I Just Got Reminded Of This Post And While The Sentiment Is Still Completely True, I Don't Identify As

Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum

...Is this showing who each other's counterpart is?

Because intrusive thoughts can be incredibly immoral, anxiety defies all logic, and creativity/expressing yourself can be stifled by your need to keep yourself safe...

Or am I overthinking everything haha

logan and virgil with the jacket…… roman and janus with the lipstick………………. if patton and remus share something im gonna lose it

Concept: Janus tries to teach the other sides to sew (I've been sewing a lot and this is all I can think of)

Remus: Is doing pretty well, has continued to stab needles and sewing scissors into his eyes so his workspace is a bit bloody, you can tell he is making an octopus though

Virgil: Refuses to use a sewing machine because it scares him (a very reasonable fear), uses thimbles, it's slow and clumsy but he makes a pretty cool stuffed stormcloud in the end

Patton: Is doing surprisingly well! He keeps stabbing his fingers with needles on accident and drawing blood (not much though), he ends up with a cute little blob frog that's definitely friend-shaped

Logan: He watched Janus sew once and immediately got the hang of it. He made a stuffed cube. It is a perfect cube. None of them know how he did this. He can't thread a needle to save his life though, he has to keep asking Janus to do it for him

Roman: Was crying because he tried something much too complicated and failed and Janus had to gently coax him back to the workspace and help him make a simpler design and assure him he wasn't a failure and the second design turned out and he was really happy with it and thanked Janus for not giving up on him and Janus just gave him a little smile

A fic in which the 'it was all a dream' is the beginning of the story

I’m so tired of this. Logan rubbed his eyes, sighing. No matter how much research he did, he wasn't listened to.

He got up, leaving his ‘room,’ heading down the mind palace’s staircase to get himself water.

“Logan, watch out!” he heard a distant voice yell, and before he knew it, he’d tripped, tumbling down the steps before his world went dark.

–

“Mm?”

“Oh my god, Logan, are you alright?” he heard Virgil's voice ask him anxiously.

His body… hurt. He blinked, trying to remember what had happened. “Why am I experiencing pain?”

“You got hit by a car. I— I tried to warn you, but it was too late. Luckily you didn't break anything.”

He rubbed his eyes, sitting up. He was in a hospital room. He looked over at Virgil, blinking. “You look different.”

Logan: And 85 grams of dark molasses.

Patton: Molasses!

Logan: Or black treacle if you don't know what molasses are.

Roman: Looks like a jar of your soul, Virge.

Virgil: Aw, thank you, Princey. That is honestly all I aspire to.

The character arc contained between "when God sends me to hell, I want him to hesitate" and "I have ascended to heaven to take on the Kingdom of God"... magnifique...

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

I stayed hydrated, but at the cost of my raw wooden floor (luckily it's just water and I caught the glass so it didn't break)

(excuse the mess I'm working on a project)

Sometimes I remember things about myself like that I have a chronic illness or that I'm part of an oppressed group or that I've actually been catcalled and I'm like oh worm I forgot about that

TS El Dorado

If there was a Sander Side Themed The Road To El Dorado, these are the best pairings I can think of (ignoring the ships it implies)—

Roman as Miguel, Logan as Tulio, Janus as Chel

Remus as Miguel, Janus as Tulio, Virgil/Dark!Logan as Chel

And if I had to put them all as characters—

Janus: Chel (master of deception, the entire reason Miguel and Tulio get away with their lives, the only one in the trio with a braincell count in the double digits)

Logan: Speaker For The Gods dude (was adhering to the rules/lore that had been written, tried to bring down the liars who dared to impersonate gods by going batshit evil, 'being feared is the only way you can get them to respect you')

Remus: The King (sharp enough to notice Miguel and Tulio are only human, goofy enough to let them pretend to be gods because it's really raising his people's spirits and they got rid of The Speaker For The Gods, his rival)

Roman: The Horse (he's just along for the drama, baby)

Patton: Miguel (nice, friendly, hates that the villagers are scared of him, doesn't have a voice in his head, no braincells just a himbo)

Virgil: Tulio (wants to finish the plan and get out, much more anxious than Miguel, comes up with all the excuses to get them out of trouble, has like seven braincells but not all of them work at the same time)