reblog to save a vagina.

Okay so I used to get yeast infections every month after my period ‘cause my pH levels were fucked up or something (idk that’s what my doctor said) and I actually used to take this stuff and it was fine. Then a couple years down the road I had a yeast infection for the first time in ages and I used this again and it burned so bad I had to sit in the bath and like physically dig it out of my vagina

AND THEN I LEARNED THAT IT’S BECAUSE I DIDN’T HAVE A YEAST INFECTION. I had a bacterial infection, which is honestly pretty much identical to a yeast infection depending on the severity. The only difference is that IF YOU HAVE A BACTERIAL INFECTION AND TRY TO USE YEAST INFECTION MEDICATION IT WILL HURT

But it’s not actually the medication’s fault. The medication DOES do what it’s supposed to do, provided you’re actually suffering from a yeast infection. Chances are though that you and every one who commented on this did, in fact, have bacterial infections instead.

FORTUNATELY they also make over the counter tests so you can know if you need to call your doctor or just grab some yeast medicine off the shelf. Next time if you aren’t sure, pee on a stick and save yourself a world of fucking pain

AMEN.

It’s unfortunate that I’m 27 and never knew that last bit of information. The world of vaginal health is so obscure and inaccessible.

Reblogging because I too once found out the hard way that I had a bacterial & not yeast infection. 😑

I, too, once set my vagina aflame with miconazole. I didn’t know it was because of a bacterial infection. Reblogging to save a vag.

Reblogging to save a vag.

It’s almost like the shame and stigma thar surrounds vaginas is a danger to the health and well being of people who have vaginas.

Damn y'all #saveavag

always reblog.

Productive Procrastination 🗃

I’m getting the vibe that this is being narrated by a very salty Logan

This vibe is now headcanon. OMG. It’s perfect

I met the Sanders Sides in toddler form today at Chik Fil A

There was an older woman ahead of us in line who looked extremely stressed, and was dealing with four rowdy kids (I’m assuming they’re her grandsons) So one kid looks at the menu for half a second, turns to his grandma and goes “I would like an 8 count nugget meal with a lemonade to drink” and promptly pulls out a very thick book and sits at a booth by himself and reads. Now two of his brothers were arguing. One of them was insisting “I can totally climb it!!” while the other kept grumbling “Nope, nope, no you can’t, nope, nope…” So he proceeds to try and climb the counter where all the napkins and crap is, immediately falls and the other one laughs. Gets back up, keeps trying. (While this is happening, the one in the booth periodically looks up to dramatically roll his eyes at them) Now the fourth brother has been standing here all quiet and sweet, but when this chaos starts ensuing, he looks up at his grandma who just looks so incredibly tired but is still trying to give them a smile. He looks between her and his brothers before grabbing the two that are arguing and forcing them into a hug. “You’re making Grammy sad!!! Just hug and be happy!!!!”

Like,,,,it made me so happy

oh my goodness. 

IRL tiny Sides!

Yep!

Tricks and Treats

Tricks and Treats

Words: 4880 (what even?)

Pairings: Moxiety (oops) and implied Prince-logic (if you squint, it’s starting up kinda.)

Summary: It’s Halloween: Patton is in charge of costumes while Roman is in charge of adventures this years. What could possibly go wrong..? Maybe a poor decision to visit the dragon witch could…

Possible Triggers: blood, near death experiences

AN: I have never written a fic like this before, especially for the sides, so if they’re a bit out of character, I apologize. This… This was supposed to be short… Enjoy?

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Awesome!!!! A solid Halloween adventure with Moxiety? Heck yes!

Reblog this if you had to learn cursive writing as a child

If you were ever told or were made to learn cursive writing when you were in grade school. I wanna see how many of you suffered like I did.

And now it’s not used at all

I agree with you, @brendojay .

I am responsible for the misuse of the word "infinitesimal" in the Motivation video

So here is my take on Logic correcting himself:

LOGAN: It was an honest mistake… Serves me right trying to demonstrate my intellectual acuity by employing hexasyllabic vocabulary words. Honestly, what was I trying to prove?

THOMAS: Oh, so you’re going to simplify your vocabulary?

LOGAN: No, I am not. Language can build bridges, Thomas! If I am going to build a bridge, then I would prefer an artisan’s tool belt over a Bob the Builder plastic play set. Anyway– that’s tangential– I misspoke when I used the word infinitesimal, and a true erudite intellectual always rights their wrongs. Infinitesimal is not synonymous with infinite. On the contrary, infinitesimal means very, very small; as in: The number of flying insects that don’t frighten me is infinitesimal. Similarly, the number of times that Donald Trump has corrected himself after getting a fact wrong is also infinitesimal… Donald Trump can fit an infinitesimal amount of animal crackers in his tiny hands. Okay, I’m done.

Why is Joan so freakin sweet?? Lol we misused the word infinitesimal in today’s video (they suggested the word, but I ALSO should have caught it), so they typed this out on their phone just to resolve it with them self. They sent it to me, and I was like, you HAVE to post that haha XD

LMAOO WTF DID I JUST FIND

this is a work of art

Fam-ILY

A/N So I said I was going to do a drabble and then I liked two particular prompts and it turned into this… thingie…

Pairing: moxiety (Morality/Anxiety) - can be read as platonic

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 980

Warnings: self-deprecating thoughts

Summary:

Virgil doesn’t like himself. Patton loves him regardless.

He stares into the mirror and his reflection frowns back. His eyeshadow is thickly applied today so, if he does decide to drag himself out of his room, the others won’t notice the dark bags sinking into his skin. His hair is a mess and he shrinks into his hoodie to compensate for this. The more things he hides about himself, the better he looks.

Virge sighs, and turns away from his own glare. It’s no secret that he isn’t exactly… fond of himself. A better description would be just ‘he hates himself’, but he never really had been as dramatic as a certain other side. It takes another minute of staring blankly at the bathroom tiles before he gives up and decides that today is just going to be one of those days where he doesn’t leave his room.

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Better

Title: Better

Wordcount: 3,525

Summary: Virgil is touch-starved and seeks Patton’s help. (i.e. that one super self-indulgent fic with lots of angst and cuddling.)

Ship: Moxiety

Warnings: minor self-loathing, mentions of panic attacks, brief mentions of nsfw, swearing

Tag List:  @mira-jadeamethyst, @pippa-frost, @cup-of-blue, @iaminmultiplefandoms, @prplzorua, @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries, @madelynnaa, @sanderships, @ace-anxiety-sanders, @frustratedwaffle, @the-diaries-of-a-nerd,  @cochroachkappa-blog

beta’d by the admirable @thuriweaver and @randomslasher (extra thanks to @randomslasher for suggesting this idea!)

Virgil doesn’t usually like being touched—it’s not bad, per se, it’s just weird. At first, he was too nervous around the others to touch them or be touched by them, and they respected that and they left him alone. And that was good, that was what they were supposed to do, but it became a—a habit of sorts, Virgil supposes. They don’t touch him and he doesn’t touch them and that’s the way it always has been and always will be.

But sometimes—sometimes he sees Logan and Patton cuddling on the couch, or Roman resting a familiar hand on Logan’s back, or Patton ruffling Roman’s hair, and he wants. It’s a low, uncomfortable feeling that hovers somewhere between hunger and a miserable, constant ache. What would it be like to have their casual affection, their ease with each other, the warmth of their hands and the press of their bodies against his? On one hand, he longs for it—or at least he longs to know what it would be like.

On the other hand, he loathes it.

It’s needy—it’s needy and childish and pathetic. He’s done just fine all of these years, so clearly touch isn’t something he needs. It’s just something he wants. Sometimes. Occasionally. (A lot. It’s been getting worse. He’s been getting worse.)

But he chokes down those feelings (they taste like coffee grounds, bitter and far too strong) as he’s choked down so many others before, and he moves on. He cuddles the tiny stuffed cat that Patton had given him for his birthday and he wraps himself in heated blankets until he can pretend he’s hugging and being hugged. It’s stupid, but it’s all he’s got.

He’s not going to wallow in self-pity about it, though. He’s over that shit. He’s got a job to do and it doesn’t involve fantasizing about cuddling, of all things. He’s fine. Totally fine.

Until, that is, June 6th.

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Bad Days

Prompt:  Could you do platonic Moxiety with Virgil having a tough time and needing a cuddle but he doesn’t want to say anything but Patton gets it anyway? - @chris-specs (sorry for the delayed reply, friend, this one took a little longer than I thought) Characters/Pairing: Moxiety (written platonic but can be read however you like)

Categories: Angst, hurt-comfort, negative self-talk

Thank you to @thuriweaver and @parsnipit for giving this a once-over for me!

* For the most part, things really had been better since Virgil revealed his name.

The other sides had been doing their best to make him feel more welcome. They’d gone out of their way to include him, inviting him to more movie nights and involving him more during planning sessions for videos. They’d even deferred to him on a few points and altered their plans to take his concerns into account.

Of course, those are on Virgil’s good days. The days when he has things mostly under wraps, and the others find him tolerable. He has bad days, too, and those…

Well. It’s easy for them to say they’ll try to include him and make him feel heard when he’s at his best. Even he doesn’t mind himself so much, at his best.

He was not at his best today. 

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how do people get yelled at without crying i dont understand