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ratellini · 1 year
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new character means new home plate build 👍
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theshadowrealmitself · 6 months
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I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them
People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human
“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”
“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”
“Yeah!!”
“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”
“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“
“How illogical”
“That’s what I’m saying!!!”
#star trek#Vulcans#Humans#not based on a specific thing#but I used to know this annoying couple that were ‘family friends’#who would show up to potluck dinners and the like and would either bring nothing or bring something really just. out of left field?#like a bag of frozen chicken to a bbq#and then proceed to make sure they are first even if it was stated to let kids go first#would take HUGE amounts before anyone else got a chance to get a plate#and then make off with the leftovers again even if they were already claimed for#and it wasn’t a food insecurity thing trust me I would never speak bad about a person getting food if that was even a remote chance#the adults who raised us knew them really well and we’d been to their house a ton of times#they were just dicks#and yeah. they’d occasionally insult the food. while eating the MAJORITY of it.#it was so weird at their home they would go out of their way to get the healthiest options possible#you know the really bland tasteless expensive stuff that apparently was healthier#but then if they were visiting our house they would. eat all our unhealthy snacks.#that always pissed me off so much as a kid because we actually had a food insecurity thing going on#and also a variety of other reasons that are a bit too depressing to bring up on this post#but anyways we’d hardly ever get to have nice snacks#and this couple would just take them all??? even after we’d tell them repeatedly that it was ours and those snacks weren’t gonna be#replaced#hated that couple#if you’re wondering why they were ‘family friends’ it’s because the couple who raised us#(it feels weird to type it out like that but apparently legal guardians doesn’t fit since they never finished petitioning 💀)#liked having them around because it made them look like ‘such great Christian’s’ being nice to the people#that no one else wanted to be friends with#I always thought that was a really weird and fucked up reason to be friends with someone#this got long sorry 😭
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kcjhutchins · 1 year
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Work Story Time: The Umpire and the Bat
Way back when I was young, one of my first jobs was as an umpire. A great little job to ease me into the working world… sort of. Anyways, I came to one of the games as usual and met with the other two umpires. One of them was a friend of mine and the other I worked with before. Both these guys were doing this job longer than me. Remember that cause it’ll be important later. So, in most situations the most senior of the umpires is supposed to go behind home plate. However, neither of them wanted to do it. I, who wants to get the job done, volunteered for the duty.
I’d say we were halfway through the game. Dust in the air, people cheering, and a general sense of enjoyment by all. Nobody showed ill will towards anyone, but enjoyed the game as they should. Keep in mind these were little kids playing. One came stumbling over to the plate. I was minorly concerned the kid would hit himself as he tried to take practice swings! The coach came over to steady and reteach him. A nod of assurance led the batter to the plate. I readied myself to watch as the pitcher wound up. The ball came down the plate and WHAM!
My helmet vibrated and eyes went blurry for a moment. I steadied my legs as I tried not to fall forward on the catcher. An audible “Ooo” of sympathy rolled through the crowd… only broken by my word calling “Time!” The back of my head was throbbing for the batter had hit me in the back of the head. I walked off the field trying to steady myself. I stumbled a bit while groaning and growling from the pain. Rubbing the back of my head, I made sure there was no blood. A parade of people came to check on me. First was the two coaches who patted me on the back for taking the hit. The head of the umpire association (My boss) was the next to show up. Seeming a bit more worried than the rest and offered to give me free food for the rest of the week. Finally, my fellow umpires came to check on me. Knowing I was fine at this point, they were giggling to themselves. I asked them what was so funny? They responded that both of them didn’t want the home plate duty for they were worried about getting hit by the ball… but now they were afraid of bats!
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I strongly dislike that baseball diamond metaphor for physical intimacy.
There’s no place on the field for us who haven’t been drafted or have never left the dugout, so to speak
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xx-sketchy-xx · 1 month
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this is how it went right?
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qep0ermint · 9 days
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Good day to everyone. I'm going to take the exam tomorrow, they'll check my website, I'm worried ><
I didn't have much time for creativity, sometimes I make small sketches in a sketchbook. I made Wally's plate last month, I forgot to show it here. It's a little cracked, but that's okay
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There are also sketches and a small figure of Wally made of airy plasticine
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alvarezimaging · 2 years
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spookynaught · 5 months
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Yaaaay, Rody found his girlfriend and brought her home in one bag piece! Happy ending!
This time she will be all ears (unless ears are in different trashbag) when Rody plays his collection of records!
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yourtipsygrandma · 1 year
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Encountered in the wild
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ch1zzie · 2 months
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Board, night time doodles welcome home but it's something I dunnoooo
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Frank and eddie but deadplate (or deadplate but frank and eddie?) [Just finished doodle]
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Why bro ourple😭 Julie ourple [yesterday doodle]
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And uh wally the killer [doodle from two or three day ago or something]
Bonus
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Ok I go sleep time
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yourcoffeeguru · 2 months
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Gems of Tasmania Cat Kitten Theme Miniature Dish Decorative Plate Gold Trim || SWtradepost - ebay
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laundrycannon · 2 months
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Pea on a Plate and Records
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Some interesting imagery here.
ALSO!!! On the About Welcome Home page there are all the character's spinning records gifs but Wally's doesn't line up correctly with the others:
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Tournament starts on MONDAY! Tune back in to start casting your votes for the goodest boy!
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promniight · 2 years
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I DONT THINK YOU GUYS GET IT. IM OBSESSED.
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ghouljams · 10 months
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me going through all of your cowboy!ghost writing giggling knowing my grandpa who raised me had the same government name as price and I’ve lived in the south my whole life with my little country accent. This is pure dopamine
Aaaaaah this makes me so happy to hear!!! Cowboy!Ghost is such a sucker for a country accent, he is truly living his best life as a ranch hand. No one can tell me he wasn't made for mommas to dote on, absolutely swarmed at the potluck. Actually hold on...
You lost Simon pretty much as soon as you set your 9x13 of chess bars on the folding table. He'd grumbled enough about being dragged here you thought he'd at least stay close by. Your daddy was already on his second cup of sweet tea, chatting with one of the neighbors, Soap's bothering his nun, Gaz is raiding the burnt ends, where the hell is your boyfriend?
You only spot him because he's a solid head taller than the woman surrounding him. You have never seen someone look so utterly uncomfortable and utterly at peace in your life. He already has a full plate and you've been here less than a minute. One of the women pats his arm, another reaches up to pinch his cheek, all of them cooing over what a fine young man he is. You press your lips into a thin line to keep from laughing.
He thanks them quietly, the barest hint of a smile on his lips. You can almost feel them vibrating at his accent.
"You're a long way from home, doesn't your mother worry about you?" One of them asks. Simon's eyes dart to meet yours.
"She's gone," You mouth "ma'am" at him, reminding him to be polite, "Ma'am." He looks back at the ladies who all nod their heads quietly, taking a moment for him.
"Well," Another starts, her voice drawing the attention of all the others, "I'm sure she'd be glad we found you then, with how thin you are." At that you do laugh, watching the confusion on Simon's face as all of them nod solemnly. As if they hadn't been admiring his muscle two seconds ago.
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cuubism · 6 months
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saw a post the other day, can't remember if it was tumblr or reddit, but it was like 'picky eaters are always characterized as only eating fries and chicken nuggets. what about us picky eaters who only like things like sushi and tiramisu, we exist'
anyway that's human dream
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