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currently we are at ch20!! i didnt get to the end of vol1 but we have a vague idea of what to do, so alls good:o)
#ipfy dot txt#583 work#im a bit upset bc i need to start working on vol2 soon.. which is why ive been basically working on the outline nonstop#and i still need to finish the last 3 refs#BUT I WONT LET THAT STOP ME#i could probably find time through out the day to work.. idk#im hoping i finish vol1 before... lets say wednesday#and then i can catch up on vol2#sigh#okay i should go beddy bye
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Keep You Company
So this happened because 1) I was babysitting and the little girl wouldn’t sleep until I laid in bed with her and my heart has NEVER been more full and 2) my dad’s an audio engineer with a home studio and my mom will just???? Sit in there with him????? He’s got a couch for when clients come over but 90% of the time if I can’t find either of my parents they’re both in there. I love my mom but I swear she’s tone deaf. Not to mention if any of you have heard someone else work on pitch correction you KNOW how annoying it can get after roughly .3 seconds. But she sits in there completely content because they just???? Want to be near each other????? After close to 30 years of marriage????? Where can I find someone who loves me the way my parents love each other. And the way Steve and Eddie love each other. Please.
Also side note if any of yall read Little Love I’m tempted to make this a future excerpt 👀 different name bc who knows if anything’s gonna come of this. and Joanie’s name comes from Joan Jett anyone who got that gets a gold star ⭐️ also Joanie is either 4 or 6. Idk which. But she’s one of those ages. Which if you know anything about kids you know there’s somehow no difference and yet every difference in the world between those two ages.
“Night, Daddy,” Joanie says, moving into Eddie’s studio to drop a kiss onto his cheek. “Love you.”
Eddie startles away from the computer screen, blinking as he realizes just how late it already is. The clock on his desk blinks 9:08 in red, incriminating flashes.
He smiles at his daughter and throws his arms around her as he stands, hugging her to himself and whirling them around the space, careful around the low coffee table. “Goodnight, my little rockstar!” He crows, peppering kisses to her cheeks and forehead, feeling laughter bubble up inside him in response to Joanie’s giggles.
“Daddy!” She shrieks, but doesn’t try to pull away. He laughs and finally puts her down, pressing one last kiss to the crown of her head as he kneels in front of her.
“Night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Sorry I’ve been stuck in here all day. I wish I could just play with you all day instead.”
He boops her nose and she giggles. “What are you doing?”
Eddie hums and picks her up, moving closer to the computer to save his project. “Well, y’know how Daddy’s in a band?”
“Yuh-huh.”
“Well sometimes, Uncle Gareth gets a note wrong.”
Joanie giggles. “Only Uncle Gareth?”
“Only Uncle Gareth,” Eddie agrees in a super-serious way that they both know he doesn’t mean.
“And sometimes Daddy forgets how not to be a perfectionist,” Steve adds from the doorway with a smile.
“Also very true,” Eddie nods, putting his computer to sleep. “But I did a lot of work today, so hopefully I should be done soon. How about for now, I do bedtime clean-up routine, and Papa can read you your book?”
“M’kay,” Joanie says happily, because she’s a heathen and prefers Steve’s storytelling skills over Eddie’s. Eddie wants to bite her cheeks, she’s so cute, so he does, takes a big chomp and makes a dinosaur noise that has Joanie shrieking and laughing.
“Okay, munchkin,” he says, swinging her around onto his back and trotting through the house, purposely jostling her. “Beddy-bye time, which means it’s time for teeth brushing!”
“Can you sing the song?”
Eddie fights back a groan. Somehow, he’d forgotten this was coming. “Sure thing, Joanie. Let’s get some toothpaste on that brush, alright?”
They do, and Joanie looks at him expectantly. “Sing it, Daddy! Sing it!”
“Brush your teeth, up and down. Brush your teeth, ‘round and ‘round. Brush your teeth from left to right, brush your teeth in the morning and night.”
He goes through the entire song, helpless to the smile that grows as Joanie bops happily along to his singing. “Okay, baby bug,” he says finally, standing behind her with a brush. “How d’you want your hair tonight?”
Regardless of the rat’s nest it will be in the morning, Joanie refuses to sleep if her hair is at all in her face. Steve and Eddie started with simple braids until she discovered the magic of YouTube tutorials, which makes the bedtime routine both longer and less mundane.
“Two Elsa braids,” she says, resolutely not learning the proper name and instead using the one Eddie had jokingly said once.
“Two Elsa braids, coming up,” he says, because it’s cute and he’s not going to dissuade her.
“Can we do beads?”
“Beads are a daytime hairstyle, ‘member, munchkin?”
Joanie pouts at him in the mirror. “But they’re pretty!”
“They are pretty, but they won’t stay while you sleep. They’ll fall out, and then you’ll wake up in the middle of the night ‘cause you’re laying on beads, and you’ll wake us up, and then we’ll all be cranky.” Not that that exact thing had happened.
She narrows her eyes at him, trying to find a way around it, then finally huffs and agrees. “Okay.”
“You’ll look pretty even without the beads,” Eddie promises her. “And Elsa doesn’t have beads, remember?”
“Yeah, but Daddy, Elsa’s got magic powers!”
“That she does.”
Joanie pretends to shoot Eddie with her Elsa powers, and Eddie freezes in the middle of the first braid. “I can’t move,” he says, not moving his lips. “You froze me!”
Joanie giggles. “Unfreeze, Daddy!”
He dramatically relaxes and sighs. “Oh, good! Thank you!”
He finishes doing her hair and chases her into her room, where she picks out her pajamas: a pink shirt with ballet-dancing kittens, and a neon-green pair of leggings. “Bold choice,” Eddie comments. “You wanna do it yourself? Or do you want me to help you?”
“I wanna do it,” Joanie says, just like Eddie knew she would.
A few minutes later, she huffs, frustrated. “Daddy, help,” she asks, just like Eddie knew she would.
He helps rescue her from her shirt that had somehow become sentient long enough to wrap around her head, then gets her pants on and tucks her into bed before pressing a long, loud kiss to her forehead. “Nighty-night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
Joanie giggles. “Only Joanie-bugs allowed in my bed!” She declares, and Eddie chuckles. “That’s right.”
He moves toward the door where Steve’s waiting to press a kiss to his husband’s forehead. “Sorry I was so busy.”
“You were working,” Steve murmurs. “It’s fine. I’ll come join you when I’m done, m’kay?”
“I’m gonna be in the studio for at least another hour tonight, babe,” Eddie says apologetically.
“Then I guess I’ll come keep you company.” He presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips before shoving him out the door. “Go work, I’ll be there in a bit.”
“Sir yes sir,” Eddie salutes, marching back to his studio.
The next time he surfaces, it’s to a tugging at his sleeve. He blinks, glances at the clock—10:37—and turns, ready to apologize to Steve, only to see Joanie.
A quick look reveals no Steve anywhere in the studio, so Eddie thinks he’s probably in bed. “Hey, munchkin,” he murmurs, picking her up and setting her in his lap. “We put you to bed an hour ago, what’s going on? Bad dream?”
Joanie shakes her head before resting it on Eddie’s shoulder. “Papa’s snoring.”
Eddie blinks. Steve does snore, but not loud enough she should be able to hear it from her room. “Oh,” he says quietly. “Did he fall asleep before finishing the story?”
Joanie nods against his shoulder, and he sighs as he cuddles her closer, once again saving his project before completely shutting the computer down for the night. “M’kay, Joanie-bug, let’s go get Papa into his own bed.”
“Daddy?” She asks on the way to her room.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Why’s Papa so tired?”
Eddie sighs. “He’s a teacher, sweet pea. He does a lot all day. And he loves his job, but it is very tiring. Then he comes home and cooks, ‘cause he’s better at it than I am. And there’s a lot of stuff that needs to be done around the house.”
Joanie’s quiet for a second. “And me?” She finally asks.
Eddie’s heart stutters painfully. “No, baby,” he murmurs. “Your Papa and I love you, so much, okay?”
“Okay,” Joanie agrees, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you too, Daddy.” After a few seconds of thought, she says, “Are there cooking videos on YouTube? Like for hair?”
Eddie blinks. “To learn how to do it? Yeah, I think so.”
Joanie nods. “You should watch those. And cook for Papa.”
Eddie chuckles. “Maybe I will,” he agrees, stopping short in the doorway to smile at the sight in front of him.
The bedside lamp is on and Steve, glasses askew, is halfway on the bed, on top of the covers. The book is open in his lap, hands still holding on to the sides. He is, as Joanie had said, snoring.
Eddie kisses Joanie’s forehead and puts her into bed beside Steve before taking the book from Steve’s lax hands, shutting it and putting it on her bedside table before kissing Steve’s forehead. “Stevie, baby,” he murmurs. “Wake up.”
Steve’s eyebrows scrunch and his eyes flutter beneath his closed lids before he takes an extra-deep breath and his eyes open. “Eds?” He murmurs. “What’s wrong?”
“You’ve gotta get up,” Eddie murmurs. “This isn’t your bed.”
He watches as Steve processes his words then looks around. He sees the confusion morph into understanding when he sees Joan. “Oh,” Steve murmurs. “Sorry, Joanie.”
“‘S okay, Papa,” Joanie answers. “You should go to bed.”
Steve chuckles tiredly and kisses her forehead. “I am, right now,” he promises. “Night, Joanie.”
“Night, Papa. Night, Daddy!”
“Night, Joanie-bug,” Eddie answers, wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist, half as a hug and half to help his husband stay steady.
“Sorry, Eds,” Steve murmurs. “Meant to join you.”
“It’s alright,” Eddie promises. “How about tomorrow I take Joanie out early for breakfast and let you sleep in?”
Steve frowns. “But you have work.”
“I’ve done the majority of it already,” Eddie answers. “You could take her out tomorrow afternoon if you want. Or just have a movie marathon here. I’ll finish up what I have to do. Tomorrow’s Saturday, right? So I’ll finish tomorrow, then Sunday I can make waffles for all of us. How’s that sound?”
Steve hums. “Good, ‘sides the you cooking part of it.”
“Oh, you little shit,” Eddie says delightedly, pressing a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Just you wait, you’ll understand the power of YouTube tutorials.”
Steve chuckles, quiet, tired, but no less full of love. “I can’t wait.”
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#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#kid fic#is this what constitutes a kid fic?#or is that when the characters turn into kids#asking the important questions here#it’s 3:20am#I wrote this in like. two hours#send help#just an excuse to write fluff honestly#starambles
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Results of "Wake Up, Tword Asks"
From @softleesam's post!
As expected, MOST OF YOU ARE LEEESSSSS HEEHEEHEE
Neck won first as the spot most people enjoy for giggles, then sides, then tummy!
This is fascinating! Lotta people love tummies heehee
Congratulations to @sleepysheepytea, @fluffomatic, and @bigdumbtickler03 for collectively getting first place!! According to (my audience at least), you are the most flustering content creators! In second place, there's @mushiewrites and @made-by-jade-222, who are both so awesome!! And finally, congrats to our runner-ups: @ticklepinions, @lovelymessybubbly, @altheadajoysoul, @sweettallahassee, @coy-lee, @otomiya-tickles, @wormonastriing, @fluffystuffies, @twordish-ler, @parker-fluff, @obsessedwithseb, @touched-starved-switch, (myself! yay!), @massive-uwu-energy, and @shyticklemonster!!!! Each of you were mentioned by name at least once as being the most flustering!!! Congratulations, mwah mwah heehee
Yeah, this is about what I expected heh- If there's anything everyone agreed on, it was that YOU MUST RESPECT PEOPLE'S BOUNDARIES. NO IFS ANDS OR BUTS. Some people like tickling as a fun sfw activity that makes them happy, and for others, it's a kink. THAT IS OKAY!!!!!!!! Please just be kind, be understanding, and be respectful of people's boundaries.
Again, as expected, since most of you are lees xD
I would like to take this opportunity to shout out the people who don't get enough attention!! Teasy Lees (*biiiiiig stretch, showing midriff to ler and smirking* "whatcha lookin at~?"), Shy Lers ("u-u-uhm,, c-can i tword you pleaseee? its okay if not but you look really twordish and i wanna tword you!!"), Stoic Lers ("Why are you laughing?" *as they poke*), and Gentle Lees ("You're doing great!! I love the way you're tickling me!" *through laughter and giggles*)
But if there's one thing we love here, it's playfulness, and I wholeheartedly agree!!
Once again, you're all mostly lees, so the gravitation towards the 'very easily' side of the chart makes sense heehee
(gosh i love trendlines look at that awesome trendline)
Wow! Almost a 3/4 split! That's pretty neat heehee
Interesting!!! Most people wanted to watch an animated movie (Disney, DreamWorks, Studio Ghibli, etc.), but a lot of people wanted to watch horror movies so that the tickles could help them relax!!
okay i know this is ugly but this question produced so many hecking characters i just wanted to include a lot of themmm
(im sorry if i didnt get yours on theree)
also Featuring: The Marvel Corner in the bottom right cuz you guys love marvel characters heehee
checks out!!! i wish i saw more back tickles in art and fics cuz they need more attentionnnnnnn
its getting very late and i had a lot of trouble trying to adapt this question into a chart but i did my besttttt
(gosh im so tired im almost to the enddd)
(for context, the question is if you could choose one spot to tickle/be tickled in, which would it be)
ooooo it's a tie between Sides and Tummy! and neck not far behind! interesting!!!
This was very flusteringg heehee
you guys sure are creative with all the variationssss >/////////////<
the "how does tickling make you feel" question has a lot of really personal responses, and i dont feel comfy sharing them, even if they are anonymous
and the last question is sorta vague so everyone answered it however they chose, so I couldn't really make a chart out of it
WHICH MEANS IM DONE YAYYYY TIME FOR BEDDY BYE
so uhm I don't usually beg for people to reblog stuff but I put so much time and effort into this so if you'd be so kind as to, y'know ahem ahem, I'd really appreciate that, thank youuuu~!!!!!!!!
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hihi!! i have bad news... i had a hard time going to sleep last night :[[. i had a lot of intrusive thoughts and even a nightmare!! do you have any advice for when you can't go beddy bye? if you have any tips for regressing before bed as well, i would appreciate it ^_^. either way have a nice day!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。
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hihi lil bug’ 🌼
oh no, i’m sorry love :(
i do have some tips & tricks to help because i also suffer a lot with this, so i understand how icky it is
okay! so tips on regressing before bed:
-> have your room ready to go: make a little nest if you’ve had a particularly bad day, fill it with blankets, plushies & pillows and enjoy the comfort.
-> take a nice bath/ hot shower: it’ll help relax your body & mind a lot- i love taking them after a hard day, you can feel the stress legit melt away. if that’s too overwhelming- simply putting your head over the sink and pouring water over it to clean it helps too <3.
-> a warm drink: i use tea- but having a warm drink like hot coco or warm milk can really relax the mind & body, it helps me turn off my emotions and go all fuzzy <3.
-> a cosy movie: put something on that you watch a lot in little space, my go to is any studio ghibli movie- i’m obsessed with them. listening to the lullaby of howls moving castle sends me straight into little space <3
->having your little stuff close: i always bring a paci to bed with me, just in case i need it <3.
i hoped these helped ^^
i wish you sweet dreams & a good regression <3
and of course a good day <3
- 🍰
#agere blog#age regression#agere community#safe agere#sfw age regression#sfw agere#sfw little community#sfw little blog#sfw little post#agere little#age dreaming#agere lifestyle#agere post
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Yo-kai Watch 3 tierlist (Help)
So remember when I said I might do a ykw 3 tierlist depending on how well people like the ykw 2 tierlist?
...Well,
that was a lie. I got bored and did it anyway. Yippee! This took an unsurprisingly long time, and made me realise just how many yo-kai the third game tossed at us.
*Cracks Wrists* Oh boy here we go. Forgive if I get names wrong it is like 9pm when I'm writing this.
As usual, we have the favourites tier, the blorbos I wouldn't be mad if they knocked on my doorbo. Except I'd be very cornfused, or scared.
Some yo-kai I like because of their designs, like Alpina, Benazaiten, Bubble Beth, Her Egglency, Legsit, Lil' Blue Bathing Hood, Sighdurr and Skillskull. Very cool dudes and dudettes. I haven't used any of them I don't think but yeah.
And then we have the yo-kai I like because of the games, or anime, Agent X/EXecutor, Cue-tee, Demandi, Double Time, Dr Nocturne, Gorgeous Ambassador, Hoaxy Coaxy, Intune, KJ, Mee2, No-Bot/Yopple Bot, Slackajack, Specthare, Treeter, Unbearaboy, Usapyon and Whisper.
So yeah most of the yo-kai. But can you blame me? Probably, but oh well.
And the other yo-kai like Ballin, Chicken Chukket and Originyan I like because m e m e.
Also I really thought Slackajack was going to better himself after I beat him up for kidnapping kids, but he didn't, shame on you. I was hoping for a redemption arc. Hailey's TED talk didn't work as well as I hoped.
I like most of these guys because they're cool! Or because of in the game.
So this is the great tier, but also the cool designs tier, because while I don't remember some of their names, they're cool enough to be memorable for me.
Exceptions are Injournalist, Ghoulfather, Rongo Swirl, Little Charming, Silver Lining, Lionguist, Rocky Badboya, Princess Pearl and Beddy Byes, who I liked because of the game.
This is the Good Tier! Yo-kai who are good enough to not be in neutral, but not good enough to be higher.
Nothing to say about anyone, but I'd probably move Zomboy up to Great now after doing his quest. I was tempted to put Sighborg in Neutral because he just will not befriend me and it makes me mad but I decided not to.
Fuu 2 would've been in great but the quests made me cringe. Kind of.
And then we have everyone else, well, not everyone, but a vast majority of the yoke guys. I'd consider being in here a good thing. You're fine, you passed the vibe check.
Don't mind the blacked out spot, I put a yo-kai there I didn't mean to, don't remember what yo-kai but that guy would be in neutral probably.
As usual, nothing wrong with these guys, there's just something off I can't put my finger on.
AND THEN WE HAVE FRICKEN SHEDWIN.
Okay, I'm all about yo-kai being wacky and weird because that's the point. But Shedwin takes this too far. This man is just a hairball constantly scratching himself and getting dandruff all over my hardwood floors! His face makes me uncomfortable. He looks like the type of guy to give you a candy but it's not candy its his own dandruff, gross. And this is coming from someone with greasy dandruff hair.
I'm sorry Shedwin, but stay five miles away from me at all times.
This is self explainatory, I don't know any of these dudes.
#yo kai watch#yokai watch#youkai watch#yo-kai watch 3#tier list#shedwin hate post /j#feel free to bully me for this
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M*A*S*H - Season 5, misc. notes
Public-facing episode guide here, live recording of nonsense backstage philosophizing: well that’s here. Odd way to phrase that (bodes well!)— this one’s mostly just the meta! We got into meta this time.
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Did they slow down my theme song??
They slowed down my theme song and shoehorned in an extra riff—to fit in William Christopher <3
Ooookay it’s been four years coming that some decent salt-of-the-earth working class private is just like, Doctor Hawkeye, I cannot parse what you are saying. He deserves this and this was so funny.
In Sherm language we don’t say “be careful,” we say “remember, my wife is looking forward to meeting you,” and I think that’s adorable.
I’m becoming such a Klinger girlie. People like being able to sort other people into categories, straight people and queer people alike, and hahah you are just not gonna get that with Corporal Klinger! Bellísimo <3 gender expression is unpindownable. He's a man he's in a dress he's my best friend.
The tone they’re landing on for Margaret, Hawk, and BJ being all, I still think you’re ridiculous and will make fun of you but also I do enjoy palling around with you when you’re like this is just, ideally managed. Guess who directed this one!
Whew okay, pained shouting! We haven’t really done this!
There’s a way Hawkeye talks to BJ when he has his eyes covered and is in muted crisis, which has actually happened twice now, which is how I can say that there’s something in his voice that’s the same every time, and isn’t in his voice any other time, and each time I feel suddenly desperate to physically hide him with my arms for being too exposed. And other absolutely untrammeled sentences I never expected to write about M*A*S*H (1972-1983). (But it's only when he can't seeeee him!)
Klinger chiding “Don’t hit that” after blindfolded Hawkeye walks right into a stove has made me laugh three times, once initially, once on instant replay, and now just thinking about it
I phoned-in my friend the actual eye care professional, by the by, and keratitis of the cornea does indeed usually heal right back up, but would hurt like the dickens while it does. So while it’s not mentioned in the script, feel free, as I have done, to imagine Hawkeye’s on just, so much morphine. It’s actually maybe even less in his performance dopily talking about the rain, than in BJ’s performance watching him dopily talk about the rain, that I could very much see (sorry) to that being the case.
BJ: “Time for beddy-bye.”
Hawkeye: “As us butch guys say at the front.”
Briefly astral-shifted effect of this almost as powerful as the time my father and I were driving all the way across America one December to move me from New York to Portland, and like two days in he comments during a moment of navigation, that when he was in college, he and his fraternity brothers would always use the direction “go forward” because “no one wanted to be straight,” and that one second before I realized he meant straight in the early 1970s sense of “square” was like falling into another plane.
“Boy, you think the Army would try to fix it so guys that are married with each other could be in the same outfit.” Radar sweetie sometimes I think I might die for you and your jumbled grammar
This posture is so unnecessarily visually compelling
Then just, pardon me, reaching inside BJ’s knee to pull his wheelchair back up to him again… Are we making sure they teach this in schools
Meaninglessly Evocative Tableaus To Make With Your Body. 101.
I did laugh at Colonel Flagg walking in in a deeply embellished and unhinged get-up and Radar just going oh hi Flagg
Klinger’s found another soldier who speaks Arabic—crew
Sidney recognizing that Father Mulcahy is just a fellow therapist—crew
Alan Alda as Sidney Freedman writing on BJ Hunnicutt: “He’s an enigma with size 13 shoes.”
[choking slightly] Okay-
"In the midst of the most terrific enterprise ever devised to separate a person’s brain from his buns, BJ goes calmly on. I envy his serenity. Although there must be a volcano under there somewhere."
Okay !
Radar: “I thought that was p-sgetti.” help me
Hawkeye, drink in hand, watching Klinger spin a new narrative, and turning to Potter to remark in this exact tone, “I like this!” is the most represented I have ever felt in my entire life. Me Watching A Media!!
Just got a “Ja wohl, Herr Leutnant” from Klinger to BJ. I'm very into what these two have going on when they’re in the O.R., incidentally. The way BJ & Klinger flirt has always got this like, regalness to it, and only ever in the midst of surgery.
Have I mentioned how much I love Nurse Kellye? Fucking love Nurse Kellye. She’s been around what, three seasons by now? Hilariously they keep bringing back a few of the same actors as different nurses, but Nurse Kellye is just Nurse Kellye, steadfast. She’s got pigtails right now and is helping BJ on a bucket brigade.
Oh my god…it IS Friday the 13th, as I watch this! Spooky.
The thing about Alda as a director, is that he loves visual bits. Even if they didn’t put the names up front, I swear I’d know. In this scene he’s got a camera set-up arranged so that first he, then Father Mulcahy, have been successively revealed as Potter and Frank move through Potter’s office, right at opportune moments in their dialogue. ME:
Father Mulcahy: “Wondrous is man and mysterious the ways of God. And I would have no one shield my eyes from the glory of His works.”
Frank: “What does that mean?”
Father Mulcahy: “It means there’s more than one way to skin a spirit. :)”
The. Best. Chaplain. Reaction. To. A shamanistic ritual to drive the evil spirits from the camp! And this delivery….William Christopher said Father Mulcahy is going to be a dang ass freak, in exactly his own way <3
How often is BJ tossing things off his cot and pulling a blanket over Hawkeye? [reprise] This is a show about sleeping.
Update: especially this particular episode, which is about Not sleeping!
Two years since he’s seen his dad. For your diaries. Huh, one year that he lived with Trapper…and by Potter’s reckoning all of S4 was only a few months…hang on, was Hawkeye already there as long as maybe eight months on his own before Trapper got there? Oh I love that idea. I realize actually trying to chart the timeline of this 11 season show stuffed into a 3-year war is just gonna go full Jeremy Bearimy, but I’m holding on to this one as one possible emotional truth of it because I like it very much.
Few things can make you more feel like another person is secretly a different species than learning how they fold their socks.
BJ baby you are an enigma in size 13 shoes but I sure do feel like I get a Lot from what I do get!! Honey I’m shouting. Let’s pretend that we’re fighting. :) I’ll grab your arm and pull you around. :)
First time I’ve heard Hawkeye call him Hunnicutt and it does of course feel like he’s just going to be calling him honey, something he completely might do in any circumstance.
My god this is such a perfectly calibrated thing for Hawkeye to get hung up on though, because 100% had it not even occurred to BJ at this point that it would actually bother Hawkeye to be told he hates to lose, while for Hawkeye, who prides himself on his air of cool nonchalance, finding out that people know he *does* hate to lose and is in fact rather high-strung about it (about a lot of things really), is driving him bonkers. He’ll want to insist he doesn’t actually care, but of course, that’s very much caring! He’s stuck!
TIMELOOP KLAXON: Colonel Potter is still counting down the end of his tour as 16 months—we were already at about 16 months this time last season. In one year we have covered: 0 months. Terrific stuff.
Ooo, moving away from Frank means Margaret gets to be less bigoted now! She just “to each their own”ed!
PAUSE. Pause pause pause:
“My wife bottles things up, keeps everything inside. So I get in her way in the kitchen. I keep nudging her, until she gets sore enough to swing at me. Then out it comes. The anger, tears, the problem. Everything.”
So you’re saying BJ is a very emotionally intelligent person, with an innate willingness to step up and trip the release valve for people he cares about who are just spinning in their own caught-up emotions. Wow you don’t say, really? Because that would MAKE ALL THE SENSE IN THE WORLD. GodDAMN that fits, goddamn but he has been doing this to Hawkeye already!!!! BJ, just like, I see the sparks racing along your edges; let me be your grounding wire. And not caring about the snap. Yell.
Hawkeye to BJ: “C’mon, pour your heart out. I’m a doctor, I can fix it.”
Me, 1.5 drinks deep in this one: “Oh, Jesus Christ!”
I like when they’ve got their sterile hands held up while referring to a medical text someone is holding open for them.
Hmm. No you know what, I’m gonna do it, I'm gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. [Poster for M*A*S*H Season 5] Here's my review: not gay enough. What made this show so special in its first seasons, was that when characters were making homoerotic quips, those quips were never undercut at all. The joke was actually that every gay comment got a response that took it further. What was fun what was thrilling, what made you laugh and love them, was that they were daring to not back it down, to leave it out there, leave the possibility open to take him up on that, and it was all in keeping with the sort of existential nihilism of the war. Who cares; hold me. Positively counter-cultural.
I don’t want to sound overly alarmed, but we are losing this! They’re still making queer jokes, but now they are taking it back down, and I protest it. Let me give you some examples:
2x17 - You can watch this in gif form, and meanwhile I’ll tell you how this encapsulates exactly what I mean about the way early M*A*S*H was queer: it’s because Henry remarking in response to an ‘one hand washes the other’ comment from Hawkeye, “You fix that sweetheart, and I’ll give you a bath,” a) already feels something pretty special with that 'sweetheart', but b) would on any other show then OR now be followed (leveled out) by Hawkeye turning to Trapper and saying something like “I think he’s been here too long.” But NOT ON M*A*S*H, no here Hawkeye yes-and’s, he plays in the space, creates a whole space; he comes back with: “That part of our relationship is over, Henry.” You see how that’s so different? You see how that’s amazing? How I love that?
And we’re just not doing this so much anymore. Look at these now:
5x05 - Hawkeye: “If the war’s over, meet me under the clock at Grand Central in 10 years. We’ll go dancing.”
BJ: “I lead.”
Hawkeye: “Then you buy.”
You see how that kinda clips it off, kinda falls back? In earlier seasons that would fall forward, it wouldn’t have this slight check. We'd commit, we'd go one up, “Would you? And dip me?” Remember when Hawkeye used to actually come on to the other men of the 4077? When he would always keep tossing the next move back to their court, like the one time (actually in court) he and BJ did do this? The way he slightly tilts in. The dare. So notable for being the only time in the past two seasons, with anyone, set against any of his dozens of such come-ons to Trapper or, to torment him, Frank.
Another:
5x20 - Alda’s got the typewriter again and his very first line as BJ does push-ups is “Did I ever tell you you look cute with your shirt off?,” but the second line is “No,” and the third is “I think I know why.” No! BJ is supposed to throw back “That’s why I’m doing this,” and then Hawkeye still gets to groan in exasperation, “Sleeeep, I wanna sleep!” but now it's so much better. At the end of this same episode drunken BJ, flush with surgical success, clambers up and slings his arms around him going “Hawkeye Hawkeye Hawkeye!,” and Hawkeye, still checking for hepatitis, peers at him going “Show me your tongue,” so far so good, and BJ goes “My tongue! That’s small potatoes. I’ll show you my butt!” and Hawkeye’s response is: nothing. How! In Season 3 he’d be saying “My mother warned me about fast men,” or “Well it is your finest asset,” anything. Something!
It’s just, the reason why I feel like I can come up with all of these so easily, is that this used to be all the time. I know how I wish these flirty jokes would flow because they did flow that way. And I miss it. C'mon babes, remember who you are. Remember what made you great, what made you special. Lean in.
Potter: “I almost lost Hawkeye today.”
Hawkeye: “In a poker game?”
Potter: “I’d never throw you into the pot unless I had at least two pair.”
Well a) lol, but b) can’t figure it, but this whole episode I’ve been finding the idea that someone could carry Dr. Pierce off for himself captivating and somehow, recognized? This is not like, a thing, I don’t think I’ve ever actually encountered a story with this before, but my mind is like oh yeah, just like in stories with post-apocalyptic doctor bartering, sort of kidnapped around. ?? Where is this coming from. Why am I like oh yeah I’m familiar with this emotional landscape? !? No you’re not! What is this!
I appreciate how much of My Darling Clementine we’re watching. We’re really just watching a movie together! You know I haven’t actually seen a John Ford film before? Horizon looks nice .. :)
Hawkeye taking up knitting has been really good for me. He’s currently using BJ to wind a skein of yarn.
GOD I love it when they let Loretta Swit play drunk. Best drunk actor on this show by 500 miles. And this show has a lot of drunk actors.
Oh so now this season has lasted 8 months, you think? It has Not…you all are stuck here <3
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Season Viewguides
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beloved Alex, @wizardofgoodfortune, has honored me once again by tagging me in the following WIP game, and as I promised her earlier, I wanted to have this posted by this evening :3 so here we go!
you know the drill: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.
I am...apparently an agonizingly slow writer, so I have very little of any of these actually written (except for the 5+1... that one has a good chunk..) so pls lmk if you would rather have a snippet or like, just a lil thought process or something!
fic idea? 😳 (or on my laptop, it's labeled '5+1 apology fic')
siigh alright fic idea #2 (laptop name is 'grave digging 1889')
fic idea 3 self defense Hob
70's roller skate date (this is pretty much a collab with alex and vi, let's be real)
I have a few playlists in the works as well, because of course I do, so I'll list what I have them currently named as and if you wanna ask about 'em you can lolol (the ones listed are all sandman related, obvi)
'Dream 2'
'Hob 2'
'y'know 1'
(this one is technically done,..maybe? but i think i'll add more if I'm particularly struck, so I'll add it here) 'and by the lamps eternal'
okay! that's all I have for now! if anyone sends anything in, I'll most likely have to answer them tomorrow 'cause it's my beddy bye time. but yeah these WIPS are practically the first things I've ever actually like, written for fun or tbh fiction in general?? so ofc i'm a lil nervy abt that but YEEHAW IG
thanks again Alex for tagging me, i'm so incredibly honored and overjoyed to be here 🥺 <3 I don't have very many peeps to tag who haven't already been tagged so off the top of my head I'm gonna say @leave-me-alone-doctor (hi bb <3) and @croakings (i know you got some bangers rattlin around somewhere... you pop off.. <3) and @watermelon-mafia (idk if you have anything specific cookin up rn but if soooo 👀) okay gn for now, love y'all 😘
#jules.taggame✨#my beloved mutuals ✨#jules.wip✨#oooh new tag...mayhap#don't have much to say here so i'm gonna go comment on fic i've been procrastinating commenting on and then pass tf out gnight y'all
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okay u know as someone w adhd and anxiety whos coping mechanism for remembering to do stuff seems to be "have a mental checklist of things that i will randomly get paranoid about like did i lock the doors did i leave the oven on is the fridge open. and before i go to bed or anything i have to go oh wait did i check i should check then i check like 3 times bc OH MY GOD WHAT IF I DIDNT ACTUALLY CHECK" (i just did one check ajd im probablt gonna do another right after this post) i realzied st that would be Really Helpful but god i dont wanna go full smart house:
just little basic ass sensors that can tell stuff like "is the oven on" or "is the door locked", and sends everything to a lil screen i can put on the wall and if its in the bad one its a Bright Red Square saying hey!!! forgot thing!!! so instead of getting outta bed i can just look at Screen On Wall that says nah ur good nothings red.
BUT, BUT!!! none of its like ohh ur oven is SMART and u can turn it on with your PHONE and unlock ur doors w ur PHONE and blah blah blah because God No, i would be even more paranoid about idk hackers burning my house down by turning my oven on high while im sleeping. it is JUST sensor to tell me Information. and none of it fucking Mega Corp Owned. i can tolerate a lil of that as needed but aaaa
anyway brb i gotta go check my locks/oven/fridge/etc again because its beddy bye time
#buzzy#i assume this would be doable for a techy bitch who knows how to Set Up Sensors maybe#tho idk if the oven one in partic would b harder if only bc. hot. melting.
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hmmmmm okay it is time for me to go beddy bye methinks!!!! but beforr that i want to say that vcing with you was suchhhh a joy and highlight today as it is whenervr we get to and truly just love love loved watching the cs with you and rlly i love talking w you soooo very much!!!!! and rlly i just love knowing you so much and getting to be your friend and you are so so so wonderfully here for me and i am so so grateful bcuz i know you really care about me sm and i want you to know that i care about you too sooo very much and pls know i will always listen to anything you wanna share and will be here for you however i can and support you as best i can justlike you are so understand kind thoughtful and considerate to me!! or rather like if i can make u feel even a fraction as warm and safe as you make me feel i wld be so glad, bcuz u truly deserve it and because truly i j care about you and yeah!!! what i mean issss i love youu!!!!! (hugs you very muchly if you like !💕❤️💕💕💕💕❤️❤️❤️❤️💕🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️💕💕💕🫶🏻)
!!! ;; ur so so sweet mx omg i love you so so much !! :'> i had so so much fun vcing together too i hope you know it rly rly was so so nice and fun i think to call nd watch cs together and nd j talk and spend time together yea it was rly rly nice i think just like spending time w u always is mx !!!! and ough mx im so so glad that i can let you know tht i rly care abt you bc well its true i do i really really do so so very much <3 you really do mean so so much to me mx and are just such an important part of my life and i just love you so os much and WANNA care for you so os much so im so so glad that i can mx i rly am and i hope you knoe that you do rly care for me mx nd support me and make me feel so so warm and safe mx u rly rly do and it just means so so os so so so much to me that you do and that you *want* to it rly rly does and im just so so so greatful for that and for you and just that i get to have you in my life and that i get to be ur friend it rly rly does mx and i just hope you know that and i hope you know that i love you so so much mx so so very much i rly rly truly do :'> *hugs you back if you wish so so v much* !! 💞💞💞❣❣💞💞💗💗💞💞❣❣💞💗💗💗
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i had something interesting to tell you but i fucking. forgot it.
uh . yeah . <3 bye
it's okay monty i love hearing from you no matter what <33
HOWEVER. i do believe it's late where you are. so it's time for beddy bye!!!! go to bed!!!!!!
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I have really dry eyes bc the oil glands are blocked or smth but the problem is it keeps making my brain think I'm tired bc rn it's more comfortable to have my eyes closed than open so my brain is like okay sleepy time ur going to beddy byes nighty night little baby sweet dreeeaams <3<3😴
#honk shoo ygm#slime speaks#i need to ask if crying will help#one of my fews talents is that i can cry on cue#and the optician recommended gently rubbing my eyes when theyre warm and wet from a shower#tears are also warm and wet so maybe i can cut out the middle man and just cry
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Hi. heard it was anon love letter time. good thing because HUZZAH i love u and ur blog (platonically) !! and i love seeing all the content u enjoy on my feed :) okay that’s all, have a good day or night or . afternoon
MWAAAAAAAAH 💋 planting a big ole smack-a-roo right on your forehead nonny! Night time, it's beddie bye for both of us (eventually) so sleep well buddy <3
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#OOC#Okay im exhausted n like falling asleep at the keyboard so.#beddy bye time.#tomorrow!! i gotta unpack.#and then hopefully i can throw out some drafts#and maybe do a doodle.......... if im ambitious.#KKKS#hopefully tomorrow my foot isnt too bad..#bro i got so many injuries this trip.#this nail. mysterious bruises. burned my finger twice. X__X#anyway tho.#GOODNIGHT...#im so sad my dash was p dead aside like 3-4 people .. :( i missed everyone so;; sdikfj#well theres always tomorrow!#anyway gngngngngng#gn
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Tag Game
I was tagged by @lotsoffandomimagines and @supervalcsi, thank you so much, I hope you’re having good days!! 💕💕💕
Name: Matthias
Nicknames: Matt
Zodiac Sign: Squishy squishy fishy mcfish god I am tired
Height: 5′4
Languages: Very bad native English and way, way worse slowly-being-learned-good-god-have-you-ever-heard-an-Australian-try-to-speak-Spanish?-no?-good-you-don’t-want-to Spanish :D I can’t roll my Rs :D
Nationality: Australian
Favorite Season: Winter even though my lungs hate it with a ~burning~ passion
Favourite Flower: Snpdragons and forget-me-nots
Favourite Smell: Tea
Favourite Colour: Navy blue
Favourite Animal: Dog!!!
Favourite Fictional Character(s): This will quickly devolve into what characters I have crushes on so I’ll just say Klaus Hargreeves and leave it at that lmao
Tea, Coffee, or Hot Chocolate: TEA
Average Sleep Hours: Like... 4 or 5? I’m trying to get better. I made a schedule and this is the first time I’ve broken it bc I was out all day and I have shit to do now I’m home uughajshaklvsjvhshaHJOajbPajbk
Cat or Dog Person:
D O G
Dream Trip: idk man I didn’t think I’d live this long what’d you want from me
# of Blankets I Sleep With: 1 to 2
Blog Established: Uhh, either late 2016 or early 2017....??? maybe??
Followers: 538, it’s been sitting p steady there for a while and I love all of you :’)
Fun Fact: Uhhh I have a cap on one of my teeth bc it grew it bad but the dentist I had at the time sHOULD HAVE JUST PULLED IT OUT BC NOW IT’S CAUSING LIKE 5000 MORE PROBLEMS I LOVE HAVING A BODY IT’S GREAT :))))
I tag whoever would like to do this!! :D
#tag#remind me to make a post ranting about all the fucking problems I have to do with my mouth okay#I need to rant again lmao#but now#bed#beddles#beddy byes#god I am tired#and I managed to put like.my entire collarbone/shoulder/chest area out somehow#so now every time I move and breathe and laugh and talk I'm in pain#fun#I love my skeleton :))))#I have no ambition and I have no life plans whatsoever I don't know what my dream vacation would be#except for going around the world meeting all my friends!! that would be lovely!!#<3 <3 <3
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tw: slightly nsfw pic at the moodboard, CG/L, littlespace and age regression <3
now on Ao3 <3
Bubbles, Baby
He just missed him. Tony had been gone for hours now, and he said his ‘emergency meeting’ would be over quick. It was already late when he left, and Peter really didn’t have it in him to stay awake. But he missed his Tony. Sniffling softly, he let go of the pillow he had been cuddling with and waddled to Tony’s side of the walk-in closet. He pulled out his favorite sweatshirt of Tony’s and traded it for his science pun t-shirt. He walked back to their bed, a new wave of tears hitting him. Hugging himself, he fell back onto the bed.
Tony and him had only officially gotten together for two months now, but Peter couldn’t stand not seeing him for this long, especially when he was feeling this clingy.
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Tony got home later than he had planned.
Stepping out of the private elevator that led to him and Peter’s penthouse suite at the top of the Stark tower, he softly called out, “Peter? I’m home, sweetheart”, but got no answer. He must already be asleep, he thought.
He quietly made his way to their bedroom, loosening his tie along the way. He was met with a very miserable looking Peter, huddled up with blankets with his nose and eyes red. “Oh baby-”, he was cut short when the crying bundle of blankets practically tackled him. He hugged him and slowly led him back to the bed, soothing the muffled cries with kisses to Peter’s forehead.
“-missed you so much. Thought- thought you weren’ coming back-”, “Honey, I’d never just leave you alone all night, I’m so sorry I was gone for so long, but I’m here now, okay?”.
Peter nodded into his shoulder and mumbles, “Missed daddy..”, with one last sniffle. “Well, daddy’s here to take care of you now, princess.”
Tony started peeling away the layered blankets around Peter, praising him for being so patient the whole time. “Hey-” He booped Peter’s nose, eliciting a giggle from the boy, “Whaddya say we take a bath, huh? Get you all cleaned up, baby?”
Peter nodded his agreement, looking up at him with his big doe eyes. Tony pushed himself off of the bed, Peter immediately fussing and tugging his arm. “I’m just gonna get the bath going, lovely, I’m not going anywhere”. Peter seemingly thought about it for a moment before he slowly let go of Tony’s arm. He took his suit jacket off and left it on the bed before rolling his sleeves up and stepping towards the bathroom.
Since Peter had moved in, Tony’s basic (and yet still luxurious) bathroom had been morphed into something you’d see in a Bath & Body Works ad. A little basket filled with bath bombs here, excessive amounts of hair care products there. And of course, Peter’s bath toys, lined up neatly along the bathtub’s wide edge.
After filling the up with warm water, adding Peter’s favorite bubble bath and lighting up his vanilla scented candles, he went back to the curly haired boy and smiled fondly at him. “Ready, babyboy?”
Peter nodded and made grabby hands towards Tony. He chuckled and picked him up bridal style, Peter’s arms automatically looped around his neck. He carried him to the lush bathroom and set him down, Peter’s arms never leaving his shoulders. Tony pressed a kiss to Peter’s nose and pulled his own sweatshirt over his baby’s head, his heart aching. Peter let go of him and bashfully looked down, moving his arms behind him, a soft blush creeping over his cheeks. Tony smiled and held Peter’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, making him look into his eyes. “No need to be shy around me, sweetheart. I love you, no matter what, remember?” Peter nodded again, “’Love you too, daddy.”
Tony kissed his forehead, “I know, princess.” He pulled Peter’s boyshorts off, placing kisses along his thighs before picking him up again and gently lowering him into the tub. He kneeled down beside it, near Peter’s head, placing his arm on the edge, finger tips grazing the water, and rest his head onto it as Peter relaxed into the bubbly pink water. “I’m sorry I was late, honeybee, think you could forgive daddy?” “‘s okay, silly”. “Silly daddy, leaving his little princess alone for so long, hm?”, Peter seems to agree, his attention drawn by the swirling purple glitter from the bubble bath Tony had used. He picks up a jellyfish bath toy and bobs it along the surface of the bubbles.
“Can you tilt your head back for me, sunshine?”, Peter does as he’s told and Tony lathers his curls with shampoo and conditioner in quick succession, combing gently through his tangles. After rinsing his hair, Tony softly kisses his wet forehead. “Time to get out, lovie.” Peter pouts, hugging his jellyfish. Tony sighs, “Just ten more minutes, okay Peter-Pan?”
Tony returns about 20 minutes later to retrieve Peter from the tub, but he still doesn’t want to leave his toys.
"Honey, you can play outside of the tub, too."
Peter makes a stubborn little noise.
"Come on, princess"
"Don’t wanna."
"Oh, we're talking back, now?"
Peter suddenly shakes his head, "No! No, daddy."
"Good. C'mon, babydoll."
His little reluctantly climbs out of the tub, and lets Tony towel him off. Peter wraps his arms around him.
"Feeling sleepy, Petey Pie?”, he only receives a soft mumble and a tired nod in response. “We’ll go beddy-byes in a second baby, gotta get some clothes on you first, yeah doll?”
Tony leads him to the closet, where Peter picks a soft dino sweatshirt and a pair of white shorts. They make their way to the bed, Tony now in a worn down t-shirt and sweatpants, Peter in his sleeping outfit with a baby blue paci between his lips, and a special Build-A-Bear stuffie in his arms. Peter was out cold before Tony even finished tucking him in. He slid under the covers, next to his one and only angel, and kissed his forehead one last time before moving his arm around the boy’s waist and hugging him close. “Night, pumpkin.”
“G’night daddy.”
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Jeremy Meets Helpy
Chapter 2: Helpy Visits Jeremy Again
Jeremy wakes up one day to Helpy being not only alive and well, but even homeless. So Jeremy takes the little bear under his wing and keeps the bear as a child-like friend.
Jeremy waited patiently for Helpy to return. He worked, came home, and grew a little disappointed everyday that Helpy didn’t come. Tonight was another one of those nights. Helpy didn’t return and Jeremy, again, felt hurt by it. It’s been 3 weeks since Helpy left him. And every day felt more and more sad. Jeremy decided to just hop into bed and sleep his sadness away. He wanted Helpy back really badly, but he knew he was probably very busy.
So...he slept the day away...waiting for Helpy to return...
[The next morning]
Jeremy groaned and slowly started to wake up. The sun had woken him more than he expected.
“Mornin’ Jemy!” something said to him.
Wait...Jemy?!
WAIT A SECOND-
“HELPY?!” Jeremy got up, pulled his covers off and ran to the kitchen. But…
The kitchen was empty.
“Mmmmph! Mmm mmmph!” something said all muffled.
Jeremy turned around and immediately noticed that the blankets were moving. The blankets were flopping around and...shaking like a dog?
Jeremy walked up to the pile of blankets that he just threw off himself, and removed the covers.
The purple bear that was standing there, threw his arms up. “JEMY!”
“HELPY!” Jeremy picked up the bear and spun around with the bear up in the air. Helpy let out little cheers and whooos of excitement as the bear flew around in Jeremy’s arms. Then, Jeremy brought Helpy into a BIG bear hug. “I missed you so much!” Jeremy told him. Jeremy removed him from his arms. “Don’t ever leave like that again! I didn’t know when you were gonna come back! I didn’t know what happened to you, or if you were broken, lost, hurt-” Jeremy was tearing up and starting to cry. “Don’t do that again...please.” Jeremy begged.
“Helpy okay. Helpy here.” The bear told him, placing both its hands onto Jeremy’s. “Helpy miss you.” The bear admitted.
Jeremy smiled through his tears. “Jemy missed you too…a lot.” Jeremy admitted back.
“Helpy home. for ever.” Helpy told him.
“Really?” Jeremy asked, not fully believing it.
“Yeah! Helpy stay now for ever!” Helpy declared.
Jeremy looked at him with some hope in his eyes. “Are you sure? Don’t you...have a home?” Jeremy asked.
“Jemy home. Henry friend.” Helpy said.
Henry? As in…
“Henry Emily?” Jeremy asked.
Helpy looked at him with his eyebrows raised in...sadness. Then, the bear looked down. “Henry…”
Jeremy blinked and realized that Helpy was feeling more than just sad...he was distressed!
Jeremy quickly grabbed this week’s newspaper from the table and opened it to look for some clues on the matter. Anything to tell him what he was sad for. But all he could find was an article on...a building fire that killed two people and...roughly 50 animatronics?!
Jeremy gasped and covered his mouth...Henry was one of the deaths…
And Helpy was mourning him!
“Oh Helpy…” Jeremy wrapped his arms around Helpy and hugged him tightly. “I’m so sorry.”
“Henry...Henry dead...Helpy sad…” Helpy told him.
Jeremy held onto him and cuddled him as he mourned for a while. Helpy was holding onto Helpy for a while, looking sad. Jeremy wasn’t sure if Helpy was actually feeling sadness, or whether his sadness was simulated. But that didn’t matter to Jeremy. He knew that Helpy was experiencing sadness and needed time to mourn.
“Okay. Helpy better. Home with Jemy!” Helpy declared.
“I...Really? You’re actually over it now?” Jeremy reacted.
“Helpy better. Play play play!” Helpy declared happily.
“Play?! Already? I need to eat some breakfast first, little man!” He reacted.
“Picky ups?” Helpy asked.
Jeremy giggled and nodded. “Okay.” Jeremy picked up Helpy, carried him to the kitchen and grabbed a banana for breakfast.
“Nana!” Helpy reacted.
“Yup...a banana.” Jeremy replied.
Jeremy carried Helpy around while he ate the banana bit by bit. The banana was a little soft and brown, but it was at its best state: with spotted brown on the yellow peel.
As soon as the spotted peel was thrown into the garbage, Jeremy lifted Helpy up, and cuddled him into his arms like a baby. While being held, Jeremy tickled the animatronics little belly. “Tickle time for Helpy!” Jeremy declared.
“Tihihihihicklehehes fohohor hehehelpyhyhy!” He reacted, covering his mouth with both his hands.
“Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” Jeremy teased him.
Belly giggled and rolled all around like a little panda bear. He looked so happy to be tickled like this! It was evident on Helpy’s little cheeky grin. Helpy looked to Jeremy with appreciation in his eyes.
Then, he got up. “Oh oh oh! Cuddle tickles!” He declared. “Cuddle tickles cuddle tickles!”
“Oookaaay!” Jeremy grabbed Helpy into his arms and started skittering his fingers all over Helpy’s sides and belly. Helpy squealed and giggled loudly. He wiggled and clapped his arms around while kicking his feet like a wild animal.
Oh…wait…he’s supposed to be modeled after a bear.
Riiiiight.
Jeremy booped Helpy’s little nose, and jumped in surprise the moment his little nose made a squeak! Helpy’s nose squeaks too?! What a surprise! Helpy was seriously an entire package of cute created to fit one being! And it was such a joy!
Jeremy resumed tickling Helpy for a little bit longer. He went for his sides like he usually did, and even went for his armpits for a few minutes.
“EEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! JEHEHEHEMYYY!” Helpy laughed.
“What? Ticklish much?” Jeremy teased.
“YEHEHEHEHES! VEHERY TIHIHICKLIHIHISH!” Helpy laughed.
Jeremy nodded and moved down to Helpy’s rib area. “Here. Is that better?” Helpy asked.
Helpy nodded and leaned his head against Jeremy’s chest. “Yehehehah. Behehetter.” He replied calmly.
Jeremy held onto Helpy for a little while and started singing a little tune he remembered from when he was younger. He was so happy and thankful to have Helpy back with him. It was like a big brick fell right off his shoulders and into the abyss. Any sign of the brick had fallen away. He felt like a feather...He felt like he could maybe even fly with Helpy around him.
Helpy was more than just a companion for him. Helpy was like the best friend he’s been yearning for since he was younger. It was a big blessing to have such a complicated robot as a best friend. You wouldn’t be able to tell if any of the feelings were true or simulated. So, you’d just handle them like you’d handle any human emotion: With love and understanding.
“Hehehehelpy tihihicklehed ohohout nohohow.” Helpy told him.
Jeremy snapped out of his thoughts and very quickly stopped tickling him.
“My turn to tickle!” Helpy moved to Jeremy’s belly, lifted the shirt up, and blew a BIG raspberry onto his belly.
“eeEEEEEK!” Jeremy squealed, falling flat onto his back.
“Tickles tickles tickles!” Helpy fluttered his left hand fingers on Jeremy’s sensitive tummy and squeezed his left side with his right hand.
“OHOHOHO MAHAHAHAN! YOHOHOU GOHOHOT MEHEHEHE!” Jeremy declared.
“I gotcha! You my tickle me Jemy!” Helpy told him.
Jeremy laughed even more at that. Did he just reference those Tickle Me Elmo’s?!
“Oh, I’m your tickle me elmo now?” Jeremy asked.
“Tickle tickle tickle!” Helpy declared, tickling his belly again.
“EEEhehehehehahahahahahaha! Yohohou’re juhuhust mahahakihing uhup for lost tihihime!” Jeremy reacted.
Helpy nodded and took in a deep breath. He blew a big raspberry onto Jeremy��s belly, defying all the laws of animatronic logic in 5 seconds or less.
“EEEEAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEY! HOHOHOW AHAHARE YOHOHOHOU-” Jeremy yelped as he fell to the floor from all the tickles.
“Surprise!” Helpy yelled happily, standing in front of Jeremy’s face. “Lost time tickles! Jemy tickles!” Helpy shoved his hand into Jeremy’s armpit and skittered all over.
Jeremy was a cackling, wiggling mess…
Indeed, Jeremy was a big wig-waggling mess…
And we all know Jeremy was a wabble-jabbling mess of a being then…
[That night:]
Jeremy was groaning and covering his ears. There were so many people honking their horns in the middle of the street that night...
Wait...Where was Helpy?
Jeremy took off his eye cover and looked around for the bear. “Helpy?”
He looked around the room while more beeping sounds went off on the road from the living room window. He groaned and slowly covered his ears again. The beeping sounds were getting louder and closer to his room…
Wait…
Jeremy looked up and noticed the bear standing at the door. “Oh...Hi Helpy.”
Another honk went off from the window.
{HONK HONK} Helpy’s horn went.
Jeremy groaned and covered his eyes. “What are you doing honking this time a night?”
Another honk went off.
{HOOOOOONK!}
Jeremy growled and held his head. “Stop honking at the cars!”
“They honk first!”
“They’re-...They’re honking at the cars to go faster. They’re not honking at you-”
{HONK HOOOONK!}
*Honk!*
Helpy laughed. “Hahahaha! I honk first!”
Jeremy growled and walked up. “Come on Helpy. Off to bed.”
“No!” Helpy honked his horn in his face.
“OOW! MY EARS!” Jeremy yelled, dropping the bear.
Helpy fell onto the ground with a loud crack sound filling the room for only a second…
Jeremy sighed. His neck broke again. “Greeeeat. Come on Helpy...Fix your neck.” Jeremy ordered. “Then let’s sleep for a while. And no more honking.”
Helpy nodded and snapped his neck back in place like he usually did. Then, Helpy walked himself to Jeremy and raised his arms up. “Up up up?”
Jeremy smiled and knelt down, picking up the bear and placing him on his hip like he would for a toddler.
“Ready for beddy bye?” Jeremy asked. “Would you like me to read you a story? I might have some old classic books in my bookshelf to read to you.” Jeremy asked.
Helpy nodded his head. “Story! Story!”
Jeremy grabbed an old fairytale from his bookshelf and dusted it off a little. It was an old copy of the Paddington Bear story.
Jeremy sat his pillow up and sat down with Helpy in his arm. “A Bear Named Paddington...By Michael Bond and Peggy Fortnum.” Jeremy read the cover.
“Bear!” Helpy reacted, pointing to the bear on the cover.
“Yeah, that’s a bear. A brown bear, to be specific. He used to ride a train and would stop at Paddington Station in London, England, in the UK.” Jeremy explained.
Jeremy flipped to the first page. “Mr. and Mrs. Brown first met Paddington on a railway platform. In fact, that was how he came to have such an unusual name for a bear, for Paddington was the name of the station.” Jeremy read.
“Choo choo!” Helpy said as Jeremy paused.
“Yup! Choo choo!” Jeremy imitated before resuming to read. “The Browns were there to meet their daughter Judy, who was coming home from school for the holidays. It was a warm summer day and the station was crowded with people on their way to the seaside…”
Jeremy kept on reading the book for a long while till he finished it up. He had grown quite fond of such an old classic, and had forgotten how nostalgic it made him feel. Jeremy closed the book and found that Helpy had shut himself down halfway through the book. Jeremy smiled and laid the bear down, before placing the book onto the bedside table and laying down. With Helpy being a new roommate of sorts, Jeremy treated him like a special little Paddington bear of his own. Despite the robotic features, Helpy was a little like a toddler in his eyes. And Jeremy wa so glad to have him...forever now.
Also, this is now a series, known as Jeremy Meets!
#Jeremy Meets:#fluff#pre-fnaf 6#helpy being cute#jeremy fitzgerald bite victim#ticklefic#switch!jeremy#switch!helpy
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