#🔨grandpa

[goldie90]

Just rewatched Leatherface (2017), which is a prequel to the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie and I have to say, even though it isn´t the best movie out there (there aren´t enough scenes of the family aside from Jed (Bubba) and it definitely has some flaws), more content of my darling is always good, plus in the beginning of the movie we even see some scenes from his childhood which is of course interesting, then there´s the fact that his oldest brother Drayton actually used to be cool when he was younger, grandpa was still in a better shape than he is in the original movie and my dear husband´s mother is there too.🙂

That´s the opening scene (the boy with the cap is Nubbins, the teen/young adult is Drayton and the little boy who´s birthday they are celebrating there is Bubba/Jed. And then there are of course the mom and grandpa):

*Warning: graphic violence*

[goldie90]

Well, we ARE living together and by now I´m used to everything going on in this house, but when I first moved in with him and his family, the hardest things to adjust were:

My dear husband´s messiness. I swear there´s not a single day where he doesn´t leaves his socks on the bedroom floor.🧦 Just like he tends to throw his towel on the floor after taking a shower and always "forgets" to put it away. Or the fact that he never takes his shoes off when entering the house, not even when he was messing around in the graveyard before. Nope, he just walks into the house, leaving trails of sand on the floor, which is especially annoying if I just cleaned the floor.😒

The daily bickering and arguments between him and his older brother Drayton. These two are always at each others throats, which can be quite annoying (yet they both love each other).

All the long and usually incredible boring speeches Drayton likes to give us (usually during dinner). The best thing to do here is simply keeping quiet, nodding from time to time and pretending to listen.

So yeah, there were a few things, but I absolutely adore my darling and his crazy family and even if I could, I wouldn´t want to change a thing about them.😊

let's say hypothetically if you and your fo moved in together, what would be the hardest thing to adjust to?

[sjsmith56]

Brother - Chapter 1, Eyes of the Father

Summary: Taking place after the events at the destruction of the helicarriers a young woman writer finds an injured man in her garage and decides to help him.

Length: 4.7 K

Characters: Named female OFC (described physically but she doesn’t consider herself pretty), named OMC - her brother who’s in trouble, named OMC - FBI agent, recurring character, Bucky Barnes (beefy, long hair).

Warning: Mourning for dead relatives, mistrust of FBI agent, OFC struggling financially. Reference to drug use.

Author notes: There is a long time arc with this story, with some jumps forward being made. Updates will be twice a week.

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Late 2014.

The sweat kept dripping into Lacey's eyes and she kept using her gloved hand to brush it off. Finally she had enough and she went into the small house, found a large rag and tied it over her forehead, smoothing her blond hair under the edge. She poured herself a large glass of water and stood over the sink, drinking the water down. Then she went back outside and continued to sand the old paint off of the window trim. She noticed some of the caulking coming off and she added replacing that to her list of things to fix on the old house that her grandfather had left her. The list, which had grown considerably from the day she took possession, had already overwhelmed her meagre savings and unless she sold another article was perilously close to being insurmountable. Still, she had inherited the Williams stubborn streak and remained convinced that she could turn this ramshackle abode into someplace she could live and write in peace. Her concentration was broken by the sound of a cough and she looked up to see her older brother, Tom, watching her.

"I heard that Grandpa left it to you," he said, as he stepped up onto the porch and ran his hand over the railing. She hadn't even heard his car when he drove into the yard. "What memories I have of this place. I liked him too, you know. He didn't leave me anything."

"You hadn't seen him in over five years," replied Lacey. "None of you had really. I was here every chance I could get, and I lived with him for a year while he was dying. Someone had to take care of him because he wouldn't go into a hospice."

"I'm not disputing that you don't deserve this," stated her brother. "I just wish you had reached out to me at least. I didn't know he was dying and I would have made an effort to help."

Lacey nodded. "What have you been up to?" she asked. "By the clothes and your car it would appear you're doing well."

He shrugged. "Being a stockbroker comes with financial rewards but it's a killer career," he admitted. "It's not what I planned to do with my life but I'm good at it so ...."

Lacey stopped and put the sander down. "Why are you really here, Tom?" she queried. "I'm pretty busy trying to fix everything Grandpa couldn't fix while he was sick."

"Let me help," he said. "No strings attached. You must have run out of money already and I know that the taxes are probably due soon. I have the money and if you let me I'll help with the work. It might help me begin to like myself again."

She looked at him. Out of her three siblings he was closest in age to her and they had got along for the most part. He bought her alcohol when she was underage, had been with her the first time she smoked pot, showing her how to roll the joint and properly inhale the smoke. They had drifted apart when he went to college and fell in with a rich crowd of friends. Looking closer at him she saw the lines in his forehead and the dark circles under his eyes.

"What's going on?" she asked, coming closer. "You don't look well."

He took a breath and looked around, trying to decide what to say. "I fucked up," he whispered. "I got involved with a shady deal and I'm terrified that if I'm not arrested someone is going to come looking for me and hurt me or worse. I need a place to hide out while I figure out what to do and you're the only one I trust. Please, help me."

Leaning against the railing his whole body deflated as if he had been keeping this terrible secret for so long it had overwhelmed him. Lacey looked at Tom, and noticed his hand shook as he lit a cigarette.

"We should put your car in the garage then," she said. "It's a dead giveaway ... sorry for the words."

He smiled grimly then hugged her desperately. "Thank you," he whispered. "I didn't know who else to turn to. Mom would have freaked out. Nancy is caught up in her divorce and Terry is ... well he's always been an asshole, hasn't he?"

A bitter laugh escaped Lacey's lips at the mention of their oldest brother Terry, who was an asshole. Blessed with exceptional athletic ability he had been drafted by the New York Giants and had forged a successful career as a wide receiver. He had also surrounded himself with a circle of like-minded friends who lived to hit the stripper bars and date starlets. Everything in his life was about him and keeping the gravy train going.

While Lacey opened the doors of the ancient garage Tom backed his car in, got his bag out, and together they closed the doors, locking them with a padlock. Her brother followed her into their Grandpa's house and she left him in the small, spare bedroom. In his condition she didn't think he could sleep in their grandfather's bedroom where he had breathed his last breaths but she had no qualms about it, having been with him at the end. She returned to the porch to continue sanding and was joined by her brother ten minutes later. He had changed into blue jeans and a T-shirt. Handing him a hammer and nails she asked him to nail down any loose boards on the porch. He smiled and got to it right away. They worked together without comment until they heard the sound of thunder and put the tools away just before it started to rain.

While Tom washed up Lacey fried up some burgers for them in the cast iron pan that she placed over the gas burner. She sliced some tomatoes and onions, broke apart some lettuce leaves and put the condiments on the table. Then she pulled out a couple of cold beers. Tom opened them and took a long drink from his bottle. They both made up their burgers and took a good sized bite, saying nothing except making contented noises as they chewed. Lacey finished chewing her second bite and looked at her brother.

"Who would want to hurt you?" she asked.

"The Russian mob," he said reluctantly. "I didn't know the deal was money laundering. It was one of my colleagues that asked me to set it up. When I found out I panicked. I took off and drove here."

"It's not like you stole their money, is it?" she looked him directly in the eyes.

He didn't make eye contact at first. "I put it into a secret account," he replied finally. "In case I decided to go to the police with it. I wanted proof of the money trail and I don't have that. So I'm screwed either way."

"Fuck," muttered Lacey. "Does your colleague know about me? Or any of us? You have to figure they might come after any one of us to force you into the open."

"I didn't think of that," he admitted. "Shit, I'm sorry. I should leave. Draw them away."

"Tom, just go to the police," she pleaded. "At least they can give you protection and they probably have forensic accountants who can help you with the money trail. If not the local police then the feds, FBI maybe."

"When did you become so smart?" he asked. "I never thought of that. Look, I'll stay here tonight and tomorrow I'll go to the FBI. I promise."

She searched his face, looking for any sign of lying but as far as she could tell he meant everything he said. After cleaning up the dishes Tom went into his room while Lacey sat in front of her laptop trying to write. She still tried to write 1000 words per day while she was working on the house, not wanting to get out of the routine. After a few hours she had enough and decided to go to bed. It was raining pretty heavily and she figured it would help with falling asleep. Gently she knocked on Tom's door and he opened it.

"I'm going to bed," she said. "I've turned everything off out here. I'll see you in the morning."

He hugged her. "You bet," he said. "Good night. I love you, little sister."

"I love you, too, big brother," she replied, and turned to her room.

Settling under the old quilt that her grandmother had made she listened to the sound of the rain hitting the roof and slowly drifted off to a deep sleep. She awoke before sunrise with a start, thinking she heard the sound of a car leaving. Getting out of the bed she went to Tom's room and found it empty. His bag was gone as well. On the kitchen table was a piece of paper with Tom's handwriting on it and five hundred dollars paper clipped to it. She put the overhead light on to read the note.

Lacey,

I'm going to the FBI with what I know. Hopefully, they believe me. I'm sorry for disappointing you and for running out before you got up but I was afraid if I saw you I would lose my nerve.

I'm glad Grandpa left you the house. You deserve it. You deserve so much.

I love you.

Tom

Stepping outside she walked across the damp grass to the garage and found it empty. He really had left and she suddenly felt sick, in a frightened sense. The padlock had been left open, with the key still in it, and she began to close the double doors when she heard a noise from inside. As quietly as possible she reopened one of the doors, stepped inside, and grabbed a shovel, holding it in both of her hands.

"Who's there?" she asked. "This is private property and you're trespassing. If you leave now I won't call the police."

Stepping further inside the dim interior she could feel her heart pounding. Then she saw him, a man moaning on the floor of the garage. He was a big man, dressed in jeans, boots, and wearing several layers of clothing as if he was cold, which he likely was as he was soaked. A back pack lay beside him. His long hair covered his face and he had several days beard growth on his face.

"Please," he said, raising his hand with his palm out. "I won't hurt you. I just needed a place to hide out of the rain until I got my strength back. I saw the man leave and he left the garage open. I didn't know you were here."

Slowly she approached him and kneeled down to see him better. She saw his leg was bleeding and that he had tied a belt on it to act as a tourniquet. His voice was soft and non-threatening. He moved his head and she saw a flash of blue eyes, the bluest eyes she had ever seen, even in the dim pre-dawn light.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"James," he said in that deceptively soft voice. "I just need to rest for a few hours then I'll be on my way."

She placed the shovel against the wall. "Come on, James," she said, offering her arms to him. "I have a first aid kit in the house. You need to get out of those wet clothes as well."

He began to protest but he saw the look on her face and he slowly got up, leaning on her as she helped him stand. His size surprised her. She guessed he was at least six feet tall but he seemed bigger with his broad shoulders. He grabbed his back pack with his left hand and put his right arm around her shoulder as she put hers around his waist. Slowly they walked out of the garage and into the house, where she helped him to the couch.

"I'm sorry to bother you but do you think I could have some water?" he asked politely, looking up at her with those blue eyes.

Lacey brought him a glass of water which he drained while she went to the bathroom, bringing out the first aid kit. He looked intently at her as she approached.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Lacey Williams," she replied. "I live here. The man was my brother, Tom. He's ... in trouble and is turning himself into the FBI. I'm guessing you're in trouble as well."

He smiled slightly and she saw a flash of white teeth. "Oh yeah," he replied. "Big trouble. That's how I got shot. Certain people want me back and I don't want to go back to doing what they made me do."

"Well, I'm not going to ask for details right now," she decided. "I'm going to have to rip your pants open to fix your leg. I can fix the pants but they need washing with all the blood that's on them. You could probably do with a shower as well ... no offence."

"None taken," he smiled again and she felt a sudden heat inside her at the sight of it. "If you help me to your bathroom, I can shower and remove the bullet myself. I've done it before. I'll take you up on washing my clothes, if that's not too much of an imposition. Then I'll be on my way."

"I have a robe you can wear," she offered. "It's old, belonged to my Grandpa. I keep it to remind me of him."

He nodded and she helped him to the bathroom, then brought the robe to him. "Thank you," he said softly, then he closed the door, opening it shortly after while wearing the robe. She saw a flash of something silver coloured and he changed his position, hiding his left hand from her. Handing her a bundle of clothing he nodded his thanks and closed the door. She heard the shower come on and she waited until it stopped before putting his clothes into the washer, not wanting to use up all the hot water. She looked down at herself and realized she was still wearing what she had worn to bed. She went in her room, locked the door and changed. There were no other sounds from the bathroom when she came out so Lacey began making some breakfast. Guessing he hadn't eaten for a while she made a lot and when he did come out in her Grandpa's robe his eyes widened at the spread she put out.

"I figured you were likely hungry," she said. "Go ahead. I don't mind. Did you get the bullet out?"

"Yes, I did," he answered as he sat at the table. "It will heal quickly."

She watched him as he ate. His long hair was slicked back over his ears, and she noticed that under the unshaven face he was really quite handsome. Even with just the robe on he was a big man; his broad shoulders and chest hinted at the muscular body she was sure was underneath. His manners were good. He commented on how tasty the food was and he was well on his way to eating all of it. She noticed he wore a glove on his left hand and stared at it for a bit drawing his notice.

"You're wondering about the glove," he said quietly. "I have an artificial arm and hand. It ... bothers some people."

"Why?" she asked. He stopped eating and for a moment she saw anxiety on his face. "I'm sorry. It's really none of my business."

"It's because of what I was," he finally said, after much deliberation. "What I was forced to do. The people who gave me this arm made it very distinctive, as a sort of calling card, I guess. It was supposed to make my targets afraid."

He had stopped eating and looked intensely at the surface of the table, as if he was afraid of revealing more. Lacey said nothing, but a thought had grown in her head and she took a deep breath. Was this soft spoken polite man really him?

"You're him," she said softly. "The assassin for HYDRA that everyone is looking for, Bucky Barnes."

The man still said nothing but his demeanour had changed to that of a man filled with regret and sadness. When he looked at Lacey she could see the pain in his eyes as he slowly nodded his head. "I meant what I said in the garage," he stated. "I'm not that man anymore and I won't hurt you. Once my clothes are clean I'll be out of here and you'll never see me again."

"Who shot you?" She had an idea but she wanted confirmation.

"HYDRA," he replied. "They're still looking for me, along with the CIA, who have shoot to kill orders on me. I was in New York, trying to find a ship to Europe I could stowaway on and they cornered me on the docks. I had to jump into the Hudson River and swim to Staten Island. It was a long way and cold but it was the only way to escape them in the dark. I made it, barely. I'll try to get on a ship in Philadelphia or Baltimore instead."

Lacey swallowed. It was November and this man had just told her he swam from New York to Staten Island with a bullet in his leg. He had said it so matter of factly that she had no doubt it was true. She tried to remember what she had read or seen on TV about Bucky Barnes. After Natasha Romanoff leaked HYDRA and SHIELD files there were investigative journalists who had been trying to find out more about this legendary assassin.

"You're really as old as they say you are?" she asked.

"I was born in 1917," he replied. "HYDRA kept me frozen between assignments so I barely aged. I'm still trying to sort out my memories from before but I remember a lot of what they did to me after the war. I wasn't a person to them. I was an ... asset, a weapon."

She began to gather the empty dishes from the table and he placed his right hand on one of hers. "Thank you for the meal," he said. "I hadn't eaten for some time. It will help my bullet wound heal faster."

His hand was hot, as if he had a fever and at first she was going to say something but she realized the heat was likely a byproduct of his treatment from HYDRA. It would explain how he could swim so far in cold water. She made an impulsive decision.

"You can stay for a while, Bucky," she offered, seeing him smile slightly as she used his name. "I have a spare room, although I'll have to change the sheets on the bed. This place is out of the way and no one should come looking for you here. I can check the internet and find a ship that's headed to Europe for you."

"Why would you do that for me?" he asked, puzzled. "You don't know me."

"Let's just say I empathize with your situation," she replied. "Everyone deserves a second chance. You're different than how they describe you."

"Okay," he agreed after being silent for some time. "Thank you, I'll stay for a while."

As she washed the dishes, he dried them and asked where they went. She put his washed clothes into the dryer and came back to see Bucky looking at the books on her shelf, holding one in his hand. He gestured to her Grandpa's LPs.

"You have some good music here," he noted.

She smiled and nodded her head. "They belonged to my Grandpa," she replied. "They kind of grew on me while I played them for him when he was dying."

Her face must have shown she was still grieving because he bowed his head slightly. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said. He raised the book he was holding. "You wrote this? Confessions of a Broken White Girl."

"My first," she replied. "It didn't sell a lot but it got some good reviews."

"Do you mind if I read it while I wait for my clothes to dry?"

"Go for it," she said, then headed outside to continue with the sanding of the window frames, tying the rag around her forehead again.

She sanded for some time then saw the flash of a silver hand reach for the sander and straightened up to see a fully dressed Bucky standing beside her. "I can do that for you," he offered. "It's a thankless job but my artificial hand can take more abuse than your hand can."

Handing him the sander she saw he was right. With his artificial hand he could put more pressure on it.

"Did you finish the book?" she asked.

"No, but I liked what I read of it," he said. "Reminded me a little of Virginia Woolf except for the fact she used stream of consciousness in her writing and yours was more straightforward."

"You've read Virginia Woolf?" she asked sceptically.

"I've read a lot," he replied. "I initially read some women writers to impress college girls before the war but I did get something out of it."

"You remember that?" Lacey said sarcastically. "What did you get out of it, sex?"

He laughed and his perfect smile was very prominent. "Touché," he said. "I'll admit that I had a bit of a reputation."

Lacey laughed as well. At least he was honest. He finished sanding all the windows and asked what he could do next. Before she could say he tensed and listened, tilting his head slightly.

"You have company," he said. "Several vehicles by the sounds of it. If you don't mind I'm going to make myself scarce but I'll be nearby. I just don't want to risk being caught."

"Go," she said decisively.

She turned towards the road and didn't even hear him leave. Picking up the hammer she started looking for loose nails on the railing and hammering them back in. About a minute after Bucky left three dark vehicles pulled up and several big men with dark suits and wearing sunglasses got out of each vehicle. As the others spread out over the property four approached her. One took his sunglasses off and showed her his ID.

"Lacey Williams?" he asked. "FBI. I'm Agent Dan Jones. Have you seen your brother Thomas recently?"

"He was here yesterday," she replied. "He stayed the night and left before I got up. He left me a note saying he was going to report to the FBI. What is this about?"

"May I see the note?" asked Agent Jones. "Please?"

She turned to go into the house and was aware that he and the other three men from his vehicle had followed her in. She had put the note on her desk and handed it to him. After he read it he looked at her again, then nodded at the other three who spread out.

"Now wait just a minute," she protested. "I've been truthful with you. If you're going to search my house I want to see a warrant."

He pulled a document out of his inner jacket pocket. "Did your brother say anything more?" he asked.

"I was going to tell you but this is bullshit," she said. "I'm calling a lawyer and I won't say anything until I speak to one."

"That is your right," he said. "Your brother is in a lot of trouble. There is a substantial amount of money missing and until we find your brother we're going to assume he stole it."

Lacey kept her face grim and dialled the lawyer who handled her grandfather's estate. When she explained what was happening he said he would be there right away. Fifteen minutes later the lawyer arrived and read over the warrant. Then he pulled Lacey into the bathroom. For a moment she panicked slightly when she saw the bullet and some bloody gauze from Bucky's wound in the small garbage can beside the sink. She blew her nose with a tissue and dropped it over the gauze.

"Did your brother say anything to you about the money?" asked the lawyer, drawing her attention.

"He said he was tricked into a money laundering scheme for the mob," she replied. "Then he said he transferred a large sum of money into a secret account so he could find the money trail. I told him to report it to the FBI and let them find the money trail. He left before I got up and wrote a note that he was going to the FBI with his story."

The lawyer took a deep breath. "If you want my advice I would tell them everything," he said. "If he's in trouble you need their help to get him out of it, especially if the mob is involved. If he's the one who is in the wrong, you need to distance yourself from him immediately."

Lacey swore, thought for a moment and made a decision. She left the bathroom and approached Agent Jones.

"My brother told me he was tricked into a money laundering scheme involving the mob," she said. "He admitted to transferring the money into a secret account in order to find the money trail. I have no idea of the account details. He said he would report to the FBI so that your forensic accountants could find the money trail. That's all I know. If he's being chased by the mob you need to find him first."

Jones looked grimly at her and took out his cell phone. "Put an APB out on Thomas Williams, as a material witness in a money laundering scheme," he said, then he paused. "Are you sure it's him? Okay, cancel the APB but I want his vehicle examined fully and the autopsy done as soon as possible." He hung up and looked at Lacey apologetically. "I'm sorry. Your brother was found dead in his car just half an hour ago. He had been shot in the head. It would appear that the mob found him before we did. I am sorry for your loss."

A roaring sound filled Lacey's ears and she stood there absorbing what Agent Jones had just told her. Tom, dead. She knew Jones was saying something to her but she had no idea what it was because the roaring sound blocked everything out. He looked at the lawyer, who helped her sit and kneeled in front of her.

"Lacey," he kept saying until she finally began to hear words again. "Lacey, did your brother say anything about the money laundering, what it involved?"

"No, except it was one of his colleagues that asked him to set it up," she said as she felt a lump begin to form in her throat. "He didn't say which one. I have to phone my mother."

"We already have two agents on their way to your mother's house," replied Jones. "We're going to finish searching your property and see if your brother left any clues here. Do you have someone who can stay with you?" She nodded, remembering Bucky was nearby. "Good. I would suggest you keep on the lookout for any strange vehicles or people that approach you or your property. If you do notice anything please call me directly. Whoever your brother crossed is going to want their money."

He handed her his card and she took it. Absently she sat on the couch for the next two hours, watching but not really observing the agents search the inside of her house. She did note they didn't go into the bathroom. When the FBI was finished with their search Agent Jones again expressed his sympathies. Then he ordered his men to leave and the lawyer went with them, leaving her alone with just the sound of the birds outside.

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Welcome back!!!!! Missed you so much. Hope you're doing well :)

Was wondering if I could request Burke being a grandpa to little girl. Since you aren't taking oneshot or fanfic reqs I was wondering if it could be lile in headcanon form? Idk, anythibg that you're comfortable with :)

Hope you aren't uncomfortable with the ask and if you don't want to do it for whatever reason thats ok!

Have a nice day 💖💖💖💖

HI ANON!! life's alright rn, hope ur doing great too💓💓

of course! here you go and enjoy ^_^

burke lapadura being a grandpa to memory hcs🔨🧸

burke is a very carefree but nontheless a caring grandpa!

beneath the surface burke really loves kids :) he just sucks at displaying affection in general

some hunters would call his behavior irresponsible

...like letting memory stick her finger into his bottle of vodka and taste it

to which he responds with a simple *shoo* motion with his hand

like would you rather have her try a harmless drop of alcohol or learn how to pallet stun you to death at 8 years old smh🙄🙄young people these days

refers to himself as "old man" and "grumpy old"guy", even "fossil" occasionaly

always fixes memory's dolls once they tear!

^proposed installing mechanical limbs and laser eyes but took it back once he saw the concern in her eyes

when he falls asleep grandpa style™ on the sofa while watching TV he often wakes up with a face full of badly applied makeup

(by memory, of course)

and he'd let her bake his face even if he was awake 🫡‼️ he'd go on and call himself a "pretty princess" for her

jumping back to burke's irresponsibility, back in his workshop he has a shit ton of prototypes and weapons eagerly waiting to be tested

..and, honestly, is there a better person to test them other than his beloved granddaughter? there's no child out there that dislikes pushing colorful buttons and detonating bombs! (safety first tho)

his babysitting is 50/50 honestly. either he watches over her every move like an eagle or he peacefully reads as she runs around in circles

rule no1 in the manor: never, and by that i mean NEVER let burke in the kitchen.

it's not even the fact that he sucks at cooking, it's just that he's so used to the speed and precision of his machines that he rages whenever the freezer gets stuck or the oven is not hot enough

^so it's a bit of a hassle when memory wants some warm milk alongside her cookies.

"keep away from the kitchen for some time sweetie, grandpa is trying not to give himself 3rd degree burns while using a microwave!"

sometimes memory ends up spending the entire day in his workshop helping him

and trust me, working with burke is a BLAST (literally and metaphorically)

burke likes fishing in his free time so i believe he and memory would go on fishing trips together :)

definetly has one of those funny snapbacks that say stuff like "fish want me women fear me"

even if they don't catch anything it's the quality time that matters!

reads memory her favourite bed time stories! of course, his narrating isn't as good as orpheus's, but he tries to voice each character differently so that's immediately a plus

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🏒As a primarily masculine regressor, most of my posts will fit into more stereotypically masculine-boy themes!!! But of course I will here-and-there make posts with softer/more feminine themes!! But I'm a boy and I just love robots and destruction!!!

⚽I will make primarily stimboards and moodboards, but once in awhile I may upload ramble posts about my interests and other subjects, but all will always be SFW!!

⚾I can take any kinds of asks!!! Wether it's simple questions, moodboards and stimboard requests, or just simple conversation starters! They will always be open, but that doesn't mean I'll always automatically respond! If I don't answer yours within a month, it's most likely because I didn't want to/didn't feel comfortable to!

🤖The biggest one, quite obviously, Transformers!!!

🔩Furry fandom!

🛸Cookie run, oven break & kingdom

🚀Alot of metal bands, but most notebly: Fear Factory, Powerman 5000 & Static-X!!

⚙️Funkeys

🔨Pokémon

🔗Object show community, multiple shows!!

Requests I will happily accept!!:

🦅Stimboards, moodboards, and maybe outfit boards!!

🦘Regressor and/or Caregiver themed character boards!

🐐 Agere/caregiver drawings of fictional characters!!

🐄Any child-based medias!

🐕Petregressor/petdreamer based requests

🐎Requests for fandoms I am not apart of!

🐒Character themed boards with more than one character

🐖Boards of oc's, fictional characters, songs/bands, animals, toys, and more!

Requests I will not do!!:

🐊Boards based around 18+ media and graphic 13+ even with regressor/caregiver themes! ((Aka no hazbin hotel/helluva boss, Southpark, Stranger things, The Walking Dead, most horror media, etc.))

🦕No themes with triggering topics!

🦖Absolutely NO KINK/NSFW!! This is a child-friendly blog, AND I MYSELF am a minor in my big age!!

🐢No themes of real people who have not given permission to be requested/included in agere areas! This does not include music bands.

If you're request doesn't fall under the no-do list and hasn't been replied to in over a month, it's most likely for a personal reason!

[ogatas-beloved]

💗Nonromantic F/O List 💗

💞 Tags will all begin with a signifier- "fam;" for familial, "qpr;" for queer platonic, and "pl;" for platonic! Ex: fam; 🧋dot

Familial:

Jody "Dot" Charna - OC

He/Him

Relationship: Son

Character tag: 🧋 dot

Interaction tag: dot; the whole world for you

Miles "Tails" Prower - Sonic Franchise

He/Him

Relationship: Son

Character tag: 🛩️ tails

Roberto DeNiro - Trigun Stampede

He/Him

Relationship: Father

Character tag: 🥃 pops

Tira, Holly, and Gracie Nicole Wolfwood - Trigun OCs

She/They (Tira), She/Her (Holly, Gracie)

Relationship: Daughters

Character tags: ☕ tira, 🔧 holly, 🐈‍⬛ gracie

Cirice Wolfwood - Trigun OC

They/Them

Relationship: Child

Character tag: 🐞 cirice

Tavern Wolfwood - Trigun OC

He/They

Relationship: Son

Character tag: 🩹 tav

Senjuro Rengoku and Genya Shinazugawa - Demon Slayer

He/Him

Relationship: Brothers in law

Character tags: 🍁 senjuro, 🦷 genya

Tulin - Legend of Zelda, Tears of the Kingdom

He/Him

Relationship: Son

Character tag: 🕊️ tulin

Nezuko and Tanjiro Kamado - Demon Slayer

She/Her (Nezuko), He/Him (Tanjiro)

Relationships: Brother and sister

Character tags: 🌸 nezuko, 🔆 tanjiro

Amanda Ann - Dream Daddy

She/Her

Relationship: Daughter

Character tag: 🐼 manda panda

Father Garcia and Father Allred - Faith (Airdorf Games)

He/Him

Relationship: Fathers

Character tags: 🚬 garcia, ✝️ allred

Sarah Gunning - Midnight Mass

She/Her

Relationship: Step daughter

Character tag: 🥼 sarah

The Belchers - Bob's Burgers

She/Her (Tina, Louise, Linda), He/Him (Bob), He/She/They (Gene)

Relationship: Parents and siblings

Character tags: 🎹 gene, 🐴 tina, 🐰 louise, 🥂 linda, 🍔 bob

Princess Zelda - Legend of Zelda

She/Her

Relationship: sister

Character tag: 👑 zelda

Kaede Kaburagi and Lara Tchaikovskaya - Tiger & Bunny

She/Her

Relationship: Step daughter (Kaede), Adopted daughter (Lara)

Character tags: 🐅 tiger cub, 🐈 baby cat

Izutsumi - Dungeon Meshi

She/Her

Relationship: Sister

Character tag: 😺 izu

Mao Xiangling - Genshin Impact

She/Her

Relationship: Daughter

Character tag: 🍳 you're toast!

Interaction tag: xiangling; teach me your favorite recipe

MaeLyn - Dragon Ball GT OC

She/They

Relationship: Sister

Character tag: 🩵 mae

Interaction tag: mae; let's get coffee

Ocarina - Dragon Ball GT OC

He/Him

Relationship: Father

Character tag: 🍹 ocarina

Asirpa - Golden Kamuy

She/Her

Relationship: Niece

Character tag: 🏹 asirpa

Yoshitake Shiraishi - Golden Kamuy

He/Him

Relationship: Cousin

Character tag: 🍶 escape king

Toshizou Hijikata - Golden Kamuy

He/Him

Relationship: Grandfather

Character tag: ⚔️ sword grandpa

The Tobins + Honeybee Shaw - The Great North

She/Her (Judy, Honeybee), He/Him (Wolf, Beef, Moon, Ham)

Relationship: Father (Beef) and siblings

Character tags:

Annaliese Kneynsberg

She/Her

Relationship: Daughter

Character tag: 🌷 anna

Queer Platonic:

Basil Grimoire - OC

He/Him

Character tag: 🧪 basil

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez - Bleach

He/Him

Character tag: 🐱 grimm

Vash The Stampede - Trigun

He/Him

Character tag: 🌱 vash

Chilchuck Tims - Dungeon Meshi

He/Him

Character tag: 🔐 chil

Interaction tag: chil; I've got the key to your heart

Saichi Sugimoto - Golden Kamuy

He/Him

Character tag: 🦌 sugimoto

Interaction tag: sugimoto; a dish made with love

Platonic:

Mitsuri Kanroji - Demon Slayer

She/They

Character tag: 🍡 mitsuri

Barnaby Brooks Jr., Agnes Joubert, and Nathan Seymour - Tiger & Bunny

He/Him (Barnaby), She/Her (Agnes), She/They (Nathan)

Character tags: 🐇 bunny, 📹 agnes, 🔥 fire!

Laios Touden - Dungeon Meshi

He/Him

Character tag: 🗡️ laios

Meryl Stryfe and Milly Thompson - Trigun

She/Her

Character tags: 🎤 meryl, 🍮 milly

Genjiro Tanigaki, Inkarmat, and Tokishige Usami- Golden Kamuy

He/Him (Tanigaki), She/Her (Inkarmat), Any (Usami)

Character tags: 🐻 mr. sideburns, 🦊 fox lady, 🔨 usami

Group tags:

🍔 burger family - The Belchers

🐺 wolf pups - The Wolfwood kids (including Dot)

🦊 😺 the kits - Lara, Dot, and Kaede

Dividers

[2010s-nostalgia]

Rate me on how I would survive a zombie apocalypse

0 being I'll die immediately

10 being I'll definitely survive

1-9 being how many years I'll last

(Anything not here is stuff I didn't watch)

For your placements of Uncle Grandpa and Madagascar 3, I'd say about 5 on survival. That is my verdict 🔨

[voidselfshipp]

Orym: which one of you taught gemma how to swear?

Chetney:...

S/i:...

Ashton:....

Orym:...really?

Ashton: okay in my defence-

Orym: deep sigh*

Gemma: FUCK :D

[sherbetpixels]

Tumbledown Starter Farm 🔨 No CC

Hello everyone 🥰 I was inspired by Stardew Valley to create this build - A real ‘Grandpa’s Farm’ your sims can inherit straight out of CAS to slowly fix up over the generations! It’s very run down inside, lots of holes needing patching and trash piles in every room! There is minimal furniture, the basics your sims need to survive, but once it’s renovated it’ll be a lovely 5 bedroom family home!

My plan is to use this in a Let’s Play on youtube! There are a couple episodes already up, I should have the next one up sometime next week with the Noble family moving into this lot! 💖

▶ 40x40 Residential lot in Brindleton Bay ▶ 5 Bedrooms, 3.5 Bathrooms ▶ $15,899

If anyone would like to renovate this, I’d love to see what you do with it 🥰

If you would like to download this build, you can find the links below. Please make sure bb.moveobjects is enable before placing, I hope you enjoy 🌴

DOWNLOAD (SFS) DOWNLOAD (Gallery)

[lemon-vase12]

Two things before I go on with this post

First off 🔨 just in case

Second Spoiler alert down below

Ok let's Go!!!

Keep Reading

I decided to replay the magic lamp event from Obey Me! And...

Hold it right there Grandpa!

First off

Anybody taught yo ass about consent?!

Now secondly don't I get a say?

Diavolo: Thank You!!!!!!

A little further up and we get this

Cue the little jingle from SpongeBob called steel string

But then

Yes Beel. Exactly what we all need!!

More to come

[goldie90]

Just the usual madness...

The sim versions of my darling and his brother Drayton are not getting along all too well today (which is very fitting, considering that these two are always at each other's throats), so here we have them fighting while sim!Goldie is having a conversation with grandpa:

[menshusband]

tags

—stuff

#✏️ | doodle : my drawings

#📝 | scribble : my writing

#cw/tw [content/trigger] : content/trigger warning

#do not reblog/rb

#the unsilly : vents

#the silly rambles : self-shipping unrelated

#🤺queue🤺 : scheduled posts

#(cw/tw) suggestive : ns//fw

—friends/mutuals

in order of date!!

#👉🏻👉🏻 | finger guns : @/tsundere-selfship

#🎼 | colt : @/pupships

#👑 | hugest tease : @/readbyred

#💬 | a-mutual : @/dark-eyes-under-the-golden-sky

#🌙 | no more lonely nights : Bill

#🦋 | knock knock : @/blueberrysblues

#🐌 | snail brother : @/fifth-nails-blog

#⛸️ | emotional support : @/scimmy

#🧸 | sweet lady : @/dolls-self-ships

—f/o’s

romantic:

#⚰️ | aesop

#📐 | anglaigus

#👼🏻 | azi / #🐍 | crowley / #🥂 | the ineffable rivals

#🤖 | b.e.n.

#🧸 | bane

#🍵 | barbar [Barbatos]

#❄️ | barton

#💻 | benji

#⏳ | bruno

#🪦 | cage

#🦷 | caine

#🧪 | calvin

#🦎 | cami [Camilo] / #🌪️ | carlos / #⚽ | the twins

#🚆 | charon

#🪺 | chuck

#👑 | clopin

#🍰 | cloudy

#👥 | danny [Dan]

#🐦 | diaval

#✒️ | doppo

# ❔| ed [Edward]

#✈️ | eefie [Ethan]

#🔨 | felix

#💳 | francis

#💥 | fred

#☕ | gabriel adrian

#💋 | grell

#🎄 | grinch

#💼 | hank

#📼 | harrison

#💀 | héctor

#🪓 | henry

#💐 | hermes

#🗣️ | hickory

#🥁 | hi [Highston]

#🦑 | howard

#🪞 | jack

#? | jax

#🗞️ | joe

#❤️‍🩹 | john

#🥯 | spot

#🃏 | joker

#🎭 | julian

#🛠️ | the triplets [Kio + Noki + Pino]

#♟️ | king [Kinger]

#🥊 | knuckles

#🔎 | columbo

#📀 | lucifer

#🗡️ | lucio

#🪠 | gigio [Luigi]

#⚾ | luke

#🕯️ | lumière

#🎖️ | cal [Major]

#🏹 | marcus

#🎤 | mark connor

#🧠 | megamind

#🛎️ | miles

#🌘 | moon / #🌔 | sun / #🌗 | day and night

#🍋 | motojirō

#🧦 | mountain

#🧣 | mr. tumnus

#🍦 | mugman

#⏱️ | narrator

# ? | nathaniel

#🤏🏻 | ned

#🥀 | ōgai / #🐈‍⬛ | yukichi / #🩸 | fruity rivals

#🎸 | noodle [Once-ler]

#📲 | owen

#🗡️ | pasunmotdeplus

#⛸️ | patrick / # 🩰 | peter / #🕺🏻 | old sports

#🩹 | peter

#🐂 | rhett

#🎖️ | robby [Robert]

#🔧 | roy

#💰 | snake

#🎞️ | noir

#🧩 | stanley

#⚔️ | steel

#📻 | stephen

#🎤 | swiss

#🧢 | tadashi

#📦 | teddy [Ted]

#🖊️ | tom [Thomas]

#🏹 | thranduil

#🪲 | timon

#❤️‍🩹 | tin man

#🪙 | tulio / #🎲 | the gods [Miguel + Tulio]

#🎆 | v

#🎹 | victor

#🧨 | vinny

QPs:

#🎴 | asra

#🎶 | assurancetourix

#🐗 | astérix

#🎤 | buster

#🧭 | caspian

#🌚 | cheshire

#🪅 | chester

#⚡ | david courtney

#🎮 | eddie

#🐺 | hi dad [Hydrad]

#🎃 | jack

#🪚 | leroy

#👾 | levi

#🌊 | maría

#🍄 | mario

#🗺️ | miguel

#📖 | milo

#📱 | mycroft / #🎻 | sherlock / #🚭 | the smokers

#🐡 | piranha

#👤 | PURR

#🛠️ | tony adam

#🪖 | tschakko

platonic:

#🔧 | audrey

#😈 | d

#🐐 | esme

#📚 | herm

#🐭 | mickey

#🪨 | obélix

#🐴 | phoebus

#🔔 | quasi

#🪺 | red

#🧠 | scarecrow

#⚔️ | the gladiators

familial:

#🌉 | the heroes [big hero 6]

#⛓️ | the prisoners [Aisha + Salim]

#🕯️ | the gifted family [Madrigal’s]

#🗯️ | the teens [teen titans]

#🛫 | top gun

#🌈 | the amazing family [Watterson’s]

#🕰️ | the redheads [Weasley’s]

//

#🧜🏼 | sea rulers [Athena + Triton]

#🎗️ | augustus

#🚘 | bill

#🤖 | space caretakers [CASE + TARS]

#🍩 | cass

#🦁 | clay

#📓 | dad [Constantine]

#🐴 | death

#🌌 | doppler

#? | duke

#🐻 | freddy

#🩻 | dad [James]

#☄️ | john

#🪐 | kalique

#🩰 | klaus

#? | carpet

#🍔 | peter

#🐐 | phil

#🐒 | rafiki

#🍴 | sarah

#🦀 | sebastian

#🐉 | soroz

#🧢 | tony

//

#🪵 | pontipee bros

#🧜🏻‍♀️ | sea princesses

#🎂 | zwerge

#🦍 | johnny

#🪽 | maleficent

#📣 | average

#⚔️ | shadow

//

#🕊️ | dove

#🎶 | miguel

#🛏️ | mike

#���️ | pectine

#🪀 | roger

#🪶 | wendy

//

#🔆 | grandies [Archibald + Daisy]

#🗡️ | arthur

#🩺 | greg

#🌊 | melody

#💷 | grandpa [Preston]

—crushes

#crush tag

—secret f/o’s:

#👔 | the doctor

—s/i’s

#s/i [s/i’s name]

[sky10]

The term " I Love You "

There are different types of scenarios that you say the word I love you it's meaning changes based on the situation

But you know In India especially in Kerala this word is on whole other level

You already know that datings are not normal in Kerala

But there are committed peoples you can see in public and other places i mean lovers

So problem in here is

First is

There is no dating in here so if boy or girl likes each other they tell them

I love you

If they like they will committed and become lovers so in that proposed day that couples mind will definitely get the wedding thought

So they immediately thinks their wedding and think about will family accept my lover. Eventually one will think is he/she matured enough so the things goes like this

Eventually they will break up or settle

Even the kids minds are like this first propose the love then marriage

I will not blame them because they are not the problem here

The real problem is with our society the society is twisted and broked they teach the whole generation wrong they don't even notice the cycle will continue like this 🔁🙂

We need to break this society's wrong perspectives 🔁🔨

We need to change

The thing is in another foreign countries first they hangout i mean go out

If they likes they date each other and then the one of them will say i love you then they live together 'living together'

This is the main thing

The wedding only comes last

But our society is not like this even proposing is a bad thing in here they will make a sus out of it

That's the society's mentality

Then the real problem comes the old peoples they are separated like this

Main one is moral policing peoples(sadhachara thendikal)

Next is Facebook grandpas (kilavanmar)

Bloody gramavasies

Etc

They all think like one

They don't accept the love or dating because of them our society turned into like this so our children also

So we really need to break this thing

I really want everything to be normal in our society

[heartshapedbubble]

masterlist pt.1

[summer 2022 - autumn 2023]

rules/intro

cut for length! 🫧

survivors:

helena adams👁

general/random hcs

with a s/o that likes to bake

luca balsa⚡

general/random hcs

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

dealing with insomnia hcs

demi bourbon🍾

matchup

norton campbell🧲

soul catcher with a shy s/o

soul catcher with a jealous s/o

soul catcher with a child reader

with a s/o that decided to cut their hair

numbers 2&3 // music and fashion

birthday hcs

my very own prince charming - a soul catcher x reader fic

aesop carl⚰️

with a s/o that loves physical touch

trickster fluffy hcs with a female s/o

with a s/o that decided to cut their hair

numbers 4&9 // love language & physical affection

number 2 // music

with a s/o that listens to rnb/lofi

eli clark🦉

general/random hcs

spending time with their sibling hcs

luchino diruse🦎

s/o that looks intimidating but is actually a softie

with a very shy s/o

with a s/o that likes to baby him

spring heated wine hcs

spring heated wine with a jealous s/o

spring heated wine with a child reader

the person i once knew - luchino angst oneshot

numbers 3&8 // fashion and body quirks

number 2 // music

the person i once knew, part 2

patricia dorval🌌

number 6 // relationships in the manor

william ellis🏈

s/o that looks intimidating but is actually a softie

spending time with their sibling hcs

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

kurt frank📚

with a s/o that likes books and adventures

number 7 // pets

victor grantz💌

birthday hcs

ganji gupta🏏

with a reader who plays the electric guitar

with a s/o that listens to rnb/lofi

frederick kreiburg🎼

general/random hcs

with a s/o who gives out words of affection/acts of service

andrew kreiss🕸

with a writer/aroace s/o

general/random hcs

with a s/o that loves physical touch

with a s/o that's having a breakdown

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

relationship hcs

with a s/o who can't speak english well

crushing on reader at the same time as edgar

with a s/o who gives out words of affection/acts of service

servais le roy🪄

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

lucky guy🎲

with a reader who plays the electric guitar

mike morton🃏

with an emotional s/o

murro morton🐗

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

orpheus📕

with an assassin s/o

dating/married life hcs

"family", an idv oneshot

unspoken words (orpheus x maid reader)

naib subedar🗡

general/random hcs

with an assassin s/o

edgar valden🎨

crushing on reader at the same time as andrew

weeping clown🎭

number 9 // physical affection

margaretha zelle🩰

numbers 8&9 // body quirks and physical affection

memory🧸

"family", an idv oneshot

burke being a grandpa to memory

hunters:

alva lorenz/hermit🌩

with an s/o who's engaged in equestrian sports

antonio paganini/violinist🎻

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

matchup

with an s/o who's engaged in equestrian sports

bane perez/gamekeeper🦌

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

burke lapadura/mad eyes🔨

being a grandpa to memory/little girl

ithaqua/night watch🌫

going friendly hcs

jack/the ripper🎩

with hyper!child reader

joseph desaulnier/photographer📷/🐍

childhood friends with d.m. - part 1

childhood friends with d.m. - part 2

childhood friends with d.m. - part 3

with an s/o who knows french

matchup

leo beck/hell ember☄️

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

with hyper!child reader

luchino diruse/evil reptilian🦎

spending time outside during the summer with their s/o

number 4 // love language

numbers 3&8 // fashion and body quirks

number 2 // music

the person i once knew, part 2

with an s/o who's engaged in equestrian sports

walking on s/o getting punched in the mouth

dream walker with sleeping reader/general hcs

michiko/geisha🌸

comfort/fluff hcs with a female s/o

with hyper!child reader

percy/undead🧟‍♂️

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

with hyper!child reader

robbie white/axe boy🌲

gn!survivor!reader platonic/family hcs

xie bian & fan wujiu/wu chang☂️/☂️⚪️/☂️⚫️

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

w/ a fem!hunter! reader who has 2 borzois

wujiu with a s/o who writes about sensitive themes

walking on s/o getting punched in the mouth

[x-trauma-x]

Kuromi | they/them | adult | traumacore and vent blog

DNI: MAPs, proshippers/anti-antis, pro-ana/thinspo, sysmeds/anti-endos

People: 🐔 - Sister (pos) 💄 - A Specific Former Friend (neg) 👽 - Partner (pos) 🔨 - Father (neg) 🐲 - Mother (neg) 🐱 - Grandpa (pos) 🌹 - Grandma (neu) ☠️ - Bully (neg, multiple) 🖤 - The Body (neu, headmate/someone who is not the one writing at the time but happened while they were fronting, etc)

Emojis will be used in place of names in the main post and in tags for my own future reference.

Tags: 👥 - Plural/System Stuff 😓 - Vent 🩸 - Idealization 💗 - Recovery 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 - Family

Block these emojis under your “blocked tags” section if any of it triggers you. If you don’t want to blacklist these specific emojis or emojis in general, please just don’t follow us! /nm

Frequently-Used Tone Tags: /nm - Not Mad /m - Mad /v - Vent /nav - Not A Vent /nbh - Nobody Here (vaguing) /hsp - Headspace (event happened in Headspace)

[bareblissyakima]

I'm thankful that I took the time to "help" my grandpa in the shop a few times over the years so I have a little understanding of how to put together and hang these retail shelves on the wall. 🪛🔨 509-961-6555 #barebliss #grandpasarethebest #yakima