"Women Belong In The Kitchen" Shut Up, No They Don't. I Belong In The Kitchen. Now Get Out Of My Kitchen

Remus and Logan: *playing Hell Chess*

Patton and Janus: *teleport in*

Janus: LOGAN! Tell Patton he does not have birds in his head!

Patton: Logan!! Tell Janus he doesn't know everything!

Logan, raising an eyebrow: What?

Patton: So, whenever my doctor examines my ears, these little birds tweet! He says I have a little family of birds living in my head!

Janus: Correction, to make Patton sit still during checkups, his doctor makes bird noises and pretends to check on birds in his head instead of his ears.

Patton: Hey, I'm perfectly still! I don't want him to poke a bird!

Janus: *gestures wildly at him*

Logan, completely serious: Oh, no, I'm afraid you're wrong here, Janus. I've seen Patton's medical records, he has a small family of birds living in his head and has for years. It's a harmless condition.

Janus: *stares at him in WTF manner*

Patton: Ha! I told you! Devon and his family ARE in my head!

Remus: What's in my head?

Logan, no hesitation: A single rat on a wheel. His name is Maurice.

Remus: Is he a space cowboy?

Logan: And a gangster of love.

Remus, grinning: Cool.

Patton: Ooh! What's in Roman's head?

Logan, also no hesitation: A frog named Roberto.

Patton: Awesome! I'm going to tell him.

Patton: *sinks out*

Janus: WHY.

Logan, smiling mischievously: You've got a transgendeer in yours.

Janus: MOTHERF—

Sides: *eating breakfast together*

School bus: *drives past*

Remus: *sees that it's empty*

Remus: This bus empty,

Remus, miming jerking a steering wheel to the side: SKEET

Remus: *continues eating breakfast*

Patton, the only one not used to this: ???

Remus, clothes shopping: These pants make me feel like Harry Styles, but not in a fun & sexy way.

Patton: What?

Logan: They're too bunchy around the hip/thigh area, got it.

Remus: Yeah, I don't have the hips for these.

(Several days later)

Remus, shooting up in the middle of the night: THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HIGH-RISE!

Logan, finishing ranting about how stupid it was: I wish I could give them a piece of my mind.

Remus: You were on the phone with them?

Logan: No, I was on the phone with their innocent secretary, who's just doing their job. I'm not gonna shoot the messenger. I'm gonna go to the corporate headquarters and shoot the CEO.

Remus: I have a gun.

Logan: What?

Remus: What?

Logan: ...That was a hyperbole. I'm not going to commit murder. It's eat the rich, not shoot the rich.

Remus: Haha yeah I know I'm joking

Logan: Remus why do you have a gun

Remus: I don't know what you mean—

Logan, on the phone: Oh, no, it's no problem....Alright, thank you so much for your help!...Thanks so much! Have a great day!

Logan: *ends call*

Logan, throwing his phone across the room: THOSE MOTHERFU—

Remus, watching this go down: Well, mark me down as scared and horny.

Janus, rolling his eyes: Can you even tell the difference between the two at this point?

Remus: No.

Good morning! I'd just like to point out:

[Patton]: First, we'll need someone to practice on...

[Logan]: But who?

[Patton]: Each other?

(After they all swear to tell the truth during the trial scene and Janus takes the bibles/misc objects back away)

[Patton]: Okay, so, we kiss now? Or...?

Bonus:

[Patton]: Aww, there's so much cool stuff they've done for us online, kiddos!

[Roman]: Oh yeah?

[Patton]: There's some really neato artwork of us all AND some writing as well! Say, what is a "ship"?

[Logan]: Seriously, Morality, you don't know what that is? It is a craft designed for water travel.

[Virgil]: Even Prince knew that.

[Roman]: Yeah, even I knew that.

[Patton]: Oh, ok! It does not look like that, but ok.

I just want to point out those all happened in canon. That is all.

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

Concept: An au where L'manburg is not blown up, but Wilbur is locked in prison when it becomes Manburg, and has no idea that his friends won it back because everyone thinks he's dead (Schlatt locked him up in secret & promptly died). He's not, he's just wasting away in a cell. When they finally find him, this is the song he's singing, to himself:

I heard there was a special place

Where men could go and emancipate

The brutality

And tyranny

Of their rulers

Well, this place isn't real

You need to fret

I don't even know who’s still in-it

They kicked me out and stole it, my L’manburg

My L’manburg

It's not my L’manburg

It's their L’manburg

They stole my L’manburg

But sir that's my emotional support fanfic wip in which I split myself into pieces and gave each piece a character's name

Influencer drama I'm not interested in: Idk like fighting or whatever, I don't pay enough attention to have good examples

Influencer drama I'm absolutely interested in: The animosity between Quackity and Rat

Logic

Creativity

Morality

Anxiety

Deceit

Creativity (but spicy)