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sticksbatnix · 4 months

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I know its super late, but on your Batman Beyond thoughts, I always wonder where all these powerful and weird looking misfit teenagers become Jokerz?

Or like does Bonk have parents, if so did they care about his death?

You make a very good point here, anon.

The show, as great as it is, fails to elaborate much on The Jokerz's past as a whole. Sure, there are tidbits here and there but more should have been added to properly explain how and why they joined The Jokerz in the first place.

Sure, make the point they were dumb teens who didn't know better, but there's more than that, there always is.

So let's explain it further by the five W’s.

Who, What, Where, When, and Why.

Who?

Who are the characters presented to us?

Ghoul, DeeDee, Chucko, Wolf, and Bonk.

And whoever other teenager dressing up is similar to either The Joker or Harley Quinn herself.

What?

What is happening to these characters and the people around them?

Simple, a group of misfit teenagers go out of their way to cause chaos and mischief wherever they go. Of course, lacking general empathy, causing property damage, and directly or indirectly murdering people whether they were innocent or not. And to be stopped by either law enforcement or by The Batman.

Where?

Gotham City, more specifically Neo-Gotham City.

The various old and decrepit buildings of what Gotham City was like before were long forgotten. Likely, used for the citizens of Gotham who couldn't afford the luxurious apartments and homes near and within Neo-Gotham.

When?

The future.

A time beyond Batman’s prime in time for a new Batman to take place. Just in time to handle the new and chaotic criminals that run or fly freely across the city. New technology, new law enforcement, new drugs, and new opportunities to cause havoc upon the citizens of the futuristic city.

Why?

Many reasons, few predictable, others reasonable, and the rest unexplainable.

Throughout the show, it's shown that various teenagers who go into a life of crime have rough backgrounds. Abusive or neglectful parents, low income, bullying, or even the corruption of authorities.

Bonk’s death, while brief, shows the cruel reality that many of these young criminal teenagers would face. Yes, they may be having fun, but over time they’ll be able to face life-threatening situations that may end their life. It could be painful, it could be painless, or it could have long-lasting effects if they survived. In Bonk’s case, he made the fatal mistake of going up against The Joker, paying dearly for it, and dying with a permanent smile on his face.

His body might as well be disposed of near or in a trashcan. I doubt DeeDee would go the extra mile to deliver his body to his parents, but if they did I can't imagine the horror his parents would have finding his corpse laid out on their front porch. Now, whether or not they cared for Bonk is unknown, but judging his brutish personality I could only speculate he cared for himself and likely hated being seen as lesser than everyone else. Especially his parents.

The other Jokerz can be speculated as well.

Ghoul came from a rich family, likely running off to live a life without rules and regulations. I've written a few scenarios about this on this blog about this. His family likely disowned him because of his involvement with The Jokerz as I never see them visit him when he's captured.

DeeDee are related to Harley Quinn, now whether they know about that is up in the air. But it's obvious they were inspired despite how much their ‘Nana Harley’ despised them for it. They seem to enjoy the limelight of joining forces to cause havoc and chaos all at once despite everyone telling them not to.

Chucko is a bully who loves inflicting misery on others. Likely joined The Jokerz to bully others without consequences and cause mass amounts of destruction. Whether or not he came from a bad family, it's clear that Chucko enjoys bullying others he sees as lesser than him.

Wolf was human before being spliced with hyena DNA and became the rabid creature we all know. It's possible that he felt a clear connection with animals, specifically dogs, rather than with his own family. Maybe he felt like being a dog/hyena made him feel more complete rather than living his life out like a human.

And we already talked about Bonk.

God knows about the other Jokerz members.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen in the next ten years for these characters and where they’ll be then.

Would they be dead? Would they get proper help and move on? Would they still be in jail? Would they change their whole gimmick and become like the villains from the past?

This reminds me, I found an artist on Devianart who specifically drew The Jokerz gang if they took part in the inspirations of past villains. Ghoul as Scarecrow, Wolf as Killer Croc, and Bonk as Bane. It's very creative and I feel like it should get more attention for how creative they all were.

Nonetheless, The Jokerz gang should be talked more about not only for their missed potential but for their capability to do so much more.

#I didn't mean for this to be a rant but I had to okay #they all hold a very special place in my heart and I can’t forget them for the life of me #and it's a damn shame they aren't used more enough #not sure if the comics talk more about them there are so many of them I can hardly keep up #batman #batman beyond #batman beyond jokerz #the jokerz #batman beyond chucko #batman beyond bonk #batman beyond deedee #batman beyond wolf #batman beyond ghoul #stewart carter winthrop iii

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innytoes · 6 months

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15. Panicking and blurting out something stupid to the haunted house scarer. - SO many lols possible with this.

Listen, Julie knew she wasn't the coolest person with the most witty quips. She'd never been able to come up with something cutting to say to Carrie when she was being mean, and Flynn was the only one who consistently laughed at her jokes.

She just hadn't thought it would be an issue in the Haunted House Flynn had dragged her too.

On the upside, the totally mortified embarrassment had carried her through the last two rooms, not even jumping at the animatronic skeleton or the werewolf who jumped out to snarl at them.

"I can't believe I just did that," she groaned into her hands, sitting on a bench outside the haunted house while Flynn pet her back.

"I mean, you did make him break character and laugh," Flynn soothed. "Most people would see that as an accomplishment."

"The crazy dentist with the giant blood-stained drill asked me to take a seat and I told him I forgot to brush before I came!" Julie wailed. "And then I showed him my purple tongue from the slushie we'd gotten!"

"And that was funny!" Flynn reassured her.

"I basically said my mouth is gross!" Julie whined. "And he was really cute!"

"You think I'm cute?" a voice said behind them. A much less fake-gravelly voice, but still a very distinctive one.

Julie froze, before slowly looking over her shoulder. Honestly, this was scarier than anything they came across in the haunted house. Behind her, the cute evil dentist stood, though out of his blood-stained scrubs and in an orange beanie and cut-off t-shirt. He had really nice arms.

"Aaaahm!" she squeaked.

"You know, the purple slushies are my favourite too," he said. "Want to maybe get another one?"

"YES SHE DOES," Flynn said, before Julie could answer, all but dragging her upright. "And also I just got a text I'm needed elsewhere so um, bye!"

Before she could protest, Flynn had vanished in the crowd, and she was standing there with a cute boy. Awkwardly. In silence. Because she was super uncool and never knew what to say.

Luckily, Evil Dentist knew just what to say. "I'm Luke. So um, you like music?"

#julie and the phantoms #DEEDEE I WROTE JUKE FOR YOU I HOPE YOU'RE PROUD #juliexluke #fanfic #flynn is the best wingwoman #she totally spies on them from a distance for a while just in case #the thing is Luke is just as big as a dork who doesn't know what to say #except talk about music #which never works until it does... on Julie #I wrote a thing

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crosse-is-at-bb · 3 months

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IT'S YA BOY

uhhhh hi. im chris but i go by crosse. chris is only for if you're mad at me lol. christopher if you hate me ig.

my dad said maintaining a social media acct like this would be good for like practice without anybody important really seeing this so i can't fuck up my reputation so. here we are lol. also my sister might show up here sometimes idk. i will be typing in pink.

uhhhh as for like. me. im crosse, you alr know that. i use he/him. born and raised in castelia.

GO METS!!!!!!!!!!

i go to blueberry academy, its my last year of high school, probably going there for uni too. i like dragon types too. goom :) pokemon battling is fun thats why i go to the pokemon battling school who woulda thought. i also think that uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yall should stop being weird about kids with trauma on here. i have pokemon

Nori \ Dragalge \ F

Argent \ Archaludon \ M

Turbo \ Dragapult \ F

Rockit \ Hydrapple \ M

Hookfang \ Roaring Moon \ M

Deedee \ Hydreigon \ F

i also have a beautiful daughter with my two friends also trouble trio 4 life

//OOC BELOW, PLEASE READ IT BEFORE INTERACTING!

OOC Section

I like and follow from @aspens-lab!

Crosse is 18 years old and mod is a minor. Behave accordingly.

While Crosse is a newer OC, he did originate in a discord RP, and has some relationships and lore from there. This includes a Drayton without a Rotumblr blog. Just something to be kept in mind.

I've got a canon I'm working with, so I may ignore an ask or an interaction if it goes against it strongly.

High stakes won't be a huuuuuge thing on here, I don't see Crosse explicitly talking about his past, or more specifically The Malaria Horrors, but he may refer to them. Things that are explicitly high stakes will be tagged accordingly.

Tags

I can't guarantee that I'll be perfect with these, but I will be trying to tag things according to the below key.

#crosse reblogs ⇌ in-character reblogs

#crosse talks ⇌ in-character posts

#crosse replies ⇌ asks responded to in-character

#ft. malaria ⇌ malaria talking on this blog

#the malaria archives ⇌ malaria specific high stakes Posts about specific Pokemon will be tagged as "#[pokemon name] posting". For example, if Crosse makes a post specifically about his Roaring Moon, Hookfang, it will be tagged "#hookfang posting".

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokeblr #crosse reblogs #crosse talks #crosse replies #ft. malaria #the malaria archives #nori posting #argent posting #turbo posting #rockit posting #hookfang posting #deedee posting #goopy posting

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elizabethvaughns · 2 years

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alright, everyone, best men in front, then bridesmaids and groomsmen and bridesmen and groomsmaids and...whatever the hell else is going on here.

[ID: Six gifs from the song "This Day" from the musical If/Then. All of them feature the characters Kate (portrayed by LaChanze), Anne (portrayed by Deedee Magno Hall), David (portrayed by Jason Tam), and Lucas (portrayed by Anthony Rapp). All the gifs are captioned, with each character having a different colour—Anne's captions are in white, Kate's are in pink, David's are in yellow, and Lucas's are in orange. Gif 1: Kate and Anne enter the stage hand in hand, followed by Lucas and David who are also walking in hand in hand. Kate and Anne let go of each other's hands to greet the other two. Anne exclaims, "There they are!" followed by Kate's remark, "The beautiful couple". Gif 2: Anne turns to David, then Lucas, saying, "Well done, David. Well done, Lucas". Gif 3: David says, "Thank you". Gif 4: Anne hugs Lucas while Kate hugs David as Kate comments, "You were great!". Gif 5: Both pairs break off their hugs. Kate points to Lucas, then points to the entirety of his outfit (a gray suit), saying, "Although, you should've been in a dress". Gif 6: Lucas argues, "I wasn't the maid of honor. I was the other best man" while Kate stands with a hand on her hip and a leg jutting out to the side. Then, Kate and Lucas hug and a photographer moves from behind the group to the foreground. /end ID]

#if/then #gif/then #brotp: one of those people who talks to strangers #anne(if/then)#kate(if/then)#david(if/then)#lucas gray #deedee magno hall #lachanze #jason tam #anthony rapp #if then #ifthen #musical theatre #broadway musicals

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sweaty-confetti · 6 months

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anyone else can’t stop thinking about Deedee Mega Doodoo

#emo moss talks #deedee megadoodoo …..

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curseofbreadbear · 1 year

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UNPROMPTED || ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

anonymous asked: How would Balloon Boy react, if he met JJ, Deedee and the Glamrock animatronics?

JJ & DeeDee are his sibbings! He's only canonically "interacted" with both of them in F.NAF World or U.CN but shh, let me have this. He respects DeeDee's hustle in U.CN especially -- sending enemies after Purple Flurp just to fuck with him?? Now, THAT'S evil. He wants to live up to that level of mischief one day.

Real talk, if anybody ever writes DeeDee, he WILL sing the "uh oh! how unfortunate!" song with her.

JJ has been with him since F.NAF 2! She never did anything in-game aside from hide under the desk and stare at Jeremy, but even that was unnerving in its own way (I can attest, as somebody who got that easter egg when the game first came out!). JJ and BB have similar, relatively harmless ways of fucking with people, which is probably why they get along so well behind the scenes.

As for the Gl.amrocks, BB is iffy about them- he never really got along with the toy animatronics (unless they were broken, in the case of Mangle), mostly because he'd prefer to mess with anybody who's "bigger." As such, even when Toy F.reddy or Glam F.reddy try to be the loving and supportive dads they are towards him, BB returns their affection by blowing rasperries at them and pulling pranks on them. He has stolen a F.azerblaster and shot Glam F.red numerous times, yes. Foxy is the only cool dad for him, and he's not even in this location!

#🎬 || ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵘᶰʷᵒᵘᶰᵈᵎ (answered.) || 🎬#🎬 || ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ⁻ᵇᵉˡᶤᵉᵛᵉ˒ ᶤᶰˢᶤᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈˑ (headcanons.) || 🎬#🎈 || ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶤ'ᵈ ᵍᶤᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵇᵒʸᵎ (balloon boy.) || 🎈#{ TYSM ANON i love talking abt my boy <3 }#{ also he cares and supports jj & deedee very much. theyre all weird lil triplets and i live for them }

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furiousfates · 2 years

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Me on call: I love him but he’s a little dumbass.

#am I talking about Cloud or am I talking about Ren #you can decide =)#🐝 DeeDee ╰ OOC ╯

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atinylittlepain · 8 months

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Glory Days

no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader

Hungry Hearts masterlist

warnings | 18+ a little smut, the angst starts to angst again

wordcount | 6.4K

a/n | howdy, folks. the time has come, the angst is upon us, but only a pinch of it in this chapter. that being said, the next few chapters are going to be a little shorter, a little more crisp in that way. as always, i'd love to hear what you think, thank you for reading this one.

gif by @perotovar

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Growing up, she always liked going over to the Miller’s house. Always somebody coming and going, always warm, welcoming, always open arms and plates of that ritz cracker brittle Deedee always seemed to be making. The last time, she was maybe ten, and she can’t remember if there was any real reason for her visit. She thinks it was in the summertime, dropping her bike in the grass of their front lawn and ringing the doorbell to see if Joel wanted to play. But it’s a faint memory, and she’s a bit distracted right now, driving to the Miller’s house in the passenger seat of Joel’s truck, worrying at his hand that she’s stolen into her lap.

He has a good relationship with his parents. She knows that. She’s seen that. So it’s not that she’s nervous to have dinner with them, the only people that know what she and Joel have been getting up to this summer, because that’s how close he is with them. It’s guilt, a small prickle of it, because what they don’t know is that she has asked him to leave, and that they have been planning for it these entire last two weeks.

She brought up that concern with him a few days ago, asking him if he wasn’t worried about leaving his family. Joel had responded with all the nonchalance of someone who has never had to give much thought to his relationship with his family. Something about leaving a note for them, and calling them once they got up north, no big deal. Right, sure. But she knows that if she questions it anymore, if she keeps trying to find all the frayed edges of this plan they have tried to stitch together, that small scared flicker in her chest will build and burst into something bigger, something like backing out. And she’s not about to do that.

There will be no note for her family, no call home either, and it will be a long time before she even thinks about stepping foot in the south again. And while all of that feels easy for her, a relief, perfect and clean and clear, she thinks that it’s a much bigger ask of Joel, even as he seems hell bent on convincing her that it’s not. Though having dinner with the whole Miller clan seems a bit counter-intuitive to her in proving that point.

“Hey, Cherry! Blink twice if he’s holding you against your will!”

“Tommy, shut the fuck up!”

“Joey Miller, I better not have heard what I think I just heard!”

“No, ma, sorry, ma.” Still her Joey, she can’t help the laugh that slips out as she follows Joel inside, a quick blur of kisses on the cheek and Tommy slapping her on the back and Hank and Deedee both welcoming her, shepherding her with smiles and small talk to the dinner table, Joel sitting down beside her. She prickles at first when he slides his arm around the back of her chair, hand coming to rest idly over her shoulder, but then she remembers that his family already knows about them, no need to keep it a secret. At least not that part.

“So Joey said you’re studying English, but that’s about all I got out of him so I want to hear all about it, honey.” She has always liked Deedee. Always with care to spare, she remembers one time, maybe eight years old, sitting on the step to the Miller’s front porch in tears from a bee sting, and Deedee sitting alongside her, holding her arm so gentle and quick pinch, honey to get the stinger out before pressing a bandaid and a kiss over the wound.

“Oh, I don’t know if there’s much to tell. But I’m really enjoying it, yeah.”

“Well that’s what matters, kid, I’m sure you’re making your parents real proud up in Chicago.” She nods along to Hank’s words, though a sick swirl rises up in her gut, making it hard to swallow the bite of pork chop she just took.

“So, Cher, how did Joel finally get you to agree to go out with him? He tell you he has cancer or something?” That earns Tommy a swift kick to the shin from Joel, sending the whole table rocking, though Deedee is quick to quiet her boys with a very grave you two better not start at the table.

“Nice, Tom, very funny. I take it the freshly graduated lifestyle is suiting you well?” Tommy grins at her, nodding enthusiastically as Deedee rolls her eyes. According to Will, he had pulled quite the stunt at high school graduation, collecting his diploma and promptly tearing open his gown to reveal that he was only in a pair of briefs with the American flag emblazoned on them before darting off the stage like a bat out of hell.

“It sure is, got my whole life ahead of me and all that.” Joel lets out a poorly contained snort into his water glass, Tommy’s eyes immediately settling into a glare on him.

“Something funny, brother?”

“Nope, not a thing, Captain America.” He can barely get the words out before dissolving into laughter, Deedee scolding him with a pointed Joey, drop it, as Tommy pushes back from the table with a huff.

“At least I’m thinking about my future. That’s more than you can say, Mad Max.”

“That is enough.” Deedee always gets the final word, both Joel and Tommy hanging their heads and muttering out a respective sorry, Ma.

The rest of dinner is polite enough, though Joel seems to be sulking quietly beside her for most of it, Tommy too. The last light of the day is just starting to slip away into something hazy and purple when they step out onto the porch, more kisses on cheeks and tupperware getting shoved into Joel’s hands with an exasperated you’re skin and bones these days, Joey, from Deedee and honestly, she feels like her head is spinning by the time they get in his truck to go back to his apartment. That guilt has gotten bigger. All that ease and warmth even amidst the brothers’ squabbling, and she’s asking him to leave it.

“I am thinking about the future.” His voice startles her out of the slow spiral in her mind, glancing over, his eyes staying on the road, face awash in dipping and bending shadows.

“What?”

“What Tommy said– that’s not true, Cher. I am thinking about the future.” His knuckles are tensing and releasing over and over again over the wheel, and she’s already reaching out to take one of his hands in hers, smoothing out his palm against hers.

“I know you are, Joel.”

“I may not have a degree or-or some kind of well to-do job–”

“You know that doesn’t matter to me.”

“I know, Cherry, I know it doesn’t. But I’m telling you that I am thinking about the future. And while I don’t know much, what I do know is that it’s you and me.” It’s so earnest that it sends a hot prickle up her throat and behind her eyes. She draws his hand up to her lips, pressing a kiss into each knuckle, Joel glancing sideways at her, a smile finally crooking the side of his mouth.

“I know, baby. You and me.”

…

“Oh my land, it’s not every day we get a celebrity around here!”

“Ma, don’t.”

“Hush, Joey. Oh, honey, it is so, so good to see you.”

“Hi, Mrs. Miller, thank you so much for inviting us today. It’s really great to see you too.”

Joel has already decided that this was a bad idea, watching his mother pull Cherry into a crushing hug before she introduces her to Ellie, who is then also pulled into a crushing hug, her eyes going wide over Deedee’s shoulder as she gives her a big squeeze. No, definitely not a good idea to invite them to the Miller’s annual cookout, the whole brood of friends and family coming forward to fawn over Cherry and her kid as she shoots him a few errant and nervous glances in the fray.

It had seemed like a good idea, really. Like a trying to make things more serious idea. Because things have been anything but. Truthfully, he’s been feeling like a teenager all over again with the way they’ve been sneaking around. And it’s safe to say that her new porch is taking longer to construct than he originally thought, because, well, he’s been getting a little distracted.

There was the time they went to go look at materials for the porch at Home Depot. They didn’t even get in the store, Cherry ducking her head down into his lap while Joel held onto the ceiling handle in his truck for dear life.

Then there was the time Ellie was at practice and he was supposed to be building the frame of the porch. Cherry came out offering to share her lunch with him. He helped her disinfect the kitchen counters after they were finished, his jeans still unzipped and her shirt hanging from the neck of the sink.

And there have been plenty of times that he’s knocked on her office door around midday, and she has simply yanked him in by the sweaty collar of his t-shirt, both of them laying down on the floor right in front of her desk and frittering away a few hours with each other.

And it’s been dizzyingly unreal, to get so much of her, but still not all of her. Still not all of her, because they still haven’t talked, the serious, needs to happen kind of talk, Cherry always flitting away before he can work the words out of his mouth. So he decided that inviting her to the cookout would be a step forward, maybe a chance to talk, or if nothing else, a chance to spend sane time together without immediately going for each other’s clothes.

But now, sitting down at one of the picnic benches crammed with Millers at the park for lunch, with Sarah on one side of him, and Cherry on the other, and Ellie shooting him daggers from across the table while Tommy looks at him like he’s up to no good, Joel has concluded that this was actually one of his worst ideas, maybe ever.

“So you and my dad grew up together?” Sarah asks it, leaning across Joel to direct it to Cherry, who smiles and nods.

“Mmhmm, we were neighbors up through high school.”

“Aw, you’re selling us short, Cherry. I thought we were a little more than neighbors.” Tommy has a huge grin on his face as he says it, while Joel considers all the different ways he could smack that look clean off his face.

“Yeah, yeah, Tom, I suppose we were friends for some of it.”

“Why do you call my mom Cherry?” Joel can’t help but snort at the dejected way Ellie asks it, already gearing up the story in his mind.

“Your mom never tell you that story?”

“Joel, don’t.”

“Oh, c’mon, Cher. It’s a good story.” For once, it’s not Ellie who’s glaring at him, but Cherry, Tommy snickering from across the table.

“Yeah, mom, c’mon, I wanna hear it.” Cherry purses her lips for a moment, finally throwing her hands up as if to say fine, have at it. Joel feels a grin spreading across his face as he starts telling it to Ellie.

“You ever had a cherry coke, kid?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, back in the day, they didn’t sell cherry coke as its own thing. But our parents would make it by putting maraschino cherries, you know, the bright red kinds soaked in syrup?”

“Yeah, like on top of a sundae.”

“Exactly, so our parents would put those in the bottom of a bottle of coke and mash ‘em up a little bit and you’d get cherry coke.”

“Joel, she didn’t need to know that.”

“It’s a part of the story, Cher, let me finish.” She just scoffs, looking at Tommy who shakes his head at her.

“So anyways, when the summer came around, there wasn’t anything better than a cherry coke in the afternoon. Me, your mom, and Tommy there would sit out on the porch in the afternoon, probably rotting our last baby teeth out of our heads with it.”

“Okay?” Ellie says it long and drawn out like, yeah, get to the point, thanks.

“Well, one day, we were, what, Cher? Maybe nine?”

“Uh-huh, that sounds right.”

“So we’re sitting out there and well, I guess I said something really funny to make your mom laugh so hard that she snorted cherry coke out of her nose.”

“Don’t act like you don’t remember what you said.” He can barely hold back his grin looking at Cherry’s completely exasperated face.

“I don’t know, Cher, it must have slipped my memory. Do you remember it?”

“Oh yeah, I remember it.”

“Wait, what did he say, mom?” Ellie, who now seems riveted by this whole saga, looks at her mom with wide eyes, like this is the most dire information she needs to know. Sarah seems equally invested, leaning over Joel to look at Cherry.

“Alright, I’m gonna say to you what he said to me, okay?” Ellie nods, just a bit unbridled in her enthusiasm.

“Did you know that diarrhea is hereditary?” Ellie’s brow furrows, though she stays silent, waiting for the punchline.

“It runs in your jeans.” Ellie stutters for a beat, and then she starts to laugh, looking between Joel and her mom. Sarah meanwhile lets out something between a groan and a snort, clapping her hand over her face with all the exasperation that Cherry seems to have too.

Maybe not such a bad idea after all.

…

“Read it to me.”

“Seriously? You want me to?”

“Yeah, Cher, I’ve been wanting to hear something of yours all summer.”

“You’re probably gonna think it’s stupid.”

“I’ll hold my judgments until the end.”

“Oh, great.”

“Kidding, but I do want you to read it to me.”

She does, trying to tamp down the heat rising in her cheeks as she reads what she’s been working on to him. And she only feels a little ridiculous doing it, with the way she’s sitting with her back against his chest and his chin hooked over her shoulder so he can follow the words on the page of her notebook. Hot all over, even with the box fan blowing and the sheets kicked off the mattress and in nothing but one of his t-shirts and her panties. And that heat only gets worse when she finishes the story, not daring to look over her shoulder to catch his expression as she wordlessly closes her notebook in her lap.

“Wow.”

“Wow?”

“That was really good, Cher.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Cherry, goddamnit, just take the compliment.”

“You really thought it was good?” She clamors around so that her knees are framing his hips and her hands are resting along his bare shoulders, squinting for any trace of untruth, of sugar coating, though she doesn’t think she finds any in his expression.

“Yes, I did. Better than the shit they made us read in school by a mile.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I’m serious, I’d buy that story.”

“It’s too short to be bought, but that’s what I wanna do, you know? Write something– something a lot longer that could be bought.”

“I know, Cher. And you will.”

“How can you just say that?”

“Because I know it.”

“But how?”

“I just do.”

“You’re–”

“If you say that I’m just saying that I’m going to lose my goddamn mind, Cher.” She purses her lips at his exclamation, Joel quick to surge forward and smack a kiss to her mouth, his hands kneading up and down her thighs.

“Thank you for listening.”

“Of course, Cher. I always wanna hear what you’re working on.” That gets him another kiss, one that Joel chases after, palm rucking up her shirt on its path up her spine to hold the nape of her neck, still and steady as he opens up her mouth with his tongue. She sighs into it, her hips already starting to shift and drag against his, laughing a little when he groans at the close press.

“Did you just say all that so I would fuck you?” She punctuates her words with a kiss just below his jaw, nosing down the line of his neck, feeling the thrum of his laugh as she does.

“No, but I’m not gonna complain if you do that either.” His hands slip under the fabric of her panties to grip at her ass, encouraging her a little closer, a little harder into the throb of his cock in his boxers.

No rush, no urgency, no real end goal in the way they curl around each other, a lazy allowance of hands and mouths. Push and pull and quiet huffs of frustration in getting his boxers shrugged down his hips just enough. And she doesn’t even try to shimmy out of her panties, just bunches the fabric to the side so she can sink down around him with a sigh that warbles into a moan.

She stays still, her forehead pressed to his, the little puffs of his exhales fanning over her mouth. A kiss to the curve of his upper lip, just beneath his nose, one between his brows, smiling when she feels the scrunch smooth beneath her mouth.

It’s all small movements, her hips twitching in his grasp, the muscles in his thighs jumping against the curve of her ass with each small jolt. More comfort than their usual crashing, mouths open and slanted against each other, a pleasure that is slow and unencumbered with any real concern for time.

Eventually, when the night gets a little darker, a little deeper, they both become greedy with it, a little more desperate, a little more interested in an ending. She unravels with his mouth pressed to her sternum, a small prayer stamped into her skin.

“It’s you and me, Cher.”

…

“Outfield, back it up for this one!” He can’t help himself, Cherry shooting him an annoyed look from where she’s squaring up at their makeshift home plate, what was the lid of a pizza box about an hour ago. The rest of the bases have been fashioned out of tupperware lids and even someone’s old sweatshirt, spread out in the tall grass of the park, everyone gathered and split into teams while the older folks watch from the picnic tables.

He was only a little surprised when she happily volunteered to play in the thrown together game of baseball his family seems to get into every year, pulling out old mitts and bats from car trunks and riling each other up for a match, cousins, aunts, uncles, and now the young ones who aren’t so young any more as well. She’s never been one to back down from a little competition, and neither has he.

The classic lineup, with a few additions to the crew. Tommy on first, a cousin on second, him on short stop, an aunt on third, and, most surprisingly, Ellie pitching.

“Don’t go easy on your mom now, kid.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, old man.”

“Hey.” Cherry calls out to the both of them, her hand on her hip and her bat dug into the grass. Ellie just shrugs at her mom before turning and shooting Joel another grin. He’s liking this kid more and more as the day goes on.

One strike and a ball before Cherry hits a respectable arc right over second, landing herself on first before the ball can get thrown in to Tommy. And Sarah up to bat next.

“C’mon, Sarah, send me home, babe!” Oh, so when he cheers her on he gets death glares and grumbles, but when Cherry does it, Sarah practically preens under the praise, her shoulders rolling back as she settles into stance at home plate. Right, okay.

It catches him off guard when Sarah cracks it on the first pitch, sending the ball flying into the outfield, though it’s quick to get fielded and lobbed to him, just as Cherry is stepping off second to make a break for third. He’s going to enjoy this.

“Where you going, Cherry baby?” She grins, already shuffling back toward second, though Joel is quick to lob the ball to his cousin covering the base, stopping her dead in her tracks, a quick skitter and jumped jog. Back and forth a few times, both Joel and his cousin laughing as Cherry keeps changing tracks between each throw until finally, Joel has the ball and Cherry is panting, glaring at him in the no man’s land between second and third, crouched down a little in a stance that looks like she could bolt at any second.

“You’re in quite the pickle, Cher. Watcha gonna do now?” It startles him, he certainly hadn’t been expecting her to start running straight toward him, but just as she gets within tagging distance, she darts so hard to the side that it kicks up grass, Joel spinning on his heel so he can take off after her before she gets to third.

“No, no, no!” She shrieks it as he’s already hooking his arm around her waist, tugging her back and into his chest with enough force that they both end up tripping and stumbling into the grass, a tangle of limbs as Joel taps the baseball to the middle of her forehead with a satisfied huff.

“Better luck next time, Cherry baby.” Cherry scoffs, shoving him back down into the grass by pressing her palms into his chest, leverage for her to stand up and brush the grass off the front of her shorts. Though she still holds her hand out to him to help him up, pursing her lips to hold back a smile as he grins at her. The strap of her tank top has fallen down the slope of her shoulder, and he doesn’t think twice about hooking his finger in it to tug it back into place, smoothing his palm along her shoulder and down her arm with a hum.

“Whatever that just was, I’m pretty sure it was a foul.” The sound of Sarah’s voice shakes them both out of each other’s hold, turning to find the whole field watching their little display.

“The only fouls in baseball are the ones that get hit behind the baseline, Sarah. Besides, I don’t think your dad and Cherry are playing any more.” Tommy seems quite pleased with his statement, both hands on his hips and a wink dropped rather cartoonishly in Cherry’s direction. She looks like she’s about to fire some quip back his way, but before she can, Cherry’s phone starts ringing in her back pocket, her face falling as she pulls it out to see who it is.

“Oh shi– shoot, y’all keep playing, I’m sorry, I’ve gotta take this.” Tommy lets out a despondent oh c’mon, Cher, but she’s already got her phone to her ear and her thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of her nose as she stalks off toward the parking lot. Joel swipes the back of his hand under his nose before tossing the ball back to Ellie, just a bit sheepish under her pointed gaze, though everyone else is quick to get the game back up and going.

They finish one more inning, everyone getting worn out by the incessant sun and the drone of cicadas, huffing back to the picnic tables for drinks and shade. Phonecall finished, Cherry seems to be holding her own, talking to Deedee. And while Joel would like nothing more than to not have to join in, his mother is already ushering him over with an insistent Joey, come listen to this.

“I was just telling her how I have every single one of her books on the shelf in the den, and that whenever we have guests over I always tell them that I knew her when.” Cherry laughs and smiles, though Joel is pretty sure he can detect a thin scream right behind her eyes, never one for compliments that way.

“Aw, well, that’s really kind, Mrs. Miller. It makes me very happy to hear that you’ve read and enjoyed all of them. Apparently, that’s more than your son here can say.” It’s said in jest, but Joel can already feel a cold prickle settling along his scalp as his mother shoots him a quizzical look.

“Joey, that’s not–”

“Ma, I think Tommy just stuck his hand in that icebox cake you made.” That sets Deedee straight on the warpath, mercifully away from them and toward a confused looking Tommy who’s already bracing for whatever throttling he has somehow just incurred. Cherry just laughs, shaking her head before settling her focus back on Joel.

“So you still don’t play fair, huh, Miller?”

“All’s fair in– well, however that saying goes.”

“Looks like our kids are getting along though. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.” Joel follows Cherry’s gaze over to the picnic table where Sarah and Ellie are sitting, casting sporadic glances at them before promptly laughing in a way that sounds just a bit too sinister for his taste.

“Probably a bad thing.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Would y’all wanna come over for dinner? Leftovers probably, judging by how much potato salad ma made. But– I don’t know, get out the sun and all– could be nice?” He feels like an idiot asking it. Another idea that sounded good in his head and came out jumbled and a bit shy. And Cherry’s already starting to shake her head.

“Oh, I mean, I don’t wanna intrude or–”

“Not intruding, Cher, really. It’s just me and Sarah, and I reckon Tommy’ll butt in for a little while. Give our girls a little more time to plot our demise, if nothing else.” She seems to be considering it, her eyes settled on Ellie and Sarah as she sways a little side to side, her hip cocked out and her bottom lip worrying between her teeth.

“Alright.”

“Yeah?” She lets out a long sigh, a smile starting to spread.

“Anything to keep me away from my office. Would dinner and a movie be an option?” He tries not to smile too big at that, rubbing his palm along his scruff to temper his grin.

“I think we could figure something out, yeah.”

…

She’s been trying not to ask it all morning. In bed, with her chin resting on his shoulder blade and her palm skating up his side. Sitting at his table, drinking coffee and keeping her eyes on anything but him. Ducking over and under each other in his bathroom, stretching out time, the both of them, moving slow and careful like it might trick the clock into stopping just for a little while longer.

But she isn’t going to ask it, because she has been asking it for the last two weeks, making sure, just checking, giving him ample opportunity to back out. And everytime, he has reassured her, with an admittedly increasing degree of exasperation. He is in, just as much as she is, so she doesn’t need to ask anymore.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

“What’s that look you’re giving me?”

“What look?”

“Cherry.” Said long and low, his hands on her hips steering her back until she’s pressed against the driver’s side door of her car, nowhere to look except into his face, eyes squinting at her and his chin tucked down.

“What?”

“Don’t ask it.”

“I wasn’t going to.” Her fingers find the first fastened snap of his coveralls, idly popping it back into and out of place, though Joel is quick to squeeze her hips and duck his head down to catch her gaze.

“Good, because you already know my answer.” She goes to speak, but it’s only that damn question again, skittering up her throat only to be stopped when she lets out a huff instead. Not much time to think about it though when Joel hooks his arm around her waist, her feet shuffling and stuttering a bit with the way he ushers her around the side of the shop to the front, his hands settling on her shoulders to push and pull her until she’s standing facing the front office.

“You see that front door, Cher?”

“Yes, Joel, I have eyes.”

“Don’t be smart about it, just look at it.”

“Okay?” His hands slip down along her arms, his chin settling over her shoulder, crooking to look at her sideways.

“Tomorrow morning, nine sharp, just like you said, your highness–” That earns him an elbow into his ribs, a small oof and a laugh before he quickly recovers.

“As I was saying, nine sharp, I’m gonna be standing in front of that door, waiting for you to pull up in that shitty little station wagon of yours.” She can’t help the smile starting to spread, especially not when he punctuates his words with a kiss to the arc of her cheek.

“And then?”

“And then we’re gonna get the fuck out of here, Cherry.”

…

“I’m, uh, gonna use the restroom.”

“Sure, Joel.” He chooses not to respond to Tommy’s quip, getting up from the couch to a chorus of oooohs spurred on by the girls who have only gotten more chummy since Cherry and Ellie came over for dinner, now settled on the couch in front of some movie he wasn’t really paying attention to.

First, that was because by some grace, or maybe some curse, he had ended up at one end of the couch with Cherry pressed close against his side from the way everyone else had squeezed into their seats, the feeling of her thigh pressed against his nearly burning a hole through his jeans. But then he had been distracted after Cherry’s phone started ringing, and she sheepishly asked him if there was somewhere she could take the call. Without much thought to it, he offered up his slapdash office upstairs, more of a catch-all room, really. But Cherry was already quietly thanking him and shuffling up the stairs with her phone pressed to her ear.

It’s been thirty minutes. He knows. He’s been watching the clock and the stairs instead of the movie. By the time it’s been forty minutes, he has convinced himself it’s a good idea to check on her, just a little caught off guard when he finds her in the upstairs hallway, squinting at the photos hanging along the wall.

“You alright?” He almost didn’t say it at all, not wanting to disturb her quiet concentration. Cherry startles slightly at his words, eyes wide like she’s been caught red-handed.

��Sorry, I got a little nosey I guess. But you look good in a tiara.” He steps closer to see what photo she’s pointing to, laughing to himself when he does. It’s Sarah, her smile all lit up from the glow of the candles in her birthday cake, Joel crouched down beside her with his arm slung around her chair.

“That was Sarah’s fifth birthday party. If you think that’s good, you should’ve seen Tommy.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Sarah wanted Rapunzel to come to her party. She got Tommy in a dress and a wig so long he kept tripping over it.”

“I bet she loved that.”

“She was mortified.” Quiet smiles, and the thought that now, now would be a good time to talk, though he still can’t seem to figure out the right words to string together.

“I like watching you with her.” He laughs at that, though Cherry shakes her head, her hand coming to his shoulder.

“I’m serious, it’s– you’re at your best for her, you know? It’s nice to see.” A close, quick heat starts creeping up his throat at her words, the careful squeeze she lays to his shoulder. He swallows it down before he speaks.

“I could say the same watching you and Ellie.” Somehow the wrong thing to say, her face falling and her hand dropping from his shoulder back to her side.

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I mean it, Cher. I never thought that I’d– getting to see you– it’s–” It’s coming out all wrong, is what it is, stopping himself with a sigh before he can mess up the words any more.

“She’s everything to me, and I know you know what that feels like. She’s it. And I feel like I’m messing it up, missing it.” At some point, their words have turned into rasped whispers, stepping closer to each other to catch the sound. Instinct, impulse, an inkling of want to reach out, his hand moving along the line of her jaw, coaxing eyes.

“You do your best, Cherry. It’s all any of us do. And that kid is smart enough to know that.” It’s never going to get old, the feeling of her nose grazing the line of his, the ghost curve of her smile over his, so close he can feel the quick fan of her lashes when they drop to the tops of her cheeks.

“Thank you, Joel.” They should keep talking, he knows that. The perfect opportunity to finally pull the chain of the past into the present, to make this right and real. But, always a but with her. But, he’s already tipping her jaw open in the cup of his palm, this movement so much easier than talking, she accepts his mouth with a sigh. Push, pull, hands slipping under hems as he guides them in a close stumble to his bedroom. And yes, Tommy and the girls downstairs are probably snickering to themselves about how long they've both been gone, but they can be quick, quiet. Want overriding any shame.

How quickly he has taken for granted the fact that if he dips his palms up and along her ribs, she will simply lift her arms so he can peel her shirt all the way off, silent call and response leaving her bare from the waist up as he ducks his head to lay a kiss over her sternum. Her arms drape along his shoulders, head tilted back on her neck, stretched long to give him more room to mouth along every tendon, smiling against the jumping muscles when she hums at the feeling. Still walking them back toward his bed, not getting very far before she freezes in his grasp, palm pushing against his shoulder to get more space between them.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” She’s not looking at him, but at something over his shoulder, brow furrowed and a small frown parting her lips.

“Is that?” Already slipping out of his hold, brushing right past him before he can realize just how badly he fucked up. He wasn’t thinking when he started stumbling the both of them toward his bedroom. Wasn’t thinking about the fact that they still need to talk. Wasn’t thinking about the ribbing they were going to get from Tommy and girls when they go back downstairs. And no, he wasn’t thinking about the bookshelf in his room. Mostly filled with things other than books, more photos and detritus of the past. But, well. Always a but.

“Cher, I–”

“You have every single one, Joel.” She hovers her hand over the spines like she’s afraid to touch them, fingers ghosting over her name, her real name on each of the books.

“I– yeah, I do.” She doesn’t look at him, just swipes her shirt from the floor to tug it back on. His stomach sinks and sickens when he hears the quiet sniff and sees the small shake in her shoulders, her face still turned toward the book shelf.

“You read them?” No use in giving her anything but the truth now, though all he wants is to reach out for her and somehow make this whole thing not real. He doesn’t know why he even lied in the first place. Maybe that it’d be easier for him to not admit to himself that he’d been waiting for two decades, grasping at scraps where he could get them.

“Probably read them all three times through, Cher.” Finally, she looks at him, and she’s mad, he knows that look, not the first time he’s gotten that look from her. That broken, jagged look.

“I don’t understand. Why– why did you tell me that you didn’t? Why lie about that?”

“I don’t know– I, really, I don’t. I thought it’d be better, easier if you didn’t–” She scoffs, eyes everywhere except on him, and he braces for impact.

“Well, you always were so concerned about making things easier for me, Joel. Always had a funny way of doing it too. But I’m glad to know this is still some kind of game to you, really.”

“And it isn’t a game to you? What do you call what we’ve been doing, Cherry? Sneaking around like– like it’s fucking eighty-six all over again and–” She’s up in his face now, always able to dish it out as good, if not better, than he could, eyes narrowed and her finger digging into his chest.

“This is nothing like eighty-six. You wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not gonna stick around long enough for you to make another promise you can’t keep.” A snarl and a scoff when he doesn’t respond, his mind going blank as she turns on her heel and hurries down the stairs.

He follows behind her in a dumb stupor, Tommy shooting him a questioning look as Cherry tells Ellie that it’s time to go in a quick, clipped voice, tight and high in her throat like she’s trying to hold something back. She murmurs a polite thanks to Tommy and Sarah both, not sparing Joel another glance as she ushers her kid out the door before slipping out herself. Gone just like that.

“Brother, what the fuck did you do?”

“Shut up, Tommy.”

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episims · 3 months

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A Peek to My SFS Stats

I know some creators prefer not seeing their download numbers and that's fair! This kind of stuff can easily cause pressure and/or feelings of underachievement.

For me though, it's just statistics. And since it's pretty precisely 5 years from when I first uploaded anything to SFS, I've gathered some data to play with.

So, this very self-indulgent post is solely about my SFS stats. Just because I'm a total nerd I find it interesting, and I like being open about things. It's long and blabbery so the rest is safely under the cut.

For the background: I tend to create whatever I need for my own game. I share my weird stuff because I feel like it's a trade for everything I download from others.

Probably due to the lack of any consistency or branding at all, my CC has a wide range in download numbers. I have some popular pieces, sure, but also some niche mods like no snow accumulation that has only interested 126 persons in nearly two years.

Even though saying "only 126" is an illusion created by the internet. Imagine if those 126 individuals would come to you in person. That's more people than I've probably even had a real talk with during the last year!

The raw data of my SFS main folder is (calculated with a sheets program): it has 227 files and the average download count for each file is 1557, but 74% of the files have been downloaded fewer times than the average.

So even though my CC isn't usually downloaded that much, I've shared a handful of things that have been downloaded so much more than everything else that they pull the average up.

What are those things? Time is an important factor here, as most CC tends to gather downloads over time (not a single post from 2023 on this list).

1) Subtle wrinkles (January 2022)

17313 downloads (674 hearts; ~3,9% of all downloaders) Post notes: 1112

That's several thousand more than the second most downloaded thing I have, and it's such a random thing.

I'm sure most people have downloaded them to get those 4t2(ish) forehead wrinkles. I have no other explanation as the rest of them are hand-drawn by a person who can't draw. Also the preview is frankly hideous, I used about one minute to take it... safe to say I didn't expect this post to gather any attention at all.

2) Cellphone default (January 2021)

13547 downloads (565 hearts; ~4,2% of all downloaders) Post notes: 1133

Noteworthy that it's been updated a couple of times which pushes people to redownload.

This was a quick passion project, since at that time I couldn't find a cellphone default I was completely happy with. If it hadn't been a quickie, I would've used more time to find a good base mesh oof. Many thanks to @pforestsims for later improving it.

3) Tombstone defaults (December 2019)

12477 downloads (582 hearts; ~4,7% of all downloaders) Post notes: 1064

I was so proud of these when I made them. Those were my first mesh defaults ever! Today, I'm proud of my past self for doing them. That's crazy many meshes and subsets to handle for a total noob.

I couldn't do anything with BHAVs back then, so those defaults would've never ever happened without @midgethetree. She endured a lot, working with a noob who went through several meltdowns because of subset issues that didn't make any sense.

4) Baby personality mod (February 2020)

9724 downloads (489 hearts; ~5% of all downloaders) Post notes: 1193

The first mod on the list! Absolutely essential one for myself and apparently for some others too.

Also the actual first mod of my own ever. I can't really recommend starting with something this complicated, I had zero ability to perceive the scope of the mod when I asked if @midgethetree was willing to help me through it. She deserves all the praise for doing it, I've realized later that I couldn't ever teach anyone the way she taught me. So, if you read this: thank you, Midge.

5) Rabbit pen default (August 2022)

9628 downloads (442 hearts; ~4,6% of all downloaders) Post notes: 1305

This was completely @deedee-sims' idea and project! I just hopped in (hah) to help. I'm only hosting it for practicality, as the BHAVs most often need updating, and those are by me.

6) Turn On/Off replacements (July 2021)

8644 downloads (388 hearts; ~4,5% of all downloaders) Post notes: 1470

This post has more notes than any other post of mine, yet it's not even nearly the most downloaded thing I've done. The two don't always go hand in hand.

I've also shared an updated version of these lately in a new post. It's unlikely they'll get the same amount of attention, which on paper doesn't make much sense since it's practically the same thing but done better. But I'm sure everyone knows that the hype and the quality don't always match.

7) Pixelry’s KKB fridge recolors (February 2022)

8147 downloads (329 hearts; ~4% of all downloaders) Post notes: 662

This is such an oddity on this list since it's the only recolor set and the post has fewer notes than the other ones, too. People just (secretly) really like cute fridges, apparently.

8) Crib teeth anim fix (August 2022)

6157 downloads (431 hearts; ~7% of all downloaders) Post notes: 1408

This list is already long enough, but I wanted to show how fast the number starts dropping at this point.

This got posted a day before the bunnies, and I find it funny to think that for about 3000 people it's more pressing to have bunnies in their game than fixing their toddlers dropping teeth while crying lol.

No point in continuing the list forever, but among my most note-gaining Tumblr posts are also:

Puppy/kitten want replacements (October 2022, 1114 notes, 3849 downloads)

Improved biotech station (July 2022, 1110 notes, 3893 downloads)

Camera overhaul mod (January 2024, 1059 notes, 1752 downloads)

Newspaper default (March 2022, 970 notes, 5052 downloads)

While I don't have a real conclusion to offer, it's clear that notes don't always get realized to downloads, and likewise many people download without interacting with posts.

One more thing I'd like to point out is that the percentage of people who hit that SFS heart button seems pretty constant. I feel like it shows that some people just have that habit and some don't, and it's not likely directly related to how much they like the thing.

The amount of SFS hearts that crib teeth anim fix has gotten doesn't follow this pattern lol. It's really not common to see the percentage change even that much.

#text #text post #random #nerdy stuff #this is what happens when i start typing without thinking #i end up with a novel #that probably interests no one lol

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risestarkiss · 3 months

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Hello! A few things for you.

I adore your Rise rambles! They're so insightful and just— chef's kiss.

Where do you get your gifs for your posts? Do you clip them yourself or do you have a source?

It's been on my mind since I noticed it and I wanted to share it with someone because NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT IT AND I NEED TO KNOW IF ANYONE ELSE HAS SEEN IT AND FINDS IT AS AMUSING AS I.

In the episode The Purple Jacket, when Donnie is riding in April's bike basket, he has his legs tucked into his shell. I think that is just— SO funny, for no obvious reason. Like... He's just sitting there. Legless.

I died when I watched that episode the second time. 😭

1) Thank you so much! I'm so glad you like them! 😭💜

2) Oh I make them all myself! I'm very very particular about the clips I use, so it's out of necessity, lol.

3) YES! That part is SO funny!!!!

His arms are sooo long! Look at his face! Deedee, why are you like this?! 😂😭 Thanks for the ask! 😂😂😂💜

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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Am I the asshole for inadvertently causing a dispute in my family over a plushie?

I(18F) was awoken by the sound of my door opening. (it has no lock but it's pretty heavy. Very audible to hear throughout the house.) It was my two stepbrothers.(not specifying ages but not even preteens.)

They came looking for a plushie the oldest had left behind. I was confused when I woke up but caught on quickly to the situation. What confused me was the oldest had left for a time to visit family, and before he'd left, to my memory he'd given it to my sister. (late twenties F)

But I had assumed that he'd probably wanted it back so no big deal, my sister hadn't taken it as cold as that sounds, as it was in not great shape. I was sure once they saw it wasn't here they'd go away. However a problem arose. I share a room with my sister. who I'll call DeeDee.

DeeDee had recently gotten a similar plushie given to her by her boyfriend. And once they pointed to the plushie I saw the problem.

I told the kids this, and because I myself was unsure if it could be hers or theirs as last I remember my sister telling me she had left it at her partners, I told them to discuss it with my sister. Then stepmom comes in.

Stepmom had asked what I needed to discuss and what was going on. I told her about the plushies. She said she'd take it then, as she knew how my sister is. I was a bit peeved at her implication that my sister would take her son's old plushie. Especially as none of us have ever taken any of their stuff but I can count a handful of times my stepbrothers have.

However she's a bit protective when it comes to her kids being wrong, so I explained that it may be my sister's, and that even if it really was the old one, to my memory he had given it to her. He protested at this and called me a liar. She pointed out that the plushie was dirty, possibly proving it was her son's, but given my sister's track record of tidiness she has plenty of dirty plushies. She then said for now she'd take it and if it really was hers she'd return it and that this didn't need to be a big deal. I agreed. (She then said some other stuff but unrelated.) And soon she left.

Of course as there's a chance it is my sister's as I am still unsure, I called my sister to let her know, and that if it was her's to talk to our stepmom to return it. (Why they didn't wait for my sister to get out of the hospital confused me, but my stepmom has a record of being stubborn.) And this is where I can admit I am at fault for not waiting to tell her.

This led to a big dispute. My sister is very rash and impulsive. She has a record of overthinking. She and my stepmom are on rocky terms. I am as well, but less so.

She is now very, rightfully furious at my stepmom for grabbing her things without her permission. Even if I am still unsure of who it belongs to, I agree that wasn't the right thing to do. Where I disagree is that my sister threatened to take legal action against my stepmom and possibly deport her. She then hung up.

I texted her to think about this calmly so it didn't cause another big dispute. (My sister has always been the black sheep for her illness and how she copes with it.) Knowing if she blew up they'd believe her less and instead use this against her.

After a while she didn't respond so we left it at that. I did decide to inform my dad as impartially as I could that a possible argument could arise soon with my stepmom and sister. However he simply said he'd look into it unbiased and brushed me off. I accepted it as he was busy and I don't really know what I wanted him to do.

Then after awhile my sister texted more furious than she last seemed so I assume something went down with my step mom, that if she passed (a very likely scenario as we've had many close calls) she didn't want my father to see her and pointed the reason to our stepmom. (Albeit a lot more bluntly).

So am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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fishsticksloser · 10 months

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Can i please request platonic wholesome HC of future mikey with baby sister reader? (Mutant turtle who's like 1 year or so, she still crawling).

Plot; Future mikey uses his chains to attract baby reader's attention to crawl towards it, sometimes use it to carry her for fun or away from dangerous enemies.

Either way, baby reader loves her uncle Mikey. Believe it or not he was the reason she was able to start walking, and future mikey is rubbing this in everyone's faces. 😂

Baby!Reader

f!RotTMNT + gn!reader

Warnings: platonic fluff, baby

A/N: I decided to make this... like a kid of one of the boys, it's not specified who. But it makes more since than having a baby sibling who's like 20 years younger than them.