Glim, covered in glitter and spinning like a disco ball, somehow ‘singing’ circus music and getting confetti on half the room. Except for Gloom, who is hiding under something to avoid being bedazzled.
Glim poking at and attempting to capture a coconut crab while Gloom hides in a coconut palm in case it can run fast.
Glim, easily distracted by bright colors, fluttering around a butterfly garden and watching everything. Gloom vanishes for half an hour and is eventually located under a bush, watching caterpillars.
Glim squawking angry distress until Gloom removes a centipede from the general vicinity. Gloom, who is aware that both of them are made of metal and are therefore not vulnerable to centipedes, is baffled by the distress. Glim insists that centipedes are Gross and should be observed from a distance.
Both of them in a bat cave, both of them trying to drift quietly so as not to disturb the bats, Gloom having somehow collected at least 6 bats that are hanging on their arms.
Both of them enjoying treats dripping down their frames, Glim with a hunk of bacon, Gloom with a scented candle.
Gloom sitting and happily drawing dicks as Glim looks on in confusion, and then graduating to full-on smut.
Gloom drawing themself a robot-sona so they can draw self-insert smut of themself. This baffles Glim even more, but okay, sure, whatever makes them happy.
Gloom carefully sketching out maps of areas they’ve been through, including places they haven’t been in years. Lots of small details. Glim largely ignores this but occasionally looks the map over and remarks on anything they noticed- which can be everything from “good hiding spot” to “candle shop” to “new crude word in graffiti”.
Gloom settling in someone’s lap and purring a rattley noise as their metalwork is gently polished with just a little cloth and some delicate soap. Glim is too energetic to sit like that, but occasionally drifts up and demands pets.
Gloom maintaining an art blog that occasionally contains maps. The descriptions of all maps include where it was and when they were there, and they have thus far declined to explain why they claim to have been in several small seaside towns circa 1837. Art occasionally features comments by Glim, and Gloom keeps a file of references on How Sex Works.
I assume this is for Transformers: Matrix, since they Jettwins live with/in/on Skyfire!
They basically have their own wireless network that they communicate through- made easier by the fact that Jetstorm and Jetfire’s sparks are effectively quantum-linked. They think together more often than they think apart, and if one of them is doing a complex task they can even “borrow” processing power from one another. Gestalting is fun! Skyfire is more of just a casual observer, though, and communicates with them regularly. Because they spend most of their time outside of atmospheres they seldom use verbal communication unless the twins are inside Skyfire (as his internals do have an atmosphere) and even then they mostly take advantage of it for music!
Through their “network” they also share a pretty much constant baseline stream of information about their health and functioning, which lets them maintain each other as a group. Generally Jetstorm and Jetfire are more attentive to this, because Skyfire needs more maintenance and spends longer periods of time in low-power mode/recharge.
But yeah. it wouldn’t be at all odd to see them interacting but hear pretty much nothing, because much of their communication is wireless and they’ve grown quite used to it. It’s been just the three of them for a long while, so…it may take them a while to adjust to longer verbal conversations.
Skyfire, a very large scientist, feels best when he has a number of smaller scientists crammed into him.
Nerd sleepovers inside the biggest nerd.
Sudden desire to draw a monster’s downstairs bits based on a maxima clam. Maxima clams include the famous giant clam, and they have a plump, brightly colored mantle extending past the edges of their shells. Already looks a bit like a very colorful vulva.
if a teenager is at your door and they are wearing a costume!! please give them candy!! they are still in it for the halloween spirit and it honestly no different from a little kid in a costume. they are just as excited and happy as all the other lil tykes and dont you dare tell them they are “too old for trick-or-treating” because that will literally break their hearts and that’s not cool.
Its getting close to Halloween again so I just thought I’d reblog this again
And if “don’t be rude to teenagers over a stupid jawbreaker” isn’t enough for you, consider
You can’t tell how old a kid is just by looking. I’ve known multiple 5th graders who were taller than I am, and I’m 25 years old. With their faces hidden by masks, you won’t be able to tell they’re elementary schoolers, but they still are.
Lots of older siblings are expected to take their younger siblings trick-or-treating, and they only get paid in candy.
You don’t know if that teenager is developmentally disabled.
You don’t know if that teenager spent most of their childhood in a hospital or sick and has never had the traditional trick-or-treat experience before.
You don’t know if this is that teenager’s first Halloween in America, and they just want to experience a piece of American culture.
You don’t know if that teenager ever gets candy any other day of the year.
You don’t know if that teenager has eaten anything at all today.
And those are just things I can think of off the top of my head.
If you were like me and relatively isolated/friendless as a teenager you didn’t get invited to parties and trick-or-treating was the only thing to DO that didn’t result in crippling loneliness.
dude handing out candy to anyone is FUN
kids, teens, parents, the really high guys from 204 that cut holes in their floral bed sheets to be ghosts- giving candy to people is AWESOME
oh god I live in a rural area i got literally ONE (1) trick-or-treater and getting rid of Halloween candy is HAAAAARD.
teens pls come to my house and eat the fucking candy i got a box of toblerones from costco i can’t eat this much chocolate.
SO IF YOU CAN GET THEIR ATTENTION AND YOU PUT YOUR HANDS TO YOUR HEAD AND MIMIC THEIR GILS, YOU CAN GET THEM TO FLAP THEIR GILS AT YOU AND ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There’s a glimmer of recognition that crosses someone’s face when I ask, “have you ever encountered a sex toy that smelled like a new shower curtain?” The widening of the eyes, the slight nod. This is how I introduce the concept of toxic sex toys, and it is almost always met with understanding. That smell, I explain, is off-gassing from chemicals called phthalates, which are used to soften plastics. “Phthalates have been banned in childrens’ toys,” I tell them, “but the sex toy industry is completely unregulated.”
It’s been nearly 10 years since I started in this industry, and yet
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sadly
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this teaching moment remains as effective as ever. It’s usually the point at which the person shares their personal experience with a toxic sex toy: perhaps it melted into a goo, smelled so rancid it gave them a headache, or, worst of all, caused a painful burning sensation in one of their orifices. Horror stories abound. All I have to do is give someone permission — and validation.
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and stick that selection in my ask/fan mail. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
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