So, The Dark Sides All Have A Thing. Virgil's Eyeshadow, Janus's Scales, Remus's Silver Hair.

Roman, bursting into Logan's room in the middle of the night, sword raised: WHO IS ROBERTO AND WHERE DID HE COME FROM AND WHAT DOES HE WANT WITH PADRE?!

Logan, sleepily: He's the frog that lives in your head. G'night.

Roman, lowering sword: Oh, okay.

Roman:

Roman: waIT HE'S THE WHAT—

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—

*turns off shower*

*does a forward fold*

*each individual vertebrae in my spine cracks*

*straightens up*

Well, anyway—

Something Occurred To Me

So we all remember these scenes:

C!Thomas: You’re right, you’re right, you’re right, you’re right, you’re right, you’re right.

Logan: Well, now you're just pandering to my fondness for being told that I'm right.

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C!Thomas: (sighs) You're right.

Janus: Oh, I'm sorry. Uh, what was that? I couldn't hear you.

C!Thomas: (louder) You're right.

Janus: AH! YES! Ha! It feels SO GOOD! SO GOOD! Aah...

And before you say 'praise kink,' hear me out:

Janus recently revealed himself to Thomas, and nobody else seems to like him. Remus might, it's undetermined, but Remus doesn't seem like the kind to tell anyone that they're right.

Logan, as we know, enjoys being called 'cool.' I doubt being called intelligent would have any effect on him; he knows, he's Logic, he has to be intelligent. And they seem to just either know he's saying facts or ignore him.

They're probably the least likely to be told that they're right. (Besides Remus but he seems to take it out by bothering everyone)

That might have been the first time anyone ever told Janus he was right. And don't get me started on how under-appreciated Logan is.

What if they both react this way because they don't get told they're right often/at all?

Like, whenever someone says they want to listen to me rant about one of my hyper fixations (a rare occurrence) I freak out and get really giddy and happy. Maybe it's the same way for them.

And yes, Logan's response wasn't very emotionally charged, but he either suppresses his emotions or doesn't show them as openly as the others. The last time he showed an emotion, he hit Roman in the eye with a crumpled vocabulary card.

So... Yeah. Just consider that. I don't know I never know how to end my rants in real life I usually just get interrupted before I can finish

I miss when people would throw candy at me from parades; I'm far too old now, I get passed by.

To clarify, I am not asking for solutions, or getting upset at parade participants for not throwing candy at me. I am simply saying that I miss it.

Now for eyes and beans!

Patterns: cut

Colors: matched

Bois: pinned together

Reference boi: ready

Special eyes for the special boi: Ready

Now, I'm no expert by any means, but I've been following Fish long enough that I can say with a fair amount of confidence that this post was going to end with something along the lines of:

"you're loved, and dehydrated, those aren't related but please drink water"

I got very sleepy all of the sudden I am seconds away from falling asleep I'm typing this post with the last of my energy please remember me please make the world a better place, you're lo

Roman, sagely: Treat bugs as you wish to be treated.

Patton: Killed without hesitation.

Roman: NO— Do you need to talk?

Patton, voice breaking: Yeah that'd be nice

Originally it went 'Creators that crave validation. So, all of them.' But I figured that was too harsh XD

Remus, nervous: Hey, uh... I drew Thomas...

Drawing: Non-creepy, realistic, black and white portrait of Thomas

Patton, eyes lighting up: Oh my goodness, kiddo, that's so good! You're a really talented artist!

Logan: You drew that? It's really good.

Thomas, pointing at it excitedly: That's me! That's so good! Oh my god

Janus: That's very impressive. You should be proud.

Virgil: Yeah, that's really good, dude. *kinda awkward but supportive thumbs-up*

Remus, eyes full of tears, turning to Roman: *whisper* Is this what it's like?

Roman: *solemnly sets hand on his shoulder*

Roman: Welcome to the 'I'm-Going-To-Keep-Creating-To-Chase-This-High-I-Get-From-Praise' Club.

Remus: Who else is in it?

Roman: All creators that crave validation. So... A helluva lot of people.

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