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ikeanightlight · 2 years
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ask-steven-the-wolf · 4 months
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Hi everybody!
Filling in for Odessa today! I'm skipper the mudkip and these are my friends, Stormfyre the Rayquaza and Angelicus the Mewtwo ^^
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It's pokemon go community day, so mama is bringing us all to work with her, and so we can catch some pokemon afterwards ^^
It's supposed to snow pretty bad tonight friends. Please be sure to be safe and stay warm ^^
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utoshi-san · 1 year
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Кормила вчера Бенни вкусняшками. Он очень любит сыр, сырую курочку, яблочное пюре и варёное яйцо с жидким центром 🍳🍗🧀🍏 Так что у него был прекрасный ужин, хотя он всё равно успел на меня порычать (потому что он не любит когда вторгаются в его личное пространство).
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Маленькому Сакуре я купила лакомство для грызунов в виде мороженка 🍦 там очень много семечек и всего, что любят хомячки 🐹 Он долго пытался перетащить этот огромный рожок в свою постель, но в итоге сточил половину и бросил 😅
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А это мои дружочки-пирожочки 😽😺 Аляска получил в подарок новую шлейку с поводком (специально для котиков) и терпеливо, как пёс, ждал, когда я выведу его на прогулку. В итоге он устал, замёрз и забрался ко мне на ручки, чтобы я его несла весь обратный путь домой. Ну конечно, у него же лапки 🤣
Вот все мои животинки в одном посте.
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glitterhoof · 11 months
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ok so update uhm we found another toy shop thirty minutes away and erm. here are some pics of it
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ok so maybe some things happen for a reason.
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lisenberry · 7 days
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Headcanons of the 141 and their nagging injuries.
Price: Arthritis, primarily in his hands. Knobby knuckles and stiff fingers. They're bigger than they should be, and he's so calloused he can move the wood around in a fire without feeling the heat in his finger tips. Doesn't mean he doesn't like seeing them all slick and wet inside you, or cupped around your soft and delicate skin.
Ghost: His hips, by default of his stature alone, but some genetics too. He groans when he stands up. Whether you hear it or not. He lumbers when he walks, and he feels every step, but he doesn't complain. He thrusts like every motion doesn't cause him pain. He'd gladly push himself as far as he's able, just to see the pleasure on your face.
Gaz: His eyesight. He won't admit to needing help, but there's a glare in his peripheral that won't quit. A flash of light that can be distracting, it gives him a blindspot. You sneak up on him sometimes, and he flinches so subtly you don't even notice. But he instantly knows it's you, and he shows you how thankful he is. Every time.
Soap: His knee. He twisted it funny once when he was a lad, and his skipper told him to walk it off. It's never been right since, but he barely notices anymore. Whether he's hoisting furniture around your flat, squatting at the gym, or pummeling you against the wall, he'll bear all the weight, and then some, with a off hand joke, and a blissful grin.
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pedge-stuff · 9 months
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island time (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)
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a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.
tumblr took this down for sexual content, so naturally, I added more before I re-uploaded.
thanks, as always, for everything.
obligatory warning: light smut, allusions to oral
summary: you bear witness to the annual trip, and... are witnessed bare.
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The first year, you don’t go. You’ve only been dating four months— trip was already half-planned, and you don’t feel established enough to intrude. Afraid to insert yourself, though P offered several times. 
You forget about it, til the planning starts up again. Get a little shy about it, dodge schedule questions at a group dinner. Think on it, overthink it, think maybe he’ll forget it even came up. He asks you again, looking up from his kindle in bed, reading glasses pushed low on his nose. 
So you find yourself on an island, in a villa, by the water. 
It's not as awkward as you were worried it'd be— you know these people better than you think you do. More the concept of traveling with friends, as a Capital-A Adult, that had you worried. There is a social etiquette that you only kinda understand. 
The villa is really a series of small, vaguely connected little cabins. Private rooms with sandy-stone walkways in-between, a kitchen and lounge-type space at the center. Pool and hot tub outside, private beach access. 
Travel had stolen most of the day; JFK to Nassau first thing, only slightly hampered by post-holiday congestion, and then a skipper to the more secluded island. (Not private, but you'd yet to see another person around.) 
And now, here you are— laying face down on possibly the crispest, cleanest white sheets you've ever seen. In your underwear, lest you touch the bed with the clothes that also touched the terminal seats of JFK. 
Pedro is still moving around, passing between the bedroom and bathroom, setting things out from his suitcase. He is methodical about travel and hotel rooms, which makes sense for a man who spends a generous amount of time on the road. 
(You are ignoring, at present, the difference in sizes between your suitcases: yours a carry-on, his a checked. Yours with a return ticked to JFK, his to LAX. It has left a bitter pit in your stomach, as the holidays have wound down— the inevitability of your separation, despite the promise of this trip beforehand. On the morning of the 2nd, you will separate for a full three months.) 
Hands on your shoulders pulls you out of your brief misery. You are flipped— quite ruthlessly, you think— over onto your back. Above you, Pedro grins. Leans down, giving you only a chaste peck. 
"Do you want your toiletries in the bathroom?" He is all business, though he still hovers. 
"I want you to take off your nasty airport pants and come here," you gripe. He kisses you again, warmer this time, and you seize your opportunity to latch an arm around his middle, pulling him onto you. (You groan, dramatically, though you always enjoy the firm weight of him. Like a heated, weighted blanket.) 
It is hot, late into the afternoon. Even in your underwear, you feel kinda sticky in the humidity. The salt air hangs thick around you.
Pedro slowly shucks off his shirt, and shimmies out of the jeans he insisted on flying in. Only then does he fully commit, rolling backwards into the middle of the bed. He's still rocking a light farmers tan from LA last month, golden biceps attached to pale shoulders.
The urge overtakes you before you can fully process what you're doing. You sink your teeth lightly into the arm closest to you.
"Hey!"
"Mm." A kiss is pressed to the little indent, before you pillow your cheek against it. "Wanna take a little piece of you with me."
The separation— that was the urge. The distant feeling of impending sadness, clashing behind your collarbone against a deep swell of affection.
"Baby," he whispers. Warm lips and bristled whispers brush your forehead.
"Sorry. No sad vacation vibes."
He reaches over, tipping your chin until your lips meet. Holds you there, locked together, and breathes you in for a few long beats before the kiss deepens.
Your turn to be on top; breaking the kiss to prop up on one elbow, splaying your other hand on his waist as you lay kisses to his exposed side. It is languid, easy. Pedro uses your hip to pull you up, closer, so he can redirect your mouth to his for another kiss. You keep shifting, bracing your hands on either side to fully rest on top of him, lightly, joined at the stomach and the mouth. 
Mindlessly, rote motion, you roll your hips down. Boxer-on-brief friction. The skin of his chest is salty with sweat and ocean air as you begin to kiss a trail from the corner of his mouth. Spend a moment at the heart-shaped patch in his beard you've grown fond of. A low moan rumbles from Pedro's chest as you bite gently at the hollow of his throat.
"This a thing now?" He says, breathlessly. His hands brace your chest, palms spread across the top of your ribcage. Brush your sides, lightly, where he knows you are sensitive. You exhale sharply into a kiss on his stomach. Move downwards, still. Brush your nose against the faint trail of hair below his navel, lick a small stripe on his belly.
Fingers lace themselves into your hair as you position yourself downwards. Pedro's leg shifts until you are bracketed between his knees, which are splayed open. Just for you.
The moment you tug on the elastic waistband, the moment is shattered.
"Y'all better be decent." Sarah enters abruptly from the glass doors that face the beach, without knocking. You hardly have time to feel embarrassed, sitting up and off of him as fast as possible; hands and lips burning with the sudden loss of contact.
"You've seen me in less," Pedro points out, chest heaving slightly. No effort is made to conceal the evident tent in his boxers.
"Fair point. We started drinking a half hour ago. Be horny later." He flips her the bird, and she flips it back. 
Tipping backwards, you land back beside Pedro on the bed. Stare at the ceiling— or rather, thatched roofing— while your mind slowly buffers. Too hot and bothered to register the inevitable shame of being caught like a pair of teenagers.
"Do you..."
A large hand reaches over, palming gently between your thighs.
"They can wait."
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maddie-grove · 9 months
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Most Common Problems Faced by My Childhood Dolls (Grouped by Type of Doll)
Baby/Companion Dolls: life-threatening diseases; bullying by other dolls at school; my dubious discipline style; my divorce from my imaginary husband Jake.
Groovy Girls: bullying by other Groovy Girls; life-altering gymnastics accidents; feet too unwieldy for go-go boots.
Barbies: false witchcraft accusations; real witches; tuberculosis; kidnapping; the time Ken and his brother Adam started a polygamous cult; bullying by other Barbies (whether in a normal high school or a beauty pageant or a cult); basically anything bad that happened to female movie stars in Hollywood under the studio system; the challenges of raising a million Chrissies and Kellies and Stacies and Skippers and similarly sized off-brand child dolls with little help from Ken or Adam; sibling rivalry (including an East of Eden-style mess between Ken and Adam).
Dollhouse Families: my friend Emily C. (I was Emily S.) stealing the mom doll from my old Fisher-Price family, leaving John (the dad) a widower, so when I got a new family a few years later, I decided that John should marry Patricia, the mom of the new family, which made it necessary for me to interpret Robbie (almost certainly meant to be a dad doll) as Patricia's teenage son, which was obviously very emotionally confusing for Robbie and exacerbated the usual tensions of a newly blended family.
Clothespin Dolls: Nancy, Alice, and Lily, the three charming clothespin dolls made by my genuinely talented great-aunt Beth in the 1960s or 1970s, were grown-up sisters who had a complicated dynamic (both Nancy and Lily had serious psychological and/or substance abuse issues, so Alice had to take care of them and Nancy's children and her own children) and also experienced nineteenth-century-literature-style problems, like diphtheria and ice-skating accidents and bear attacks. The clothespin dolls that I created myself as a tween/young teen were not as well-made, but their problems were generally limited to normal high school bullshit (not even the kind where you get poisoned or kidnapped!).
Miscellaneous Medium-Sized Figurines (mostly fast food toys of Disney characters and mini-Barbies): various passive-aggressive rivalries between groups (mini-Barbies vs. movie/TV characters, Disney vs. non-Disney, movie vs. TV, protagonist vs. non-protagonist, etc.); a lack of eligible bachelors (leading to unwise marriages, such as Belle from Beauty and the Beast marrying a temperamental Space Jam monster); ennui.
Playmobils: the Playmobils had a nearly utopian society, relatively free from poverty and class snobbery, and generally this diverse group of Union soldiers, stuffy Victorians, pirates, outlaws, royalty, horse girls, milkmaids, and fairies were able to work out their differences peacefully. However, all that progressive modernity had a dark side, most clearly illustrated by the Kafkaesque ordeal of Oliver, a boy who was imprisoned for no discernable reason by an evil psychiatrist and his social worker girlfriend despite the desperate efforts of his mother to free him. Intense wartime romances and infectious disease outbreaks were also common themes.
Fisher-Price Great Adventure Action Figures: these rather hideous but very fun toys (consisting of an anachronistic mix of knights, pirates, cowboys, and Robin Hood's Merry Men) belonged to my seven-years-younger brother, so we would play with them a lot while I was looking after him. Naturally there was a lot of military conflict and criminal activity built into our play (will Robin Hood and his friends be able to steal the treasure from the castle? Will the golden knights or the black knights win the big battle? Who will stop the stagecoach robberies?), but, to entertain myself, I would introduce storylines such as "the Golden Sword Knight is tired of being bullied by the other knights, so he runs away and goes to live in the forest with Robin Hood's gang, where he falls in love with a female outlaw" and "Little John starts a AC/DC-style rock band with two of the black knights and everyone hates it."
Fisher-Price Little People: easily the most provincial of the doll groups, the Fisher-Price Little People struggled with extreme class/wealth inequality, widespread adultery, child abuse, teen homelessness, practically non-existent resources for the disabled, sexual repression, a character known only as "The Pervert," and a killer clown. Every day they went to school and work, and every night they tried to find someone to hook up with and maybe got kidnapped. I only wish my brother and I had been in possession of the motel playset. Think of all the extramarital affairs and drug deals that could have happened there!
Polly Pockets: the Polly Pocket community was dominated by two wealthy factions, a nouveau riche pair of brothers with a beach party house and the royal family. Due to a severe job and housing shortage, plus the local men's habit of not acknowledging their natural children, ordinary Polly Pockets had to struggle and scrape. Compared with the Barbies, there was a lot of solidarity among women (and also Josh, the one working-class boy Polly Pocket). Many of the Polly Pockets were very fragile, including the alcoholic Cowgirl Becky and the agoraphobic piano player Penny.
Paper Dolls: intense status jockeying over who had the most/best clothes, mainly. They also fought about friendships and (if there were any of them) boys, but it ultimately came down to clothes.
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dollsontoast · 10 months
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Quick restyle of this absolutely stunning girl. She suits bright colours so much. I washed off the glue on her hair and for now she will be on sectioned ponytails.
The cardigan is from Etsy, the top is Takara (from an old Licca chan doll), skirt is 80s vintage Skipper. I kept the socks but gave her trainers instead and that lovely teddy bear bag is so hard to part with.
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thatloserkade · 1 month
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Skipper, my baby, my spinkel, my pookie wookie sweetie bear
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I'm normal trust
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moltage · 2 months
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*taps mic* skipper is a bear . Thank you for Listening
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sugoi-and-spice · 1 year
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Chapter Two - Dream a Little Dream
Pairing: Bully!Dabi x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)
Summary: If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you. She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt.
But because it was exactly what she wanted.
CW: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Dubious Consent, Unhealthy Relationships, Bullying, Manipulation, Humiliation, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Power Play, Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Drugs, Alcohol, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Attempted Sexual Assault. Future Tags: Rough Sex, Hate Sex, Smut, Porn With Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst and Porn, Sadism
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[excerpt]
She skipped cleanup duty. The second the clock on the wall hit three, she was bolting out the classroom — not even waiting to hear if the bell had rung or for her homeroom teacher to ask her to hang back and talk about today’s “incident”. 
It was the sort of thing she never did at her old school, in her old life, but she had no choice.
Dabi hadn’t come back to class.
Of course, it’s not like that was uncommon. Dabi was a serial skipper even by this school’s standards. It was a strange day when he and his friends actually stayed in their seats for a whole day. She should’ve been used to it by now. And yet, every single time she couldn’t help but panic, couldn’t keep her mind from wandering. 
What if he wasn’t just skipping? What if he left the city? Ran away and changed his name a second time? Erased himself from her life for good? 
No, she couldn’t stand the idea of losing him like that. Not again. The thought was just too much for her to bear, especially on days like this, where he wasn’t just skipping gym or rolling into English late and high. Where he just took off for the rest of the day. It had her wondering lately if on days like this, she should just skip class too.
Panic filled her chest when he wasn’t in his go-to spot on the roof. It boiled higher and higher when the other spots — behind the P.E building, the defunct gardening club’s abandoned tool shed, the convenience store across the street — all turned up equally empty. 
That panic was threatening to spill out of her mouth by the time she’d finally found him and his friends holed up in an alley about halfway between school and the train station.
She nearly collapsed from relief when she saw them, grabbing her knees and doubling over so she could catch her breath, “Th-Thank God…”
The two blondes looked thrilled to see her — Jin with entertained glee, like his favorite trashy reality show just came on — and Keigo with an air of something else entirely, something she really couldn’t discern. But she knew she didn’t like it.
Dabi was the only one who didn’t look happy to see her. He didn’t look especially unhappy either. There was almost a sense of boredom in those heavy-hooded eyes.
He looked at her like she was nothing.
“See, aren't you glad we picked a new spot?” Keigo nudged Dabi and turned back with a grin, “Look how cute and worked up she is.”
Breathing steadied, albeit still a bit flushed, she rose back up to try and plead with Dabi not to scare her like that again, but the words caught in her throat when she saw the joint in his hand.
She looked back towards the traffic of students on the main road. Truth be told, they weren’t that deep into the alley, and there were still a lot of people out, including what looked like a teacher or two.
Just what were they thinking?
“Oi.”
She jumped, attention back to Dabi. He motioned for her to come towards them. With one last nervous peek over her shoulder, she obeyed.
“You look nervous.”
“O-Oh really? I-I’m not, um, I mean—”
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” Dabi taunted before taking a long hit.
“Of course I am!” she cried, quickly catching herself when he scowled at the volume. She dropped her head submissively. “I… I just don’t think you should be doing… that . Especially out in the open like this—”
She held down a gag as he blew a long, steady stream of musty smoke directly into her face, trying to ignore the sting it brought to her eyes as his friends snickered.
But her resolve was rewarded, it seemed, when he reached forward and caught her chin between his long, sturdy fingers.
“Awww ,” he purred, “Is someone worried I’m gonna get caught?”
Her heart jumped straight to her throat as he tilted her up to look at him, completely gripped by the endless sea in his eyes just inches away from her. She’d dreamed for so long to be this close to them again. And yet now that she was here, she could barely handle it. There was an intensity to them that was almost too much to look at. 
She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded nervously.
“Well, in that case...”
Her eyes flew back open as she felt his thumb run slowly up her chin and bottom lip. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to see. The hopeless romantic in her had hoped it would be his own eyes closed as he leaned in to kiss her. The realist expected a painful flick on the nose to punish her for having such childish daydreams. But the actuality she was met with wasn’t either of those things.
It was the joint.
“...I guess you better smoke it for me.”
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siblingshowdown · 1 year
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Sibling Showdown!!!
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This showdown consists of 64 sibling sets facing off against each other, as well as a few one-off polls of sets who didn’t make the actual bracket but who I wanted to include in some capacity.  Polls will last a week.  Round One of section A will go live on April 16, with section B going live the day after, section C the day after that, and section D the day after that.
Propaganda is allowed!  I just ask that it be kept positive.  Argue for your faves instead of against someone else’s.  Every sibling set who made it in the showdown is there because someone wanted them to be, so keep it kind.
Will the winners be the siblings that love each other the most?  That are most capable of killing other sibling groups with their bare hands?  That have the most sibling swag?  It’s up to you to decide!  You get to choose the manner and parameters you judge each sibling set for.
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Section A:
Edward and Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Seiko and Ryuunosuke Tanaka (Haikyuu!!)
Wirt and Greg (Over the Garden Wall) vs.  Han Yoojin and Han Yoohyun (The S-Classes That I Raised)
Shigeo and Ritsu Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100) vs.  Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)
Sans and Papyrus (Undertale) vs. Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer)
Jiang Yanli, Wei Wuxian, and Jiang Cheng (Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed) vs. Hikaru and Kaoru (Ouran High School Host Club)
Vi and Jinx (Arcane) vs. Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara (Naruto)
Sokka and Katara (Avatar: the Last Airbender) vs. Maya and Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)
Vash the Stampede and Millions Knives (Trigun) vs.  Lucas and Claus (Mother 3)
Section B:
Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo Hamato (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) vs. Violet, Dash, and Jack-Jack Parr (The Incredibles)
Yakko, Wakko, and Dot Warner (The Animaniacs) vs. Jazz and Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)
Huey, Dewey, and Louie (Ducktales) vs. Sitka, Denahi, and Kenai (Brother Bear)
Dion, Frazie, Razputin, Mirtala, and Queepie Aquato (Psychonauts) vs. Skipper, Rico, Kowalski, and Private (Madagascar)
Eda and Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House) vs. Snap, Crackle, and Pop (Rice Krispies)
Bonnie and Clemont (Pokemon X and Y) vs. Annika and Brietta (Barbie: Magic of Pegasus)
Candace, Phineas, and Ferb (Phineas and Ferb) vs. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup (Powerpuff Girls)
Nani and Lilo Pelekai (Lilo and Stitch) vs. Kai and Nya (Lego Ninjago)
Section C:
Maddie and Buck Buckley (911) vs. Steven, Shirley, Theo, Luke, and Nell Crain (The Haunting of HIll House)
David and Alexis Rose (Schitt’s Creek) vs. Dennis and Dee Reynolds (It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia)
Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, and El Hopper (Stranger Things) vs.  Prue, Piper, and Phoebe (Charmed)
Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Five, Ben, Viktor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy tv) vs. Mary, Billy, Freddy, Pedro, Eugene, and Darla (Shazam! movies)
Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain-Wayne, and Duke Thomas (DC comics) vs. Simon and River Tam (Firefly)
Elliot and Darlene Alderson (Mr. Robot) vs. Kara and Alex Danvers (Supergirl TV)
Connor, Kendall, Siobhan, and Roman Roy (Succession) vs. Sharpay and Ryan Evans (High School Musical)
Thor and Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe) vs. Sarah and Felix (Orphan Black)
Section D:
Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, and Amras (The Silmarillion) vs. Antigone, Polynices, Eteocles, and Ismene (Greek Mythology/Sophocles’s Theban plays)
Coronabeth and Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb) vs. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)
Nico and Bianca Di Angelo (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) vs. Declan, Ronan, and Matthew Lynch (The Raven Cycle/The Dreamer Trilogy)
Alec, Isabelle, Max Lightwood, and Jace Herondale-Lightwood (Shadowhunters) vs. Lark and Sparrow Oak (Dungeons and Daddies)
Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events) vs. Linus and Lucy Van Pelt (Peanuts)
Boromir and Faramir (The Lord of the Rings) vs. Bellamy and Octavia Blake (The 100)
Katniss and Primrose Everdeen (The Hunger Games) vs. Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy March (Little Women)
Kiryu Kazuma and Nishikiyama Akira (Yakuza) vs. Cain and Abel (the Torah/the Bible)
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monsterhighalumni · 1 year
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fuck it, night at the museum in disney world — here are the charas favorite attractions. don't ask me how everyone and the tablet got to orlando
larry — carousel of progress. vaguely, vaguely remembers going on the original as a kid at the 1965 world's fair and nicky calls him an Old
nicky — rock 'n' roller coaster or cosmic rewind. but he's one of those guests that gets annoyed if the ride song is "everybody wants to rule the world”
teddy — hall of presidents, OBVIOUSLY. does the spider-man pointing at the other theodore roosevelt animatronic
sacajawea — jungle cruise. gets REALLY into the S.E.A. lore, but besides that, she and teddy are always the ones laughing the loudest at the skipper's puns. you also best believe she's making everyone go on living with the land, too
ahkmenrah — loves haunted mansion for the macabre. murderous, power-hungry constance hatchaway cuts a little too close to home tho, so he prob prefers to ride tower of terror. also a cosmic rewind enjoyer, but if they get any ride song EXCEPT "september", grumbles about how they wasted a virtual queue reservation for the rest of the night
jedediah — big thunder mountain railroad. gets whiplash from staring at the goat during that one turn. goes tf off if anyone suggests him or octavius go on it's a small world
octavius — spaceship earth for the Roman Representation:tm:. appreciates the distinguished, old-school "edutainment" vibes (and the soothing voice of narrator dame Judi Dench)
attila — can't sit still on traditional omnimover rides, so he's really into fantasmic and the fireworks (absolutely loses it at the part with sorcerer mickey and the maleficent dragon). basically any show with flashy "magic" effects
joan of arc — rise of the resistance. 100% has no idea what the fuck is going on for most of the ride, but once she catches the general rebellion concept, she's ALL IN. prob tries to climb out of the ride vehicle to take a swipe at kylo ren
amelia — soarin', for the flight simulation vibes. tries to get the pilot role on smugglers run every time too, and takes it waaaaay too seriously, no matter how bad the team is. also forces everyone to wait in line for four hours for flight of passage
custer — splash mountain or country bear jamboree. loves all that old-timey, yeehaw shit. you Know why
kahmunrah — the great movie ride (cause i'm ignoring the existence of runaway railway lol). absolutely tries to take over the ride with ivan, napoleon, and al, plus recruiting the misc gangsters and western bandits/bank robbers. absolutely get their asses beat by the cast members
tilly — not a big fan of rides in general, but loves the beauty and the beast live show and goes to every princess meet and greet : )
lancelot — seven dwarves mine train, because they remind him of his jester and he likes to laugh at them (it also makes him feel like he's saving snow white at the end). if they go on pirates, he also tries to white knight for red and the ladies at the auction without realizing the scene has totally changed
laa — they stick him on the peoplemover and leave him there until the night is over lmao
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glitterslag · 4 months
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Ok what does everybody think about this
Syd is a selkie 🦭
while travelling across the Atlantic with her pod, a huge sea storm blows her off course, and she ends up washed up on some beach near a small fishing town in remote northern Scotland.
she's lost, disoriented, afraid, and alone. But worse than all that? Her seal coat is missing.
luckily, there's a pub nearby that Syd can run to for help. It's staffed by a few of our familiar faces, including the kind owner, Natalie, who helps her get some emergency accomodation and might be able to offer her a job in the kitchen!
unbeknownst to Syd, her seal coat washed up only a little way down the beach, getting tangled in some fishing net on the strand line. However, before she can find it and get back to her life in the sea, a certain local coke dealer/chip shop fry cook/general all-round loiterer & menace finds and steals it!!
Knowing exactly what it is (and more importantly, how much he can sell it for) Richie takes the coat back to his flat and stashes it away.
without her seal coat, Syd has no choice but to live amongst the local human community. If she wants to avoid being exposed for what she truly is, she'll need to stay under the radar, but since she's unable to explain where she comes from and how she got to be here, it's not going to be an easy task.
meanwhile, the crew of local fishing vessel The Bear are still reeling from the tragic death of their skipper, Mikey, who died only a year ago in a similar freak weather incident. Luckily, no-one's been hurt since, but the ship got nearly got wrecked on some nearby rocks in the recent storm.
One morning, new crewmate Carmy stops by the pub to deliver a shipment of fresh fish. He and Syd encounter one another for the first time, only Carmy's certain he's met Syd before.
Syd's trapped in this strange new world until she can get her seal coat back, but locating it is only the first worry. In order to get home free, she needs to succeed in stealing it back from Richie, all while keeping her true nature a secret. Sounds impossible, but Carmy might just be the one to help her...
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babyjakes · 2 years
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event | whumptember 2022
prompt | sick
pairing | daddy!frank adler x little!reader
warnings | sfw daddy and little relationship, reader has a cold, brief mentions of medicine and nebulizer treatments, one (1) bad nautical pun, frank is so soft it physically hurts 😃
word count | 472
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okay so if you haven’t read my daddy!frank stuff before, here’s the scoop: i only write sfw stuff for frank bc in my mind he is strictly sfw given his role in the movie gifted. something about writing smut for him just doesn’t work for me so whenever i write him as a daddy, it’s strictly in the caregiving role and nothing sexual!! it’s really worked for me and i love the safe!dad vibes he radiates 🥺🫶
so when reader’s sick, the most important thing for frank to do is just be nearby. he knows his baby gets anxious when she’s not feeling well so he cancels all work immediately and stays by her side for as long as she needs 💖
maybe one time reader gets a really bad cough/cold 😔👎 (which i recently had lol) she’s got a runny nose, sore throat, and a bad headache, and it lasts for days 😔😔
frank stays by her side the entire time, mostly snuggled up on the couch during the day. reader’s a little worried about passing the illness into him but he’ll have none of that, “let me hold you, pumpkin. i’ll be okay, need to make sure i’m taking care of my honey bee” 🥺😭
frank’s got the ultimate collection of dvd’s, so she gets to watch all her favorite movies. he also takes a trip to the store to grab all her favorite soft foods: yogurts, puddings, ice cream, soups, etc. maybe he spoon feeds her ice cream as they snuggle, trying to get any food in her just to help keep her strength up. “c’mon, sweetheart. can you take a few more bites for me? know it must feel good on your throat, bubba.”
maybe her favorite stuffie “catches” the sickness too so they need a little care as well 🥺💖 it makes it less scary for reader, to be doing it with her “friend.” so when she has to take medicine, or do a neb treatment, or stuff like that, her teddy bear skipper (see the cute boat pun??🥺) takes a spoonful, gets his own little mask, etc 🥺😭 frank plays right along, knowing it’ll help keep her anxieties at bay
nights when reader’s sick, she get to snuggle up with frank in his bed. usually she sleeps in her own room, since it’s equipped with all her little stuff. but whenever she needs or wants it, frank always lets her join him in his own bed. he keeps a glass of water and a box of tissues on the nightstand, rocking her softly as her eyelids grow heavy. “close your eyes, honey bee. need to get lots of rest so you can feel better soon. the boat’s at the dock waiting for our next big adventure”
🥺💖😭🫶 i LOVE soft!daddy!frank i would DIE for soft!daddy!frank 😔🙏
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shallowseeker · 1 year
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Pre-13x06 Tombstone moments were among Jack's best
Jack’s Heaven was the car ride to Dodge City
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(Image from Naomi Aria)
Some fun observations about the scene:
They stopped for food at an adorable dog-theme diner called "Skipper's Beach Cafe"
Which....BEACH. The ghost of happiness -> toes-in-the-sand beach!
Anyway, it's adorable that they're lost, but it's also a little sad that the very act of getting lost is what led them...to the symbolic beach.
But wait! On the other hand, the specter of this beach COULD BE a false beach promise, symbolizing that whole "checking out and running away" temptation
When viewed as such, it makes SAM's proximity to Skipper's Beach Diner / Miracle / False Salvation a little disturbing, especially when viewed with the 15x20 finale in mind; it could be a figment
It could be read either way, that SAM's the only one who finds salvation by becoming lost and not adhering to a plan; OR (since Sam's app sucks) it's a danger sign, that Sam's off-road "checking out" is being led to a false dream. Apps tend to give instructions and steps, but maps must be interpreted in a spatial context
This would imply that Dean/Cas + Jack are actually the ones finding their footing here (at this moment in time in the story, anyways)
But back to cute things: Sam's phone app sucks ass & he's not happy about it
Sam is even whining about it, which makes me think that his whining in 12x12 Stuck in the Middle (With You) is totally a legit thing that Sam does often, because Jack has no reason to exaggerate here (God bless my annoying, tall man-child)
In this memory, Cas gets associated with maps, as he pulls an old-school map from the glove compartment and hands it over to Dean
(Cas is often associated to maps; he is the navigator-commander to Dean's captain-of-the-course to Sam's field marshal)
Cas is that holy North Star, the symbolic "North is up"
He's the thing that the boys put their faith in; a family protector; "angelic defender"; the thing that grounds Dean in particular
We see this dynamic again later, in 13x21 Beat the Devil. That is, Dean & Cas, as a UNIT, get the bearings for the group:
DEAN (snapping into business mode): Yeah. Thought we’d get spit out in the same spot, but this isn’t it. All right, well Charlie -- the other Charlie -- said that Mary and Jack have an outpost in Dayton. SAM: Okay. Let’s get our bearings and head that way. Cas, where are we? CAS (closing his eyes and concentrating): Uh, Kentucky. Northeast Kentucky. Or what used to be Kentucky. DEAN (looking at the sky then pointing): Which means that’s north. Okay, so Dayton’s that way. Roughly. Two days by foot but...that way. SAM: All right. [The group begins to move towards where Dean pointed.]
In AU earth, in later episodes, Cas even draws a map for them to reference as they go; Cas is keeping them grounded
Overall, Cas helps Dean get his bearings, and together, they help the group get their bearings (especially when Sam's way isn't working--in 13x06’s case, the app).
So, in 13x06, after Cas hands Dean the map, Dean is calm, maybe even grounded for the first time since Cas died.
Immediately, Dean begins teaching Jack to "read a map," perhaps taking on the role as PARENT TO JACK for the very first time (Jack and Dean have known each other ~20-25 days at this point). Dean is passing down the legacy of wayfinding.
Side note: Jack is shown gobbling down a burger, the thing that CAS loves in 5x14 My Bloody Valentine, and the thing that Dean makes, even as late as 15x14 Last Holiday (specifically with the goal of getting Jack out of his room):
SAM: What’s with the apron? DEAN: Burgers! But the pilot light keeps going out. It’s like the third time this week. Between that and the hot water, I thought this place was supposed to be state-of-the-art. SAM: It was, in the 50’s. DEAN: Hhm. Ah, Jack come out of his room yet?
Here in the 13x06 scene, when Jack crams the burger in, Dean nags him.
It's a contrasting callback to their first real "meeting" in 13x02 ("You can slow down, you know. That stuff’s not gonna disappear.")
The warning against eating too much, too fast, is a nod to parental nagging, sure, and that's cute.
But it's also tacitly associating Jack to overconsumption, which a key motif to both his Nephil-status and status as a rival, Usurper-God (not to mention, his zombie obsession):
[in Jack’s Heaven, working the case from 13x06 Tombstone, Jack gobbles a burger while the rest of TFW stand by Baby researching their route to Dodge City with their food laid out on the car’s hood. Sam is in the background on his phone] DEAN: Jack, take it easy. You don't have to cram it all in at once, right? SAM: Still no signal. DEAN: Yeah, 'cause I told you, that app blows. CAS [emerging from the car with a map]: I found this in the glove compartment. DEAN: Ah! Old school! A real map. Let's find our way to Dodge City. C'mere, Jack. I'm gonna teach you how to read a map. So, rule number one-- rule number one-- rule number one-- JACK: Dean? DEAN: North is usually up. [the sun appears to flicker on and off, and Jack looks up at the sky] JACK: Something's wrong. [Jack leaves his personal heaven and wanders out into the stark white hallway of Heaven, where the lights are also flickering. A tidal wave of black goo fills the hallway and chases after him as he runs away.]
He's recalling Dean specifically here, in order to get his bearings. He's using the wayfinding skills symbolically gifted to him by Dean & Cas.
It gives more weight to Dean & Cas in the prior scene, because this skill allows Jack to see the truth (about Heaven, about The Empty).
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