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JUST A LOVER, JUST A LOVER.

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     ballet   was    about    appearances    —–    people    wanted    to    see    the    swan    floating    on   the    lake,    not    the    wild    paddling    beneath    the    surface.    the    hard    part    wasn’t     supposed    to    show.

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                                  ( RICH POUNDS THE WALL. SCARY. )                     i did! you just didn’t notice. nobody did!

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    my recent thread inspired me to get off my lazy ass and do this so! here is a cohesive list of 2d’s ten fucking kids, and a little bio about each of them! of course, this is all just my headcanon, as jamie likes to pretend these little sproglets don’t exist or some shit

eddie (12): the oldest, a young tearaway that likes to make mess and basically thinks russ is the coolest guy ever and follows him around and tries to talk like him, toods thinks this is really cute, he’s the moodiest w stu as he’s grown up mostly w out his dad //: bad times

natasha (12): really flouncy and kinda uptight, doesn’t like any house that toods lives in, complains bc muds is smelly, likes to take fashion advice from noodle

maria (11): younger than nat by a few months and more like eddie in the sense that they’re rowdy and loud and likes to play wrestling, is a fuckin whizz on the melodica and loves to sing really loudly and off key, does not give A FUCK about gender

angela (10): gets her hair cut like noodle, is really into gymnastics and climbs up on stu’s shoulders at every waking moment, has gap teeth

theodore (teddy) (10): younger than angie by a few months again, quiet and bookish, climbs trees, always got scraped knees 

helen (9): screams all the time, braces, does headstands and recites the alphabet, smart kid, likes attention, probably gonna be a drama kid, would order a really complicated coffee 

ace (8): spaceman, let him be an astronaut, carries around a small plastic rocket everywhere (has stabbed toods w it many a time), smiley and happy, losing the last of his baby teeth

jenny (6): alpha kind of type, bosses the others around, takes no shit but also she wears bows in her hair and stu can’t say no to her

georgia (6): JUST younger than jen by a week or two, is a little bit cynical and smart and tired all the time, wise beyond her years

annie (5): yougest!!! baby of the family and apple of stu’s eye and light of his life he does everything she asks she’s the art girl and draws on everything including him and likes to paint and draw and sing w her dad

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    i just wanna talk about stu in between p1 and p2 a sec like. before the band, he was comfortable with himself, nothing to write home about, but he was comfy. p1 rolls around and the incident wrecks any self confidence he has, he brands himself ugly and broken and busted ( (’: ) and all sorts and just. deems himself totally ireparable and then paula leaves him and he’s total WRECK!!! A WRECK and he has to perform w all these eyes on him while he’s so unsure of himself 

    and then p1 ends and he goes back to the fairground and he’s got all these famous friends and female gaze and for the first time it clicks in him that he’s… desirable. people want to talk to him, want to know him, want to be with him for a night, and he’s unused to that. he realises that he’s special, and the band needs him, and it all flies straight to his head. suddenly, cos he doesn’t know how to deal with self importance, he’s got an ego, and everyone knows it.

    not only this, he’s friends w bad influences ( that bloke from boy/z/one who i dont care abt enough to remember the name of ) and he’s having these wild nights out with famous people and fans that would do anything just to get a taste of him, and he starts sleeping around cos he CAN, cos people WANT TO, and this is when he starts to have all these kids, cos he’s careless and almost high off his own confidence. 

    eventually, he starts to realise this doesn’t make him happy. it’s a nice feeling for A WHILE, but it’s not long lasting joy. making music makes him happy, and he can incorporate his newfound confidence into his singing, have it manifest as something other than arrogance, and that’s what he tries to do.

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                    bassplucked.

      ❛   wha -  what do you think you’re doing,  peeking through my door like that?  ❜    murdoc chugged down the remnants of an unidentified bottle,  wiping his mouth with a burgundy sleeve,  then gazing at the blue - haired singer underneath unkempt bangs with bloodshot eyes;  red - rimmed and fidgety.   ❛  get out,  youuu…  ❜      /      @buztedblue

    immediately, blackened sockets widen/ abject terror, a spike of primal fear that almost causes him to slam the door with little more than a high-pitched YELP. it’s only because of the dishevelled state of his bandmate that he STICKS AROUND ---- concern manifests in a small wrinkle ‘tween thick brows.    ❛    SOWRRY! a wos, a wos jus’ stickin’ some toast in fer me an’ noodle, tha’s all, wanted ta see if yew wos awake an’ ask if yew wonted some! a’ll go now, SOWRRY ----    ❜  

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              R I C H, CAN’T YOU SEE JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR TRAGEDY?

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    lyric starter call!

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thoughts on all the illegitmate mini stus ?????? pls

   hey listen i just started crying so hmmm. the thing w stu’s lil kids is that the hecking creators seem to have forgotten about them entirely. however, this is my blog and my city now, and if there’s one thing i’m good at, it’s clinging to tiny canon details and never letting them go. 

   it’s stated in the emails that you could read that stu does pay for the kids, despite forgetting/missing payments sometimes —- he sends them gifts and such, but we’ve never been told that he goes to see them, if ygm? now, i see why he doesn’t go to visit; it’s UNFAIR. he disappears for months at  a time in phase 3 when he’s stranded on plastic beach, and i’m assuming that most of these lil kiddos are very young at this time, so it’s unfair for them to see this father of theirs and then he…. vanishes…. you know?

    i’d like to think he sees them a hell of a lot more towards the doyathing era and is seeing them consistently in p4. he’s a well meaning father, but has no idea how to discipline children, as i’ve said before. in the dirty harry video, the closest thing we’ve got of him acting like a guardian to tiny tots, he’s still acting more ‘brotherly’, as in, providing entertainment and a distraction instead of keeping the kids out of trouble and making sure they behave, you feel?

    i really love that they’ve inherited his hair. that’s such a cute and quaint little detail that’s always stuck out to me, because we all know that stu wasn’t born with blue hair anyway. probably just a plothole, but i love it. i like to think that the kids all know each other. it’s been implied that there are A Lot of them (at least ten, if memory serves) so i quite like the idea of them all going somewhere together like the zoo as if it’s a class trip, with stu as peter pan leading his lost boys and girls.

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coolshceshine. / auntie noodle.

           “ just a little one? toochi, c’mon, drop the act, hon’. she’s the earth and heaven to you!! i can see why. she’s too cute. ”  noodle sits down on the sofa, finding a stray bright pink crayon under her butt. she reaches over to 2d, handing him the offending art supply.  “ anyways, who are you to talk about mess? frankly, it looks like it might just be a hereditary condition: mess maker. but, annie’s only five, nearly six. at least she’s got an excuse. ”  noodle teases, sitting back in her chair. it was wonderful, to see 2d with his kids. it gives noodle hope, for her own future. it proved, to her at least, that you always have a second chance to do right by the ones you love.  “ anyone else coming over this week? any of the girls? ”  it’s no secret that noodle loves it whenever any of 2d’s fashion monsters in the making come over. she is, after all, the one facilitating all the dress up.

    still chuckling under his breath,    stu takes the crayon and aims for a small box in the corner of the room    ----    all of her things packed away already.    there’s a slight pang in his chest.    part of him resents the fact that he was so unreliable.    if he had nothing to do with the band,    his children could see him more often,    but on the other hand... without the attention he had first gotten,    they would not exist.    despite his thoughts,    he laughs heartily at noodle’s jest,    snorting and cackling as he makes a minimal effort to CLEAN.    at her question,    he straightens up,    scratching the back of his neck.   ❛    a fink a’ve got ace and eddie this week,    and nat comin’ after school on friday.    they’ve got the ‘olidays soon,    innit?    so v’ey can be ‘round a bit more.    ❜    

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                  townswept.

         he stiffens and takes another drink just to avoid an answer  ,  doing his best to really enjoy the experience  .       he has to agree  –  pathetically  ,  this reminds him of BEFORE  –   but acknowledging any emotion other than anger is too much for him to commit to  .      he places the cup down too harshly and smiles tightly  .       ❝  yeah  ,  with my fancy parents and my pet dog  .  ❞ 

    laughter,    then    ----    it’s    easier    than    sympathy,    and    sounds    much    more    genuine.    stu’s    own    cup    is    placed    down    before    anything    else.    it’s    empty,    still    steaming    somewhat,    and    the    inside    of    the    singer’s    mouth    is    pleasantly    numb,    burned    around    the    edges.    just    how    he    likes.    ❛     an’    ya    rowles    royce,    and    ya    butler,    and    allat?    funny.    ❜    

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NOODLE UR DRAGGING HIM

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    guys listen to me just listen to me a second busted and blue is a sad song we all know that but listen listen: it’s stu gaining sentience. he knows that he’s a cartoon – he’s known that for a while – and we’ve all just played it off for laughs and such because it was meant to be funny, bbut ffuffkigjfd LISTEN. im doing my damn research and ‘shadow on the wall’ is a philosophy from fucking years ago where like. reality as we see it is just shadows, and as soon as we know what’s behind the shadows, we’ll know more about life. stu knows about this. he wants to see the world as more than just shadows. 

    the repetition of ‘all my life’ from saturnz barz is fucking rattling me because it means something so different here. in sb, he’s very cavalier about the fact that all he’s been is a gambler and a heartbreaker, but here, he’s nigh begging someone to bring him back to his old self — bring him back to being stu//ar/t p/o//t. he’s so aware that he’s ‘busted and blue’ blue literally and blue as in sad, and busted cos he’s so beat up and high and all that shit all the time. he’s asking for HELP.

    the wires verse is really telling. he knows he’s man-made and nothing he does impacts his future, and he’s mulling over it here. the imagery of him liking himself to a ‘satellite’ is really mmmm. satellites orbit around one specific thing and that’s what he’s saying he is — he’s sticking with whatever he’s ‘orbiting’ around because he has no CHOICE in the matter. he’s tried to leave before, has he not? and we all know how well that ends for him.

    he’s questioning why he has to be this way, why he’s been written to be miserable and ‘busted’. he’s saying that there’s something to return to, but he can’t find it/doesn’t know what it is. he’s trying so hard, but there’s so much he can’t control and has no way of fixing at this point. 

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                    shikuchi.

        ’    HAUNTED.    ’   is the first thing noodle says about their new home.   a response so quick prompts a weak little smile to tug at dry lips  ,  head tilting to lean into her palm to support it in her drowsiness.   ’    i can not complain much  ,though.   at least i won’t have to be fighting zombies every time i want to leave the house.    ’

           though their conversation starts awkward  &  choppy  ,  she’s glad it already began to turn for the better.   whilst noodle’s sleepiness dulls her charismatic nature  &  makes focusing near - impossible  ,  she notes how he’s able to keep their small talk flowing thus far.   her smile grows wider  (   this time  ,  not as weak  .   )  to match his own.

           truly  ,  she’s glad to be back  &  to see stu safe.   though things are strained between she  &  everybody else  ,  the amount of comfort she finds in his well - being surprises even her.   noodle follows suit in his stretching  ,  holding onto the chair for support  &  cracking a tense back.   the exhausting motion is followed by the placing of her head  ’ pon varnished wood.   ’    is there any tea left  ??   i’m thinkin’  i’m up for some right about now.    ’

    before    he    knows    it,    he’s    snorting    weak    giggles    at    her    blunt    answer    ----    it’s    a    nice    affirmation    to    his    SNEAKING    suspicions,    and    stu    settles    in    the    knowledge    that    he    wasn’t    dreaming    things    up    again.    over    the    years,    he’s    grown    into    a    very    skilled    pretender;    so    much    so    that    the    line    between    what    was    REAL    and    what    was    in    his    HEAD    became    increasingly    blurred.

    the    ability    to    reminisce    is    all    but    lost    on    him.    he’s    blinking    at    her    as    if    he    doesn’t    understand    until    something    fuzzy    in    the    dregs    of    his    memory    CLICKS.    a    young    noodle,    barely    up    to    his    knees,    skipping    through    a    legion    of    undead    without    a    care    in    the    world    ----    it’s    enough    to    make    him    almost    NOSTALGIC.    gone    for    a    few    seconds    /    swimming    in    grey    fog    and    faint    recollections,    he    hums    to    finish    his    laughing   fit.

    only    then    does    he    realise    he’s    been    spoken    to.    snapping    into    action    like    someone    had    flicked    an    ON    SWITCH,    he    turns    and    sends    a    packet    of    cornflakes    FLYING    off    of    the    counter    only    to    thud    harmlessly    on    the    floor.    while    it    makes    him    wince,    it’s    not    nearly    enough    to    wake    murdoc    up.    he    can    breathe    easy    for    a    little    while    longer.    ❛     v’ere’s,    um,    th’    NORMAL    stuff,    an’    v’ere’s    some    peppamint    licorice    stuff,    an’    some    bubbly    stuff    we    brought    back    from...    wherever    we    went,    that    time.    want    me    ta    make    it    for    yew    or    anyfink?    ❜     

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i got to thinking about after The Incident and got really upset so here’s. this

tears, are his first logical thought.

it’s an explanation as well as a realisation, you see. for so long, he had been dormant; stu pot had lay patiently, enduring whatever was happening around him - to him - without so much as a cry for help. now, however, he knows there must be tears. there is definitely blood, definitely gravel, definitely burning rubber and laughter.

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pt 2.

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pt 1.