#Greg will cave in one day

[nightwingandhissquad]

wally west has been dead for 10 slutty slutty years

#young justice #yj #Wally west #kid flash #well quote unquote dead #10 years that 3652 days #god that makes me feel old #come home soon king #Greg will cave in one day #i can feel it #stay strong my fellow clowns #💛❤️ #my post

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Prompts 8 and 14 with Poly lost boys? (If not Poly, I’ll be good with any of them-)

8. Quiet, she has just fallen asleep!

14. Are you alright?

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this!💜

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The house was quiet. Maria had gone off to work at the videostore, and Shelly had gone out to meet with her boyfriend Greg. Normally, I would have put some music on, doing some chores or making some art now that they were gone. But not today. I woke up feeling off. I had hoped that after some breakfast and some coffee, it would be over, but alas, it only got worse. So that's why I found myself lying on the couch, with the remote control of the telly in my hand. I still hadn't put it on, knowing that the sound - no matter how soft it could be - would only worsen the headache I had.

I closed my eyes as I felt another pang of pain flashing through my head. The headache had been there all day, but now it was slowly but surely turning into a splitting headache. I knew I couldn't ignore it any longer and made my way to the kitchen. Somewhere, in one of the cabinets, I was certain I'd have a package with aspirin. I sighed as I entered the kitchen, seeing the dirty dishes piling out of the sink. The remains of our lunch were lying on the kitchen island. It was a mess. Normally, I wouldn't mind cleaning it up, but now, the thought alone made me want to cry. God, I felt sick.

I opened the cupboard, realising that the package I had had been used up by my housemates. The only thing left of it was the empty box. I sighed as I threw it in the bin, deciding that I'd have to go to the drugstore. I got dressed in some comfortable yet more appropriate clothing - I didn't want to go outside in my pyjamas - and put my shoes on. After locating my keys on the dining room table, I headed outside - only to return to put a jacket on. It was surprisingly cold outside.

As I walked down the street, I was a little relieved to realise that the sun was setting already. It meant that my boyfriends would be going to the boardwalk soon. As much as the idea of being in a brightly lit, loud space didn't appeal to me, the idea of being with them and near them did.

The door to the drugstore opened with a soft tinkle as I pushed it open, the bell above the door signalling my presence. It was quiet inside, the only other customer an old lady. I greeted her quietly before searching the aisles for what I needed. I didn't pay attention when I heard the bell ring, nor did I pay attention to the space around me. So, when I found the brand I needed, and made a move to grab it, I bumped into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so-"

"Shit, you look like shit babe!" I looked up and saw that I had bumped into Marko. I gave him a watery smile.

"I kind of feel like it, I think it hay-fever or something."

Marko nodded, his hand resting on my forehead to check my temperature. "I think it's a bit more than that."

"Fever?"

"Yeah, a bit. Come on," he took the medicine I wanted and walked towards the checkout. "You're staying with us tonight."

"Weren't you going to the boardwalk?"

"You're more important. Santa Carla won't forget who owns the place if we don't show up one night."

I nodded, taking a deep breath. It was suddenly really warm inside. "What were you doing here?"

"Paul's been complaining about a lack of liquorice in the cave."

"He really likes that stuff?"

"Apparently. We can't all be perfect," he paid for the liquorice and the aspirin, also asking for a bottle of water. He grabbed our stuff, opening the door for me. Once we were outside, I stopped walking for a moment, taking some deep breaths.

"Are you alright?"

I shook my head slightly. " 'm feeling a little faint."

"Go and sit down, alright?" He handed me the bottle of water and the aspirin. "Have you eaten today?"

I shrugged as I took a sip. "Wasn't hungry."

"You actually got the liquorice!" I looked up as I saw Paul appearing out of thin air in front of me. "And you got our gir- Jesus, you look like shit."

I nodded, feeling a little less faint than before. I heard the loud rumble of motorcycles, and I knew that Dwayne and David were also here now. I looked up, smiling tiredly as David walked towards me.

"Hey."

"Hey darlin'," he helped me stand up, looking me over as I did. I felt myself tremble a little. Maybe Marko was right, and this was more than allergies. "Let's get you home. Do you think you can hold on?"

I nodded, climbing on the back of his bike, and holding on to him tightly.

"We need some food, see if there's a store open so you can get her some fruit and bread and such."

"Sure thing. Is there anything you'd like?" Paul looked at me, and I shook my head. He nodded, kissing me softly on my forehead before driving off. Marko handed Dwayne the stuff we'd just bought, saying he'd be home shortly. He had to feed. Dwayne drove next to us, both David and him driving slower than usual. I was glad they did, mainly because their usual driving style was close to nauseating. Besides, with them driving slower, the chances of me gliding off were slimmer. I closed my eyes for a bit, a sudden tiredness overwhelming me.

"Don't fall asleep, love."

" 'm not." I mumbled, holding on a little tighter.

"We're almost home, then you can sleep all you want."

Dwayne was true to his word. Less than five minutes later, we stopped at the edge of the cliff leading towards the cave. Without a word, Dwayne lifted me up, carrying me in his arms down the stairs and into the lobby of the sunken hotel.

"Couch or bed?"

"Couch," I said softly, trying to stiffle a yawn, "Don't want to be alone."

"Alright, love."

He carefully laid me down on the couch, taking some pillows from Star's bed to make sure I was comfortable. David brought me the blanket I normally used while staying here, a thick and soft fabric covering the whole thing. I mumbled a soft thank you.

"How long have you been feeling sick?" David asked, crouching down next to me, brushing some hair out of my face.

"Since this morning."

"It's probably just a cold or a flu. Is the aspirin helping?"

"A little, I guess?"

He gave me a soft smile, getting up. I closed my eyes, drifting in and out of consciousness before sleep finally came.

I don't know how much time passed before I woke up, but when I did, I could hear an annoyed Dwayne hiss something at Paul and Marko.

"Quiet, she has just fallen asleep!"

"Ah shit, sorry, babe!" Paul whisper yelled at me, causing me to sleepily open my eyes.

" 's okay," I nodded, looking at them.

"I know you said you didn't want anything from the store, but I also brought you some cookies and chocolate."

I smiled tiredly, wincing as I felt my headache return. "Thank you, hon."

"If you're not feeling better tomorrow, we could give you some blood to speed up the healing process?" Marko offered. I bit my lip, not knowing whether I'd like that or not. I did feel sick, but to drink blood? "Just think about it, alright?"

"Yeah."

He smiled before looking outside. The sky was turning a bright red. He went to the back of the cave, climbing through the liftshaft. Dwayne and Paul followed. I pulled my blanket closer against me, curling up, when I felt a pair of arms lifting me up.

"Hm?"

"We're staying with you today, sweetheart."

" 's nice," I mumbled sleepily, already dosing off as he brought me to the bedroom. I was asleep before I even hit the pillow, my boys surrounding me, making sure I'd be okay.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

[actually-a-girls-name]

Family

my second ficlet for @calaisreno may prompts!! a nice Christmas at Baker Street, Ms. Hudson POV, hope you enjoy!

also on ao3 if you want to drop a comment there :)

2,005 words - Prompt: Family (no shit Sherlock)

The living room was scintillating from every corner, ornamented with stuffed reindeers and Santa Claus figurines, and a magnificent tree was taking up quite a lot of space next to the chimney. It was their second Christmas since John had moved back to Baker Street with Rosie. The doctor was the one who insisted they would decorate particularly heavily. “For Rosie” he said, but Ms. Hudson saw he was enjoying it as much as the little girl. Sherlock had seen it too of course, so he didn’t argue. He was even the one who put the colorful fairy lights up, the ones they had back from their first Christmas together. She had caught John looking over fondly at his partner as he was trying to detangle the wires. Ms. Hudson remembered thinking they had probably shopped for those lights back then, since it was not in the flat furniture. She was sure they were an item now, even though they were yet to say anything about it. But the landlady was more than a landlady and she did know them good after all.

The guests arrived for 6 o’clock and the room was filled of chatter and laughter. It was the usual crowd: Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade and even Mycroft was there! He had been bullied by John and Sherlock for over a month before giving in. Threats involving Rosie were made. In the end, it wasn’t really a surprise for Ms. Hudson that he caved in. Even if it wasn’t for the soft heart she knew he had under all these layers of expensive clothing and frigidity, the couple were legitimately scary. They were already before everything happened, but now that they weren’t wasting so much energy coming at each other, their connection was a dangerous weapon. Upon consideration, she was glad to have them on her side and feared the inevitable day they would join forces to mess with her.

The champagne was still flowing but the appetizers brought by Molly were long gone now. Rosie was channeling all the attention on her, dancing in the middle of the room in a cute sparkly purple dress. It was way past her bedtime but to everyone’s enjoyment the demon was still full of energy.

What a light this sweet little girl brought to their lives, Ms. Hudson thought. Oh, it had been hard on her: the death of her mother and her father doing the best he could that wasn’t quite enough. To his defense, the poor man had his fair share of grief to deal with. Still, it didn’t help that he had deprived his daughter of another pair of loving arms in the storm of it all. Ms. Hudson knew how John regretted his reaction toward Sherlock, so she kept those reflections to herself. During these times, there have been days of complete silence, which was about the scariest thing a young child could do. But then Rosie started crying again, and not only crying – thank God – but also babbling and squealing and laughing. She had a village of adoring people raising her now, and Ms. Hudson could only think of the joy she felt from being a part of it.

Martha never had any children of her own, too busy enjoying the high (and steam!) of her marriage at first, and then too busy trying to figure out a way out of the spiral down. She would probably never have wanted any with him anyway. He wasn’t the kind of man you could see being tender with children. She herself was not even sure she would be. She had always been pretty indifferent to these little screaming individuals. She found babies cute and wasn’t completely immune to their smiles (who was?) but she also didn’t find herself caring too much. She always felt clumsy on their company and could never figure out how to act around children. With Rosie she had learned. She loved the creature with all her heart, that helped.

They were tackling the cake by now, Rosie finally napping on the sofa after spending the entire diner running around and eating out of everyone’s plate. Ms. Hudson settled on observing Sherlock for a while. He had been incredibly appropriate and seemed at-ease all evening, even as the tiredness were visibly settling in. Maybe John’s hand occasionally brushing his thighs or settling behind the back of his chair had helped. Maybe the wine too: they were all such lightweight, she could probably outdrink them all. Not something to be particularly proud of, she thought then. “Must be the few glasses of whiskeys at the bridges sessions, nothing wrong with that.” Still, Sherlock had come a long way from the mess of a person he was when they first met. She drifted back to her memories as she watched with tenderness the man the self-labelled sociopath had become.

Martha was from a big family, the last one of six siblings. All her brothers and sisters had or were moving out when she was still little; she didn’t have time to form a strong connection with any of them. Her parents were nice but tired to their bones, she remembered the silence being an eminent part of her childhood. Friends she had a ton, but the one who mattered the most left early at her wedding. Everything changed after that, and moving to Florida cut the last remaining strings.

She was 34 when she settled in London, and she had felt lonely ever since. Martha Louise Hudson was a social one, but acquaintances stayed just that: acquaintances. It was at that time she really wished to have a family. There were a few men, but none of them felt right. Few men ever do when you’re an independent woman able to recognize her own value. And by God she was. Still, she longed for a meaningful connection. She did have a sister and a niece she visited sometimes, but the distance wasn’t making it easy. As she grew older and it was becoming increasingly sure she wasn’t going to have a child of her own, she always found herself wondering what a mother she would have been.

She immediately felt a weird pull when she met Sherlock, passed out in the street two blocks away from her flat: she felt a need to protect the boy, almost viscerally. So she took him home to fed him tea and biscuits. The discussion they had was one of the strangest she ever had at the time (strangest things had happened to her since then). As it turned out, he was the one who could protect her: her bastard of a husband had figured a way out of jail and was threatening to come get her. Sherlock promised he was not going to let it happen, and he didn’t. She became attached to this smart and arrogant junkie, who was just as lonely as she was, if not more.

She visited him in a rehab center a couple of times, that’s how she met Mycroft. She remembered quite clearly the way his glances were sending chills to her spine. Sherlock visited her a few times too, after he got out. Sometimes he only dropped off a stolen item from a crime scene he thought she might like, sometimes he would stay for tea and biscuits. He usually liked to narrate his cases to her: Ms. Hudson was a very good listener. She shouted, gasped, and laughed right on cue. Other times, less frequently, he was letting her talk about the neighborhood gossips and the new members of her bridge club. When her tenants moved out, she naturally offered the space to him and he accepted without hesitation. God knows where he had been living before! He would always refuse to talk about it.

It was well into the night and Greg and Molly had just left but the walls of 221B Baker Street seemed to be retaining their laughter. It was just the two of them now with Rosie asleep in John’s chair. “Well, the four of us really” she thought. They were seated in the living room, letting the weariness of the evening washing through them.

Ms. Hudson could not have guessed this was going to be what her Christmas would look like when she greeted John Watson on the entrance of her house, a bit more than 5 years ago. Maybe she had hoped for it a tiny bit. She thought John and Sherlock were perfect for each other since the first glance she casted at the doctor. Gosh, it has been a long time coming! And nothing was perfect, nothing ever is, but this was the closest they might ever get to a perfect night. Martha sighted.

She avoided thinking about the years when Sherlock was dead, and she knew John was doing the same. They had a silent agreement not to talk about it either. But it didn’t mean she had forgotten. On the contrary, she remembered very distinctly the silence that had fallen on Baker Street like a curse. She used to put the TV at full volume all day long, without getting herself to actually watch it. Ms. Hudson hushed those memories away, frowning. John was singing a soft lullaby to Rosie who had just woken up crying.

The first Christmas after John had moved back in with his daughter, they had spent the day in cardboard boxes. John and Sherlock had gone out on a Christmas dinner at Molly’s while she had stayed minding for little Rosie. Sherlock had been home early and visibly upset. He didn’t answer when she asked him what was wrong. That night John came back late and drunk, and she had trouble falling back asleep after that. They still had a lot to sort out at that time. But wasn’t it what it’s all about? Ups and downs. She realized now: that was the proper of families. And she had never been so glad to have found one.

“What are you smiling for, Ms. H?” Sherlock asked, scanning her face.

“Nothing my boys, just happy to have you here.”

“Where else would we ever want to be?” John answered, grinning.

#mayprompts2024 #bbc sherlock #ficlet #bbc sherlock fanfiction #ms hudson #sherlock holmes #john watson #rosie watson #mine

[the-s1lly-corner]

JONATHAN AND GN!READER AND THEIR ANTICS !!!!!!!

Antics w/ Jonathan and Reader!

I did a similar post yesterday!! (Linked at the end, hopefully, I'm mobile and sometimes tumblr can be weird)

I'm so so sorry it took my so long to get this request <\\3 I was trying to come up with new ideas so it could be different than the other ask <\3, which I highly recommend checking out! Imma be real I'm not totally confident in how this one turned out so that second post can be like an extra/make up <\3

I wasnt sure if you wanted this to be platonic or have them dating so!! It's mostly written as vague in that department!!

Jonathan doesn't strike me as the person who goes out and does things a lot

Just. Wake up, work, home, sleep, repeat.. he'll sometimes send texts to friends and family to schedule a lunch here and there but

That's about it, hes not very social

So a lot of these antics are really going to be made through you making the plans; with the shenanigans really being unplanned byproducts

Honestly I can totally see Jonathan starting shit with someone, be it accident or on purpose, prompting both of yall having to hightail it out of the area

Reminds me of that part from one of the diary of a wimpy kid movies, where greg n rodrick do that fake puke prank on the guy and have to make a run for it

Actually I can totally see yall subtly being menaces and fucking with people

Maybe not a fake puke prank persay but

Yk?

No crime stuff; I only really see that becoming a thing after he becomes Spot! Both from how he worded his whole "turning to a life of crime" thing and the fact he just

Lacks the experience and confidence

Moving on

Maybe it's just my "let's get silly with the writing" part of me, or it's my need for chaos (arguably the same thing), but

I feel like

Somehow, you guys would accidentally probably maybe kinda sorta

Wreak havoc in ways spot could only dream of (before doing the whole. Bouncing across the multiverse thing)

Yall could probably start the day wanting to go to some food truck and

End it by spending a night in jail

Neither of you are allowed anywhere near food trucks after that /j

No but serious note, Jonathan is basically a hermit, he doesnt like leaving his apartment unless he has to; people are just, so

Eeuuughchk!

So when you two hang out it's either his place or yours

But that's not to say it isnt fun!

Hes got normal stuff people have in their homes, like board games and consoles

And also science doohickies

Yeah people have that in their houses, that's a normal thing

Ngl if you give him any ideas for machines or whatnot hes totally going to give it a try

See previous post with a trans s/o, he would make the transgenderinator if you asked him to

Well now hes just turning into doof

Ykw

I feel like he'd take you to alchemax to show off stuff but like

If you asked nicely

How can he say no to that face?

And also he has no backbone

That's not to say you would pressure him, though! Because that's not cool, dont pressure people. But like, he would cave in the way of "I know it's not that serious and I know they'll probably understand if I say no, but I don't want to ever risk disappointing them ever in my life, so I'm gonna say yes!" Kind of way

He just like me frfr

And this is assuming you even know about alchemax

Which personally, unless you're in some way associated with it, I'm p sure be would have a strong boundary to keep you out of it

This is really just turning into a general ramble <\3

Anyways

I dont have many ideas since I struggle with general hcs like this but!! Yeah!! Definitely recommend the linked post for a better more cohesive (?) List of ideas and hcs!! This post kinda

Made me realize I dont have many hcs for Jonathan outside of making his personality a smart pathetic science man

Gotta fix that , give him some hobbies n stuff in the future

Link to a similar post!

#atsv spot #atsv #the spot #the spot x reader #spot x reader #jonathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader

[universellie]

Platonic Rose Quartz x G/N Reader

[[Request by the lovely @insertuserhere88 !!

— There was no specific requests so I’ll employ some creative liberty in what I’m about to write :) It’s set before Greg’s gig on the beach, the night he met Rose.

((A/N: Y/N only used a few times xoxo Sorry for any typos, it’s late when I wrote this and I’m too tired to edit. I’ll do it tomorrow, maybe. :,)

>>𝘔𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 ♥︎

It was 1990, Mr. Universe had a gig on the beach tonight and you were most certainly going to attend. You were ecstatic to get to see him live, you’d been a fan for a while now to say the least. You knew Rose would love his music too, but you had to find her first to see if she’d attend the concert.

You walked along the beach, kicking pebbles out of your way. You could see the cave and warp pad from where you were, already dreading the dastardly climb up to the cliff face. You always loved the carving of Obsidian in the cliff, a symbol of the Crystal Gems unity and their friendship. A quite literal representation, not only as a sculpture but when they fused. You had had the privilege of seeing and meeting her once, a gigantic gem with flaming eyes. Unnerving and most likely terrifying to anyone, yet you knew she was a culmination of your dearest friends. And your best friend, Rose Quartz.

You stepped up in front of the warp pad, looking at the door that led to each of the gems respective rooms. “Rose!” You called out, looking at the ground and idly kicking a rock. It flew to the wall directly beside the door as it opened, bouncing and flying directly across Rose’s face. “Woah!” she exclaimed, taking a step back. You grimaced, raising your hands in surrender. “Sorry Rose-“ She waved a hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it Y/N, these things happen.” Her dress whispered along the ground as her bare feet padded towards you. “What brings you here?” She peered down at you, her giant mass of pink curls surrounding her. “I wanted to see if you’d like to join me at the concert tonight. It’s the musician I like, Mr. Universe?” You put your hands in your pockets, your head almost completely laid back to look up at her. “Of course! Id love to! In the meantime, want to do something else? The gems and I have nothing to do for the rest of the day so Garnet has gone to explore the deeper parts of the temple, Amethyst is in her room and Pearl is in the training grounds. I’m on my own I’m afraid.”

“Rose you don’t have to ask to hang out with me. C’mon, let’s go to the beach. Maybe we can watch them set up for the concert tonight.” She clapped her hands in joy, hurrying to the open cliff exit. She held out a hand to you, you took it, holding tightly as she catapulted the pair of you into the sky and floated gently to the centre of the beach. You landed gracefully, thanks to her expert floating knowledge. She sat on the sand, her feet and ends of her dress in reach of tiny waves. They lapped lazily while you settled in beside her, the pair of you gazing out at the horizon.

“Rose, if you don’t mind me asking. Why did you start the rebellion?” She had never fully explained how it had begun, only that one day they were fighting for their very freedom. She sighed, looking up at you quickly and back towards the sea. “They wouldn’t listen to me.”

“The Diamonds?”

“Mhm.” Her eyes were hidden behind the shadows of her curly bangs, you could see her lips pressed in a thing line as she rested on one elbow, idly drawing gem shapes in the sand. “I tried to explain the beauty of Earth. How their mission for galactic domination was destroying worlds and life.” You noticed her swipe at the sand after she drew what seemed to be a diamond shape. “They ignored me, threw me out and told me to get back to carving the kindergartens.” She sighed, avoiding eye contact. “I chose to ignore them. I reformed into this dress, I chose to make a stand. I refuse to allow the Diamond Authority to destroy this beautiful planet.” You looked at her, admiration and pity in your gaze. How one gem could defeat an entire world, you had no idea. But if there was anyone who could do it, it would be Rose.

“What do you think Pink is doing right now?” You picked up a seashell, pulling your feet back into you. You twirled the shell around in your hands, investigating its colours and ridges. Rose let loose a dark chuckle. “Probably sitting on her Pink throne on her royal behind doing nothing except destruction. Except following orders.” She seemed so lost in thought, continuing to watch the waves. “She’s useless you know. Heartless, even. She couldn’t make a stand to her sisters, she didn’t even try to change the direction of this mass destruction.” Rose sat up, curling her legs towards her and wrapping her arms around her knees. “She’s weak, Y/N. Pink Diamond is so disgustingly weak.” You sighed, reaching a hand up and patting Rose on her arm through her curls.

“Can she help it? She’s been raised in a castle surrounded by Diamonds who know nothing but conquest. She’s the youngest and the smallest. Of course she’s weaker! She’s the bullied little sister, from what I can see.” Rose sniffled, rubbing a hand over her face and hiding behind her curls. Was she crying?

“I just wish they could see the world like me.” Rose whispered, the words seemed so heavy, like they meant something entirely different. You stood, patting her on the head, her curls bouncing like cotton candy. “They will, someday.” You reassured her, stretching your arms above your head as you did. You looked behind you to see the stage being set up, the sun was setting, almost completely below the horizon.

“Come on Rose, for tonight, let’s just enjoy some good music.” She looked up at you, smiling. “You are what I love most about humans Y/N. Always so kind and understanding.” She stood, grabbing you by the shoulders and crushing you in a hug. “Thank you.” She whispered gently. You rubbed her back, returning a ‘you’re welcome’ before breaking away.

“On the bright side Rose, maybe Mr. Universe will like you just as much as I do.”

#steven universe #steven universe au #steven universe fandom #steven universe fanfic #steven universe imagine #steven universe author #steven universe x reader #steven universe x f!reader #steven universe and reader #steven universe the movie #rose quarts steven universe #rose quarts su #rose quarts is pink diamond #rose quartz #rose quartz x reader #rose quartz x platonic reader #rose quartz platonic

[theladyofrosewater]

Cursed FNAF Au's that haunt my brain

Buzzfeed Unsolved/Ghost Files AU with Charlie and Mike, except Charlie is Shane and Mike is Ryan. They still post it on youtube and only respond to any questions about Freddy's with the most dated vines.

Afton Robotics is except it runs just as chaotically as Aperture Science, With all of the Cave Johnson dialogues instead being said by William.

Curse of the Were-Rabbit AU

Sister Location AU where Circus Baby realizes it's Mike and not their dad because Mike is VERY short and their father was not.

Security Breach AU where Vanessa only gets turned into Vanny when the most obnoxious pop music plays, so to combat this she turns her entire playlist into heavy metal songs and Security Breach only happens because she forgot to charge her airpods that day

Pizza Sim but Mike just locked everyone in the same room because god dammit Henry he's not doing this shit again stop letting them wander around, they don't need enrichment.

FNAF 1 but instead of the weird hallucinations or whatever, CC/Evan tells the other kids all of Mike's old embarrassing habits/moments and they use that to make fun of him. Mike hates every minute of it and would rather be fighting for his life instead.

A Charlie lives AU but only because she started cussing out everyone who locked her out/wasn't looking for her and Will thought it was funny when the 8 year old called her own father a jackass

Security Breach but it's both Cassie and Gregory who get stuck inside so Glamrock Freddy has to carry one of them on his shoulders. All of the animatronics still hate Greg but Love Cassie and he is mildly miffed about this. but only mildly.

I will update this more as I think of them but don't hesitate to add your own

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #security breach #sister location #fnaf pizzeria simulator

[circusrat13]

lame portal-ified disney song by me

*to the tune of "Belle" from Beauty and the Beast*

"Miss Caroline!"

CAROLINE

Scientists' town, Artificial village Ev'ry day New explosions there Underground Full of crazy people Waking up to say:

SCIENTISTS

Oh god! Oh no! Emergency! Hold on!

CAROLINE

Here's Mr. Wheatley with reports, like always I guess, some test-subjects just died Making science, bending time Since the day we dug that mine In the state of Michigan

WHEATLEY

Good Morning, Miss Caroline!

CAROLINE

Good morning, Wheatley.

WHEATLEY

Where are you off to?

CAROLINE

The turret production-line. Mr. Johnson wanted me to count How many bullets per bullet it takes to…

WHEATLEY

Y-Yeah, that's great. Jerry! Down the lift shaft! Hurry up, mate!

MALE SCIENTISTS

Look there she goes Miss Caroline, she's gorgeous Smart and collected, can't you tell?

LADY SCIENTISTS

But she's just some poor assistant!

RICK/ADVENTURE CORE

But her body's like a pistol

SCIENTISTS

She's a heart and soul of Aperture for sure!

MALE SCIENTIST 1

Hello!

LADY SCIENTIST 1

Good day!

MALE SCIENTIST 1

How's hard-light bridges?

LADY SCIENTIST 2

Hello!

MALE SCIENTIST 2

Good day!

LADY SCIENTIST 2

Where's Mantis Men?

MALE SCIENTIST 3

We need more cubes!

LADY SCIENTIST 3

They're in the storage

CAROLINE

We're forwarding the cause of science with our lives!

CAVE JOHNSON

Ah, Caroline!

CAROLINE

Good morning, Mr. Johnson, sir! I was just about to go the bullet expertise…

CAVE JOHNSON

Good, and what's about compensation vouchers? Are they ready?

CAROLINE

Yes, they're on your desk!

CAVE JOHNSON

Give them to the reception.

CAROLINE

Right! Of course!

CAVE JOHNSON

And tell the lab boys we need gel pipes In spheres from 12 to 20 up and running by Tuesday

CAROLINE

Will be done, sir! Is there something else I can do for you?

CAVE JOHNSON

Keep doing what you're doing. Oh, and remind the repair wing guy that we still have that leak in the west hall.

CAROLINE

Yes, sir.

CAVE JOHNSON

Thank you, Caroline. You're a gem.

CAROLINE

Oh, Mr. Johnson.

SCIENTISTS

Look there she goes, the essence of our science! (So close to Mr. Johnson, too) With her long thick brown hair And red scarf around her neck What a puzzle this Miss Caroline must be!

CAROLINE

Oh, isn't this a triumph? All the points of data ready to compute Here's in Aperture Science We can laugh at physics and just hope We won't get sued!

VIRGIL/MAINTENANCE CORE

Now it's no wonder that we kicked Black Mesa Our methods got no parallel

CRAIG/FACT CORE

But we signed their trading pact Borealis is a fact!

KEVIN/SPACE CORE

And my daddy gotta take it into space!

SCIENTISTS

We are the best researching team! We're making portals and we'll win this race!

GREG

Wow! It seems your pep talk got them all inspired, Mr. Johnson! You're the greatest boss in the whole world!

CAVE JOHNSON

I know.

GREG

But there are still some problems with the GLaDOS project. We don't have a required intellect substance.

CAVE JOHNSON

It's true, Greg. But I've got my sights set on one particular assistant.

GREG

You mean Miss Caroline?!

CAVE JOHNSON

She's the one. The only woman whom I can trust to run the facility the way I used to.

GREG

But she's -

CAVE JOHNSON

The most loyal assistant I had.

GREG

I know, but -

CAVE JOHNSON

That makes her the best. And don't Aperture Science deserve the best?

GREG

Of course it does!

CAVE JOHNSON

Right from the moment when I met her, saw her I said she is the one we need! She's the energy, no resting And has passion for the testing So I'm making plans to put her in the charge!

LADY SCIENTISTS

Look there He goes Isn't he handsome? Oh, Mister Johnson He's the best! My circuits blow I'm hardly breathing He's such a tall, clever and charming man!

[some banter that I cut out, because i had no inspo]

CAROLINE

We're forwarding the cause of science with our souls!

CAVE JOHNSON

Just watch, She's going to outlive you all!

SCIENTISTS

He chose Miss Caroline to be his heir It's such an honor, to be fair!

LADY SCIENTISTS

But what if she doesn't want it?

MALE SCIENTISTS

Then we make her, like he ordered!

SCIENTISTS

'Cause she really is our only hope She'll live forever like a God She'll rule facility for long Miss Caroline!

#portal #portal 2 #portal stories: mel #portal caroline #portal glados #portal cave johnson #portal wheatley #portal virgil #portal rick #portal space core #portal fact core #portal greg #google who greg is if you don't know lol #i am cringe but i am free

[seth-shitposts]

Defectors AU Playlist Suggestion

🎵🎵🎶

Call the Nightingale - Vian Izak , Juniper Vale

I'll Keep You Safe - Sleeping At Last

Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA / Meryl Streep , Amanda Seyfield

What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish

Thistle & Weeds - Mumford & Sons

You Will Be Okay (Stolas' Lullaby) [Extended] - Sam Haft

One More Moment (Ursa's Lullaby) - Reinaeiry

Days Go On - Greg Laswell

All Is Found - Kasey Musgraves

Learn Me Right - Birdy , Mumford & Sons

Turn To Stone - Ingrid Michaelson

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

Smoke Signals - Cave Town & Tessa Violet

Times Like These - Eden Project

The Lightning Strike (What If This Storm Ends?) - Snow Patrol

The Call - Regina Spektor

Between The Raindrops - Lifehouse , Natasha Bedingfield

Laughter Lines - Bastille

I Will Return - Skylar Grey

I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons

#defectors au #star wars rebels #swr #alexsandr kallus #star wars #ezra bridger

[meetmyothersouls]

The Ghost of You

Chapter 5

Moodboard by: @imnotoverlyobsessive

Warnings: ghosts, haunted house, not proof read 

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

“Just unlock the door, y/n,” Greg said with slight annoyance. 

“Gee, Greg. I didn’t think of that,” you replied. “Seriously it’s unlocked but this fucking door won’t budge. 

Just as you pulled, Greg slammed his body against the old wooden door. You heard something crack. The door frame? You had to get this door opened, before Greg fully caved in the entrance to your house. 

“What the hell?” Greg said from the other side of the door, out of breath and exhausted. “It’s like someone’s leaning against the door with all their weight. Are you sure you unlocked the door?” 

You wiped away the sweat forming just under your hair line. 

“Yes, Greg. That’s the first thing I did.”

You looked up at the series of locks you installed. They were locked. Though you distinctly remembered unlocking them. You felt your pupils dilate from the shock and slowly turned your head toward your computer. You watched as the keys on your keyboard pressed down in unison with the words rapidly appearing on your computer screen. 

NO. 

Do not open the door for him. 

“UGH, Don’t tell me what to do!” You yelled at your computer. 

“What? Y/n?” Greg said, jiggling the door knob. You heard the door crack a little more. 

“I’m not talking to you!” You yelled to Greg as you stomped over to your laptop and attempted to smack the screen down, only to feel the vibrations of your smack radiate through your palm and up your elbow from the impact of a laptop that would not shut. 

 You backed away, watching more words appear on your computer screen, and you wondered where Timothee Chalamet sat as he began typing again. You swatted the air in the space around your laptop, expecting to feel an invisible body, but your hand glided through the air. 

Make him go away. 

“Why?” You asked. 

Make him go away. 

He typed again. 

Or I will. 

“Oh, fuck you,” you spat, not believing you were being challenged by a ghost. “This is my house! I’ll do what I want, and I’ll invite who I want!”  

“Y/n, is there someone else in the house with you?” Greg asked. He must’ve backed away from the door judging from the squeaky sigh of relief the hinges let out. 

“No! I mean yes...well...kind of?”

Just as the words left your mouth. He appeared. Timothee Chalamet--or his ghost--you weren’t sure simply because of how real he looked. He walked in from the kitchen. Tall and skinny with dark hair that curled perfectly at the ends, framing his face in a way that people these days paid hundreds of dollars for at shitty hair salons that never did the job right. He wore a black frock coat with straight legged trousers. His shirt underneath had a high collar, covering his slender neck and stopping just below his pronounced adams apple. You watched it bob up and down as he swallowed. His shoes had a small heel that clicked when he walked. He looked over at you, nodded once and smiled. 

“Shall I take care of this then?” Timothee said out loud, in an ever so slight transatlantic accent. If his clothing didn’t give him a vintage air his accent definitely did. No one talked like that anymore. 

You felt the air change from warm to freezing as he walked by. Your mouth hung open, and you could see your warm breath fog up in front of you like it would on a snowy day. 

When he approached door, the locks fell open like magic and the door creaked until it revealed an annoyed and slightly apprehensive Greg. Timothee kept his hands in his pockets and leaned against the door frame. This time it did not creak or crack. Greg eyed the door, then Timothee, then you. You stood near the sofa, slightly behind Timothee, unable to speak. Your mouth still wide open as if you had seen...well a ghost. 

“Who is this dude?” Greg asked, his face twisted in mixture of confusion and jealousy. 

Timothee stood up straight, towering over Greg. 

“Allow me to introduce myself,” Timothee said. “I am Timothee.” 

Timothee slid his right hand out of his pocket and offered it to Greg, who stared at it for several seconds before taking into his for a handshake. 

“Y/n, who is this dude?” Greg asked you again. 

You stood there, tripping over words, unable to form a coherent sentence. 

“You’ll have to forgive, y/n,” Timothee stepped in for you. “My appearance was quite...unannounced. I was in the area and just decided to...pass through.”  Timothee looked over his shoulder at you and winked, causing you to back up and fall into the sofa. “But, please, do not pay me any mind.” Timothee pushed the door open wider. Though you were sure he could probably will it open without any physical contact. 

The door stood wide open, and Greg stood on your porch with an eyebrow cocked. He had a pizza box in one hand, whose bottom formed a perfect greasy circle from not being opened an eaten fast enough. And a DVD from what you could tell was ironically called The Uninvited.

“Y/n...this your boyfriend?”

“What? No!” You finally said. “He’s just a friend...thing...I guess.”

Timothee looked over at you with a smirk that made it clear he planned on punishing you for not telling Greg to go away. But why did he care? 

“A friend thing,” Timothee repeated, his eyes still locked on you. 

Greg looked between the two of you and shook his head. “Yeah. No. This is weird, y/n.” He left the pizza on your doorstep and backed away. “You call me when...whatever this is is done.” 

Greg jogged to his car and peeled out. His tires screeching on your driveway and down the road. You stormed to the door and grabbed the cold pizza, tossed it into the house and slammed the heavy door. You reached for the locks only to see them lock themselves and when you turned around Timothee was gone. 

Your breath still clouded in front of you as you spoke. “Alright, you fucker. Where are you?” 

It was quite in the manor. The eerie kind of quiet that chilled your skin and made you sweat all at the same time. The kind of quiet that allowed you to hear your own heart beating and the blood rushing behind your ear drums. 

It was so quiet that the whisper that sounded from directly behind, somehow echoed in every direction, traveling and bouncing off of the walls of the manor. You could feel Timothee’s breath on your neck. 

“Come find me.” 

Tags: @imnotoverlyobsessive @dayafied @soulofendlessbook @fashphotolife @chicchanelcigs @scentedkittenperfection @weasleytwinscumslut @timotheel0ver @mxciscastleintheair @marvelmaniac2000 @lovelyrocker @divine-1 @louievr @love-poems-only @starberry-cake @inlovewithphantasy @alexagirlie @misswestfall @softhecreator @livresjaunes @timmymyluv @inannamoon @harrys-thick-thighs @s-we-e-t-t-ea @timolaurence @its-schmackin-dude @justagirlwhoneedshelp

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #writing #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #timothee blurb #timothee chalamet imagine #timmy chalamet #dark!timothee #the ghost of you

[eggsploded]

for tthe character thing... spar eheathcliff thoughts perhaps

he hath been requested like... a billion times so here we go

initial impression: dude was a little scary like. he immediately kills sinclair right off the bat (-2) and clearly was ready to clobber everyone else if not for vergil. then the second flashbang of his translated cockney accent is so. i wasnt expecting projmoon to pull out the mingin

current impression: a standup guy if you can excuse his behavior 40 times in one day. he cares so fucking much for his favorite buslings (with many gripes attached) and its great to see him get drinking buddies after uhhhh whatever happens in wuthering heights lol. his input to being put in any situation ever is probably the thing im looking forward to most whenever they move location

favorite moment: i really love his dynamic with faust especially canto 4 when she starts actually listening to him and going wayment.. hes making some points actually. heath is right faust IS having a cromulent fuckcrustable of a day. theyre kinda a parallel to ryoshu and sinclairs translator duo and its fun. and now that yi sang is out there.. sangin hell have to play straightman (literal?) even more when buddy breaks into poetry over his daily sunlight enrichment. hey socrates its a fucking cookie, but he means it with love + another good moment is in hells chicken with meur where he successfully peels potatoes with a spoon and instead of getting chastised meur approves of this method and he just goes CLASS!!!

story idea: they should have a room with a bunch of pots for him to smash like link itd be good for him

fav relationships: i dont have any ships for him cuz of catherine or whatever but even then i dont really feel anything Romantical for the guy but DAMN is the bloke making enemies and chums. theres gregor which is like his undisputed favorite bus member not only because hes just a fuckin guy but he also happens to be comically small. despite caving sinclairs head that one time they have made amends and he calls him little lad now. outis is terrifying and begets respect and fearful awe. he and rodya are both outskirts food connoisseurs and can bond over a big fuckoff burger, a beer, and hyping up their boy greg. and briefly before canto 3 i like to believe he pointed out yi sang as the smart guy in the group as a petty slight against faust cuz she was looking down on him. theyre both cool now though. now for the most interesting part. heath and ishmael are CLAWING and MAIMING eachother. the beef is seriously crazy. but they both like meur so theres even more tension on the playground because that guys MY buddy. HE would drink with me (he has a cup of wine if he must) no he would drink with ME. theres claw and bitemarks on their bus seats. and meur does not do a thing, for he logged out long ago staring at the ceiling in perfect unmoving fashion. and he wouldnt choose to hang out with don first thing because its hard to not punch her, but he cant just not respect the huge joust action as a guy with a stupid large bat.

fav headcanon: i think hes got little reading glasses and pulls them out when theyre passing around the newest assignment or menu. hes more scholarly than actual schoolboy sinclair to me

#egg asks #egg art #heathcliff #patrick voice: GOD I LOVE BEING PURPLE #i didnt know where to write it but i see artists drawing heathsang and its funny as fuck its so yaoi proportioned #dead girlfriend got you doing CRAZY things i been talking to this guy that grows slime molds for a minute now

[chronotsr]

No. 4 - D1, Descent into the Depths of the Earth (August 1978)

Author(s): Gary Gygax Artist(s): David C. Sutherland III (Cover), David A. Trampier Level range: Average of 10, preferrably party size 7+ players Theme: Underground exploration Major re-releases: D1-2 Descent into the Depths of the Earth, GDQ1-7 Queen of the Spiders

Wait, really? This adventure has never gotten an official adaptation after 1e? That feels really weird. Granted Queen of Spiders in particular would absolutely work with 2e, but, wow. Is there a reason for that?

Ahh, 1e cover art. Looks like hot fucking garbage in the best way. Well, at least it's not a trace? You may be aware that early DND had a bit of an art theft problem (mostly stealing off of comic covers), but I don't actually have a list of all the known cases -- finding art credits at all is enough hassle as is without tracking down which paintings are also stolen. The usual suspect is "Greg Bell" and if you want to look this up the word you need to google is "Swipes", not traces. Just, be aware that's a thing going forward.

We start off on a weak footing: a light retcon. The ending of G3 didn't really imply that the drow had an escape route to the underdark in the Hall, at least not going off the map, but the text of D1 does. It didn't really even have a reason to pursue any drow into the, well it's not called the Underdark yet. In fact, it's going to be a hot minute til then, it'll receive that name in '86 from a not particularly liked supplement that got pumped out during the TSR Money Issues era. So for now, it's just The Depths. G1-3 were highly enclosed dungeons, D1 is a wilderness hexcrawl situation. Which is kinda strange, since like the G series, the D series was a tournament module. The answer to this conundrum, is that it isn't a conundrum, because only D2-D3 were used at GenCon XI, as well as an alternate Q1 that never was. Shame! The Lolth egg raid sounds cool.

A big hexcrawl, in fact! It's almost weird to me that D1 is the middle of a sequence at such a high level, rather than the beginning of a sequence at a low level, simply because there's so much stuff? Hexcrawls aren't my jam (admittedly I've only played in one ever, but I have Forever GM syndrome very hard so maybe one day that'll be fixed…) so it's hard to not see something this huge and go "wow this must be totally overwhelming to run". But we will press on dauntlessly!

We get some guidance on how to run this, including to really sell the "spooky cave" vibes. Gary is one again strangely invested in the importance of caving itself, but here it feels a bit more appropriate than it did in G2. Happily, shockingly, excellently: there IS a way to secure the Drow's favor from the word jump! Wiping out the Mind Flayer camp will have a, not 100% but extremely high chance of the drow FINALLY leaving you alone. Yay! And included in the module are some bonus cave battlemaps in case you need to random encounter in a cave. Also yay! Actually, in general in this introductory section Gary is generally sending out good game design vibes, going to great trouble to mention "if they're being careful, don't fuck them over" and "just straight up tell them you can't teleport very far down here" and "make sure you tidy up this framework into a real adventure". All very good signs!

The artwork is, broadly, much cooler than it has been up to this point. Which is good, because we're getting a whole lot of random tables here. They do a nice thing in this section, where they give 'purposes' to a lot of the random encounters, not full-on spark tables but at least knowing that the ghouls serve the drow is a very handy "why are they here?" to know.

The adventure lightly, reasonably, railroads you into your first encounter -- a checkpoint. It's a pretty rote fight, there are two factions but they can't really be posed against one another in any obvious way. The sub boss has a faerie fire grenade, and the big boss has a cloak that lets you turn into a lurker to fly away in a pinch. It's lightly teased that they worship Lolth here. But otherwise it's mostly just "welcome to the underdark motherfucker!"

There's a brief illithid encounter, which is likewise rote. Chop em' up and move on.

Finally, you have your dungeon-dungeon, which is a trog warren. It's mostly just Some Drow and Some Trogs, and it almost feels obligatory? It's got that "bunch of random caves" vibe that I do not like in dungeons. B1 and 2 will both end up doing this. But among the funny things is:

The first appearance of a death lance (drains d4 levels) on some bad motherufcker drow fighter lady

The medal you can negotiate from the drow can also just be looted

A lich is just, kind of taking a nap. the cheeky little fucker has put a magic mouth on basically everything everywhere, so you're flooded with magic aura if you think you're going to see shit coming. He's got some really neat shit, like a portable hole, but unfortunately his non-magic valuables are extremely cursed. Figures.

Sometimes I forget that ghouls and ghasts are sentient and intelligent, since I have had it so trained in my mind that ghouls are essentially smart zombies rather than people in any meaningful sense, but not so in ADND land! These ghouls are trying to ditch the drow they serve, which, understandable.

Thing I only learned now: ADND had many, many sphinxes. Andro (big tough and good), crio (smaller, dumber), gyno (smaller, a little meaner, classical sphinx behaviors including riddles), and hieraco (evil, vicious, and animalbrained). Ours here is the hieracosphinx, which is a pet of some drow lady.

Hopefully we can agree that old timey bugbears were silly little guys. I don't buy that they're evil, they're too silly! And yawn the usual lady monster / child monster dilemma is here, how droll. Your party picked a side 30 sessions ago and now it's just procedural.

Apparently the dark elves and trogdolytes practice mutual aid with one another, though Gary specifies it's coercive so not like that put your flag down. I do think it'd be pretty funny to reveal that the trogs are Actually Really Good and have a lot to teach others about societal organization. There's not really much to say about it as-written, it's just more of that mothers/child dilemma tripe.

At the end, an actually cute little trick that I cannot fathom the party ever working out without the Drow Merchant just straight telling them: There is a room with a magical pool in it. The pool is surrounded by a ton of small gem, which if removed, magically reduce any nearby gems in size and value. But, if you toss gems into the pool, they increase in size and value. Neat! Infinite money machine!

The adventure ends with the unveiling of a new monster-people: the Jermlaine, which are basically just mean little guys who sneak around and cause trouble. Not really a threat, just extremely annoying. Your guys will wanna chop them up for being assholes, but really they're just like the most petty guy at your job. It's a weird addition, but not unwelcome. On the whole, D1 is some lovely and mildly ambitious connective tissue bridging the D series together, and I'm actually kind of fond of it now. Maybe my players will visit The Depths soon…

The adventure ends on an illustration of ya bois taking care of some trolls and shit. Thanks Dave!

#1e #chronotsr #dnd #dungeons and dragons #tsr #ttrpg #adnd

[ghostflowerdreams]

If the Lost Boys have been living in Santa Carla for a while, it was probably rare for them to go wild and feast on an entire group of people.

Sure, they did it to a couple of Surf Nazis at a bonfire party, but I think that was more to show off to Michael and to get him to truly understand that he's one of them now. I also think the mess was purposely done to get him to complete his initiation. Ya know, because the scent of all that fresh blood should've been hard to resist.

It didn't work, but the interesting thing is that they clean up after themselves. They rip bodies apart, which was either to make it easier to get rid of them by burning them to ashes or to prevent accidental vampires. For this reason, I don't accept Lost Boys: The Tribe as a real sequel because it just doesn't make sense canonically.

I also like to think that the boys know how to be subtle when they need to be. They don't feed on people who would draw the attention of the police or media. They don't leave drained corpses out in the open. If anything, they probably burn them to ashes or take them back into the hotel-cave to dispose of them.

Why else would they have those metal drum barrels? It probably wasn't just to use as a light source, and vampires don't get cold. I suppose if they're close to the ocean, they can even dump the bodies there. But not without making sure it's tied to a cinder block or something to prevent it from getting washed up on shore.

It's possible that they don't need to feed every night either. I think they're able to survive with one or two mortals. We saw this with the boardwalk security guard on one night and the Surf Nazi leader Greg and his girlfriend Shelly on another. Don't forget that they're still able to consume human food and drink too, but it wouldn't be enough to sustain their life or provide any nutrition like blood does. It probably only helps to keep them full for an extra day or two.

I do think they're also capable of feeding without it resulting in death. They might do that sometimes, especially when it's off-season on the boardwalk. Because maybe during that time any missing persons might be scrutinize a bit more? Of course, nothing is stopping them from going out of Santa Carla to hunt and coming back when they're done.

Speaking of which, something that crossed my mind was that Max's excuse for not being there during the day was because he was busy opening a second store in Los Gatos. It could've been just a lie, but what if it wasn't? If he was as well off as he appeared to be, he could've easily made arrangements and paid others to set it up for him. He could've been going there to hunt too. Or maybe he was planning to leave Santa Carla in a few years, but his plans changed when he met Lucy. Maybe he thought it'd also make for a perfect place to set up a new life for himself and his new family. Either way, he would've need to eventually leave Santa Carla, before people start questioning why he hadn't been aging after a significant amount of years.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys (1987) #thoughts #tlb 1987 #vampires

[trivialbob]

Back home after a fun weekend.

Saturday during the day I visited downtown Chillicothe. That afternoon our clan went out to a country house and wedding venue for my cousin Kate’s daughter’s wedding. (There was some discussion about 2nd cousins, or cousins once removed, etc. I stuck with the bride’s name, Molly). This is my mom’s side of my family.

The property had a horse stable that had been converted into a two bedroom, one bath man cave, complete with a huge bar. I want one for myself now. It would be so cool to park my motorcycle outside my bedroom door. I assume Sheila would get an equal thrill parking her scooter there too. Or we could park them in the second bedroom. Those sliding horse doors are HUGE.

The ceremony was held outside, under bright sun and a perfect 72°F temperature. The bride was beautiful. The groom was handsome. Tissues were necessary.

After a not-too-long ceremony we all moved over to an open sided building for the reception. This is farm country. Many of the men had large, fancy belt buckles, western shirts, cowboy boots, and best of all -- cowboy hats. I loved it. I’ll be on Amazon later tonight.

My branch of the family occupied two large tables. We had a great time together. My uncle Bob and his wife Debbie were there, along with Bob’s son Greg and his wife Melinda. It’s always nice catching up. Not only do Bob and I share a first name, we have a mutual interest in beer.

Because the wedding and reception were outside, a porta potty was the closest place to pee. Melinda, who is a little older than me, literally had never set foot in a porta potty. Not even once, not in her entire life.

There was plenty of drink on hand. Eventually Melinda had to pee. One of my sisters told her to just use the porta potty, because ti was close by. Reluctantly, Melinda agreed. Somebody should have done one of those “first day of school/first time in a porta potty” photos. Had I been right there I would have insisted on it!

As I heard the story, Melinda entered, then exited very quickly. She can retain her claim to having never peed in a porta potty. Not even once, not in her entire life. She found indoor plumbing to complete the task.

The father of the bride, Mike, shares my enjoyment of saving money. Note to self: Sometime ask him about pizza-flavored Goldfish crackers.

Along with some kegs and cans of beer, there were wine bottles everywhere. Rumor had it the wine was sourced from the Aldi region of Chillicothe and was not expensive. My cousin Jenny asked Mike if it was five dollar wine. “Oh goodness no, Jennifer. This is the $3.50 wine!”

Frugal and proud of it!

Jenny told Mike she was going to be sure to drink $10 worth of his wine. I’m not sure if that pleased Mike or made him want to put a donation jar on the table.

This morning a group of us ate breakfast at our hotel then hit the road. My dad and I took a shorter but more scenic route out of Chillicothe to the Interstate. The pretty landscape was covered by farms, horses and some three-person towns. We had to cross a single-lane bridge along the way. There was a lot of driving. I’m tired now, though I had plenty of good conversation with my dad.

Below... cousin, cousin and mother of the bride, cousin, brother, sister, sister, cousin, and me! I have two more cousins, but they couldn’t be there.

#My dogs shrieked with joy and jumped on me when I got home. #I'm going to watch TV and snuggle with Aussies #I am a proponent of weddings where I can wear jeans or shorts and have to wear sunscreen on my bald head #Of course I had a hat but I took it off for the *I do* part out of respect

[bookqueenrules]

Gotta Love Norman!

If you haven't had a chance to check out Lipps' Podcast with Norman, it's worth a listen.

The part I found most interesting starts at 20 minutes left. Norman talks about how fans who are obsessive and who do nothing but "bitch" are the reason he is off Twitter. He describes how the writers on TWD started to cave to them for a time. He calls it "drinking the Kool-Aid". It's quite obvious as an Executive Producer he is not going to cave to the "those fans". He also mentions an actress fans wanted him to date, but he comments, "She didn't want to date ME."( I am assuming that was EK) He also mentions how he envisioned the spin-off series to be Daryl going from place to place changing the people he meets and being changed by them. He also mentioned the same shows Greg Nicotera did as a reference. Kung Fu is one of them.

Once again he references the first couple of season of Walking Dead feeling like family. Almost always in interviews Noman says this and often mentions Scott Wilson in particular who played Herschel. He said in another interview, I think one with the actor who played Shane, that Scott was a father figure for him, and "we" went to see him before he died. The reason he was not at Scott's funeral is that it was the same day Nova was born. We also know how close Emily was to him. This always makes me think that Bethyl will always be Norman's first choice for a "happy ending" for Daryl.

Normally, I don't put much stock in what an actor wants or how he feels about a storyline, but now that Norman is an EP and obviously has a lot of say on the final product, I think it is interesting where his head is on the spin-off, and the TWDU mythology as a whole.

#team delusional #beth is coming #twd daryl and beth #twd daryl #team defiance #bethyl #Spotify

[neilsanders]

i've been waiting forever for you to open your asks because i love your animations so much, they're so fun.

i've been doubting that i might ever make a livable career out of my art; but then i saw that you did some vault guy animations for fallout and i realized that there's a niche out there for everybody, including me! so, thank you.

I had a little rummage around on your bloggo but can’t see any pictures you cheeky fellow! I love to draw lots of dumb stuff, I think the key for me is to be working outwardly, as in making work with other people in mind, but without compromising too much on your personal taste. It’s the old thing of making what you want to see, but hoping that there’s enough people out there to warrant it as a commercial venture. Blah blah blah, I just draw lots and lots then sift through them to find things that work for me in the moment, then try and flesh those out a bit. That said it’s easy to have integrity when you’re not relying on it as your main income source. I’m an art teacher four days a week, so making art is the fun in my day rather than a stressful challenge of tight deadlines and huge expectations.

Working with Ivan Dixon and Greg Sharp at Rubberhouse was a dream come true, they had loads of great creative projects where we got to animate in authentic styles from the thirties, forties and fifties! I didn’t know what Fallout was when they put me on the gig, hadn’t played many games since the PS2 generation. The studio has disbanded now with Greg running Truba Animation and Ivan being a co-director at Studio Showoff, but they’re each still running amazing 2D productions.

As far as finding your style and audience goes I owe a lot of it to contributing to and running @loopdeloop-blog , it’s a monthly animation challenge where we would all make something dumb around a theme and then get together and have a public screening. It’s a very surreal feeling to be at a screening with everyone watching something you made and taking in their reaction. We’re just getting it back up off the ground after things got all screwed up with covid, you should check it out! It’s a great way to get animators out of their caves to socialise each and I’ve made so many lasting friendships because of it.

Here’s a loop think I spent almost all of my free time on one month back in 2012 for a LoopdeLoop screening, no idea what the theme was… but I guarantee I wouldn’t have worked so hard on a personal project without wanting to impress everyone at the screening as a goal.

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The next day, the moon rose and the dark night sky shined. Luna Girl did not have anything much to do so she decided to just chill. She laid on her bed, scrolling through her phone, looking at Greg's Instagram Profile. Suddenly, her phone began to emit a loud, irritating shrill. She groaned. It was her ringtone, and she regretted putting such an annoying ringtone. Luna Girl looked at the caller ID. Romeo? Again? No one ever called her. What was so important that he had to call her? She attended the call, and was alarmed to hear Romeo's agitated voice.

"Luna Girl! Night Ninja's in trouble. He texted me. There's something going on at Mystery Mountain. It's the PJ Pains again." Romeo seemed to be in a hurry, and his voice was shaky. Seemed like he was running and talking at the same time. Luna's brows furrowed, and she told him that she will be coming. She hopped onto her Luna Board and exited out of her house using the big window in her room. Luna Girl zoomed past several trees. On the way, she saw Romeo running in the same direction.

"Romeo? Why are you running? Where's your Lab? And where's Robot?" Luna Girl questioned. Romeo never ran around like this. Either he would drive his Lab or he would have Robot carry him around.

"Robot's gone and I can't take my Lab. It's charging." Romeo replied, huffing and puffing.

Luna Girl shot him a confused look.

"Wanna catch a ride?" She asked.

"Uh, no thanks, I am not riding that thing with you."

"Like I'd ever want you to. I meant−" Luna Girl held up her Luna Magnet. Immediately, a pink ray engulfed Romeo and he was lifted up into the air. "−this" Luna Girl finished. She was using her Magnet to help Romeo move faster. The two of them reached an alley. The duo stopped in front of a wall.

Suddenly, there was a yellow glow in the middle of the wall and the wall split open. Out emerged Night Ninja.

"Finally! Faster, the Splatcano won't be waiting. You've gotta help me! My Ninjalinos are in danger." Night Ninja said anxiously.

"What's going on?" Luna Girl questioned.

Night Ninja ran up the stone stairs with great agility and Luna Girl was once again carrying Romeo using her Luna Magnet.

"What do you mean the PJ Masks triggered the Splatcano?" Luna Girl asked, brows furrowed in concern.

Romeo looked equally anxious. This was not good. Something was definitely wrong with the PJ Masks.

"I was training in one of the caves below the Splatcano when the PJ Pests came here. Then they started to fight us. We weren't even doing anything bad. An Yu came along and did something to the Splatcano. It started to gurgle and rumble. It's going to erupt now, and my Ninjalinos are trapped in the cave. The PJ Masks used my own Sticky Splat against me!" Night Ninja ranted.

"Are they still there, or have they left?" Romeo questioned. He still could not understand why they wanted to do such things to the villains.

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