[pixiestickers]

Lately, I’ve been doing some re-reading and editing of my old fics and that inevitably has taken me back through the If You’re Lonely, Press Play Universe. Back in 2015 when I decided I was done writing for the otgw fandom (haha yeah right) I wrote a masterpost of all the fics since some stories ended up being oneshots set in the universe, but not in the actual series on Ao3. Then after one really bad day, I deleted my tumblr and subsequently lost that post. Since then I’ve added more stories to the series because despite the infinite eyerolls ship not being much of a thing on the internet anymore, I still come back to the iylpp universe. More than any other fic universe I’ve created. 

More than likely this post is just for me, so I have some place of reference for a fic universe that’s gotten larger than I ever intended. And maybe there are a few of you out there that care too. Either way- here’s an If You’re Lonely, Press Play Masterpost:

In chronological order (bc they’re all over the map on Ao3):

If You’re Lonely, Press Play (1 month post-canon)

Drunk Confessions (9 months post-canon)

Bases: Alone Time (11 months post-canon)

Where Our Story Ends (1 year post-canon)

Bases: Broken Wings (1 year 8 months post-canon)

Bases: Interlude: Fix You (1 year 8 months post-canon)

Halloween Chaperones  (2 years post-canon)

Bases: In Limbo (2 years 5 months post-canon)

Between Friends (2 years 5 months post-canon)

A Second Proposal (2 years 6 months post-canon)

Unison (2 years 6 months post-canon)

The Decisions that Define Us (3 years post-canon)

A Perfect Sonnet (6 years post-canon)

(Not) A Happy Story (An AU death scene just for fun)

Fan Art:

art made by syrva

art made by missmiscellaneous

art made by ritta-chann011

art made by chamtea

Thank you SO much to all the artists who illustrated these.

Playlist on Spotify

[spruce-moose13-blog]

I’m cheering for you! I discovered OTGW and Wirt/Beatrice through my girlfriend, who as we recently started dating after a year of friendship realized that we resemble them as a couple. So the ship (and your fic as part of that) has been a wonderful thing for us to connect over :).

[jelicatessen]

Tumblr hates me so im reposting this: Hi team! My wedding’s in two weeks and I haven’t had a lot of time to write so ADB’s on hold for a little bit. Sorry for the delay! Thanks for your patience!!

[spruce-moose13-blog]

I mean I was just thinking to myself the other day "No ADB in awhile...but isn't Jelly's wedding coming up? I really hope she's just focusing on that, we can wait..." I hope you have a wonderful day filled with love, and congratulations!

[jelicatessen]

We both agree Ezraanya is no easy road...but just this once, for your birthday, could you indulge in what you think some unabashed Ezraanya fluff would look like?

WISH GRANTED SPRUCEY ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS ASK

Aanya’s good at a lot of things but dancing is not one of them.

In her defense, it’s not like she had very much time to learn. The world was at war and dancing is frivolous. Hardly a necessary skill for ruling a kingdom such as hers, and in any case, there were other, more important lessons to learn.

“But you had time to have, like, fun, right?” 

Ezran’s frown is confused. She almost wants to laugh at him because no, not really. He had time for a childhood that she, quite frankly, did not. Her childhood was filled with grown-ups who wanted her throne for selfish reasons she doesn’t even have the capacity to understand, even now. Her childhood was a political hellscape that she barely had the tools to navigate; one so delicate that she could barely trust her own advisors.

She shakes her head, in the end. “What sort of fun was I supposed to have?”

“I dunno,” says Ez. “Some. It’s not like we had time to dance either, but Callum and I still had to learn. Didn’t you have, like, balls or anything?”

Again, Aanya shakes her head. “They were wasteful,” she says. “In any case, social gatherings that large would have put us at risk of infiltration or assassination. It was safer not to.”

Ez is still frowning at her. “Well, we can’t have that.”

“Excuse me?”

“Up you get,“ says Ez. “You can’t be invited to the ball in Katolis and not know how to dance.” He catches her fingers in his and pulls her upwards without waiting, unmindful of the way her hands grow clammy at his touch. Aanya tugs them back, her throat tight, her ears warm.

“Is this supposed to be a lesson?” she manages awkwardly.

“Yep,” he says. He offers his palm to her, waiting and open and unafraid. 

Aanya swallows. He’s so young still. So carefree. She envies him, sometimes, and his disregard for decorum and propriety, and the opportunity for her to do the same, for once, is there, and yet -

“Don’t you trust me?” he asks.

Aanya takes a breath. “Yes,” she murmurs at last, putting her hand back in his. “I do.”

[spruce-moose13-blog]

It’s so lovely and wonderful :_)! Thank you and happy birthday Jelly! Now, my darling Ez and Aanya...

...I mean, what? Where am I? Who said anything about weirdly exciting “sandwiches”??? Uhhhh, gotta go! O_O

[queenofthearchipelago]

The gesture that matters right now is a Human Prince bringing a Dragon back to his mother. What if after that the gesture that matters is an Elf bringing a Human Prince back to his brother?

[jelicatessen]

What if the gesture that matters after that is if a human prince and an elf get married

[imminent-danger-came]

What if the gesture that matters after that is if a human prince and an elf have kids together

[eskpistone]

this post is basically a means of proliferating ada/adc.

[supernaturally-yours97]

What if the gesture that now matters is the said elf and human prince help two human in love monarchs get together

[jelicatessen]

IT KEEPS GOING

[spruce-moose13-blog]

On one hand, of course I want cute Ezraanya snuggles. On the other hand, I want to see a Jelly Ezraanya fic specifically BECAUSE I know it’s going to hurt so good. The “delicate” (:D) intrigue involved with such a star-crossed romance would be a pity to waste on an “easy” courtship. It’s like why you watch horror movies: it’s not about the most classical examples of “Good/positive/warm” feels, but as people we sure just love feeling the whole range of emotions. And Jelly sure knows how to play our emotions like a fiddle :p. BRING IT ON, JELLY!  SMASH OUR HEARTS TO BITS ONLY TO GLUE THEM BACK TOGETHER AGAIN (MAYBE?)! 

[jelicatessen]

a delicate balance: ch 1

Brokering peace between Xadia and the Human Kingdoms comes first. That’s something even Sarai had come to understand a long, long time ago.

(Or the follow up to a delicate arrangement and a delicate condition that exists because I have no self control).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20258569/chapters/48015907

[spruce-moose13-blog]

!!!!!!! ...*hem*, this is most excellent. More detailed AO3 review to be left later. But for now, this is the first song I think of for what might become an Ezraanya playlist (which, come to think of it, also works really well as a Rayllum song): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qjmSR7q9B8 If ya dig it, may it inspire you as you blissfully lose control to fantastically phenomenal fic ideas :)!

[raayllum]

top 5 TDP head canons

i’ll do my own top 5 bc i’m iconic like that

ezran is gay (i’m down for any sexuality for him, honestly, but this is one i like to lean into when thinking about ezran in his mid-to-late teens and beyond)

callum drawing rayla into his family portraits post-s2

rayllum’s first child being a boy

that rayla wouldn’t like zuko very much (which paula then confirmed omg)

rayla falling first (confirmed) and callum’s feelings going to hit him like a brick

bonus: different braids mean different things in elf culture. how long the braid your lover / life partner weaves into your hair is how long they want to be with you (down to the tips means forever)

[spruce-moose13-blog]

That bonus #6, mmpf. That’s good stuff.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Well that’s embarrassing (An open letter to my past self)

Good gravy, Younger Me, you were listening to some dumbasses back in the day on tumblr. No wonder you got burnt out. Luckily, you found people who helped you smarten up. And good mental health care. You didn’t know about that at the time, but again, lucky you had a good support network.

The unlucky thing is, those same dumbasses have brought some bullshit you never would have believed if I told you. It’s real bad. I’m working on it.

Now, I forgive you for being you at the time, even the parts where you were bordering on becoming a little shit (or outright were sometimes).

But some of it is kind of embarrassing now, and I’ll have to deal with that, with any new friends I make or old ones I run into again.

[jelicatessen]

Jelly wtf are you doing

[spruce-moose13-blog]

“Stop” you?

Jelly, I started a tumblr again for the first time in years in part to keep up with you and the rest of the fantastic Rayllum/TDP fandom, but also in part to keep encouraging and cheering you on with the glorious “Delicate” series (within reason of course, all things in balance)!

I should mention: I am also the anon who asked you about Ezraanya a few weeks ago. And the recent fanfics of your fanfic have me thinking about my own one-shot vision for a tense, achingly bittersweet pining romance between “just friends” Ez and Aanya, with “out of the mouths of babes” wisdom from Sarai...

Which is to say, good job inspiring a fandom of a fandom, that’s amazing :D! And super fun for all of us, I’m sure. Thanks for what you do!

[kazerad]

Months and months ago, I wrote a post about Tom Siddell - author of Gunnerkrigg Court - and his near-suicide. Among the responses to it was one calling me a shitty person and bad communicator.

"Shitty person" I can understand. I mean, it’s not something I agree with, but it is a vague title...

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Also M&M. But which kind?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

[deniedmysign]

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

[deniedmysign]

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern. but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all. I still wonder how some of them knew though.

[deniedmysign]

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture. It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time. though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

I hear ya, I imagine it isn’t an easy thing to do in internet or real life. But that wasn’t the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress. I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I’ve made revisions as needed, because I’m not fighting it. But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can’t do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don’t matter? If it’s that simple? Is it that simple?

[deniedmysign]

Everyone is human, it’s more a matter of who’s humane, and that doesn’t carry any marks of appearance. Non-humane people, of all walks of life, learn to mimic being humane to gain their next target. In this, both the directly affected and the humane people of the same walk of life are victims. The humane are now painted with the same brush, if only because there’s no easy way to tell who’s truly humane. It stinks. I know. And I wish it wasn’t about to bring about the same old harping of deconstructing patriarchy, but it is what it is. As much as I wish it weren’t so, we still have a long ways to go, and the nutjob non-humanes are making it that much worse for us as a people.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Sure, it’s just that it hurts Mist. Everyone is hurting, many much worse than me. But it’s something when the ones you think of as friends pick up the brush, and paint you the same. And there’s no way to take the paint off, you’re not allowed, because they said under no uncertain terms that isn’t allowed. Get in the bowl. I’m not fighting this time.

But I don’t think that’s going to make the pain get better, and I don’t think I’m the only one feeling like this, and I don’t think I can do much against the non-humanes from the bowl. Especially while wearing their candy shell. I just figure more hate makes a wedge between everyone, and that surely won’t help. And much like that post about the toothpaste you can’t put back in after you so easily squeeze it out, it doesn’t go away easily once people say it. Lucky for them, the ones who squeeze the most out of the tube are among the most important “forever follows”. I wonder if people realize M&M’s bleed from the heart too? See? The hard exterior shell melts so easily, especially in the hands of those you trust.

[deniedmysign]

well, much as it sucks, telling people that dumb jokes that make any people less than they are (even “that’s so gay”) aren’t cool - it does help. maybe not noticeably, but by doing that, the non-humanes have to go to other non-humanes to tell their jokes, and that makes it marginally easier to tell people apart. it’s not much, but it’s somewhere to start. We all feel helpless among the assholes of the world, because they just laugh when they’re called out. Especially by their preferred target. I’m less than nothing to those people, not worth any more than a warm place to stick a cock at the very most. In some eyes, better off a corpse. I’m not claiming the whole “I hurt more so stop” thing - hurting doesn’t care how much or how little - it still hurts. sadly, part of this is on the parents. Especially with the long-standing trend of letting male children get away with treating female children like crap. That should stop, but good luck starting that movement.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Ok, I’ll buy that about stopping certain jokes in poor taste. It’s a way to start being able to distinguish the truly evil from the good (which I was in fact told is not important and in fact satanic in the slurred negative way, but I digress). And I surely know, you are in a very difficult position, and you’ve personally made me much more aware of such issues. When such negativity like that pops up, it’s my friends (many of whom are online) that I think of, that put a human face on it, that make me not want to support that negativity. And I agree, it must start slowly, starting with a new generation to teach better. All of which brings me to the questions I’m asking tonight:  If those dumb jokes aren’t okay, if calling them out fights against the worst actors, then why was it okay for so, so many people (including ones I truly care about) to make such a joke as reducing me and so many others to candy and cookies, and claim we are categorically indistinguishable from the poison ones? Does that make them feel better? Did they think about how it might make others feel, and did they care (I know the answer to that for some, but I expected that kind of hate from them, it’s the others I’m hurt by)? Do they think it’ll help solve the big problems (because I don’t think so, but they may have mentioned how little they care for the opinion of an M&M/cookie). And did they think of any of their friends when they did it? Does it help to put a “face” to it? And if that’s how they feel, what does that mean they must think/feel about me, now and/or they first met me? Or did they forget about me? Perhaps I’m being selfish, but I feel like it’s an important thing for me to figure out. There’s no way around it being personal, it’s a simple metaphor: I and all the others are in the bowl, together, too alike and too risky to separate, thus we are to be avoided. It’s not as easy as just being able to say “well, friends disagree sometimes, moving on”. Hence why I wanted to begin making sure everyone is clear that I am an M&M (or a cookie).

[deniedmysign]

I personally don’t feel it’s ok. It’s not much different from people generalizing any group in my opinion. It’s why I take people on a case by case basis. But I’m somewhat of a rarity in that. Even when trying to point out that it’s dumb to generalize people, I’ve received hate for it. I can’t tell people that not all allies are bad, because then I must be a cishet in disguise (puh-lease!), I can’t stand up for anyone lest I get shit heaped on me by communities I’m part of. It only contributes to my misanthropy. I hope someday people won’t suck as bad as they do, but I fear it won’t be in my lifetime.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

That's very unfortunate, since I know you are passionate about the plight of many groups, at different times and places. These things start changing very slowly, one bit at a time. For now, I'm just hoping to be clear on this particularly troubling bit from which no good can come. I will still be interested to know what kind of M&M/cookie others besides you think or thought I am/was. Do not be alarmed if the posts exploring my confectionery side continue.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Also M&M. But which kind?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

[deniedmysign]

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

[deniedmysign]

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern. but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all. I still wonder how some of them knew though.

[deniedmysign]

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture. It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time. though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

I hear ya, I imagine it isn’t an easy thing to do in internet or real life. But that wasn’t the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress. I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I’ve made revisions as needed, because I’m not fighting it. But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can’t do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don’t matter? If it’s that simple? Is it that simple?

[deniedmysign]

Everyone is human, it’s more a matter of who’s humane, and that doesn’t carry any marks of appearance. Non-humane people, of all walks of life, learn to mimic being humane to gain their next target. In this, both the directly affected and the humane people of the same walk of life are victims. The humane are now painted with the same brush, if only because there’s no easy way to tell who’s truly humane. It stinks. I know. And I wish it wasn’t about to bring about the same old harping of deconstructing patriarchy, but it is what it is. As much as I wish it weren’t so, we still have a long ways to go, and the nutjob non-humanes are making it that much worse for us as a people.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Sure, it’s just that it hurts Mist. Everyone is hurting, many much worse than me. But it’s something when the ones you think of as friends pick up the brush, and paint you the same. And there’s no way to take the paint off, you’re not allowed, because they said under no uncertain terms that isn’t allowed. Get in the bowl. I’m not fighting this time.

But I don’t think that’s going to make the pain get better, and I don’t think I’m the only one feeling like this, and I don’t think I can do much against the non-humanes from the bowl. Especially while wearing their candy shell. I just figure more hate makes a wedge between everyone, and that surely won’t help. And much like that post about the toothpaste you can’t put back in after you so easily squeeze it out, it doesn’t go away easily once people say it. Lucky for them, the ones who squeeze the most out of the tube are among the most important “forever follows”. I wonder if people realize M&M’s bleed from the heart too? See? The hard exterior shell melts so easily, especially in the hands of those you trust.

[deniedmysign]

well, much as it sucks, telling people that dumb jokes that make any people less than they are (even “that’s so gay”) aren’t cool - it does help. maybe not noticeably, but by doing that, the non-humanes have to go to other non-humanes to tell their jokes, and that makes it marginally easier to tell people apart. it’s not much, but it’s somewhere to start. We all feel helpless among the assholes of the world, because they just laugh when they’re called out. Especially by their preferred target. I’m less than nothing to those people, not worth any more than a warm place to stick a cock at the very most. In some eyes, better off a corpse. I’m not claiming the whole “I hurt more so stop” thing - hurting doesn’t care how much or how little - it still hurts. sadly, part of this is on the parents. Especially with the long-standing trend of letting male children get away with treating female children like crap. That should stop, but good luck starting that movement.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Ok, I'll buy that about stopping certain jokes in poor taste. It's a way to start being able to distinguish the truly evil from the good (which I was in fact told is not important and in fact satanic in the slurred negative way, but I digress). And I surely know, you are in a very difficult position, and you've personally made me much more aware of such issues. When such negativity like that pops up, it's my friends (many of whom are online) that I think of, that put a human face on it, that make me not want to support that negativity. And I agree, it must start slowly, starting with a new generation to teach better. All of which brings me to the questions I'm asking tonight:  If those dumb jokes aren't okay, if calling them out fights against the worst actors, then why was it okay for so, so many people (including ones I truly care about) to make such a joke as reducing me and so many others to candy and cookies, and claim we are categorically indistinguishable from the poison ones? Does that make them feel better? Did they think about how it might make others feel, and did they care (I know the answer to that for some, but I expected that kind of hate from them, it's the others I'm hurt by)? Do they think it'll help solve the big problems (because I don't think so, but they may have mentioned how little they care for the opinion of an M&M/cookie). And did they think of any of their friends when they did it? Does it help to put a "face" to it? And if that's how they feel, what does that mean they must think/feel about me, now and/or they first met me? Or did they forget about me? Perhaps I'm being selfish, but I feel like it's an important thing for me to figure out. There's no way around it being personal, it's a simple metaphor: I and all the others are in the bowl, together, too alike and too risky to separate, thus we are to be avoided. It's not as easy as just being able to say "well, friends disagree sometimes, moving on". Hence why I wanted to begin making sure everyone is clear that I am an M&M (or a cookie).

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Also M&M. But which kind?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

[deniedmysign]

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

[deniedmysign]

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern. but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all. I still wonder how some of them knew though.

[deniedmysign]

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture. It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time. though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

I hear ya, I imagine it isn’t an easy thing to do in internet or real life. But that wasn’t the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress. I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I’ve made revisions as needed, because I’m not fighting it. But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can’t do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don’t matter? If it’s that simple? Is it that simple?

[deniedmysign]

Everyone is human, it’s more a matter of who’s humane, and that doesn’t carry any marks of appearance. Non-humane people, of all walks of life, learn to mimic being humane to gain their next target. In this, both the directly affected and the humane people of the same walk of life are victims. The humane are now painted with the same brush, if only because there’s no easy way to tell who’s truly humane. It stinks. I know. And I wish it wasn’t about to bring about the same old harping of deconstructing patriarchy, but it is what it is. As much as I wish it weren’t so, we still have a long ways to go, and the nutjob non-humanes are making it that much worse for us as a people.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Sure, it's just that it hurts Mist. Everyone is hurting, many much worse than me. But it's something when the ones you think of as friends pick up the brush, and paint you the same. And there's no way to take the paint off, you're not allowed, because they said under no uncertain terms that isn't allowed. Get in the bowl. I'm not fighting this time.

But I don't think that's going to make the pain get better, and I don't think I'm the only one feeling like this, and I don't think I can do much against the non-humanes from the bowl. Especially while wearing their candy shell. I just figure more hate makes a wedge between everyone, and that surely won't help. And much like that post about the toothpaste you can't put back in after you so easily squeeze it out, it doesn't go away easily once people say it. Lucky for them, the ones who squeeze the most out of the tube are among the most important "forever follows". I wonder if people realize M&M's bleed from the heart too? See? The hard exterior shell melts so easily, especially in the hands of those you trust.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Also M&M. But which kind?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

[deniedmysign]

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

[deniedmysign]

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern. but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all. I still wonder how some of them knew though.

[deniedmysign]

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture. It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time. though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

I hear ya, I imagine it isn't an easy thing to do in internet or real life. But that wasn't the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress. I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I've made revisions as needed, because I'm not fighting it. But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can't do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don't matter? If it's that simple? Is it that simple?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Also M&M. But which kind?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

[deniedmysign]

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

[deniedmysign]

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern. but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can't tell like you, after all. I still wonder how some of them knew though.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Also M&M. But which kind?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

[deniedmysign]

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Hey, I'm an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Also M&M. But which kind?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

[spruce-moose13-blog]

Also M&M. But which kind?