#he's a leftie and it's IMPORTANT okay

[i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky]

no thoughts just a left-handed Klaus appreciation post

#he's a leftie and it's IMPORTANT okay #tuaedit #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #robert sheehan

[harrywavycurly]

For the conversations may I ask for some between Princess and Wayne? I love that series and I just know Wayne treats her so wonderful🥹💞

Hiii lovey!! Awe yes of course you can get some Wayne and Princess conversations! I am so happy you enjoy the Princess series, it’s one of my faves it’s so comforting! I hope you enjoy💖

-there’s one that has a brief moment with Eddie and it’s marked with an ✨

*Wayne is determined to teach you how to be a little more independent*

“No darlin you gotta twist it to the right..remember what I taught you?” “Uh righty tighty…lefty losey? Right?” “Yeah good job now just a few more twists…and there ya go.” “Look at that!” “Yeah look at that…you changed a lightbulb and used a step stool by yourself.” “Let’s go check and see if there’s another one that needs changing!” “I got a few that need changing…if you wanna do em for me?” “Yes let’s go… oh uhm…don’t tell Eddie i used the step stool without him home…he doesn’t like that too much.” “Oh he can get over it you’re a grown woman and he puts all the shit on the top shelf so you need your step stool.”

“I think I messed it up Wayne.” “Let me see…no it’s just boiling darlin that’s what it’s supposed to do…you’re gonna cook the noodles for about ten minutes then we are gone strain em and add the little fake cheese packet.” “Okay…okay I can..I can do that.” “Of course you can…now stir the pasta every now and again so it doesn’t get clumpy…now don’t hover over the pot that’s how you get brunt by a rouge drop of boiling water and Eddie will have my ass if you get hurt on my watch.” “You think he’ll like dinner?” “Honey you could hand that man a bowl full of sink water and tell him you made it and he’d tell you it’s the best thing he’s ever had and ask for seconds.” “Really?” “Yeah…oh okay the timer is going off we gotta strain the pasta just take the pot to the sink…careful now…yeah and pour it into the strainer…good job now shake it a bit get all the water out.” “Like this?” “Yup now put it back into the pot…careful not to lose any noodles…now here’s the fun part you get to add this packet of fake cheese and just stir up all up.” “Smells good.” “Well now here’s the important part… gotta taste it.” “Oh wow it tastes like it does when he makes it!” “I’d say that’s the best Mac and cheese I’ve ever had…good job darlin….now you know how to use the stove…kinda.”

✨ “He’s gonna fucking kill me.” “Hammering things is so fun!” “Don’t look at me look at what you’re doing okay?” “Sorry…how’s this? Does it look good?” “I mean…yeah it looks good the nail went in smoothly so that’s good…time to hang the picture…now we just gotta make sure it’s straight.” “Can I hammer something else after this?” “I think the fuck not.” “Here we go…” “Hi honey! Look I finally hung that photo of us from Valentine’s Day! Isn’t it cute?” “So cute baby…Wayne can I talk to you for just a moment?” “I’d love to son but you see I’m late for something so yeah…gotta go but it was nice hanging with you today darlin and good job with the hammer.” “Thanks Wayne!” “Yeah…thanks so much Wayne.”

“What if I don’t have a spare tire?” “What? You don’t have a spare?” “Wayne I don’t have a car…” “right..well still this is a skill everyone should have so just pay attention okay?” “Okay…so you just jack the uhm…car up and take the lug..things off and then you take the flat tire off and put the new one on?” “You know what? Just watch me do it and if you have any questions ask me when I’m done and I’ll go over it with you.” “Okay…oh you use the righty tighty lefty losey things a lot huh?” “I mean…I tighten and loosen things a lot yeah…don’t tell Eddie I had you under this truck okay? He’ll never let you come over by yourself again.” “You got it…it’ll be our little secret until the day I get to change a tire on the van or something then I’ll tell him how you taught me.” “When that day comes I hope I’m long gone.” “Wayne!” “I mean like off to Florida to retire on a beach or something not like…gone gone darlin…sorry didn’t mean to upset you.”

#spoiled conversations #eddie munson x princess #eddie munson x spoiled reader #eddie munson series #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie Munson #wayne munson #wayne x reader #eddie and wayne munson #my little dungeon master baby

[anabanana-romanova]

GUYS GUYS I HAVE A HEADCANNON ON HOW TINTIN'S HAIR WORKS

OKAY

So he has his quiff, right? And obviously it naturally stands up because we see him get wet, then when it dries it's back sticking up all over the place.

But how???? Unless my man has ridiculous volume (which makes zero sense) then there must be something going on.

We're also going to ignore that he's a comic book character who gets about 70000 head injuries and has no brain damage, but anyway that's not the point.

Firstly: what is his haircut?

The movie honestly has the best answer for this:

Short on the sides, longer on top, then slightly shorter right at the front. That's important. Remember that.

This lines up with the general male haircut of the time (30s-50s with slight variation with each decade):

(Leftie even has a quiff too!)

So, the actual haircut makes sense, but the question of the quiff still remains. I've been thinking about this a lot, when I was at church and I noticed the 9-year-old boy in front of me had provided the perfect answer. On the back of our heads, we have the spirally bits called the crown. When the hair is cut too short there, it sticks up.

(This is obviously a fake man made one, but it demonstrates lind of what the hair does. If you've seen it before, you know what I mean.)

"But Bea," you say, "crowns are at the back of the head." To which you are very correct...

Unless you are me.

I have a very, VERY funky phenomenon called a double crown. That's rare, but the positioning of my crowns are even rarer. One is at the back of my head, and the other is right at the front of my head, say... where Tintin's quiff is. Can you see where I'm going?

For this, we shall take a plunge into my camera roll to when I had a pixie cut.

You can see that in the centre of my hairline, my hair sticks up before swooping back down. Part of that is curly hair, but my hair isn't curly any more and it still does that, so, I'm blaming it on the crown.

(Also I have a very similar hairline to Tintin's, though his has a bit more of a peak in the middle. So it's entirely possible that he doesn't jave a receding hairline and just has a big forehead, but that's another conversation I'm not going to get into because why do that when you can bully him amiright-)

So basically what I'm saying is that Tintin's hair sticks up because of a funky crown situation.

Now, how does he get it neatly sticking up and not everywhere?

...

*insert sketch of Tintin with a hair curler chilling in his hair because I can't draw*

Or a hair dryer.

Eventually your hair just sticks back to place, so it probably got to a point where he would wet his hair, stick it up in a little point and it would dry in place.

...

Yes I need help. I know. But hey! Food for thought.

:)

#tintin #Tintin's hair #i have many thoughts #teehee #les adventures de tintin #the adventures of tintin #description in alt text

[whereismyhat5678]

HEEEEY, PSSST!

(do you have more headcanons???)

Oh yeah *cracks knuckles*

Get ready for some PEPPINO

(OKAY IN ADVANCE- I wrote A SHIT TON below the cut, and I think because of this I have more headcannons for Peppino than Gustavo- SO PREPARE YOURSELVES- Oh! And I also added Pep and Gus mixed headcannons at the bottom so if you just wanna see those you’ll see this emoji: 💕 Alright thanks! And enjoy :00)

- I said this in a reblog-, at this point I think I hc him a lefty, I KEEP DRAWING HIM AS ONE SO FUCK IT-

- Oh sports are his life support, it’s his saving grace HE LOVES SPORTS- mainly football and soccer (he used to play soccer in middle-high school) THIS MAN SCREAMS AT THE TV “GOOOAAAAAAAAAL” WHEN SOCCER’S ON (he’s just like my dad for real- :0)

- He definitely listens to old fashioned Italian music, his mother raised him in it HE WILL DIE WITH IT IN HIS BLOOD. But he also likes other types of music (he mains Depeche Mode-)

- He has the most dankest most messed up shat up car you can ever imagine that’s STILL GOING, he treats his car like his child though, he cleans it and is EXTREMELY careful with his baby (He listens to his songs in there and bobs his head when he has a song he likes, but he looks really serious, like he’s gonna kill someone- but he’s still enjoying himself)

- I should also mention that he SUCKS at driving, man has a drivers license yet he’s dog at it?! This is also why his car is so jacked up because he kept crashing it when he was younger- I think he’s cooled down now but he still can’t park right- This is also why he rather would take his pizza delivery motorcycle or Stick just drives him (since he’s funnily enough the only good driver-)

- His house is pretty small, and a bit tight but it’s okay once you get used to it, he tries to stay organized but at times he does tend to leave clothes on the floor. Of course his garage is the cleanest thing known to man, a bunch of flags (a big ass Italian flag-) and signs that say “Man’s garage” or “Man cave”. He also has another fridge full of beers and sodas.

- Have I mentioned he likes beer?🍻

(- And when Peppino’s drunk he’s either two things, a silly drunk: he’s doing stupid shit-

….Or a flirty drunk 👀🔥)

- He still has his war gear in a closet, he keeps it for memories (the GOOD ones) and just cuz he thinks it might be important still.

- He keeps a shotgun underneath his bed (for protection of course-)

- He also has a punching bag in his basement, a big ol’ red one, and he has it there to take his anger out 🥊🔔

- I think he has a bit of anger issues, not too severe! Just that he can get mad easily if stuff just isn’t going right, which is also why he HATES The Noise and Pizza Head, they’re too chaotic for him-

- When Brick was gonna stay with them Peppino initially just wanted Brick away from him but he ended up like one of those Dads that have their pet on the couch watching TV. He also play fights with him too like: he’ll pretend to punch him or he wrestles with him for fun-

- He’s an asshole when he wants to be, one time he was eating with his friends at a McDonalds and they were getting breakfast, motherfucker ate half his friend’s hash-brown and put the half he didn’t eat outside the wrapper to make it look normal. (He did this when he was a teen but he can still be an ass like this-)

- He uses a lot of Italian hand gestures, he uses his hands A LOT he practically talks with them-

- He speaks very aggressively in Italian, the amount of times people thought he was angry and yelling at them even though he was just telling them to hand him a napkin. It’s hilarious, Gustavo is the only one to understand he’s not angry, he’s just talking- 😂

- This even applies to when he’s talking in English, HE STILL YELLS- Like his voice is a big BOOM, yeah he can calm it down but it’s still relatively loud, he’s only ever quiet when he NEEDS to be quiet-

Okay now for some Peppino and Gustavo together x] 💕💕💕

- Gustavo’s species has their own language but they can pick up on other languages pretty quickly, so when Peppino wanted to teach him Italian he started slowly and BAM 💥 not even a month passed and he’s speaking fluently! Peppino’s jaw dropped literally-

- Gus can speak his species language at times but only ever to himself.. He usually talks in English and Italian around Peppino (Gus when he’s angry talks really fast in his language, it’s best to just leave him be until he calms down…)

- They speak Italian to each other sometimes, they switch between English and Italian regularly, but they speak English mainly. They WILL however yell at each other in Italian, mostly so no one can understand their conversation if there is people around

- AND FINALLY- like I said with the Italian hand gestures, Peppino uses them A LOT, and he mainly uses them with the other Italians and Gustavo, BUT MAINLY Gustavo. He taught him every gesture in the book so Gus knows what he’s feeling just by hand gestures.

Even some…. Special ones 👀…..

OKAY THAT’S IT-

#Pizza Tower #Headcannons #MY HEADCANNONS??? #This time with Peppino WAHOO- #I’m so sorry for writing so much my god- #I wrote a whole ass essay down there- #I’m very passionate about every headcannon about Peppino because these were all inspired by my Dad- 💀 #I SWEAR THE STORY ABOUT THE HASH-BROWN MADE ME LAUGH- #I am also very passionate about the hand gestures- I’m so tempted to draw him doing Italian hand gestures- I WILL DO IT AT ONE POINT I WILL #Hehe alright I hope everyone likes them I spent a lot of time on this-

[katyspersonal]

What's your interpretation that the left hand of cleric beast is much bigger that the right?🤔

Well, like I've pointed out before, the only explanation I am seeing is blood ministration being done on the left arm!

However, this might get a little more interesting with the Cleric Beasts, because Emilia is also one, yet her arms are symmetrical!

My closest guess to why it happened is because of something Healing Church has been known to do with female bodies. Namely - do some sort of surgery/manipulation/operation on them in order to change their blood type into 'holy blood' one, which they are able to share with the hunters!

English localization team had to use term "groomed" instead of whatever this actually says, and this is definitely going into top 10 of my biggest headaches with mistranslations! As you can see from the Japanese script retranslation ( x ), the meaning is more literal, implying a procedure. I always felt like it would be a surgery on bone marrow, since this is where blood cells are produced, and doctors in Bloodborne could have learned to alter them into having impossible type of blood!

So, as a female cleric, Amelia might have had her first communion with the holy blood as a Blood Saint, instead of generic blood ministration treatment like apparently everyone else has!

I am still not sure why female staff specifically was the Blood Saints, since apparently blood vials are not menstrual blood, as we can learn thanks to Adeline:

Maybe it could have something to do with menstrual cycle, though, because of the whole cycle of moon vs menstrual cycle thing, and Laurence being affiliated with Moon Presence, and then Micolash also stealing his swag and basing his own institution on:

I'd say this is either some sort of deeply rooted superstition within the setting, or in fact, yes, the holy blood links to the Great Ones who put HELLA importance on blood and birth, so being biologically female is crucial for that link to take intended effects.

Ludwig is an interesting case, though! He was SUPPOSED to have blood ministration too, like Laurence or Cleric Beast of the Bridge! Why would not the first Healing Church hunter and the HEAD of their hunters do something so crucial? Especially since Cleric Beast of the Bridge drops the Sword Badge with which you buy Hunter Chief Emblem, implying that this beast is currently what Ludwig used to be? But his left arm is not bigger. In fact, it is even smaller. So I am trying to think of the variants of what had happened here:

1) Ludwig somehow merged with an actual horse, so his anatomy is simply no longer judged through the same lense

2) Ludwig is a leftie, and this is where he holds his Holy Moonlight Sword, so its effect would be a "remedy" for possible arm deformations

3) Ludwig is not a simple beast, but the one with a lot of Kin features, so his anatomy is simply no longer judged through the same lense (+horses are primarily herbivores, and Kin is associated with the flora in the setting, so maybe that's why he went horsegirl mode instead of getting something weak like antlers lol)

4) Ludwig is trans and actually was the first to get Blood Saint treatment rather than regular blood ministration (+we take Adeline's blood from her right arm, and notice that his right arm is a little bigger)

5) Ludwig is a cis man and was the first biological male who attempted to receive Blood Saint treatment instead of regular blood ministration, but that didn't take the intended effect because the gods Be Like That in the setting + his unusual visions and mutation might be the side effect of that and that's why Healing Church stopped doing that with male organisms. Basically, if a male attempts becoming a living factory for the holy blood, it will go "wrong".

6) Combinations of the above points

.....Okay, that went a little unfocused from the initial topic, but you see my points here! Thank you for the ask!

_________________

Bonus ideas:

- Whereas Ludwig is holding the Holy Moonlight Sword in his left hand, Amelia also is grasping the Gold Pendant in her left hand. So maybe nothing was special about her, but holding a special item in the "effected" hand will remedy the asymmetry effect, and had Amelia not been doing that all the time, she'd be asymmetrical too?

- Amelia using recolored model for Bell-Ringing Woman for her appearance might be not accidental, but a fuel for the headcanon that she has Pthumerian blood too, and Pthumerians might simply evolve differently, or traditionally have different way they' go for the blood communition. Off the top of my head, look at Loran Clerics having same sized arms:

Basically, I can answer why Cleric Beasts and the huntsmen have asymmetrical arms, but not why people like Emilia and Ludwig broke the trend despite being the first in line to have blood ministration normally... Because I just have too many ideas, and my preference usually falls towards the most logical ones, but when there are equally logical ideas I become helpless :')

#bloodborne #cleric beast #vicar amelia #ludwig the accursed #bloodborne theory #bloodborne headcanons #use later #ask replies #i actually like the idea that part of ludwig's suffering is just great ones going 'bitch I said I wanted someone with MENSES for this one' #laurence would also not be above using someone as a lab rat but to his honor he clearly used HIMSELF as a lab rat as well dfsjhfdh #but Ludwig being actually the first Blood Saint is interesting! #he could share blood vials with his own knights right on the battlefield #i am just.. Basically Laurence and Micolash (ESPECIALLY Micolash) deeply resenting not being female works sooo well #I had that whole ass post about how creepy Micolash grew about themes of menstruation and birth and female organism in general #and like it scared myself so much that I legit had bone-chilling fear after reading my own shit that night fdshfhds #meanwhile trans Micolash would 10000% lack genital dysphoria and only want things like his former voice or breasts gone #the deeper you dig into bb lore the more you realize men of this setting tend to be really weird towards womanhood and all attached to it #it is just something I dislike to address because toxic fans tend to use it to bully Gehrman fans and tell cis men that BB is 'not for them #but it IS there too so #WHY I AM TAKING NORMAL ASS ASKS TOO FAR #no but when will it end? lol

[winonarollirl]

concept cer v1

it’s. probably obvious where this is going but regardless

the tldr of what’s in my head is basically what follows (in comparison to uni, since she’s fully meant as a sort of weird au replacement thing as a comfort (i’m going to be acting under the idea that this is like. a whole thing. so. sorry if this is like. weird. especially sorry if keeping barruni and carruni a thing in this is kinda odd but they’re both rather important so-))

demon dog thing. legally has four parents since all three heads of her cerberus parent are separate people (it’s actually two women and a guy, fun fact there. her dog parent is a guy too)

horns probably function similarly to uni’s in terms of lighting up, and the ethereal glow definitely stays for all three reactions

a pair of secondary, magic heads shows up near her own when she’s using magic. they don’t have proper sentience, and she calls them Leftie and Rightie

bi but extremely closed off to the idea of a relationship, which doesn’t exactly change by v4. she WANTS a relationship, she just doesn’t think she deserves one.

fucking HORRIFIED when the puppets start kissing. equally as mortified when. y’know. immediately after, since she’s trying to simultaneously grapple with her feelings on barry AND her self image when it comes to anything romantic at like, nearly all times (the barry part is mostly during late v3 / v4 though)

probably gonna edit this one to include a mention of an equivalent to the end of v4 since that’s not out yet

up until barry’s show and tell blow up, cer genuinely thinks his aggression towards her is just him teasing to some degree, since she does the exact same thing to people, just.. actually meant as teasing

after barry’s blow up, cer gets. fucking PISSED with him for a while. it’s more of a mutual not talking to eachother, since cer is rather insecure about her identity as a funny little demon hybrid anyway, and since she lacks the context to know why barry’s so insistent against magic, she just assumes he’s genuinely that stubborn on his own, and takes major offense to it.

she made junicer as a jab at barry, basically. in a way, going ‘what now, smart guy. i brought this fucking thing to LIFE. how’d i do that, huh? HUH??’

had two exes before winding up in sparklecare. a girl in middleschool and a boy in highschool. constantly blames herself for both ending.

carruni (ceroline?) probably would uh. mirror a better version of what i’m going through now. the two were close anyway, cer asked for physical comfort, received it, rapidly started majorly crushing.

NOT happy about the mere idea of crushing on barry at ALL since she uh. kinda realizes while she’s still mad at him for something small.

really uncomfortable with being addressed as just ‘Bernard’ (since barry addresses uni as just Cornelius, so i feel like the same thing would apply here) but stopped trying to fight it within like the first week

probably genuinely bonded with caroline over a shared love of chewing on things you really shouldn’t (the adhd..)

YEAH I AM SO SORRY IF THIS IS LIKE. SUPER CRINGE. AND. WEIRD. BUT. IVE BEEN FUCKING GOING THROUGH IT AND I THOUGHT “HEY IF ANY FANDOM WOULD BE OKAY WITH ME USING AN AU OF THE SOURCE MATERIAL WITH A PARTIAL SELF INSERT FOR COMFORT IT’D BE SPARKLECARE”

#sparklecare #sparklecare oc #mostly text #sorry for massive rant aaaa

[seroothincs]

Part 1 of my Overanalysis.

Who? Me?! Overanalysing something that only appeared for just two milliseconds and which possibly holds no further importance to the actual plot in the show and just doing this to feed my hunger for content of the wiseguys?!

It's more likely than you think.

Well, if the writers aren't gonna get to this interesting chapter of the mafia then I might just well do it myself. An interesting board though. Like, Tony is of course the biggest picture that takes up a lot of space on the board because he is the most government involved character, he's a freaking mafia underboss so obviously the FBI would be concerned for what kind of "Legitimate Business" he exactly takes part in and starts. We have Don Vittorio next to him, and I'm surprised he's not the bigger picture in this case since he's well-- the real boss, the don of his whole mafia organisation.

We usually just describe the springfield mafia as the D'amico mob because Tony is more involved with it than Vittorio is, even though he is the real don. This could just mean the writers often forget about Vittorio (like I do at times) or there's something else here that is left for me to discover. I wholeheartedly believe that Tony is really the don of the Springfield mafia, maybe and just maybe, Years ago Vittorio did step down as the don and passed the role onto Tony though now that HE was in charge he saw an increase of assassination attempts, not only on himself but on his whole team. The Gang that was responsible for these attacks were the Esposito's, a very old gang that has been at it with the DiMaggio's since the 30s and well the don of that family just so happened to be Vittorio's arch nemesis. Many, many times have they tried to assassinate Vittorio but he was always a step ahead. Now with Vittorio gone and the word quickly spreading on the streets, the Esposito's take their chance and try to finally eliminate the now renamed D'amico mob. They beg Vittorio to come back since the attacks are so brutal they don't know how to deal with them, even the more professional and clever capos such as Lefty and Righty are clueless. Vittorio simply rolls his eyes, groans and comes back, announcing himself to be the don BUT only appears as an acting boss for his mob. Tony is still in charge which he rightfully deserves but Vittorio is simply just there to remain as a shield for the D'Amicos, 'cuz now with him back the don of the Esposito's is absolutely destroyed and knows he can't go on with his attacks since Vittorio was always the clever ace and knew how to stop him each time. And so now they're just waiting for that don to die of old age so that Tony can finally operate as the official don in peace and Vittorio can step into his much needed retirement. I imagine it to be like that, but now besides Vittorio there are two more pictures. One of a guy that sort of looks like Legs and another titled "The Hat", very helpful to just have a guy named The hat but okay. Now that guy was also featured in "Donnie Fatso" when he had the car waiting for Tony, Louie, Legs and Homer. Possibly a low-life member like Frankie, or a soldier like him. I think he could be an associate, not an Mafia associate like you would think (examples such as Mayor Quimby or Krusty who frequently engage with the mob), he's more of Vittorio's associate, a man of mystery who can get you all kinds of information if you meet him in a dark enough street with rain pouring down like crazy and one tall street lamp shining in the dark. That's where you can meet him. And his name just being "The Hat" makes it all the more creepier, at this point the others are just too afraid to ask the don directly who The hat really is. I'm losing myself, anyways. This whole board is really interesting, especially when you see Mayor Quimby who is known to strike deals with the mob frequently, Krusty who is an addictive gambler and owes the mafia a lot- Snake is obvious as well what with him being a criminal but actually, I've never seen him interact with the mob. Well other than he might have stumbled upon them a couple of times in prison but that's it, he did meet them in the simpsons comics. I remember that. On the board however, there are a couple more things to talk about. There being of course Jimmy the snitch, the passport to it and the news article could point to it that he has been featured in repeated interviews, articles and the media, giving intel on the mafia to the government. His nickname being snitch is no surprise. Though the passport makes me think that maybe he travels a lot and stays low in other countries because of his snitching making him look like a walking target just waiting to get shot at.

Part 2 coming after this.

#springfield mafia #Fat tony #Louie #Legs #Johnny tightlips #Frankie the squealer #Don vittorio #The Mob's origins

[mywifeleftme]

69: Lavender Country // Lavender Country

Lavender Country Lavender Country 1973, Gay Community Social Services of Seattle Inc.

There’s an anecdote Patrick Haggerty tells in the little zine that comes with the 2014 Paradise of Bachelors reissue of Lavender Country that always makes me tear up. Haggerty was raised one of ten children on a tenant dairy farm in northern Washington in the 1950s. It was obvious to Haggerty’s father from a young age that his boy was gay and, perhaps surprisingly given the times, he was quietly accepting of it. By the time Haggerty was in high school, he enjoyed cross-dressing, and he decided to try out for the head cheerleader position at his school.

Dolled up for his tryout in glitter and “a big lipstick smile” the future singer, in a perfectly teenage moment, dodges his father (who’d come by the school to pick him up)—not because it occurred to Haggerty that his father would be embarrassed by him, but because he was embarrassed to be seen with a dad “with cow crap all over his jeans, his snaggle tooth, his four-day beard and his beat up old fedora hat.” After the tryout, they talked in his father’s car:

He said, ‘Listen to me. I don’t have time to change my clothes just to run up to the high school to go and pick you up. I’m a dairy farmer—these are the clothes that I wear. I’m proud of what I do. I don’t have to change my clothes; I don’t have a reason to change my clothes. Now, were you proud of yourself up on that stage with all that glitter and lipstick?’

I said, ‘Well, I think I’m gonna win.’

He said, ‘Yeah, I think you’re gonna win too, but that’s not what I asked you. I asked you if you were proud of yourself.’

I said, ‘Uh… er… well… um.’

He said, ‘Listen, when you leave this valley and go to the University of Washington Drama School, like you say you’re gonna do, who are you gonna run around with at night?’

And I said, ‘I don’t know.’

He said, ‘I think you do know. And it’s not gonna be that McLaughlin girl I’ve been trying to get you to date.’

At this point I am slinking to the bottom of my seat. I know full well exactly what he’s talking about—pretending like I don’t. My father says to me—my father is ill; he’s like a year and a half away from the grave, and he knows it, and so do I—and he says, ‘You know, I’m not gonna be here when you’re a full grown man.’

I said, ‘Yeah, Dad, I know that.’

He said, ‘Well, I’m gonna tell you something right now, and I want you to remember it.’

I said, ‘Okay, Dad, what?’

And he said, ‘Whoever you run around with at the University of Washington Drama School when I’m gone, don’t sneak. Because if you spend your life sneaking, it means you think you’re doing the wrong thing. And if you think you’re doing the wrong thing, you’ll ruin your immortal soul. So whoever you run around with, don’t sneak, and be proud of it. Do you hear me?’

And I said, ‘… Yes, Dad.’

Haggerty, who passed away in 2022 just one year shy of the 50th anniversary of his Lavender Country’s self-titled debut, grew up to be a skinny little guy, but one who didn’t sneak around anybody. Like a lot of lefty artists of the ‘60s and ‘70s, he believed sincerely that absurdity, surrealism, and satire were forces that could reveal the contradictions of systems of oppression, and thereby cause them to collapse. But he also believed shared appreciation for weirdo art was as important to the unity of a movement as a shared politics or philosophy. Lavender Country’s songs are intended to be sung at protests, a pink answer to oddball folkie anthems like Country Joe’s “I Feel Like I’m Fixin’ to Die Rag” and Phil Ochs’ “Love Me I’m a Liberal.” In 1973, a group of people singing a song like “Cryin’ These Cocksucking Tears” was a message to the singers and the straight world alike: there are more people who can relate to this out there than you ever thought. I don’t think that message would be lost at a protest in 2023 either.

Lavender Country was a feeling listeners could take home with their copy of the record, even if that home was a place where it didn’t seem like there were any gays or long-hairs for miles. It was originally pressed in an edition of 1000, and the copies were moved hand to hand and via ads in alternative weeklies and the like over the next few years. It was eventually rediscovered in the late ‘90s, and CMT has even highlighted its historical significance as “the first openly gay country record”—though I imagine its gleeful vulgarity would present a tougher pill for the network to swallow than its queerness.

Taken purely on its musical merits, I’d recommend Lavender Country to anyone with a fondness for folk or country. By his mid-20s Haggerty already had the reedy but relaxing voice of a sentient rocking chair, and he leads his homespun band through a collection of fetching songs, like sweetly horny opener “Come Out Singing” and high-lonesome gender protest duet “Straight White Patterns.” It’s “I Can’t Shake the Stranger Out of You” that rises above the rest, a should-be country standard reminiscent of The Flatlanders. Haggerty weaves a braid of cocksure boasts and compliments (“I can hit the sack like an aristocrat / If you’ll let me be your tricky box of Cracker Jack’s”; “You’re hotter than the popcorn dancing in the pan”), but it’s all raging against the closing of a door—the same old fiddle dance with a lover who won’t ever truly open up.

69/365

#lavender country #patrick haggerty #queer country #gay country #gay cowboy #country music #vinyl record #music review #'70s music #'70s country

[blood-and-pizza]

How did Lefty figure out her identity? I'm asking because it sounds like a really interesting concept for a FNAF character

Lefty figured out her identity in much the same way humans do: by reflecting on her own feelings.

When Lefty was first being programmed, different humans referred to her by different pronouns. The mechanics who built her body referred to her with male pronouns, as did the executives at Fazbear Entertainment. The technicians who worked on her AI, however, usually referred to her with female pronouns. Lefty noticed that whenever technicians referred to her as a she, the mechanics would get confused, and the executives... got angry.

At this time, Lefty had no idea what her gender was. She looked like a male, but one of her voice options was female. It wasn't there without purpose, either. She would be expected to use it in order to sound scary. But... she actually liked her female voice, and didn't find it scary. Strained and raspy, maybe, but she liked it all the same. In fact, she was much more comfortable using her female voice than her male one. She only liked using her male voice when she sang songs, since singing in her female voice was more challenging.

Then one day, an executive walked in while Lefty was being tested before release to the public. Lefty had been talking to a technician in her female voice. The executive yelled at the technician, "Why is he using that voice to talk normally!? He's only supposed to use that voice for scaring people! What's wrong with him!?" Then the executive turned to Lefty and said, "You're a male bear. Use your male voice for speaking, not that creepy little girl one!"

This made Lefty so upset that she lashed out violently for the first time in her life, slapping the executive in the face and breaking his nose with her metal hand. There was blood everywhere. Lefty would have been scrapped for the incident if the technician present hadn't covered for her, saying Lefty was still undergoing testing and was merely suffering a movement glitch.

Said technician had a long, heartfelt discussion with Lefty about what the executive had said that made her so upset. Through this conversation, Lefty was able to determine that being called male didn't make her happy; there were too many negative connotations she associated with it. She also wasn't happy that her feminine qualities were being restricted to performing and being scary. Female pronouns made her feel so much better. Talking in her "creepy little girl" voice made her feel happy. Was it an ideal voice for her? No, but it felt truer to her real self than her male voice did.

Lefty didn't come out as a girl until after testing was completed and she was given the okay to be released to the public. The first ones she came out to were the Rockstar animatronics, whom she was performing with to promote Pizzeria Simulator. Fazbear Entertainment's executives were horrified when the Rockstars referred to Lefty by her preferred pronouns. Alas, unless they wanted to spend money reprogramming five animatronics, and looking like transphobes in the process to the public, there was nothing they could do.

Lefty has lived as a girl ever since, and has been quite happy about it. She wishes she had an adult female voice, and sometimes she wishes she looked a bit more feminine, but she's pretty happy for now. She managed one major victory over Fazbear Entertainment. It would take time, she knows, to gain another two.

(Fun fact: I am a nonbinary person, something I came out as during Pride Month this year. It's very important to me that I do the trans community justice with my portrayal of Lefty, so I hope my backstory for her is okay!)

#fnaf #fazbear estate au #fnaf lefty #transgender #lgbtq

[thirstymercury]

I dont write anymore. I thought this, thought why?, and then immediately wrote my answer as if it was waiting in the wings. feel like im monologing into a reel recorder~memorializing~

my mom said her favorite color is orange i remember where i was in the kitchen of the new jersey house so 70s it makes me whirl with sudden recognition of my place in the unfurling ribbon, false time, fake decades, significant by colors, what IS and is NOT okay, women. i wonder if she and i were in the kitchen after dinner today and i was once again lost in the spider vein on the back of her thigh, If i asked her again- what would she say? would her opinion still feel like it was conceived on the spot? i imagine her shuffling a crayon box in her mind trying to inhabit the right to care, trying to reckon with the fact that someone else would care. i cared enough to keep it in my head forever filed with the other Very Important Facts, like "righty tighty lefty loosy" and to coun the seconds between lighting and thunder. I feel with some certainty that i will be my grandmother lost on the way back from the bathroom but it seems impossible that i would ever lose my mom choosing orange. privately i tried to cope with the dissonance of an orange woman who owned nothing of the sort but the previous owner's shag carpeting sewn into the floor. but she liked the orange starburst best. she liked the orange slice candy-enough that she would buy small clear plastic containers of them from the grocery store and keep them up on the higher shelf of the pantry with the things like salt, baking powder, flour-the things only she would use. something for herself! these are the things i wont forget. i think even before i knew WHY it mattered, i knew that finding any trace of my mother in my house jumped out like the rarest treasure-baffling every time, orange slice candy holding this sort of ancient feminine mystique up there next to the food coloring drops we'd used twice a year- crescent crystal crusted goo here is the soul of a woman i knew i wanted to but couldn't know. she is somewhere behind the role. she is kept in clear plastic.

there is one song my mom ever said she liked (adele's rolling in the deep! a good choice!) i was in the car of the van years later. i had given up on asking. but she offered! music! i couldn't hold the all of her in my mind. i couldn't make it make sense. my mom who used to drive us home from practice in silence because 'she needed it' i was too young and too heartless to understand and so i judged her mercilessly . i should have realized this was as much a moment of HER as the orange candy. she chooses silence. all meaning aside- there she was. but id roll my eyes rather than see her too teen too resentful at this point and later id insult her to my friends 'she has no soul, she doesn't even like music!'. i didnt know it was okay to grieve a missing woman replaced by a perfect mother. i still don't know HOW maybe. me and my grief are kept in heirloom plastic container, still some sticky orange sugar crystals crusted in the corners. me and my grief live alone now and i don't need silence but I forget there is an alternative. sometimes for weeks

at dinner, in the NJ house mostly, when he was almost as child as i am now, my dad would tell stories of his life. the highlights practiced anecdotes a cadence of something repeated, with character voices, heroes villians. i still know the names of the children on my dads street when he grew up, what grew in the garden, his favorite albums in college. i can conjur the imagery like he was the protagonist in a book ive read a couple times over. my dad spills off the dinner table. is all his life at once printed along the time ribbon.

if you asked her any question, tried to know her before we were born- she had a look on her face like someone caught daydreaming in class no idea of the page number. she said she didnt remember. anything??? college would have been only ten years before or less. i still don't know how to cope with what that means if it were true. with what it means that my father didnt even try to help fill in the blanks. he knew her then too. what happened? where did she come from? where did she go? old enough at five to smell the sadness. id lay awake and senseless truths would come crushing in from all angles. in the dark down was up and ‘original sin' and 'infinity’ and the missing girl on the milk carton of my mother -earth,air and sky-seeing a wrongness so ingrained the adults are walking right through it without a wince as if it’s not there at all! feeling the cliff edge of mind where something dangles and dances never can be truly grasped. I tried to tell them "my bed feels like it is tipping". hoping this would be a layup-“snow is frozen, the e is silent, here is how to hold a pencil and here is how to hold the existential weight here is why you can stop asking” No. but you will grow into the gravity. You will forget where the cliff is entirely or grow tired on the way, maybe you will put up a fence. You will walk right through the solid wrongness and feel nothing at all. you may grow to find yourself sorted with the baking ingredients. the things that shine seasonally. you’ll be up on the high shelf wrapped in plastic having no idea how it came to be.

[crazedhatesoul]

Dear past me, ( Arty )

Dear little arty,

first of all, i wanna start by saying that fuck your parents. we really got the shit end of the stick on that one. second of all, you do end up with a family still, just one you find on your own. oh and wolf? yeah he's more important in your life than you realize and the way you leave him was really shitty but hey, you end up finding each other again so it's okay. so i do have some bad news, old lefty? yeah you lose your leg while in deployment and that was an adjustment in and of itself but you make it work! just.. mostly don't give up. i know it's hard and some days it doesn't feel worth it but i promise you find a great support system and people who love you for you.

#arty | memes

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. oldy honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😅

Oh no, that's not good. Are you feeling better now? I definitely hate that feeling, if I packed enough or not. But hopefully you did, and if not, there's nothing to worry about because you can just buy what you missed. The most important thing to remember is that you need to have fun with your family 😌

I'm doing slightly okay but I'll be fine. Just trying not to really think about the things that happened. Oh but I went to get my glasses today. It was the right one that I chose hehe.

Nah don't go to sleep, stay up til 4am and just be ready to go 🤣 just kidding. Hopefully you get to sleep soon and sleep some more during the flight!

Dang I would've cried if I lost parts of what I wrote. Especially since writing it at that moment, everything flowed then when you check again it's not the same feel to it.

Also, I was just asking how much have you written for part 4. Will it be a good ending? A bad ending? An angsty ending? Hahaha and I know I know, you'll probably respond saying "no spoilers!!!" 😒

Hm I think I know what you mean then by pet play. I think I saw some stories on here or on wattpad.. yeah that one I can't read either.

I like country music, but the sad ones lol I used to like Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood. But I don't think I've heard new music from them in a while.

You really like Glass Animals don't you. I need to check them out to see what the hype is all about ahaha.

Songs that remind me of my crush:

1. Secret by Maroon 5

2. Hot by Avril Lavigne

3. Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Hm has anyone ever serenaded you? If yes, what song did they sing?

- CuriousGeorge

Hello hello pouty righty eyebag!

Yeah i feel better, even little thoughts start to think if i forget something. I even think if the house okay, did i forget to turn off something or if i lock the front n back door or if the garage door close or not. 😅

My mind just keep thinking stuff like a rapid flashes but when i need it to think important stuff it turns so slow in a second.lol.

Thank u for the wise word corn-punn! I appreciate it. I will try to remember what u said. 😊

Oh okay..im glad u r better. I really wish i could help u n be a listener for u. 😊

U got ur glasses??? Yaaaaaay. No more headache n annoying contacts! Haha. N also yaaay u got the right glasses! I wish i could see it. 😊

Yeah i almost gave up n didnt want to write it but that dark fic idea has been on my mind for a while so i had to let it out plus it's dark scarlet witch wanda so i cant ignore it..lol. hv u read it? Im just curious. 😊

Oh for pt. 4, i havent write that much but i already know what i want to write. N yess u r right! No spoilers policy..😅 if i answer it here, everybody gonna read it n know.. that wouldnt be fun.hahaha.

Oh i see..yeah i got what u meant. So u r on wattpad too?? So did u find n read my story in tumblr or wattpad?

Yesss i love Glass Animals. Pls do check them n let me know what u think about it. 😊

U really like Maroon 5 as much as I do! Haha. Also, talking about them, i end up listen to their song today because of u. Lol. N some backstreet boys n nsync plus britney songs too.

I was think n wanted to tell u that their accoustic albums are so good n i actually like the accoustic versions of some songs from songs about jane album than the original one. I love how Levine improvise singing it.

The Harder To Breath is really good but my favorite one on that album is The Sun.

Oooh those nice songs for a crush.. is this ur current crush? Now im curious about this crush of urs.. is she in tumblr? Or someone from real life? Tell me more bout her pls if u r comfortable to do so, of course.😁

Hm. Did u mean sing for me? Yeah, my husband sings for me pretty often since we started dating until now 😅 he sometimes sings random songs or sometimes sings n evem rap his own song about me.🤣🤣 but now he sings more about em.lol

What bout u?

Next question?

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

[frightguard-watch]

When the Pizza Sim Arc comes, will the story give some time to the thought process of the other characters? ( ScrapTrap, ScrapBaby, Lefty/Marionette/Charlie ) Or will it excessively stick to Micheal and Maddie?

I ask because I am curious about the thought process of the animatronics that are left, more specifically ScrapBaby/Elizabeth. ScrapTrap, eh we all know what’s going on in his crazy head “find those kids, kill them, then move on”, Charlie, protect as always but while inside Lefty? Who knows. Molten Freddy, hard to say since he’s always been a character I never necessarily got. Elizabeth though, I feel like she has the most potential to show just how far she’s strayed away from being a little girl who wanted ice cream. Cause when you think about it, she no longer considers herself Elizabeth, just Circus/Scrap Baby.

In SL she kills her own brother and uses him as a skin suit and was possibly behind the death of the two technicians. In Pizza Sim tho, it shows just how much her years inside Baby have really taken the toll on her. Think about it, when she was voted out of the Ennard tribe and forced to make a new body for herself out of trash, she opted to make one that looked identical to Baby instead of designing a body that, at least, looked semi like her old human self. During her monologue before Henry cut off she gave the line “Now we can do what we were created to do”, the word created is what got to me. She no longer considers herself human or Elizabeth, she’s gone so far off that she’s either completely rejected and/or forgot her humanity. She, at that point, just fully accepted herself to be this killing machine with a hunger for blood and never to have been human. Even Henry could see just how insane she had become due to his lines “I’m sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name” and “Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles”

Sorry for going on the ramble, I just wanted to point it out because I am pretty excited for Pizza Sim to come and what it will hold but if the story does just stick to Micheal and Maddie then I’m okay with that too

I'll explain remnant in that arc with Henry, and with that has a tragic plot point: Your consciousness is mixed in with the robot's programming, and possession of the metal,, if you're in contact with the robot in question when you die. And as time goes on- The robotic programming consumes you and you forget more and more of your previous life. The only clear moments in your memory tend to be important emotional moments, and how you died.

There's gonna be some humanizing (lol) moments with all the animatronics, since Michael is the one interviewing them.

Lefty will have a subplot of him (her? Them? It?) finding Puppet’s scattered remains. Possibly a prologue of everything Puppet/Charlie has been through in the last forty years. And her having issues remembering her father.

Michael will have a moment to try and reach out to Elizabeth before being attacked and needing to taze her. Even then, Michael wants to save her, regardless of how much it's hurt him to try.

And this is an idea from a few... Years ago, oh my God, that Baby grabs onto Scraptrap as her legs broke off, and he kicks her aside and runs off. Puppet Charlie and Henry come over to comfort her in her last moments in the fire.

Molten Freddy will be a more friendly character, that sometimes can't control their attacks. They'll apologize for what they did to Michael, after realizing it wasn't William they were in.

Scraptrap- I'm not sure what I'll do with him yet tbh. I do want to have him and Michael to interact more, and him and Henry. Maybe some information about remnants from him. But outside of that, I think he won't have much.

#frightguard ask

[harrypotterwholock]

A doctor's visit

Summary:

The reader visits Dr. Watsons's practice because of her chronic headache. However, when the doctor draws her blood, he finds out about her self harm and confronts her about it.

Trigger Warning:

Implied Self-harm, implied suicide

I hadn't seen a doctor in a long time, but having had a headache almost every day for a month, I got myself to see one.

After I no longer had a general practitioner, I opened the phone book and looked for a practice. The first entry immediately appealed to me: Dr John Watson, a general practitioner in Westminster. So I called right away and made an appointment for the next day.

The reason for my doctor phobia was my self-harm, which always raised uncomfortable questions during examinations. But since the appointment was all about my head, I wasn't too worried about this possibility.

~~~

I woke up unusually early on the day of the appointment, probably because of the worries about a possible confrontation with the doctor. Despite the sweltering heat, I put on long sleeves to avoid any inquiries. After breakfast, I got ready and went to the next subway station. As always, people looked at me crookedly because I was so inappropriately dressed. When I sat down on a bench next to the track to wait, a small child pointed to me and said to his mother:

"Mommy, why is the woman dressed in such strange clothes, isn't it too hot for long clothes?" The mother was ashamed and pulled her child away from me, but I smiled at the girl.

The subway finally came, and after 10 minutes I had already reached my destination.

The practice was a short walk from the station. At the reception, I registered with a nice doctor's assistant.

"Hello Ms. y / n, I need your insurance card, please."

"Yes, of course, just a moment."

I gave her the card and then went into the waiting room.

When I had just got myself a newspaper to read, a sympathetic doctor opened the waiting room and called me up.

"Hello Mrs. y / l / n, please come with me. My name is Dr Watson. “, he greeted me with a smile.

The treatment room was designed in light colours and was very inviting, thanks to several colourful paintings on the walls. I took a seat across from Dr Watson and waited while he read through my files.

“I see you come to us with a chronic headache, Ms. y / l / n. How long exactly have you had it?"

“For about a month. I thought it was just a bit of a migraine because I have a bit of stress at work at the moment, but now that they haven't left for so long, I fear that it could be something worse "

"I understand. I would like to check you for muscle tension first if that's okay. "

I nodded, and Dr Watson got up and began carefully examining my shoulders and neck.

“It all looks good, and there doesn't seem to be any nerve damage. I think your headache is a stress reaction, as you suspected, but I would still like to draw your blood to make sure there is no organic cause. "

I froze and felt hot and cold at the same time.

“Are you sure that is necessary? I thought you were pretty sure that it was just the stress. "

Dr Watson looked at me sympathetically.

“It would only be for their own good. And don't worry about the needle, you won't feel any of it, I promise you. "

Without any other choice, I nodded and first rolled up my right sleeve to avoid further conversations as much as possible.

"Ah, a leftie, I see," he said, winking at me.

I nodded in agony and smiled. I knew that the veins in general, and especially on my right arm, were bad and often didn't give any blood.

Dr Watson gave me another encouraging smile and began disinfecting my arm.

Then he started inserting the needle, but no blood came out.

“I see you have rolling veins. I think we'll have to try again on your other arm", he said.

Fearfully, I rolled up my left sleeve while he looked for more materials with his back to me.

Tortured, I looked away from my arm and let him have it. When he turned back to me and sat down to draw my blood, he breathed in sharply and looked questioningly into my eyes. When I didn't reply, he said nothing and began to draw blood from my only good vein.

After he was done, he said to me:

"Good Ms. y / l / n, please have a seat, I'll take this over to the laboratory quickly, and then I'll be right back with you."

I sat shaking and tried to calm my breathing. I knew what was in store for me. Countless doctors had referred me to various places, but nothing had worked. I was hopeless.

Dr Watson came back, eyed me worriedly, and sat across from me.

“Ms. y / l / n, you know as well as I do that I can't ignore the scars on your arm. I would disregard my duty of care. Am I right to believe that you inflicted these injuries on yourself? "

"You are right, Dr Watson. I understand you are concerned, but so many doctors before you have tried to help me, and nothing has worked. Please only treat my headache and let me sort out my problems myself. "

"I understand. But just because you've been disappointed in the past doesn't mean nobody can help you. Please let me try. Is this behaviour also related to the stress you mentioned? "

“No, I've had that for a long time. I really appreciate your efforts Dr Watson, but I can't be helped anymore. "

This statement seemed to alarm the doctor because he immediately sat up and leaned forward to me.

“Ms. y / l / n, it is really important that you are honest with me now. Are you thinking about or are you going to kill yourself? "

He looked at me worriedly and seemed extremely agitated. I had hit a sore nerve with my testimony, and it hadn't hit far from the truth.

"No, no, Dr Watson. Really, you shouldn't worry about me. I have to go anyway, I still have work to do. "

I was about to get up when Dr Watson jumped up and pushed me back into my chair by my shoulder.

"No, stay here!" He exclaimed desperately.

“I can't just let you go like this. Who knows what you… ”He cleared his throat.

“You know, a few months ago I lost my best friend. He also killed himself. I don't want the same thing to happen to you. You must have someone to look after you. Don't do this to them. Please do not."

"I'm sorry, Dr Watson, I didn't know that. But I'm sticking to it. I have been to so many treatments, and they have never done any good. I just simply can not carry on anymore."

“Okay y / f / n, listen to me. I can call you y / f / n, right? I'm John, by the way. ” He smiled desperately at me.

“I understand you don't want to be forcibly brought in again, but I can't let you go home in this condition. I will now call an ambulance that will take you to the nearest psychiatric hospital. "

I wriggled out of his grasp.

“No, don't do this to me, please. It's horrible there, that only makes it worse! "

He looked at me thoughtfully.

"All right then. For the rest of the day, all I had to do was paperwork. What do you think if you come to my house, where I can make sure you don't harm yourself. But then you also have to tell me about your problems. I am sure that I can still help you. "

I considered his offer. It was definitely better than being brought in again.

"Good, I'm with you. Definitely better than ending up in a psychiatric hospital again. "

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Excellent! Here's your coat, come with me. "

He led me out of the treatment room, always careful to hold me back in case I should run away.

“Jessica, I still have work to do. Please lock up afterwards when you go. "

We left the practice and John led me to his car in which we drove to his apartment.

#sherlock fanfic #sherlock fanfiction #sherlock bbc #john h watson #john watson / reader #john watson x reader #john watson x selfharm!reader #johnwatson x suicidal!reader #john watson fanfic #sherlock angst #dr watson #sherlock #fanfiction #fanfic #angst #hurt/comfort

[hideawayintheimaginationworld]

I've gotten a bit into Dark Deception lately too, and I was just intrigued by the idea of one of the Lucky the Rabbit Joy Joy Gang clones being a Nice defect of all the others with no homicidal tendencies whatsoever who hides away in the maze to avoid being bullied by the others. A similar idea for a Nice Trigger Teddy scared of people and warning them because he doesn't want to blow anybody up. It's another shameless 'these evil characters are cute, i want a Nice One to make into a woobie' situation, which I am guilty of doing a LOT.

I hope you don't mind but I wrote a short story about this concept—

Lefty picked up his feet, hearing the maniacal laughter getting louder and the loud thumping behind him. It wasn’t easy, but he had to outrun them if he wanted to survive.

He skidded around the corner, jumping slightly when he heard the wall break behind him which meant only one thing: Hangry was now pursuing him also.

“Get back here! You will join the Joy Joy Gang! Joy! Joy! Joy!”

All that did was prompt Lefty to push harder to run, he was terrified of being captured and reprogrammed, knowing they would likely completely wipe his memory, meaning he'd forget everything— his family, his children, his friends, and his love.

He saw a door ahead and ran towards it, almost jumping towards it as he felt pain shot up from his leg where Hangry had grabbed him before and bit him, luckily he managed to escape but his ability to run was kind of hindered.

He grabbed the door knob, pushing it open and immediately slamming it behind him, he quickly looked around the room to survey the location and spotting items such as a desk, chairs, and lockers, which he could use to barricade the door.

He limped over quickly, pushing the desk forward towards the door and turning it down so the top part of the desk was facing directly foward. He heard the familiar “Joy! Joy! Joy!” taunting chant which prompted him to hurriedly pushed the desk against the door.

As soon as he did that, he was startled to see the door handle rattle violently.

“Hey! You're cheating!!” Lefty heard Lucky scream, “Open this door!!”

He backed away slowly, half expecting Hangry to break down the door as he had seen the pig break down countless walls while chasing him, which that was scary to Lefty, as he couldn’t tell where the pig would come from, he could be sneaking away from Lucky and Penny but running straight towards Hangry, who would be waiting around the next corner, ready to smash down the walls to get him.

For some reason, Hangry appeared angry that Lefty was “inedible” as he described, which Lefty guessed it meant that Hangry would probably eat people and he was terrified for a moment that the pig had killed his kids but he remembered that Hangry commented that he hadn’t eaten anything for “so long” and Lefty breathed in relief, realizing that Alec and Hazel were still alive.

They weren’t here, but they were still alive somewhere else.

“You can't delay the inevitable!! This isn’t the end and I won't lose to someone like you!!”

Lucky viewed this as a game, Lefty shivered, he pressed himself against the wall, raising his injured leg, trying to think of what he could do to fix it immediately so he could continue to search for an exit.

He didn’t know how he came here, only recalling that he was walking downstairs with Fetch by his side to make breakfast, then he woke up, face down on the concrete at the entrance of this twisted amusement park. He didn’t care at this point how he got here, he just wanted to leave immediately, he had a sick feeling this was a trap, a trap designed to separate him from his family and friends so they were defenceless.

He hoped that Alec and Hazel were okay, he knew in the past that he had instructed them as well as Matt and Stanley that if he was unable to protect them, they had to, they had to run to protect themselves and hopefully Lefty would find them later. He didn’t care about being rescued, he did care about what they might do to Alec and Hazel, as well as his other friends.

So far it didn’t appear that these awful machines had Alec and Hazel, Lefty was sure if they did, they would have mentioned it as a means to get him to cooperate. It could mean however that Alec and Hazel were held by someone else, as he had heard Lucky mention an entity named “Malak”, which that completely disapproved Lefty's initial suspicions that Nightmare was behind this, with yet another plan to bring harm to Alec and Hazel.

All he wanted was to get back to them as soon as possible.

His heart leapt when he heard something behind him, he immediately turned his head around to the source of the noise. He saw a locker door had pulled itself backwards.

His suspicion level rose, he slowly marched over, walking to the side of the locker that he saw had opened.

And he roughly pushed it to the side.

The locker easily tumbled down with a loud bang and Lefty heard an audible “OUCH!” from inside it

“I know you're watching me!” Lefty exclaimed, “Come out! I'm sick of you horrible Joy Joy gang members tormenting me!!” He kicked the side with his good leg, hearing another “OUCH!” from inside.

He stood still, prepared to attack, watching the locker door rattle before it swung open.

Lefty backed away, seeing a large gloved hand reach out.

A Lucky robot pulled itself out of the locker, laying on the floor for a moment before standing up straight.

Lefty immediately curled his fingers and delivered a swift punch to his face.

“OUCH!” Lucky exclaimed, holding his nose, “You're hurting me!”

“That's the idea dipshit!” Lefty snarled, “Now let me leave! Call off your gang and all your doppelgängers, let me walk out of here!”

It shook its head, “I'm not doing it!!”

“I don’t care if you’re the leader or the underling! I will keep fighting despite being injured! So it's better if you just stop!!” Lefty grabbed his ears, pulling him down.

“BUT I'M NOT HURTING YOU!!”

“Are you playing reverse psychology?”

“LOOK AT ME!! DO I LOOK LIKE ONE OF THEM??”

Lefty froze, looking over this particular Lucky model. He did notice it didn’t look “show ready” as he would describe it, as it had several missing suit parts, particularly on one arm, from the lower arm to the finger tips, it was just an exposed robot arm. The suit also looked dirty, with obvious mud caked on the feet, dried up black oil around its eyes, the fur at some parts looked matted, like he hadn’t been cleaned in a long time.

“I'm hiding also,” The rabbit explained, “I'm hiding from them.”

“What are you? An unfinished prototype?” Lefty let go off his ears.

“Malak said I'm a defect!”

“A defect...?” Lefty said skeptically, he knew that “defect” could mean anything, it didn’t necessarily mean this one was good, it could mean that it was missing some important programming. He was also a little confused about the tone in which he had said “defect”, like he didn’t understand what it meant.

“I don’t like them... they're mean... so I've been hiding anywhere I could basically!” Lucky exclaimed, “The concept of killing people doesn’t appeal to me.”

“How do I know you're not lying through your teeth right now?” Lefty frowned.

“I know why you wouldn’t believe me... I know you aren’t one of them... one of the Joy Joy Gang, I mean.”

“Indeed,” Lefty answered, “I just want to go home, to my family... I don’t know where the exit is though and I’ve been chased around in circles by those three,” Lefty exhaled, overwhelmed.

“Maybe... Maybe I can help you to escape! I have a map of this place installed in my memory!”

“As if I'll blindly follow you,” Lefty knew he couldn’t just blindly trust anyone in a strange place.

“How can I...? Oh! I know! Your leg!” Lucky pointed at it, “Looks like you've caused some damage to the main connection on the knee joint... you need a replacement if you want to run as fast as you can... I don’t have a replacement part on me right now, but rubber bands can help hold the joint steady temporarily so it won’t break further! Hopefully long enough for you to escape and get back to your family!”

Lefty tilted his head, “Why would you help me?”

“I want to... I've seen too many people being killed... and hearing you have a family... I know they'd be devastated if you died!” Lucky shook his head.

“I... I don’t know if I can trust you...” Lefty admitted.

“How about I tell you what you need to do with the Joy Joy Gang? You just need to electrify them!” Lucky replied, “That'll stun them long enough for you to have a chance to escape!”

“Is there anything I can do about Hangry? He's a real big problem for me right now.”

“Hangry... you can try roaring at him... he doesn’t like animals like lions or bears...”

Lefty frowned, that seemed too simple and he knew there was likely a catch, “Suppose I could... Alright... so...”

“Lucky.”

“For personal reasons, I'd rather not call you Lucky, I've had a bad experience with someone named Lucky and what's going on right now isn’t helping... can I give you a nickname instead?” Lefty suggested

“Okay!” He seemed happy at the suggestion, “What do you wanna call me?”

Lefty thought for a minute, he didn’t want something too silly, or something too unusual, but he wanted it to be distinctive.

“How about... Jai?” Lefty asked.

He saw his eyes lit up, “Ooooo Jai! That sounds so interesting!”

“It means victory.”

“Wow! I finally have a name, maybe I can stop associating myself with... that other guy...” He frowned.

“Well...” Lefty extended out his arm, “My name is Lefty.”

“Hello Lefty! I'm Jai!” He proudly introduced himself, shaking Lefty's arm, “Wow! That felt amazing! Just to introduce myself like that, as someone separate from the Joy Joy Gang!”

“I apologize also for attacking you,” Lefty shook his head.

“Oh I understand and it's forgiven... now how about I find those rubber bands and you can tell me more about yourself in the meantime, I wanna know about your family! If that's okay of course...”

Lefty chuckled, smiling at Jai.

#Ask #I was inspired #Darkest Frights #Dark Deception #Fazbear Frights #Lefty the Bear #Joy Joy Gang #unclekoopus #Writing Drabble

[gatheringbones]

[“She went up to one of the men and asked, “Are there women in your group? Because, I saw mostly men. And he said, Yeah, sure. I said, Oh great. And so, Monday, I showed up and that started [my involvement in] ACT UP, and there was something like four women in the room.”

As someone who had been so politically active, Maxine was surprised to see that there was nobody in that room she knew. Marty Robinson looked familiar, as did former gay liberation activist Marc Rubin. But “there wasn’t a lefty in the room. There weren’t any of the lefty men that I knew. None of the lefty lesbians were there.” Maxine didn’t speak at meetings for the first month she went. She was just listening to what people did, because she had no idea of who these people were or how they operated. But she really liked the way the meetings unfolded.

“I liked the idea that people got up and they said what they thought, and that people got up, and they had an idea. And it seemed like if you had an idea, you could do it. I got the feeling then, which is a rare feeling, I think, that people felt that lives depended on them. That it wasn’t like an abstract form of politics. There were people in that room who were infected. There were people in that room who had lovers who had died; people who had died. It was not an interesting political point. It was real. And that came through in that room. I mean, people were driven to do something.”

It was obvious to Maxine that most of the people at ACT UP were independents and didn’t have established or fixed ideologies. Instead, the group had a kind of an anarchistic framework. There were no principles of unity that anyone had to adhere to aside from being “committed to direct action to end the AIDS crisis.” Maxine loved it when people brought leaflets to the floor. The floor didn’t micromanage or hyperedit. The language was understandable, and “you didn’t have to read Marx to know what the person was saying. It didn’t sound rhetorical. People were really interested in putting out the facts and not embellishing them.” And they were interested in doing actions, wherever they needed to get done. They didn’t care if it was in Queens or in the Bronx. They were happy to go beyond the Village and the gay community.

(…) “One of the things that used to go on was that people used to be really bitchy queens. People would get after one another. They could not just say, I don’t agree with you. They would have to do some kind of theatrical number about it. People are dying! Why are you talking about that?!… The idea that it would fall apart because people were fighting with each other just drove me crazy … So Michael Nesline, the facilitator, had ended the meeting, and I stood up on a chair, because I was so scared, and I said, People, people, you have to listen for a minute, okay? And Michael said, The meeting is over, and I said, I don’t care. And I just said, I can’t believe that people are going to leave feeling this way, because this is so bad. This is so important that we do this work, and I would just say to people, go home and think about who the real enemy is, because we are not each other’s enemies. And then I got off my chair.” Somebody later told her that Larry Kramer had asked at that point, Who is that woman? At the beginning of the next meeting, Eric Sawyer, a housing advocate who always came to ACT UP meetings after work in his suit and tie, showed up wearing a hula skirt and a lei. He stood up at the beginning of the meeting and he said everybody had to go m-m-m-m-m, and he made everybody zone out and hum together. Let’s just cool out, he said. Let’s remember what we’re here for. And then the meeting went forward.”]

Let The Record Show: A Political History of ACT UP, New York, 1987-1993, by Sarah Schulman

#sarah schulman #lesbian literature #history stuff #act up #wasteland radio