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#i hear it

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This day sucks guys. I got a ripped autograph from Adam Sandler in what I can only describe as a mail body bag. 😭😭😡😭 It says it was ripped in the process of sending. How does this happen?

#adam sandler #rip #usps sucks #imjustgonnacry

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Just William

Chapter 2

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Child Murder, Grief, Incarcerated Parent

Word Count: 1,444

Disclaimer: This story does not follow Scott Cawthon's FNAF games or books. However many of the characters and events are the same or have been adapted. These characters do not belong to me, but the rearrangement of events and character adaptations are my own works.

I hid in my room for the next couple of hours, hoping to stay unnoticed by my family...and William. Sitting on my fuzzy purple beanbag at my wooden desk, I tried to bury myself in a piece of artwork I was finishing. Drawing and painting had become my way of "coping" and it turns out, I'm not too bad at it. I'd even started doing commissions, starting with illustrating children's books and more recently doing posters and murals for businesses.

Despite my numerous complaints, when I turned sixteen, mom told me it was time to get a job. So I interviewed and started my brand new job waitressing at Applebee's. I lasted two months before my manager got sick of my "hopeless negativism". Whatever that means. I didn't really care though, I hated being around all those people who despise me and I told mom so. If I'm being honest, I was too hard on mom last year. She deserves better than me. Tired of fighting with me, frustrated at Michael's poor grades at the time, and exhausted from working three jobs, she gave up. Told me to stay home and be lazy if that's what I wanted. I felt good about winning that battle for about twenty-four hours, that's when the guilt really set in. After apologizing to my mother and with the help of a friend, I began to submit my artwork to publishing companies and after just two weeks, got hired to illustrate a children's book called Bigfoot Loves Pizza. Goofy, I know, but it was a moneymaker and it made mom happy. I was also offered a job as part time waitress and full time graphic designer at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza 2.0. This was shocking to my entire family since the restaurant was owned by...Charlie's dad. And Charlie's dad shouldn't want anything to do with me.

My sweet solitude, sadly, didn't last long enough. A soft knock echoed from my door and I saw Michael slowly peek around it.

"Hi, Lizzie," He walked into my room, dragging his feet. "Mom says it's time for supper."

I inwardly groaned. Mom had been planning 'our first family dinner in nine years' all week. She even dragged me into mashing the potatoes for one of William's old favorites. Cottage Pie. I personally don't like the stuff, less because William likes it and more because I'm not a fan of ground meat. It looks too much like cat food for my taste.

"Tell her I'm busy." I went back to my drawing. It was a large, purple robotic rabbit with a red bow tie and electric guitar. Bonnie the bunny was an animatronic that William made for his first restaurant, Fredbear's Family Diner before I was born. Except now he was one of the main mascots for the restaurant I worked for and I was drawing Bonnie with large, red, star-shaped sunglasses, playing the electric guitar, and surfing a gnarly wave on a red and purple surfboard. Behind Bonnie were the emboldened words

Catch the Last Wave of Summer Fun at Freddy's!

"That's cool." Michael stared over my shoulder. "Is Bonnie your favorite?"

"Yeah, I like Bonnie okay." Bonnie had been Charlie's favorite. I focused on some dark shadowing under Bonnie's sunglasses. Suddenly, I heard a crash behind me and nearly jumped out of my seat. Whipping around, I saw Michael trying to pick up my violin case and music stand he had knocked over.

"Okay, buddy," I helped him put everything back into place. "Maybe we should go down to dinner."

Michael grinned and dashed out of my room, sprinting down the stairs in front of me. As I followed him my thoughts stayed with my violin. Music had become my other way of dealing with my emotions. Music was something I could get lost in, let every single drop of hate, anger, and shame pour out into a song before they can stream down my face. Art is more about control. It's the precise bits of emotion that are patiently and deliberately depicted on a page.

My mother sat at her usual spot on the left side of our large, oaken kitchen table, beaming over the steaming casserole dish in the center. At the head of the table, sporting a barely noticeable smile, only detectable by the slight dimples forming in his cheeks, was William. Michael had taken his spot next to mother and I wanted to kick myself when I realized my normal seat was right beside William. I slunk over and sat down, making sure to scoot my chair a good twelve more inches away from him. I pretended not to hear the sigh I got from my mother and ignored the conversation between her and William about how she hoped he would like dinner, and how he was sure he would and oh how delicious it looked. Michael mentioned how I helped make it and I gave myself a headache trying not to roll my eyes. 

Throughout the rest of dinner I tried to soothe my headache by drinking several large glasses of iced tea and water, and basically ignored everything that came out of William's mouth. He acted nice...too nice. He asked mom about how the house was holding up, if there was anything he could fix, how Michael liked school, how his summer break was going, and what he'd been up to lately. I had just finished my food and was looking for a chance to escape, when William turned to me. 

"How was your school year, Elizabeth?"  

My gaze cut sharply to him, startled. His eyes were shifting, flowing in waves of blue softness and aquamarine steel. 

I shrugged, "I don't go to school."

"Why doesn't she go to school?" William's face bore a hilarious appalled look. 

"Elizabeth is homeschooled," My mother cut in, "and she does mostly college classes online." 

"Because I don't want to spend my time around imbeciles." I mumble, earning a glare from my mother. 

"We just didn't see it as the best option at the moment." Mom gave me a 'don't you dare say another word look'. 

"But Michael goes to school?" William was obviously confused.

My mother was fumbling for words. "Michael does better...socially than Elizabeth. It's just easier for him to...be around so many people."

"You got that right." I mumbled again. 

"Elizabeth Annette," My mother's face threatened corporal punishment if I opened my mouth one more time.  

I bit the inside of my cheek, lifted my chin in defiance, and dared to speak anyway. "Well it's not like it's my fault I can't go to school. In fact maybe I should go to school like Michael!" 

My voice was mockingly cheery and I hoped William caught every hint of sarcasm.

"I'm sure being the daughter of a child murderer will make me immensely popular in school. Who knows maybe I'll even be the homecoming queen and for my speech I can tell the story of how my father stabbed my best friend in her sleep! Wouldn't that be lovely!" 

My voice tipped into a British accent  when I said lovely and I knew my degradation of William had gone too far. My mother's face was a mixture of shock and rage, her fingers gripped hard onto the table, turning whiter than I thought possible. Michael cowered beside her looking as if he was about to cry, and William...WAS SMILING AT ME?!? His pearly white teeth flashed at me, although the grin did not meet his eyes and I could see the indention where his teeth were pulling at the inside of his cheek. 

"Yes, I can see why you wouldn't want to go to school, Elizabeth." He stood slowly, purposefully, but i caught the slight quiver in his hands. "Now if you'll all excuse me I believe I need to go out for a quick fag." 

Mother stood and retrieved the cigarettes and lighter I didn't know William had from the kitchen counter. He had never smoked when I was a child. 

"Thank you dear. Dinner was lovely..err...delicious." He walked out the front door without another word and through the window I saw a small flame glowing. 

I almost sighed in relief until I saw my mother glaring at me. 

"Young lady," If looks could kill I'm sure she would've burned a hole through my head. "We need to have a talk."

With a strength I didn't know she had, being several inches shorter and leaner than I, my mother held my wrist with a pressure that I was sure would leave indentations on my very bones, and towed me to her room. I was in trouble now.

#fnaf fanfic #fnaf fanverse #fnaf bonnie #fnaf #fnaf au #william afton #clara afton #michael afton #elizabeth afton #elizabeth afton teen

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only toddlers understand the true essence of hair

hair is so funny like lol there’s lines coming out of my head

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i mean. lol.

#literally #jj abrams is your freaking father #why are you surprised that you are opening for taylor swift

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PSC - Star Wars: Bail & Breha Organa

Commission info

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people love extolling the virtues of ball-and-socket joints and how it makes us more advanced and all that but I don't see any fucking octopuses in slings now do I. Bones are overrated and I want a refund.

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Ok but just imagine,

The Bad Batch,

Wearing these:

#tbb crosshair #the bad batch #why do they exist

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I love being an adult because you know what actually happens when you run your car into a curb and scratch up the bumper?

Nothing. You get it fixed, or you don’t. Whatevs.

You know what actually happens when you are depressed or sick or on your period and don’t cook dinner?

Nothing. You still get to eat something, nobody scolds you, it doesn’t have any real bearing on your future success, and you don’t get soft shunned for a week by your family.

You know what actually happens when you break stuff, forget stuff, get sick, fall asleep, are rude, miss a flight, don’t know how to do XYZ thing on fixing cars or canning food or whatever, lose things, get lost because you can’t read a map and forgot to charge your phone, buy the wrong groceries, plant the wrong plants, not make your bed, make your bed wrong, jump on your bed, sleep on your bed, eat crackers in your bed, have emotions literally anywhere?

Nothing.

Nothing happens.

No one is mad.

No one can hurt you, and if they do there are laws saying they can’t and that it’s an actual crime with legal consequences.

All there are are outcomes and different paths and different problems and different situations and you just bumble your way forward into dealing with those and that’s it. That’s the whole thing. It’s not the wrong choice, having problems isn’t indicative of your inherent badness or inadequacy or lack of applying yourself. It’s just life, and it’s happening to literally everyone.

I’m not even kidding.

You just do stuff and nothing bad happens. Walk around existing? Nothing bad will happen. Wild.

You can cry. In public. And the most likely outcome is not that you will get taken away to receive the beating of your lifetime, it is that people will mostly ignore you and some will be kinder to you. 🤯

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82% match to Katara (Avatar the Last Airbender) which gives me lots of mixed feelings lolz. I guess I'm bossy and like boys who are immature and younger than me 🤣

Thank you @howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen for sharing this. It is very cool

this quiz sorts through characters from like dozens of fandoms and finds the one you’re most like. I’m not even a little bit surprised by my result

#Here's my top 15 #Mercedes Jones (Glee): 86% #Egwene al'Vere (Wheel of Time): 86% #Leslie Knope (Parks and Recreation): 85% #Lily Aldrin (How I Met Your Mother): 85% #Annie Reed (Sleepless in Seattle): 85% #Bonnie Bennett (The Vampire Diaries): 84% #Sally Albright (When Harry Met Sally...): 84% #Alice Cullen (Twilight): 83% #Deanna Troi (Star Trek: The Next Generation): 83% #Guinan (Star Trek: The Next Generation): 83% #Jess Day (New Girl): 83% #Daisy Fuller (The Curious Case of Benjamin Button): 83% #Rapunzel (Tangled): 83% #Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender): 82% #Also thank you to @jakeperalta for reblogging #@shanetronic

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can’t wait for crosshairs mental illness arc

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Making a Crosshair Helmet (TBB S1) first.

But how dare Tech instruct me how to do this Step-By-Step…

Currently doing:

Patching any imperfections before sanding this thing smooth with Bondo Glazing Putty.

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😭

Hunter’s Joel Miller era when

#im literally sobbing #this is beautiful #everything is beautiful but everything hurts #hunter tbb #daddy hunter #omega tbb #tbb #sw #tbb fanart

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thank you tumblr for this incredibly humbling feature!

#legit #i feel this on a personal level

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im so disturrrbed

Remember guys that if you’re being mean about Crosshair, this is who you’re being mean too:

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Not to mention male characters (especially) portrayed platonically in media can't *just* be friends anymore, but that's a whole other issue for another day 😅

Yes! Thank you! this is true for all characters! I love me a good ship but seriously, not every relationship has to turn into a hot, thirsty, steamy mess.

I want to get this off my chest regarding the Star Wars fandom, especially the Clone Wars and Bad Batch fans, because it's something that's been bothering me for a bit. This may come across as controversial to some and fall upon deaf ears, but I want to address this in the nicest, most encouraging, smartest way possible. This also isn't a callout to anyone, it's just something I've observed!

Everyone in the fandom (specifically TCW and TBB people) is all for clone individuality and advocacy until they aren't. When it comes to a particular clone they don't like, it's no longer convenient for them to love all clones, and then all bets are off.

Take the fandom's treatment of Cody and Bly, for example.

Cody and Bly's worths and personalities have been reduced to solely their Jedi Generals to a disgusting degree. Whenever I look for Cody content specifically (and I've checked the "commander bly" tag too for confirmation), it's just oversaturated with Codywan content. Even in the non-Codywan-specific posts, you can't find a sentence with Commander Cody that doesn't mention also mention Obi-Wan Kenobi. Not to mention male characters (especially) portrayed platonically in media can't *just* be friends anymore, but that's a whole other issue for another day 😅 Bly is the same way; whenever there's a sentence with Commander Bly in it, Aayla Secura just happens to *magically* appear. That's so unfair to Cody and Bly.

Then take Fox, for example. Fox has less screen time than Cody, but he is still given an entire multifaceted personality, and even a fan-created face to a name. It makes no sense that Cody and Bly aren't given the same kind of care and attention. Obviously you can make fanon personalities (because that's part of the fun of participating in fandoms!), but they shouldn't be reductive, insult the character, and not do the character justice. Thanks to TBB S2, more light is shed on Cody's personality (and hopefully, fingers crossed, we see more Cody and Bly in another season of TBB, so Bly's definitive personality is addressed and developed more. It's what he deserves 😌). Cody is so much more than just Obi-Wan's sidekick: he's stern and by-the-book (however, his orthodoxy has its limits, and he uses his own judgment in various situations), but he's very caring, loyal, kind, intelligent, and courageous!

Clones fought tirelessly in both the Republic and Empire eras (albeit the beginning of the Empire era when the clones were still serving in the military) to distinguish themselves from their fellow brothers in order to make themselves more human. Personal selections and preferences for their hairstyles, armor paint, tattoos, names, and even scars obtained in battle tried to convey to the general public that they were more than mere copies of Jango Fett. They were always human, but because they all share the same face, the GAR was then made faceless. To natborns, a faceless army wasn't as tragic to see refused basic human rights, be victims of bigotry, and then physically suffer and die in combat, because with facelessness comes a lack of identity, and with a lack of identity comes neglect.

Support all the clones, not just your favorites! They are some of the most tragic characters, if not the most tragic characters, in all of Star Wars. If the writers won't give them the love they deserve from the natborn characters (because seeing a named clone we just met die within the same episode is so upsetting 😩...ahem, I'm talking to you Dave and Jen lol!), the least we can do is give them that much-needed love from a fan's standpoint! 🥰

#so true #clone love #sw #tbb #sw clone wars