#yardsale find

[packratshiloh]

She's so pretty 😭😭

#plush #toys #toy collector #shilohscollection #toy community #buildabear #bab #teddy bear #pink #pink hearts #wedding #plushblr #shilohsbab #yardsale find #thrift

[cosmic-crow444]

I will honor this fox spirit. I love him so.

PS. Ignore the messy room, I may have found Frederick the fox at a yardsale but Im in the process of destructing my room and purging for my own yard sale lmao

#fox #fox pelt #dead #death #fox spirit #spiritwork #secondhand finds #taxidermy #bad taxidermy #a face only a mother could love #yardsale find #unusual #vulture culture

[beththemudkip]

Got all this at a yard sale this weekend for 10 bucks!

(Anyone have tips on getting musty smell out of the shirts?)

#yard sale #yardsale #dr stone #pokémon #my hero academia #dragon ball z #cool finds #awesome finds #anime figure #anime stuff #Goku #Dr.stone #shirts #poster

[cardboard-soup]

Thrift Sale Finds #26

A cassette recorder!!!!!

Brand: General Electric

Model: Silhouette 4, 3-5152B

Copyright: unknown

Original Price: unknown. have seen it be sold for at least 20 dollars on second hand sites.

Bought For: $5

Date Bought: 6/23/2022

Condition: plays and records well but with a bit of background noise. A little dirty, sticker peeling off. Missing AC imput cable.

#thrifting #thrift finds #estate sale #yardsale #secondhand #foundobjects #cassette

[swagging-back-to]

i decided to return my ipad which is really sad bc i have soooo many drawings on there and I'll probably lose them all :/

i uploaded em to icloud but i doubt I'll be able to edit them on my new ipad. oh well ig....

#gonna sell my laptop maybe in a week or two. if i start working by then that is #and hopefully I'll have the chance for a yard sale by that point. too #hoping to be able to get a new macbook by july. #crying actually it hurts soooo bad #i need to find my thumb drives to save all my mods #soooo sad. #idk I'll probably sell the macbook for like $400 #like $350. #it idnt much but it'll get me closer to affording the $900 refurbished mac.... #same with yardsale profits. #ugh #this is such a headache.

[allguysshouldgrow]

The Scale

hey y'all, this is my first attempt at a piece of somewhat longer fiction. if you like it, please comment/shoot me a message and encourage me to do more! hope you enjoy!

     You get out of your car, slowly, pulling the fabric of your T-shirt down as a matter of habit, just to make sure you aren't giving anyone a peep show of the bottom 2 inches of your abdomen. It's unseasonably warm today - what should be the warmth of May feels more like the heat of July, and honestly, you hate it. You're out yardsaling today - looking for deals on the nerdy shit you collect, and whatever else you might find, and getting out and about fulfills your love for meeting new people.

     "Hey there, how are you?" yells a guy from across the yard as you walk up the driveway. You respond with normal niceties as you begin to browse the wares. Tableclothes, baby clothes, adult clothes, glassware, an old coffee machine, nothing to exciting. You glance over at the guy a few times. He's in his late 30's, decently attractive face, but wearing a sweatshirt 2 sizes too big - you assume he must be hiding some sort of body he's embarrassed of. You both chit chat as you comtinue to browse, about the weather, about some of the stuff he's selling, about the upcoming storms that are supposed to roll in that afternoon.

     As he's telling you about his experience with a lightning strike, you notice something that you don't see very often. A scale, but not a normal one, but one for the big boys, one that goes up to 600 lbs. You pick it up and examine it - it's obviously used and a bit dusty, but in good shape.

     He chimes in, "It works, tested it this morming myself! Just want to move past that time of my life." You give him a look, obviously curious about what he means. "Yeah, I used to weigh 529 at my heaviest - that thing was the only thing that could tell me just how bad my problem had gotten. Lost over 250 poinds since then, and ready to get rid of it."

     Suddenly the baggy sweatshirt makes sense, as does all of the men's clothing for sale. You start to get curious about what he looks like underneath the sweatshirt, but aren't stupid (or brave) enough to ask. For whatever reason, you tell him your honest reason for picking it up.

     "Good for you, that's awesome! I get what you mean about it being hard to find - my bathroom scale has been reading 'ERR' for months, and I can't find an affordable option to replace it." You laugh as you give your gut a small slap, one that sends ripples throughout your body, more than you expected. "I think I maxed it out, one week it read 299.2, the next is was ERR. How much do you want for it?"

     "I'll take 2 bucks man, I just want it gone." You fish out your wallet, and hand him the money. He hesitates for a minute, as if condiering saying something. Finally, he takes the money and opens his mouth to speak.

     "How old are you?" He asks. You laugh semi-nervously, taken aback by the odd question. "25, why?" He hesitates again. "I was about your age when my weight started to get out of control. It felt like one day I was enjoying big meals and a lotta beer without a care in the world, and the next day I was having a hard time getting out of bed. I guess what I'm saying is.... be careful. Coming from a big guy, I know what big looks like, and you look to be a fair ways past 300. I don't want you to have the same struggles I did, being too fat to enjoy your prime years, spending more time eating than socializing. It doesn't feel good to be the guy that needs his in shape buddies to help him get off the couch."

     You stand there a moment, staring at him. Something is stirring inside you, something you don't want to acknowledge. "I appreciate the advice man. Have a good day." You say, all in one breath, trying to leave the interaction as soon as possible. You run-walk back to your car, trying to ignore the jiggles, the sweat beading on your brow, the slight soreness in your legs. You get in the car and are finally forced to confront that feeling that swirled in you as he was speaking.

     You lift up your gut slightly, and see what you were worried about - a small wet spot right over your crotch. The story the man told you, the... warning, had made you so aroused, you pre-came through your pants. You attempt to quickly rub one out to get rid of the thoughts in your head, but find that your underwear is too tight, and your belly too big.

     After speeding home, you run into your apartmemt with the scale, feeling a mix of worry, excitment, fear, and worst of all, horniness. As you set down the scale to weigh yourself, you start jerking off, unable to wait any longer. Suddenly, a number blinks back at you.

343.6.

You cum. Harder than ever before. Longer than ever before. And without you realizing, a switch flips, somehwere deep inside of you. After cleaning up, you pick up your phone, and order McDonald's for delivery, and order twice your normal order. As you sit down, finally thinking clearly for the first time in an hour, one thought sits on the edge of your mind as you try to ignore it.

"What if I max out this scale too?"

#teasing #fat fiction #gainer story #gainer stories #gainer fiction #male weight gain #male wg #wg fiction #wg text

[pavstars]

summer breeze

[ crossposted on ao3 @ sinnerspades ]

some of my jojo favs with summer activities. includes: abbacchio, mista, jotaro, dragona, joseph & suzi q, and johnny

author’s note: using he/him pronouns for dragona! if they end up changing in the future i can edit :) some are longer than others but i swear im not biased, just more inspo and ideas. also joseph/suzi/reader poly ftw!

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Abbacchio: It’s such a nice day out that it seems the entire city has opened up their yard sales, estate sales, stores- you name it. Not one to stay cooped up inside while the sun shines so brightly, you drag Leone out to various houses and streets that you think will pique his interest. “Look, this one says goth yardsale!” you tease, tugging his hand towards the shoddy little gray house. 

    He looks so good today (he always looked good and exceptionally done up) with his long hair tied into a messy bun, a few strands coming loose and framing his face so nicely. This sale in specific ends up being a score and you return to your car down the street with a worn paperback (“you’ve never read interview with the vampire?! Leone!”), varying lace and leather clothing items in black and grey, and the cutest little antique lamp you had ever seen. You make a trip to the record store on your way back home and he buys two cds: sisters of mercy and moody blues of course. Your evening is spent dancing slowly in the living room and finding spots to put your new goodies.

Mista: Taking a trip to the lake with your favorite boys, but not after stopping at the store for floaties of course. Mista has the genius idea: “let’s bring an air mattress!” despite your caution you cave and leave with one air mattress, a giant inflatable alligator, and two sparkly donut floaties. 

    At the lake you spend far too long wasting your breath blowing it up- until Fugo raises an eyebrow “why don’t you just use the air mattress fan on the other floaties?” Oh right… Yeah that would make things easier… After applying generous amounts of sunscreen on to everyone (Mista didn’t need much, he tanned easily and without fear of being burnt) you all head into the water. The chill of the lake water feels so nice on your heat-soaked bodies after being in the sun for so long setting up. 

    You drag the inflatable mattress out and wade until the water is about chest-deep. Mista hops on to the mattress and you’re almost afraid it’ll start sinking under his weight but it stays surprisingly afloat. “Well, aren’t you going to join me?” He grins at you, shaking water out of his dark curls. You accept his hand and he pulls you on top of him on the mattress, holding you in a strong and very warm embrace. The mattress ends up floating way far out to the middle of the lake, but you two are on either side with your hands in the water, unbothered and ready to deal with this problem when you got to it later. 

    “This was actually a really good idea.” you turn to face him and smile softly. He leans on one of his elbows to turn to face you as well, but quickly pales as he realizes his mistake. The uneven weight of his elbow on the mattress had pushed it down and water had quickly started pooling, sinking his side of the mattress. You shrieked as he rolled into the water and you could hear Narancia’s laugh all the way from the other side of the lake. It only got louder when Mista swam around the other side and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you into the water with him and pressing kisses against the side of your face. 

Jotaro: Last minute trips to the store to get sandcastle supplies, even though you know you’ll have to convince him to build one with you. You end up buying snacks too, perfect for a little picnic by the water. Once you reach the beach you end up using the plastic yellow pails to collect shells and rocks instead of their original purpose, but you’d never complain. “This one matches your eyes!” you hold a pretty turquoise pebble up to his face and squint, comparing the color. He laughs softly and takes it, adding the rock to your growing collection to bring back home. 

    While you’re setting up the picnic, he silently searches for a rock of your own: he didn’t even have to look over at your face, knowing the color of your eyes by heart. A lifetime of stolen glances studying your face and staring at the details of your eyes, lips, nose too when you weren’t looking back at him.  After lunch you two finally get into the water, tiny fish swimming around your feet and sand between your toes. You squeal when he picks you up effortlessly by your waist and tosses you into the water, but you get your revenge after coming back up for air and jumping onto his back with your legs wrapped around his waist, effectively splashing him. His hair is so curly after he comes out of the water and you make him lean down so you can towel dry it ever so carefully. 

Dragona: Sticky sweet hands splitting apart fruits to share, ice cold drinks sweating water droplets on to your chests, the smell of sunscreen and coconut body lotion. Matching swimsuits and sunbathing together after a long day of swimming and running around the beach. Dragona practically glows in the sun and you can’t help but stare from behind your huge sunglasses. He grins at you and rolls on to his side, striking a pose and inviting you to keep staring. 

    The sun is so warm and you’re so happy, you wish you could just lay here forever with him and take a cat-nap in the sun. But alas, you’ve made plans for dinner and you have to go get changed- the restaurant was casual but not swimsuit casual. That feeling on vacation of pulling loose fitting dresses and shirts over your swimsuit and sitting down outside to share your food, a nice warm breeze passing by. Showers are due once you get home and you have a feeling you’ll be sleeping so soundly after the long day you’ve had. You trace the tattoos on his skin and fall asleep against his chest, lulled by the sound of crashing waves.

Joseph and Suzi Q: waking up early to take the ferry together to a tiny, homely island. Visiting a huge lavender farm and spending hours just wandering and picking the perfect bouquets for all three of you. Tucking a flower into Joseph’s hair, right behind his ear while he leans down to give you a better angle. Weaving daisies into Suzi Q’s hair and giggling when she returns the favor. Laying in the grass under the shade of a huge tree, eating runny ice cream and sharing bites. Screaming and scrambling away when the bees buzz a bit too close: “you’ve fought a god but you can’t handle a bumble bee???” On the ferry back home Joseph falls asleep on your shoulder and snores softly in your ear- you run a hand through his unruly hair and Suzi snaps a pic for you two to tease him over later.

Johnny: The sun is almost finished setting, beautiful shades of orange and purple floating through the sky and casting an amber glow on your faces. You two sit on the steps of the porch, content to sit and stare at the sky while the radio plays from the open kitchen window. You can smell dinner cooking inside, as well as the faint smoky smell of a campfire being started in the backyard. It’s a perfect temperature outside, warm with a faint cool breeze, and you turn your head to stare at Johnny who’s still gazing up at the sky. 

    You wish you could live in this moment forever, counting the freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose, admiring the way his lashes brush against his face- god he was so pretty. His eyes meet your own and you blush, scooting away in embarrassment of having been caught. “See something you like sweetheart?” He muses, taking a hold of your hand and tugging you back over to him, closer than before. Music drifts in and out through the window but the moment is interrupted when Gyro calls you two to dinner. With a smile you stand up and dust off your jeans, holding out your arm out for Johnny to take with his own strong one as you help him to his cane resting against the kitchen door frame. Dinner was in the backyard of course, why else make a campfire? 

#jjba x reader #jjba #jjba imagine #SO MANY CHARACTERS #leone abbacchio #leone abbachio x reader #guido mista #guido mista x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #dragona joestar #dragona joestar x reader #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #suzi q #suzi q x joseph joestar #suzi q x reader #god how do you even tag this #johnny joestar #johnny joestar x reader #pav ramblings #my writing #jojo x reader #that was terrible to tag #geez louise

[coveredinredpaint]

Im an aspiring punk here ive wanting to start making my own stuff maby start a batle jacket or patch pants or somthing but those projects sound a bit intimidating. Do you have any recmondations on a good place to start?

hey ey!

to begin sorry for the late reply, i got a lot going on currently

to begin id advise collecting inspo for what kinda jackets/pants you want first. i use pinterest, tumblr and etsy to find inspo for my diy stuff. i like to sketch out different designs for my projects before making them, so i can try out what fits and what doesnt.

to practice id say starting by making patches and sewing them (use dental floss, its cheap and incredibly strong and durable) on for example a bag is the simplest way to introduce urself to patchmaking and sewing. i advise using the whip stitch to sew them on. when youre a bit more confident in ur skill level one of the easiest projects to start is a battlevest, since its mostly flat and straight fabric its easy to sew on and modify. most people find denim more difficult to sew on cause of its sturdiness but i prefer it for exactly that quality, it prevents the fabric from moving/stretching too much

you dont need expensive supplies, even stuff that might be seen as trash is very useful for punk diys, some old cloths and acrylic/fabric paint will already be enough for patches. i got a tutorial on my blog for stenciling them (let me know if you want me to link it). soda tabs can be used to make buttons/pins, chainmail, chains, and so much more. bottlecaps can also be made into different types of buttons/pins and chains (and more stuff i cant think of rn). you can get chains for cheap from hardware stores, id also keep an eye out for those chain dog collars in yardsales and such, theyre often very good quality (i got 3 all secondhand).

on that note, where can you find ur stuff for projects?? i get almost all my stuff secondhand. ive got at least 4 thriftstores nearby, and there are often fleamarkets around my area, which i always try to go to when i have the chance. fleamarkets are often announced in local newspapers or on posters around town. you might also find em by googling ur towns name and then "fleamarket" or "yardsale". if you live in a remote area where these things just dont exist i advise asking family/friends if they got old stuff they wanna get rid off. or to use online secondhand stores like vinted or depop (altho depop sellers often overprice, keep an eye out for cheap deals) for stuff you really cant get secondhand like spikes etc. i advise etsy. also if youre US based studsandspikes.com has tons of different spikes for cheap.

an important thing to remember is that your stuff wont and doesnt have to look perfect. your stuff will be messy and sometimes a project totally doesnt end up how you want and thats okay. fuck around and find out!

#my stuff #punk diy #diy fashion #diy punk #punk clothes #punk style #punk patches

[dameronscopilot]

I’ll Be Your Bright Side

Pt. 3 - Find Me Where the Skies Are Blue [BENNY'S POV]

Benjamin “Benny” Miller x f!reader

He was so tightly woven into your life at this point, a part of Benny knew that when you eventually began to dig up those roots, cutting them away to make room for something new, he’d never get those parts of himself back.  There would be no getting over you.

Word Count: 1k

Content: angst, pining

A/N: This is a partial snippet of Benny's POV from part 3, detailing his internal monologue when your date shows up before trivia night. Dedicated to @helloimhereforabit 💖💖

If you haven't read I'll Be Your Bright Side yet, I'd suggest reading up to part 3 for context first.

SERIES MASTERLIST

“I have a date.”

A date.

A date?

A pained, self-deprecating laugh threatened to spill from Benny’s lips when you finally said the four words he’d been selfishly hoping he’d never have to hear from you. Because of course it had to happen this way. Of course you’d start seeing someone when he’d finally worked his way right to the precipice of telling you how he felt. He’d been so fucking close.

And yet it seemed that even now, even when you were in the same room, you were destined to be a million miles away. 

He deserved this.

You attempted to downplay the date by telling Benny that you were just doing trivia night, but something bristled inside of him as you said it. Admittedly, it was stupid and immature for him to feel some kind of entitlement over it, but you always did trivia night together. And then any chances of him brushing it off were destroyed the moment you added in that Santiago and Frankie had apparently received an invite, too, for whatever reason. 

And that…hurt.

Benny felt a pang in his chest, and internally, he stumbled.

While his automatic response was to sarcastically ask if his invite had been lost in the mail, he bit his tongue, easing into the question—though his bafflement over the situation then increased tenfold as you then informed him that it was Star Wars night. The knowledge only served to add insult to injury

“...and you didn’t invite me?”

His confusion grew as you retorted, “I thought you had a hot date tonight.”

In that moment, Benny wanted to shout from the rooftops that there was nothing he wanted less than that—to try and fail on yet another date, where he’d inevitably spend the entire night comparing her to you.

He’d been there and done that already, he’d tried to pretend you hadn’t accidentally ruined him for anyone else.

When he realized you’d taken Santiago’s sarcastic comment about his one-on-one lesson with one of his clients the wrong way, there was a split second where Benny wondered if you were jealous. If perhaps that was why you had a date in the first place. So naturally, before he could second-guess the entire situation, he invited himself to come along.

But at the sound of a knock at your door, Benny was filled with an odd sense of dread. 

He could lose you forever.

“Don’t scare him off!”

Striding over, pinning you up against the wall in the entryway, and kissing you the way he’d always imagined doing while your date waited outside would likely fall into that category. 

Benny was fairly certain he was going to be sick as he made his way across the room and went to lean against your kitchen counter, reaching for a tea packet sitting in a pile in a small wooden bowl to busy his hands—better than clenching them at his sides. He watched as your date briefly observed the collage of framed artwork he’d painstakingly hung up two weeks ago, another wave of nausea coursing through him at the knowledge that soon, it might no longer be his place to do things like that for you. 

You wouldn’t need to call him to come over when you couldn’t reach something on the top shelf. When you found a ridiculous armchair at a yardsale and needed help getting it up into your apartment. 

And you definitely wouldn’t call him anymore shrieking over a spider the size of a quarter at three in the morning, knowing he’d drag himself out of bed just to come and squash it for you. 

(There’d be no more late nights passed out beside you on your couch either—those quiet, stolen moments where he woke up to find you asleep with your head resting on his shoulder. When, cast in the soft glow from the television, he’d glance down at you and allow himself to pretend. If only for a moment.)

You had so many of his shirts strewn about in your drawers and closets, what would you do with those? Would you leave them forgotten until you eventually came across them years later, hardly remembering who Benny was? Would you donate them to a thrift store without a second thought? 

Would you give them back to him? As if he’d ever be able to stomach wearing them again.

Benny never quite could lie to himself about how much he loved seeing you in his shirts, the way he never made an effort to get them back when you borrowed them. 

He was so tightly woven into your life at this point, a part of Benny knew that when you eventually began to dig up those roots, cutting them away to make room for something new, he’d never get those parts of himself back. 

There would be no getting over you.

As you introduced Benny to Dan, he couldn’t decide what he was more distracted by—the fact that this was his bizarro lookalike from the dating app, or the way he almost felt the need to correct him for bringing you a bouquet of cut flowers.

Wildflowers, nonetheless, like some goddamn hipster.

He didn’t know you didn’t care for bouquets. 

That you always felt silly for how guilty and upset watching them wilt and die made you feel. 

He didn’t know how much you loved houseplants and the permanence they represented. The way they set down roots, how they’d always stick around as long as you took care of them.

There he went with the fucking plant metaphors again.

Dan didn’t know you had funny names for each and every one strewn about in your apartment. He didn’t know the story behind the lopsided one sitting on the windowsill in the living room, the one whose pot had a small chip along the lip—Benny had knocked it over when he was watering your plants for you while you were away once. 

As he watched you rifle through drawers looking for a vase to put the flowers in, Benny was on autopilot as he went to grab the one that he knew was in the cabinet above the fridge. 

But as you placed Dan’s flowers down on the counter beside the small plant Benny had bought for you on a whim last week, something about seeing the way the two contrasted with one another was Benny's undoing.

Maybe you’d learn to like flowers better.

#benny miller x reader #benny miller #triple frontier #garrett hedlund fanfiction #ben miller x reader #ben miller #triple frontier fanfiction #dee writes #I'll Be Your Bright Side #IBYBS

[packratshiloh]

Nostalgic find at a yardsale

#toys #toy collector #dolls #toy community #barbie #kelly dolls #mattel #yardsale finds #yardsale #nostalgia #90s #y2k #2000s #video #tiktok #sound

[safety-pin-punk]

do you know anything i could put on patches (im planning on making a vest soon) that isn’t super punk related? my parents said yes to me making patches and putting them on my clothes, but i dont know their attitudes towards punks/punk culture.

I realize this is from a MONTH ago (my bad) but I still think it deserves an answer lol

Patches for bands that arent punk. Good music is still good music. (Ex: I have some alt pop stuff )

If you’re anti war, throw some ‘peace’ stuff on there with 60s and 70s vibes. A nice nod the the anti war movement in the US without a giant ‘HELL NO WE WONT GO’

Quotes from books or movies you like

Stuff with raccoons/frogs/possums etc

Do you like hiking? Throw some outdoorsy stuff on there

Do you like other activities? Add some things related to those activities

Try going to some yardsales and see if you can find cool things. I’ve gotten pins, patches, and other dangly bits that way (my favorites are a Meowth patch, a New York rails patch, and some old keys)

If youre on meds, throw the chemical structure on a patch

Cute pictures/doodles you like

Other suggestions welcomed my brain is tired

#mail tag #patches #add to masterlist

[smashwolfen]

hello i am so in awe that you have collected all the pokémon games (i finished my collection of 3ds ones a bit ago but i considered a lot of the other ones out of reach) and i was wondering how long it took? i know especially the older remakes are insane to get so i’m super curious

(This got incredibly long i'm so sorry for the wall of text my guy)

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Hello there! :D

Believe me, I still can't believe it myself that I managed to pull it off considering who I had to get ahold of! Been happy dancing to myself ever since I got the last game~

God it feels like it was longer ago honestly, but I only really began trying to finish the Pokemon collection just a year ago! Had to check back in my DMs with my buddy, but the day I began to seriously search for the rest of the authentic generations was May 5th 2023, the day I discovered my copy of Platinum was a repoduction, ya watch ONE video regarding reals vs. fakes and it all went down from there when I looked over the ones I owned already, luckily Platinum was the only one who was fake ;w;

I had passively over the years been picking up games as I went, but from that day last year til recently I looked where I could for the games I was missing, to be fair I had about half the collection to begin with just from growing up and finding ones out and about, I only needed to find the pair of whatever I owned already, besides gen 5.... since I somehow never played gen 5 growing up. Funny enough I didn't have to look too far, every single game I found had all been local! Facebook marketplace saved me big time I just had to wait and compare prices til I was happy with what I was willing to pay for! I scrutinized every single copy I got my hands on and triple checked everything before I was satisfied XD

The 3DS titles were very easy to get thankfully, and the same goes for you too good on ya for getting your 3DS ones! Hardest for sure were gens 3-5, specifically ALL of gen 5 they are the WORST to get since no one wants to sell them and they're required to be able to move anyone forward to the 3DS and then to the Switch! I think It'd be easier to list who I owned and who I hunted for in the year of the search.

So I owned:

Red, Blue, Yellow, Gold, Silver, Crystal, Leafgreen, Emerald, Diamond, Pearl, X, Alpha Sapphire, Moon, UltraSun, Sword, Violet and Arceus (some I had gotten as gifts growing up and others I had gotten through yardsaling and thrifting by chance as I grew up, Emerald was 70 at a yardsale!)

The ones I got from the year of the hunt:

Ruby, Sapphire, FireRed, Platinum, Heartgold, SoulSilver, Black, White, Black 2, White 2, Y, Omega Ruby, Sun, UltraMoon, Shield, Lets Go Pikachu, Lets Go Eevee (I DID own Eevee before but traded it in before the hunt) Scarlet, Brilliant Diamond, and Shining Pearl.

Now knowing who I had to get, we all know it costs a pretty penny, so I essentially sold things myself to fund the hunt, like my amiibos I didn't really need or want, a handful of random collectable things I picked up and kept over the years (notably a masterchief helmet from the legendary collection I got for free like 10 years ago lol) and some odds and ends I didn't need anymore and to declutter the home! I think out of my own pocket I only paid maybe 40 bucks total so I paid for everyone that way! It was all mostly luck finding everyone and keeping an eye on marketplace, and some of them I had gotten from folks I knew! Black and Black 2 actually came from one of my managers at work who sold them to me for insanely cheap, and Sapphire I got for free as I mentioned in the games post XD

If you do try to go for the complete collection, I say have a gameplan for how to pay and build that piggybank of funds, go for what you can afford! So if you see a game without a case thats usually better, you dont NEED a case or have a game CIB really, a bunch of mine dont have a case or box and I'm alright with that! Look locally at second hand stores, vintage ones, marketplace or any other local yardsale or fleamarket type thing you may have in your area, and I say this with caution, but if you HAVE to, you can consider ebay, but I strongly suggest not to when it comes to the games. I had originally tried to get a Brilliant Diamond copy from there and well, dude never sent it at all and got my money (ebay fully refunded me but that still bites). And finally get well versed in learning how to authenticate to the best of your abilities, 3DS and switch I don't think can be faked but everything else can be! I used this as my guide to figure out who was real and fake in my search and it worked very very well! Twas my bible of knowledge

End of the day it didn't take as long as one would think, but luck played a HUGE roll in this endeavor, I was smart with my money, and I was very very VERY stubborn and wanted them all XD

If you go for the complete collection like I did then I wish you the best of luck my friend! And thank you very much for the ask! It kinda got away from me while typing but yeah thats the story and process of how I got all the main series titles!

#long post #I still own faker platinum btw hes got a silver marker dot on his back so I dont mix them up on accident XD #and my gen 1-3 games have all but 2 of their batteries replaced too so I can play properly on them for a while longer #the end goal rn is to get my butt in gear and finish my heartgold file and then save that on my modded 3ds #then do one massive migration of pokemon to bring forward to the switch and eventually have a complete living dex with my trainers names #this also means potentially having completed pokedexes in one game per generation but thats for a really rainy day XD #and yes i also still have not completed gen 5 at all I keep forgetting to play black XD #thank you again for the ask I love answering them to the best of my abilities! XD #pokemon #pokemon collector #pokemon collection #pokemon generations #answered asks #asks #smashwolfen #smish pokemon #secret end tag the most expensive game was White 2 CIB at 230 CAN with Sun and Ultramoon bundled free with it #cheapest was sapphire free from bud he got from a puddle ages ago XD #randomnebula

[vintage-tech]

Yesterday's awesome yardsale find: a 1913 book of nursery rhymes. An antique for a stinkin' quarter.

#antique #book #technology #nursery rhymes #1913

[mosraev]

City signs may change but never memories - Shout Out (Mosræv, 2015)

Probably one of the most 'just out of highschool' songs you can find since it was written by a just graduated Micah eight years ago wanting to thank their friends for staying by their side.

Recorded on 05/26/15 - Pre-T - Lyrics under the line

Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚

"Shout Out" lyrics:

Turn the page

"The story of my life"

written on a cheap paperback, yardsale price.

Where everyday is a chapter; At dawn begins a new.

The dark, the bright, the scary - every part I share with you.

Turn the page, but leave a bookmark in.

We were watching horror movies at night without an end.

Laughing at our own stupid jokes, no need to explain.

Jamming in the basement,

Do it all over again.

Wanna scream

Wanna shout

Shout out to all my friends!

Gotta live life loud.

So raise your voice up high.

Every boy and every girl,

who feel out of place in this world:

Fuck them who criticize!

Never let them rule your life!

Scream, wanna shout

Shout out: "We're alive"

With you I sang my lungs out

at the concerts with our favorite bands.

You could always make me laugh and cry

and wanted to dance my stupid dance.

City signs may change but never memories.

I can always count on you through pain, hard times and tragedies.

And you know I'll do the same.

Wanna scream

Wanna shout

Shout out to all my friends!

Gotta live life loud.

So raise your voice up high.

Every boy and every girl,

who feel out of place in this world:

Fuck them who criticize!

Never let them rule your life!

Scream, wanna shout

Shout out: "We're alive"

Every boy and every girl,

who feel out of place in this world.

The reckless, the hopeless and the one without an fall back plan:

Fuck it!

Wanna scream

Wanna shout

Shout out to all my friends!

Gotta live life loud.

So raise your voice up high.

Every boy and every girl,

who feel out of place in this world:

Fuck them who criticize!

Never let them rule your life!

Scream, wanna shout

Shout out: "We're alive"

"We're alive."

#original song #english song #shout out #lowfi demo #pre-t recording #mosraev #mosræv #Youtube #2015

[dreamsofalife]

Talk about… favorite hobbies…

"This is gonna be weird, but bear with me here, okay? I like building marble runs and racing the marbles; you can find all sorts of sets and equipment online, but there are also some fun DIY ways to make sets and tracks. I started out by watching Jelle's Marble Runs on youtube a few years ago, and watching the way the sets were built and set up, I sorta wanted to start? I bought a few assembly sets at toy stores, and my first few attempts were...well, not great, but the way it's going now, I can create a track that takes up almost a whole room!"

"I also collect vintage toys; my favorite piece of my collection is my Starcastle Moonlight Castle playset in-box. It came with all of the original dolls and accessories, and I somehow managed to snag it at a yardsale for less than fifty bucks, which if you know Starcastles is a HUGE steal."

"Other than that? I love movies, classic literature, and visiting historic graves."

#heavychamp

[things-i-tell-my-cats]

Post in memory of Diamond the tortoiseshell cat

Diamond is a loveable and cute kitten. I adopted her from a yardsale her and her littermates were being given out at. The owner told me her name is Diamond because of a marking on her forehead. It's shaped like a Diamond.

I adopted her around late April, early June. I've had her until today (8/17/23).

I wrecked my bedroom's cleanliness to make sure she could break nothing, I made everything as safe for her as I could. I dealt with her waking me up late, and keeping me up half the night. I dealt with her rough play, her screaming meows. I even dealt with her stupidity, and..her constantly running face first into walls.

She was a really playful and hyperactive kitty, every waking moment she wanted your attention. She'd even wake you up in the middle of the night for it. You couldn't keep her away from food bags, or her food bowl. Every night I had to refill it in the morning, so I kept a gallon plastic baggy of cat food on my shelf to fill it whenever she wanted.

It's still there.

She always looked out the window, she always wanted to see the outdoors. So, after she grew up more, we put her out so I can sleep of a school night.

She found a way under the house, and I had to pull her out when she started screaming. I don't even remember how many times I had to crawl under the house to get her out, but she kept going back under. She refused to eat for 2 days, and all she did was go under the house and scream at us on the inside. The third to last time I pulled her out, I went and blocked all the holes with concrete blocks that she could've been using to get under the house. The second to last time, I crawled under the back porch and dragged multiple cement blocks with me (one at a time). It was muddy, had many cob webs, there was glass spewn about, there was so much shit that nobody in their right mind would've gone down there with. And, on the plus side, I can't smell but rarely, but for a split second I smelled rotting wood. So I imagine it was 10x worse for somebody who has a working sense of smell.

I stained my clothes with mud and mold, I crawled under there in the mud and in everything that was down there. I bruised and got myself cut up, and dead spiders in my hair. I took two hours of my afternoon on a school day to block off EVERYTHING, with heavy amounts of cement blocks.

And she went down there again.

How? I don't know. But it took her 2 hours this time, so she was actively looking for somewhere to get under there from. At this point, my mum has already heard her screaming down there all day for almost 2 days and Diamond was going to continue if she stayed, so we took her off and dropped her by a nice neighbourhood, leaving her.

I was wondering so much why she acted the way she acted. And it was because she had brain damage. Either she was hurt by the people running the yardsale, or she was born with it.

I spent all summer, and sacrificed my entire sleeping schedule, for a cat who had brain damage, who I only ended up not keeping anyways. I climbed under a porch that felt like it was suffocating me every second, just to keep her--I even hurt myself in the process. I did so much for her, I did everything I could, but I have limits. I had to give up.

But that summer spent with her, despite me not having so many good memories..i grew really close to her. And I love her. I couldn't help but sob afterwards, I couldn't even hold it in, I tried.

I hope that someone in that neighbourhood finds her and feeds her or takes her in. But she didn't recognise her own food bowl she was using all summer long. Instead, she tried to eat pebbles. And I know she was eating random shit off my room floor when she was in there..cuz she threw up alot, and I had to clean it.

I hope that wherever she is now is alright. I hope she'll be fine. Maybe someone could take her in and find out how to feed her, who knows?

I'm going to miss her so much, and I already do. I sat here and sobbed alot, and I'm tired. I'm really fucking tired.

(Main account: @samijami I might not use this one much anymore)

#tw sad shit #tw sadness #poor kitty #im sorry