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o0-marsarts-0o · 10 months
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Her Vespa broke down so he came to pick her up
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xlycorisxradiatax · 1 month
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Well...
The reference from Twitter/X:
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Sadly, the user from Twitter deleted this photo from their post.
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kala-basaa · 2 months
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💌 Time to exchange valentines!~ 💌
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❤️💚🧡
I realize this is a few weeks late but that's just the way things go around here 😤😮‍💨
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primarvelous · 10 months
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[original post date: 02/09/22]
too much of anything, even sleep, huh?
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sunnydayroleplay · 6 months
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What is your headcanon on what Joseph Cullman was like before he was trying be a better person? Was he doing illegal activities or something bad? What was his day to day like as the old Joseph Cullman? What was the old Joseph Cullman like as a person and wat made Joseph want to be a better person?
Before I continue this head-cannon, yes I am back loves! And for good this time. It's been awhile, I've been super duper busy, but that's not gonna stop me from now on. I'll be posting on the weekends and the occasional Friday! (Or whenever I feel like it during the week) Thanks for the continuous support despite all that!! Now with that said...
Contents Inside: Joseph Cullman, Mentions of Drug/Substance Abuse, Alcohol, Child Abuse, and other sensitive topics.
18- DNI, this is a NSFW post and so is the game it is based off of. This is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games.
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From what we can interpret in the video tapes of his interview, we learn that he was a "rebellious" child in his high-school years. Getting a tattoo, a few for that matter that are rather obviously large. It'd be surprising if his parents didn't notice a thing.
But before we can ask why that is, we have the question of:
Why is Joseph so rebellious and reckless in the first place?
Any good ol' fashioned Southern American family would teach their children some common manners, right? Or despite the undertones of possible racism and homophobia that were very common and still undergoing a "wipe-out" in a time where that would occur, children were still taught to treat their own kind how they'd want to be treated.
Now, I have talked a tad bit about Joseph's childhood and backstory before, which can be found here. (I also already sorta answered half your questions, but I wanted more detail in this post.)
To sum it up, I suspected that Joseph wasn't always this "bad child" that he always seems to hint at. He had good loving parents, a good school life, and plenty of good influences on his young, curious nature. He was nurtured but protected against the world that young children don't need to know about yet. But like an unfortunate amount of marriages, they all lead to disaster. Financial struggles appear. Maybe some ongoing infidelity, addiction. The marriage just got rocky, and the moment the curtains were closed, it was just one argument to the next.
"His parents couldn't afford to have a kid anymore. So they started neglecting him. Putting him up for adoption was a no-go. What would their parents think. Or all their peers the next time they got a job and suddenly everything went alright? They'd be right back to where they once were."
The moment Josephs parents began to neglect and ignore him, Joseph was oh so young, but old enough to comprehend that this is a life or death situation for him. He learned this via abuse. Whether it was his mother belittling and destroying anything that made Joseph chuckle remotely, or his father coming home from work drunk and letting off some steam on him.
"With the constant shitty home life, his school life was affected enormously. His grades went down, and he just got around with the wrong people. He was like any "out of place" child. All he truly wanted was attention and some sort of leverage to lean against. Someone to just listen because he's used to being ignored."
(Read the post, because I now realize I don't know how to summarize)
With that "summarized", we now know what his childhood was most likely. Take this with a grain of salt.
In the "Bad Yogurt" Ending, Jack says “You’ve changed. You’re clean now. You can be whatever you wanna be.” Leading me to believe that Joseph followed after his fathers footsteps. Alcohol and addiction to drugs. In the interview where we learned about how Joseph got his tattoos, which was in his high school years. Because of this I've come up with another headcanon/scenario.
Because Joseph was forced to grow up too fast, and practically raise himself, he's a smart kid. He doesn't believe he is, but he's truly a smart and talented kid. Though papers and his grades say otherwise, Joseph could turn everything around in a minute or two if he chose too. However, due to the gravitational decline on his mental health and home life, he started to underage drink, and get his hands on any drug that was available for him.
One day, Joseph and his 'crew' got invited to a house party. It's late, there's drinks, lights, music, and everything is fired up. After long joyous hours and a couple twenty shots, Joseph is fuuuucked up. Passed out on the couch. You wanna know what people do when they're young and drunk? They do irreversible stupid shit. Joseph got his lovely arm statements by either being so passed out that his friends decided that this would be a perfect canvas to paint on, or he was "consciously" agreeing to this work of art we see on his character sprites.
With a soft opening to the wounds of his childhood and teenage years, how was adulthood like? I doubt it wouldn't be easy, or that he could get away with more things as easier. I feel like Joseph chose to be a better person compared to his old self because of the fact that life would be even more shittier as it continued and that despite saying he wishes he would die, he's just as afraid of death as his 10 year old self. So, if he wanted to live a better life for himself and regain his sensitivity of self again, he had to fix himself up.
To answer your question of "Was he doing illegal activities or something bad?" Your answer is yes, and here's a list.
-As said before, alcoholism starting at age 16.
-Drugs, and at some point did attack people because he couldn't get said fix.
-Would sell himself for money.
-Robbed local stores just to have something in his system for the week minimum.
Joseph knew he had to better himself, and comparing all of this to the interview tapes-- If you didn't know a thing about him beforehand, you would've thought he was a perfect guy.
But we all know that no one is perfect, ain't that right?
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bluepriestess · 2 months
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The prize for my 400 twitter follower art raffle winner, @kala-basaa!!!
Sometimes you just need to gather a bundle of crabs and show em off!!
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buff-borf-bork · 5 months
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You're a Gift Enough
It's Christmas on the set of The Sunny Time Crew Show, and things are busier than ever. At least everyone gets a chance to open their secret Santa gifts!
(implied Joseph/reader pining, fluff, small oneshot)
Dust, illuminated by stage lights, drifts down, like the snow in the street lamps, as feet thunder across the catwalks. A chorus of whistles as people run about, pushing set pieces here and there, tying ropes and cursing each other's handy work. Tomorrow they film a live Christmas special. Filming will be all day long, gathering funds for a children's charity. No fuckups allowed. Director's orders. But for a short reprieve, as things are organized and settled, crew running through the stage cues, the actors get a moments break and their turn at the green room table.
The table glints like a holiday beacon, stacked with gifts in shining packages. The secret Santa turnout was higher than expected, but everyone managed to get their gifts in on time. And somewhere in that pile, a small bag was tagged: Joseph Haberdae. The other three of the main cast sift through the pile while Joseph sits to the side, rereading his lines.
“Are you still reading those? You’re the only one who’s already got them down, you’re gonna make us look bad, kid!” Dan elbows his shoulder, “come on, don’t you want to see what your secret Santa got you?”
Joseph glances up at the man, eyes weighed down with heavy lids and dark bags.
“I’m good. Why are you wearing that now?” On Dan’s face sits his yellow foam nose. Joseph remembers in the early stages of the show when costuming was being finalized, over hearing Dan insisting he gets to wear a proper clown nose.
“Never mind, forget I asked,” Joseph sets the script down, scrunching his face and rubbing the bridge of his nose, “the only gift I want this year is some sleep.” He heaves a sigh reaching for his bag. 
“They really work you like a dog. How about you head back to your dressing room for a bit and get some shut eye?” Belle holds out the small gift bag she’d found with his name on it. 
Joseph thinks for a moment then closes his bag, letting the faded label of the bottle slip from his hand. 
“Yeah, that… that sounds good. See you guys in a few,” he stretches his arms above his head, throwing his script from the couch seat to a corner table. Clapping his hands on his knees and pushes himself up with a groan. He rolls his neck, rubbing the back of it as he heads for the door.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Mary’s voice stops him in the doorway. With a yawn he sees her still holding out the gift.
“Right. Thanks,” he takes it and gives them all a wave as he walks off. 
In his dressing room, Joseph tosses the gift bag in a pile of Sunny Day Jack merch. Plushies, figurines, t-shirts, the works. He doesn't glance as the gift lands with a small crinkle, barely able to keep his eyes open at all. He collapses on the couch, remaining how he lands, tired enough any position is comfortable.
Until it wasn’t. The throbbing in his skull, though caused by exhaustion, won’t let him sleep. He takes some pain killers and lays back as they finally kick in, and he can drift off. Instead he tosses and turns, repeatedly readjusting his clothes. He throws his arm over his eyes with an exasperated sigh before letting it fall to hang off the couch. 
As he stares at the ceiling, something catches his attention from the corner of his eye. A spot of brown in a pile of blue, red, and yellow. Glancing over, he sees his pile of Jack merchandise, dusty and piled haphazardly. And in front of it, the discarded gift bag on its side, a dab of brown peeking out and popping against the colourful background, even in the dark. He turns his head to look at the couch before he relents and rises, lighting a cigarette. 
Picking up the bag, he's careful to make sure the gift doesn’t fall out as he does. Sitting back down he eyes the bag, grimacing before reaching in. His hand brushes something soft, and a piece of paper. He pulls out a plushie with brown hair and black shiny pants. A small charm in the eyebrow and a red pattern on part of the chest, obscured by the little tank top. Him? A small doll of himself, handmade and imperfect, but him. Joseph, not Jack. He stares for a while, the cigarette in his teeth almost falling and nearly burning the doll as he brushes his thumb over what is supposed to be his tattoo. He fumbles but catches it, protecting the doll. He digs out the card.
“I know you probably have a ton of Jack plushies, but maybe you could use one of Joseph? After all, Joseph’s a pretty cool guy too!”
There’s evidence of erasing, the paper rough and piling, indented with clumsy sentiments, before the final message had been committed to ink. He sets the bag and note aside, laying back down. He keeps inspecting the doll, lowering it more and more as he does, his eyelids doing the same. And soon, the doll rests on his chest as he drifts to sleep.
 
“It’s so creepy! What was I thinking?” You lament to the trio, dangling yourself over the back of the green room couch like a sad ragdoll. Belle pats your back.
“Yeah, kinda stalkerish,” Belle shoots Jean a scolding look.
“It’s the thought that counts, your heart was in the right place.”
“Exactly, besides, your version of his tattoo is so indistinct, he won’t be able to accuse you of stalking him, even for accuracy!” Sue can’t help but snicker at Dan’s comment as she continues to pat your back.
 
“Hey!” Joseph calls out, successfully catching Jean’s attention.
“Hm?”
“You don’t happen to know who my secret Santa was, do you?”
“No. Why?”
“Don’t worry about that, just spill it.”
“Why do you assume I’d know?”
“You spend most of your time on set lurking and brooding in corners. You saw.”
Jean narrows his eyes at Joesph’s deadpan expression, a stand off of sorts. Jean looks away first. 
“No idea.”
Joseph rolls his eyes but lets it go. Throwing on his Sunny Day jacket, he tucks something very important in the inner pocket. A dab of brown is barely visible in a few shots, to be colour corrected out in the VHS release.
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jacktorjoseph · 1 year
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(I... uh... can't see the link ^^"")
(Intern)
*I come back sometime later knocking on his door again, [somehow] arms a little full carrying a couple drink carriers full of coffee*
Joseph opens the door and looks at you.
Ya need help there kid?
OOC// this is the photo!! ^^""
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softmangoes · 1 month
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don't mind me i'm just thinking about joseph's love interest running their hands through his hair and him being surprised to receive such a gentle gesture after being treated so roughly for so long. i'm thinking about him sitting in his dressing room wondering if it would ever happen again, trying to build up the courage to ask for another moment of their fingers in his hair but struggling because he isn't sure if he even deserves it at all.
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artmindmachine · 2 months
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Like what you see? :3
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myngxy-sue · 7 months
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Just thinking about some oddly specific lore for my main SDJ AU.
I am thinking about living spaces now and how much they reflect the person or people living in it.
And I think about how Sanne and Joseph's respective apartments looked before they finally settled down together.
Sanne, being a woman from an affluent family who believed in traditional values, lived in a well maintained maximalist apartment. It was an oddly elegant space filled with things she desired to have as a teenage girl but couldn't. Despite her seeming unfeeling and apathetic about life, her space is vibrant and inviting. Ironically, she rarely had guests over at all. That apartment was for her and her alone. And much like her life as a career focused woman, she wasn't going to give it up for someone not worthwhile.
Joseph had multiple apartments throughout his life. Before, he couldn't afford more than the bare necessities, often to his apartment having nothing more than a single couch, TV, fridge and bed. At first, it was liberating. After all, he was free from a home where he felt that he never belonged. But the feeling was always fleeting because it was only a matter of time until he could no longer afford it and faced eviction. Eventually, even that didn't feel like home. When he finally did have a steady income, he brought an apartment already furnished for him.
Then they married each other and, since they desired to start a family of their own, bought a house together.
Sanne, knowing a thing or two about decorating, had ideas about how she wanted to do things. Joseph wanted to leave everything to her at first because of that. But Sanne encourages him to have input, showing examples of decors to help him figure out what style resonated with him. After all, it was their home.
They end up with a maximalist rustic home that they vowed to keep meticulously maintained. The only rooms that stood out were Sanne's sewing room, Joseph's gym and the room they prepared for their future child.
But even before the baby arrived, they slowly but surely broke the vowed.
After all, both had demanding jobs. And even with the two of them working together, they struggled to keep everything in order. There were even days when they didn't even both at all.
It wasn't the kind of house you'd see in a catalog anymore. Things began to show signs of being used and things were placed where they didn't belong simply because there was enough space for it.
Speaking of work, they always got free merchandise from their jobs. Du Desiree giving Sanne things that were simplistic yet practical and elegant while LambsWork Productions dumped a wide range of stuff onto Joseph, merch clearly intended for children, but were too useful to pass up on. Either that or it was so weird that they'd keep it as a "conversational piece".
Then Laurie was born.
Now, in addition to the home undeniably being lived in, there were undeniable signs of a child being there.
The home never got too messy, but it also wasn't hard to find some kind of toy just lying around somewhere. In almost every room, there was a randomly placed musical toy. Most of his drawings ended up on the fridge, but it wasn't strange to find others in the sewing room, the gym, his own room and his parents' bedroom.
And just like that, it was a family home. It wasn't perfect, but they loved it. And it would bring them comfort for years to come as the family slowly grew.
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vomitingstars · 9 months
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Ayo, this shit turned out lowkey ugly. I gotta redraw this shi
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kala-basaa · 2 months
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Flower for flower 🌷🌹
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(Based off that one Sunny Daytober prompt from awhile ago 🌕✨)
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Little sneak peak of some Jean and Joseph angst teehee
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sunnydayroleplay · 1 year
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Jack taking care of an injured reader that's still trying to work despite being injured.
Aw, I have so many ideas for this one ^^ But, we’re gonna keep it simple.
I personally also work a lot despite me being heavily injured, I just go practically insane when things aren’t clean or finished, so well- This just gonna be me being a slight hypocrite for a bit.
Contents Inside: Injuried/Sick Reader, Workaholic Reader, Jack ( g e n t l y ) body slamming you to your bed, etc, etc..
18- DNI, though this is a relatively SFW post, the game it is based off of is not. This is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games. For SFW + 18- safe content, check out my art page instead. @feralhalfnhalfcreamer
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You weren’t the best with taking care of yourself.
Whether that be with school, days and nights without taking a break or sleeping because of homework and studying..
Taking late or double shifts…
Paying the bills, doing taxes, cleaning up the house.
You constantly worked on everything and everyone that you didn’t have enough energy for yourself.
Jack did his best to help around, but you felt bad that he did so much, so you just told him off. That it was fine.
He wasn’t at ALL okay with the fact that you were practically killing yourself like this.
And the final straw was today.
About a few days ago, you sustained a really bad blow to your knee whilst moving some heavy boxes and things around your house.
Though Jack told you that he didn’t mind carrying things to help, you said you were good on your own.
As soon as he heard that loud “thud” he ran from the other room to make sure you were okay.
You tried your hardest to convince him that you didn’t need to get it checked out, but after hours of him pleading, you gave in.
Your doctor said to lay off it, and that you shouldn’t walk unless needed, and to ice + elevate it frequently to help the bruising and pain.
Or in other words, if you kept working while on it, of course it would get worse.
And unfortunately this wasn’t a first time of any body part getting worse for you.
As soon as you got home, Jack babied you, made sure that you did everything the doctor said.
He gave you a bath, and you got into something comfortable.
“Jack, I still have to do-“
“No! You are resting! You never catch a break! I don’t want your knee to get worse.”
“Well, there’s BEEN worse! I’ll be okay, please let me handle it.”
“No, no, and no!! You barely sleep, you need to take care of yourself, you don’t need to do so much.”
You sighed and just reluctantly followed his words. You didn’t have the energy to start an argument about this again, and your knee fucking killed you.
A few hours passed, and you just couldn’t take it.
There was things that needed to get done, and you needed them DONE.
Painfully, you got up from your bed, and slowly walked out of the room, clutching anything in reach as a temporary replacement to your lack of a leg.
Fortunately for Jack, you weren’t quiet about it.
Concerned for the sudden noises coming from your door, he came in to check on you.
“Sunshiiine?~ You okay in there?”
He knocks on the door twice.
“Ye-Yeah! Yeah! I’m okay, just- dropped my phone.”
“Oh! Do you need me to get it for you?”
“NO!- No, no, I’m okay!”
“Sunspot, what’s going on?”
“I’m coming in.”
With that, he opens the door to find you sneaking out slowly, staring right into his eyes.
“I thought I told you to rest? You’re only gonna get more hurt, and then you won’t be able to do anything. And I don’t want that for you.”
He smiles softly, pressing a gloved hand to your cheek.
“Sunshine, I love you and everything you do. You’re a hard worker, and you’re dedicated. But you need to take a break everynow and then. It’s really affecting your health.”
Dropping his hand, he picks you off your feet to bring you to bed.
“What if it wasn’t just your knee next time? I don’t want it getting to that. Just.. promise me you’ll take a break?”
You nod your head softly, caressing your cheek against his arm as if you were a tiny kitty rubbing its body against your legs.
He smiled as he laid your body back into your bed, joining you right after.
He pressed a few kisses to your forehead and one to your lips as he played with your hair, slowly lulling you to slumber.
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kurokrisps · 1 year
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Apparently I've been drawing old Jacktor/Joseph wrong bc according to an anonymous source, he actually looks like John Stamos. And that guy still looks the same after all these years.
At least I got some inspiration for when I draw Jacktor again.
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