#Bacon the hamster

[chamoemileclown]

Cutely thinks about eating hamster

[basurable]

I fully believe that Wallace is a roborovski hamster. Just the littlest guy.

[amena-draws]

I am just attracted to his absolutely pathetic vibes

[clawsdevour]

｡. ˚oikawa husband hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: post-time skip, fluff, goofy silly husband oikawa, not proofread

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-Oikawa, the type of husband to love to just hold your hand. Everytime he does though, he always looks at it to admire the ring he picked out for you the moment he knew you were the one. He can't help but smile and kiss the small gem while admiring the luck.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to absolutely love laughing with you. It's not that he likes laughing but more of hearing you laugh with him. He enjoys silly little moments where you get to laugh off a small mistake or just simple tickle fights.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to plan little "slumber parties" with you. He'd go out his way to buy little pouches of face masks and cut up little cucumbers for your eyes. While you're at it, Oikawa would also enjoy baking cookies to eat while you both binge-watch your current favorite shows. He loves doing little fun activities like these because you both get a chance to unwind and relax together.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to probably gossip with you about his volleyball team and old friends like how he met Hinata in Brazil. He loves telling you about his volleyball career as well since it's a big part of who he is and he appreciates how you love every version of him.. especially when you're real invested in the short volleyball gossip sessions.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to love ruining your cute couple selfies by making the goofiest faces mid pic until you get serious. Don't get me wrong, he enjoys taking selfies. But what he enjoys most is the memory behind the photos.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to give you his all. Every small effort he puts into you for instance, making you a simple breakfast. He puts every little thought into every action. Do you like bacon? He'd sizzle a fresh batch for you. Do you like your eggs whole or scrambled with salt and pepper? If you don't he wouldn't cook it that way. He remembers every little detail without you even realizing it.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to give you the best shoulder massages when you're having one of those days. He'd immediately notice your slight shift in energy and tell you to sit down in front of him while his fingers work that setter magic, relieving all the pent up stress and freeing up your tensed muscles while he reassures you with his comforting words.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to love going out on dates with you. He enjoys planning them, calling restaurants, booking flights, and overall going above and beyond for a good time with the one he loves the most. He truly loves to spoil you. He'd enjoy taking you out to foreign countries where you both can bask in the ambiance of new land where it's just you two.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to be a complete fatass for the food you cook. Doesn't matter if you're a bad or a good chef, he genuinely likes that you enjoy cooking for him. Every meal he eats, he can feel the love that you cooked it with every bite that just gets better. He's stuffing his cheeks full like a hamster to the point where he'd accidentally end up choking for water.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to definitely send you reels while he's out for work. He'd for sure be watching them and laugh when reading the comment section to the point where he has to send you the reels and sends screenshots of the comments he found the funniest. Oikawa would quite literally laugh in your dms saying stuff like "LOL HINATA DID THIS ONCE"

masterlist here

[dubuthecat]

i love jeffery bacon having acne, red stoner eyes, pizza and hamster in his pocket. playing fornite, just delivering pizza. no remarkable skills whatsoever. literally the most normal guy. wears a beanie when he already has a hoodie. likely greasy fingers from all the pizza. go girl give us nothing. is the only one that gets downed in the first session. max 10 hp. oh i love it

[ladykailitha]

Staking My Claim Part 6

And here we are! The end of this sweet little story. I had a blast writing it and I enjoyed all the comments and tags. Thank you so much.

We get to the "is this set after canon or a no monster AU *shrugs* could be either" part of the story.

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3| Part 4|Part 5

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

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When he woke up next it was dark out and his stomach was growling. As he sat up he could smell the warm heat of something cooking in the kitchen. He went to the bathroom and washed his hands. He knew he should brush his teeth and he vaguely remembered Eddie saying something about a spare around here somewhere, but he couldn’t remember where. And he really, really didn’t want to go rummaging through the drawers.

He gave up and decided to do it after dinner and have Eddie show him where it was.

He ran his fingers through his hair to tame the tousled look to something more respectable. He really didn’t think it worked. He had slept with it wet and it would take getting it wet and washed before he could properly tame it.

Jeff grinned at him when he came stumbling out. “Just in time, man. Eddie’s making his famous spaghetti.”

“It smells heavenly,” he murmured.

“Just wait ‘til you taste it, Stevie,” Eddie said with a wide, happy smile. “It’ll blow your mind.”

Steve blushed. “You didn’t have to wait for me to eat, I could have reheated leftovers or something.”

Jeff and Eddie shared a grin.

“This is when we usually eat,” Jeff explained. “We were working on a song for our band earlier.”

“I’m our lyricist,” Eddie said. “Jeff is the composer. He takes my silly little words and turns them into songs.”

Steve nodded. “And you guys play at Cora’s Den?”

“The Hideout and Alleyways, too,” Jeff confirmed. “But yeah, Cora’s Den is our main spot though, which is why Mrs. Hughes pays for this apartment for us to stay at when we’re here.”

“I’m still having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that Gareth’s parents are rich enough to afford a three bedroom apartment in the middle of Indy for you guys to crash at whenever you want,” Steve admitted. “My parents would never do that.”

Eddie shrugged. “We knew Gareth’s family had money when he first started playing with us. No poor schmuck living in Forest Hills was going to buy their ten year old a drum kit and remain sane.”

“Yeah,” Jeff agreed. “We just didn’t know how much until he offered his parent’s garage to practice in. That place has better acoustics then most bars we’ve played in.”

“Just what do his parents do?” Steve asked in awe.

“They run those fancy boutiques for pets,” Eddie said. “They have five shops around the country. Here in Indy, Chicago, New York, LA...and what’s the other one?”

“Miami,” Jeff said.

Eddie snapped his fingers. “That’s it! They charge hundreds of dollars for rich morons to make their pets as pampered as possible.”

“That explains more than it doesn’t,” Steve sneered. “My parents hate animals. The thought of a pet treated better than they treat their own son would have driven them crazy.”

“Not even a goldfish in the Harrington household?” Jeff asked, cocking his head to the side.

Steve laughed bitterly. “And have the water spill on the perfect hardwood floors? Not likely.”

“Even I had a hamster at one point,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You are seriously missing out.”

“I’m hoping when I get a place of my own I’ll be able to get a cat,” he confessed.

“Aww...” Eddie said. “What kind?”

Steve shrugged. “Probably a rescue.”

Jeff and Eddie smiled softly.

“Sounds good, Steve,” Jeff murmured.

“Food is done!” Eddie said with a flourish. “Spaghetti in meat sauce.” He blinked for a moment. “You’re not vegetarian are you?”

Steve laughed. “No. You probably missed me tucking into the bacon and sausage for breakfast.”

Eddie tilted his head to the side. “Oh right.”

He dished out the food on three plates and handed one to each of Jeff and Steve before grabbing his own plate and sitting on the other side of Steve.

They tucked into their meals and ate quietly. A testament to how good it tasted.

For Steve, it was warm and hearty, filling a void he didn’t know he had. Even when he was in high school, he didn’t have a lot of guy friends and while he loved the Party with all his heart, it wasn’t the same as hanging out with people his age.

Once they were done, Jeff did dishes. Eddie led him over to their large fluffy sofa.

Steve settled in, curled up to Eddie’s side as he talked with Jeff about the new song.

It had been so long since he felt this safe. Like if he drifted off to sleep right now, he would be protected.

And wasn’t that just something.

Eddie’s voice broke through his revery. “Hey, sweetheart. I think you’re falling asleep again.”

“Being drugged sucks.”

Jeff laughed. “It sounds like you’ve been drugged more than once, man.”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other, then Steve winced.

“I may have angered a couple of Russian officers when I accidentally stumbled on their very illegal operation under the Starcourt Mall?” he said through gritted teeth.

Jeff rolled his eyes. “Considering how messed up Hawkins is, nothing surprises me anymore.”

Eddie and Steve huffed out a laugh.

“You’ve got that right,” Eddie said. “Come on, darlin’, let’s get you to bed.”

They got ready for bed and Steve finally got that toothbrush to brush his teeth. He washed his face and Eddie led him back to his bedroom.

Once Steve had gotten comfortable, he pulled Eddie to him before he could protest.

“You’re mine now,” Steve murmured happily. “I licked you. Remember?”

Eddie chuckled. “I guess finder’s keepers. I’ll happily be yours.”

They curled up on the bed and slept soundly knowing that they were heading back to Hawkins with more then the hookup they assumed it was going to be when Eddie first came to his aid.

And Steve couldn’t have been happier.

He was going to have to do something really nice for Robin as a thank you.

As he was falling to sleep, he felt Eddie lick the side of his face. He giggled and pressed their lips together. Eddie hummed happily.

“Love you, Stevie.”

“Love you, too, Eds.”

***

And if you saw this on Saturday, no you didn't. I hit post instead of schedule and it was not meant for human eyes yet.

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[basssiliskk]

I still think Jeffrey Bacon is one of the peak characters of our time. He smokes weed. His only friend was his pocket-sized hamster named Wallace. He delivers pizzas in Mexico City despite not being fluent in Spanish. His dad owns an electric company but said he "wasn't fit" to work there. He has former experience with the occult. He has more medical knowledge than the so-called "doctor" in their party. He killed a man by throwing an experimented fetus in a jar at him. He may be partially possessed by a man-eating cryptid that feeds on terror because he made a spur of the moment decision to put on a shiny ring. He survived on 1 HP by the end of both sessions.

He really has it all

[eeboshmeebo]

Trick or Treat 🎃🕯️

Don't read if you hate autumn and candy and fun

You were dressed up in your favorite costume for today's autumn festival. A cozy, warm, and snug outfit to keep the chilly winds at bay just enough to be comfortable, some accessories... and, of course, a themed bag so carrying all your stuff is easier!

You almost walked in, a bouncing stride full of energy in each step before you slowed down and your face grew paler with every second.

You forgot your wallet.

It was so simple! How could you forget your wallet, you obviously left it in that one specific place you never forget to check! But maybe you were too excited today and kind of-

No, wait, yeah, you definitely forgot it. You don't remember picking it up and putting it in your pocket this morning.

You still had the ticket, though. You went in, handing the ticket over and getting a cute jack-o-apple stamped onto your wrist. Maybe you could just look around and take a few pictures with your phone instead.

"Boo."

"HWUHFDWAH!?!?"

You jumped from the surprise scare, turning around quickly to see that a vampire with blonde hair, rhinestone gem accents on his clothes and cloak, and a bat brooch behind you.

"Monoma!? Don't scare me like that!" You exclaimed, but the expression on your face signified that you weren't really all that scared after seeing him.

However, the smug look on his face was more irritating by the second.

"What? You're cute when you get scared like that. Come on, it's not like I actually hurt you, right?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders and giving you a side-eyed look as if to express that he was perfectly innocent.

"..."

You pinched his face with both hands in retaliation, smudging some eyeliner in the process while you pinched his cheeks.

"Ow! Okay, I get it, bad move, can you- hrhrgrhnnngh-!"

You pulled on his cheeks one last time with a pout on your face, satisfied with the reddened state of Monoma's face that couldn't be hidden even with the white face paint he had applied probably earlier today.

"Weh..."

Instead of the fruit bat he was trying to be, he instead looked like a bumblebee bat with his pouty face and the way he huddled up to rub his cheeks. Maybe a hamster.

"...I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist." You sheepishly mumbled, patting him on the shoulder to comfort him.

You should've known better, really.

He wrapped you in his arms and his cape, laughing as if nothing had happened.

"Gotcha! I knew you'd fall for it the moment I pulled out the teary eyes, sugarlips!"

"I can't help that I'm attracted to cute things, okay?"

"What?"

"Um... you're cute?"

Somehow, Monoma held you even closer after that comment. You could smell the cologne he used, feel his heartbeat against your own, the way his hands clutched your clothes, the smell of cinnamon and syrup mixed with the soap he used.

"Well, if I'm cute, then you're a candy! I'll treat you for today, how about it?"

He was probably doing this because he'd feel like he repaid you. Cute. You kissed him on his face, slipping out of his grasp before leading him to the food stalls.

"How about we start with a treat that's sticky and sweet?"

O(^_^)O (p≧w≦q) ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Minutes later, you had a candied apple, a caramel apple, a handheld apple pie, a pumpkin-spiced cider, and a peach pie balancing in one hand.

In your other hand, a bag full of savory treats like stew-stuffed buns, cider-candied maple bacon, crunchy skull taiyaki things stuffed full of hot cheese, potatoes, and onions, and ghost-decorated crab rangoons was kept warm.

"Are you sure you'll be able to eat all of that?" asked Monoma, who had quite a bit of face paint rubbed off from the many kisses you gave him. Which was also why your lips were a bit white as you bit into your candied apple.

"Nah, I'll bring some home as short-lived souvenirs. Unless..." You trailed off, eyeing a place to your left.

"Unless what?"

He tilted his head curiously, almost bumping into a bystander if not for the fact that you pulled him closer and to the side to avoid the collision.

Now between a few darkened stalls, you raised your candy apple to his lips playfully, a fond smile on your face as you looked him in the eyes if only for a brief moment.

"Unless you help me eat some."

He rolled his eyes, taking a bite of your candied apple and chewing on the bite he took before he realized something.

"Hey, you never share your food with anyone, creampuff. What's up with today, in a good mood~?"

You looked down at your candied apple, taking a few bites while you thought. Hey, thinking takes energy, okay? Sugar's quick energy.

"It's because you're cute, Monoma. Remember?"

"...not faaiiirrr."

You giggled at how he whined, missing the fond smile on his face by a split second.

O(^_^)O (p≧w≦q) (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) ο(=•ω＜=)ρ⌒♡

"How do you eat so much sugar at once? I already feel a bit queasy!"

You both were sitting down on a bale of hay that the event organizers had set out. The sun was already setting from how much time you both had spent in the festival, but it was worth it. For you, at least.

"What can I say except for the fact that I'm naturally sweet?"

"Oh, shut it. I saw how you were like after Uraraka grabbed me."

"Bittersweet then."

"No, definitely not that. More like a warhead candy they sell in America, the ones that can melt your tongue from how sour they are."

"Really? How about you try me, then, I'm better than a foreign candy!"

"And here we go again..."

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

You both bantered, unknowingly moving closer to each other if only to poke and jab each other.

Before you or he knew it, you both were practically shoulder-to-shoulder as the daytime stalls switched out and the night stalls came in.

Eventually, you locked eyes with him again.

You're close. Close enough to feel his breath on your face, to feel his warmth despite the fall wind's chill, to... to...

...

If you didn't take your chance now, it might never happen again.

You kissed him on the lips fiercely, catching him off-guard as you practically jumped onto him. The last of his chalky face paint was rubbed off as your tongue explored his mouth, the feeling of his desperately grasping you for steadiness not going dismissed as he let out a singular whimper into the kiss.

After a few minutes, you reluctantly pulled back.

Ah, what a sight.

Monoma had dazed eyes brimming with tears, lips pinkish from both food dye and the way you nibbled on them before you separated. His chest rose and fell with arduous breaths and his fake fangs were slightly moved from their original place, along with his hair and clothes being more disheveled than you had originally planned.

He mumbled something incoherent before covering his face, huffing in embarrassment from what just happened as you lied down on him.

"Happy fall, Monoma. Love you too~"

Maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt. Monoma would just carry you home, just like always.

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ヾ(￣▽￣) Bye~Bye~

[aiweirdness]

I used GPT-3 to come up with some novelty sock concepts.

GPT-3 Ada (2020):

“Cruxx” Slurpees with a fish in an orange “Fängche” with french fries on top of a pocket-full of ice cream A shirt made out of a jello stick – it looks like a hamburger, but it’s not. “A halved grapefruit!” with lollipops Some kind of replica of The Lord of the Rings party balloon, with rainbow balls, pink hoses, and blood in tributes to the Great Hair String of Friendship Over a million memory sticks made from stars “Shocking in the head!” more brightly colored balloons

In my original prompt format I used quotes for text that was actually written on the sock, which means that Ada's lollipops sock has the words "a halved grapefruit" written on it. And the jello stick hamburger item is not a shirt, but a sock with a picture of the shirt on it. Unless Ada has completely lost the plot and is not even generating socks anymore, which frankly is likely.

Babbage is the next-largest GPT-3 model from 2020, and it is doing better at being socks, although many of its socks seem very tricky to illustrate.

GPT-3 Babbage (2020):

Robots posing with some butter “Ink!” cats with pink blotches Violins and Prawns “Santa it is” with polar bears and elves in a sleigh “Dreamy ghosts” ghosts with binoculars “Rainbow Rap!” hot air balloons and boing! boing! A twin-headed dragon jumps through a trap door A potato upside down with superpowers A day going on but no moon just like a horror movie Slightly more coherent are the socks from the next-largest GPT-3 model, Curie.

GPT-3 Curie (2020)

The Statue of Liberty with a 3-sided pancake. Orca whale jumping through a ring of socks. Octopus holding lemons “Turtle is Delighted” turtle with a backpack A stampede with bulls and zebras Pumpkin patch with cutouts of squirrels having a picnic “Make a toast to the kachunkers” with a bear holding a glass of tomato juice Grinning neutrinos with dirty fingers “As above, so below” with cats on the moon A lion eating a Space Shuttle Hamsters skating down a rainbow

GPT-3 DaVinci (2020):

Massive group of goats wearing party hats Unicorn riding a rainbow Flying hedgehog Robotic bulldog Ninjas and kittens “Lmao!” a flatulent dog with a mustache Googly eyed donuts wrapped in bacon A set of eyes wearing suspenders and monocle “Come on in! The water’s liquid!” – grumpy cat in red bathing suit “I can Haz!” a sitting Trojan Horse “Bark like doggone it!” dancing dogs on black background

Note that as the models get bigger, GPT-3's socks start becoming more conventionally "trendy", like a lolrandom site from 10 years ago. Technically that's what it's going for - it's trained to reproduce the websites from its training data.

More at AI Weirdness

[spacerockwriting]

weekly tag game!

its been early as fuck and its tag game time!!! Thanks @stocious and @energievie

name: comettt

do you drink coffee? if so, what's your coffee order? uhh usually a mocha thing, with oat or almond milk. The dairy hates me

what's the best thing you ate today? all i've eaten today is bacon and mountain dew it's not even 7am.

tell us about your first pet (or if you haven't had a pet yet, what's your dream pet?) Well, when i was like 2, my brother got 2 Golden hamsters named Hummy and Hammy. Hummy was named after a childrens book my mom had when she was little. When I was a little older I got two gold fish named Counter (after the kitchen counter) and Oblina (after that monster from Ah! Real Monsters lmao) but sadly my brothers goldfish Stripe and Spot ate them.

if your life was a book, what would you call the current chapter? insert a gif of a flamingo spinning in circles confused.

what's something you did recently that you're proud of? im working on application to new job!!!

what was your first dream job growing up? is it anything like the job you have now? Artist, and no, I'm not doing it.

what's the name of the latest playlist you made? Mixed in the Key of Emo full playlist. Fic playlist yessss

TAGGING: @transmurderbug @roryonic @celestialmickey @mybrainismelted

[asimpwithfreetime]

Avatar incorrect quotes because I want to post daily but it is taking me some time to write a bunch of stories. (Sorry in advance for the long wait)

Tsireya: We have fun, don’t we, Y/n?

Y/n: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

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Ao’nung : You’re an idiot.

Neteyam: That’s the charm.

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Ronal: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Ronal: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

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Tonowari: Don’t you have any dignity, Jake?

Jake: Uh, no.

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Y/n: Did you hear that!? Lo’ak just threatened to destroy my lego AT-AT!

Neteyam: ...You just threatened to kill him in his sleep.

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Tsu’tey: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Neytiri: >:O language

Jake: Yeah watch your fucking language

Spider : Okay, who taught Jake the fuck word?!

Ronal: 'The fuck word'.

Norm: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Jake: Oh my god they censored it

Ronal: Say fuck, Norm.

Jake: Do it, Norm. Say fuck.

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Jake: Can I have your number?

Tsu’tey, visible texting: I don't have a phone.

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Quaritch: Next time I'm at the pet store, I'm gonna take a hamster and drop it in the scorpion cage. I wanna see what a hamster's face looks like when it goes, "oh, fuck."

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Quaritch: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff.

Spider : YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

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Neteyam: We wouldn’t last two minutes without Y/n.

Neteyam:

Neteyam: Don’t tell them I said that.

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Neteyam: There. How do I look?

Tuk: Like a cheap French harlot.

Neteyam: French?!

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Ao’nung : I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Y/n: This is a lie.

Y/n: I'm literally dating him. This is a lie.

Y/n: HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

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Tonowari, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

whiskey please tell me more about jeff bacon or whatever his name is. i keep seeing him everywhere and he has captivated me. cringefail pizza guy

GLADLY. ok so Cellbit has this tabletop rpg called Ordem Paranormal and they’re doing a two-shot episode called Quarantena with some qsmp members and Jeffery Bacon is Foolish’s character LOOK AT HIM

CRINGEFAIL. 21 YEAR OLD STONER. HE KEEPS HIS PET HAMSTER WALLACE IN HIS POCKET. 10 HEALTH POINTS. HIS STATS ARE SHIT. HE’S A PIZZA GUY WHO’S JUST WITNESSING THE HORRORS. HE USED UP A MOVE TO PUT HIS HAMSTER ON THE GROUND IN HOPES THAT IT WOULD RUN AWAY AND BE SAFE (it did not). HAD THE WEIRDEST CARTOON CHARACTER LUCK WHERE HE DIDN’T LOSE A SINGLE HP UNTIL THE VERY END WHERE HE LOST ALL OF THEM AND THEN SOMEHOW SURVIVED BECAUSE THE HIPPIE WHO IS ALSO A STONER SOMEHOW HAD DECENT MEDICINE STATS AND ROLLED A 21. HAS A WEIRD <3< THING WITH DR BENITO CAMELO WHO IS AN ASSHOLE AND DOES NOT HAVE AN ACTUAL MEDICAL DEGREE. HE PULLED A PIECE OF PIZZA OUT OF HIS POCKET AND TRIED TO EAT IT AS HE WAS DYING.

literally the guy of all time. he is literally just some dude. the only character who threw up and panicked when he saw the Horrors. runs away from everything. definitely feels like the first guy who would die in a horror movie for the simple crime of being a coward. i love him. i would kill a man for him. he and benito need to make out sloppy style in the next part or i’m deactivating my twitch account

[mikaikaika]

JEFFREY MVP!!!! FOOLISH WITH THE CALLBACKS HE REMEMBERED WHAT HE HAD IN HIS INVENTORY!!!!!!

Hey nonnie IKR !!!!!!!!. Who knew that our Himbo mini-hamster loving pizza delivery guy Jeffrey Bacon would turn out to be the key to saving all their asses by remembering and doing everything right. Foolish played the character in such an ingenious manner I am in absolute awe. No words left that would be enough to cover the appreciation about what sick ass moves Jeffrey pulled in the last seconds. Truly a remarkable an unforgettable character. Shaking him in my brain jar forever now

[goldenfreddys]

september '04, cont.— a little identity never hurt nobody!

Jeremy’s cellphone was ringing in his pocket— a sort of tense, shrill melody he chose from a long menu of ringtone options because ‘tense’ and ‘shrill’ is how calls felt when they weren’t from his mom. It just felt right.

It was daytime, but the pizzeria was oddly empty. The band was lined up neat and still on the show stage.

He pressed the answer button and mumbled out a ‘hello?’

For a moment, there was nothing. In the static, Jeremy heard what could’ve been a sniffle. The rustle of fabric, a quiet whimper.

Finally, a small boy on the other end of the line asked, “... Is- is Mike there?”

“I don’t… think so. Whats wrong, bud?”

“I’m scared. It’s dark a-and I wanna go home, now.”

“Where are you? Do- um, do you know where you are?”

The kid let out a muffled sob. Jeremy started walking towards the office, glancing in the party rooms as he went. The walls were covered in construction paper portraits of a pale, round head with wide eyes and thick bars of faded blue tears streaming off to the bottom of the page.

“I guess not. That’s okay… Can you tell me who you are, big guy?”

The child’s voice wobbled, “My- my name…”

Suddenly, the call dropped. Quick, rhythmic beeps erupted from the speaker to reassure him it had been disconnected.

In the office, the old landline’s handset had been left hanging off the edge of the desk. It swung like a body from the gallows.

Sometimes, Jeremy would fight to escape the spider’s web of sleep. He’d think, I really need to get up, now and then sooner or later it would happen. Today, he didn’t feel any particular urge to wake up. He spent a long time edging in and out of consciousness- someone was humming and frying up bacon across the room. He nestled further into the couch to escape the growing light and pulled his thin blanket higher around his shoulders.

“Morning, babydoll. I made coffee.”

Jeremy opened his eyes cautiously. That wasn’t right. He was nobody’s baby, let alone someone’s babydoll.

He heard two people kissing some distance away and untensed. They seemed to be really going at it.

“And breakfast.”

The other person responded in a deep, warm voice, “Now that’s just suspicious. What did you do?”

The first man let out a prolonged, flabbergasted series of sounds expressing disbelief, shock and offence.

“Do I need to I re-open the nightguard posting?”

“No, no- believe it or not, he’s alive! Hey, just look and see for yourself!”

It was Mike, he realized. Jeremy remained perfectly still, even holding his breath for a moment.

“You brought this poor baby angel’s dead body into our beautiful house-”

“He’s sleeping.”

“See, you said that about Elizabeth's hamster, too.”

Mike leaned closer, “You’re sleeping, right?”

“Fuck off,” Jeremy responded.

The gig was up. Now he had to figure out what Mike wanted, and why he felt it was important enough to warrant kidnapping his coworker. Jeremy sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“I just need to figure out what’s going on, okay? What’s your relationship to ‘Dave Miller’?” Mike made exaggerated air-quotes around the name.

“... Who? The- the doctor?”

Jeremy looked around the living room. He was still in his work clothes, and his shoes were on the floor by the couch. Faintly remembering the night before, he realized he didn’t have his wallet, keys or cellphone. Shit.

“Mikey, he’s obviously not in cahoots. Look at him.” The other person–Eugene, he recalled–crossed his arms doubtfully.

Again, the two started bickering like he wasn’t there. Jeremy raised his hand, as though flagging the attention of a teacher halfway through class.

“What is it, sweetie?”

“Can I use the bathroom?”

Eugene motioned to the hall, “Last door on the right.”

“Thanks.”

As Jeremy washed his hands, he studied the space around the bathroom sink. At one edge of the counter, some various amenities were neatly organized in a bin- shaving cream, toothpaste, styling combs and cologne. At the other, there was a can of aerosolized body spray titled Tropical Breeze with some crusty build up around the nozzle.

He dried his hands. The room was tastefully decorated, though currently disheveled— an interior designer had clearly been involved. He glanced at the closed door. 

Nadia had a bad habit of idly snooping through drawers and cupboards; she liked knowing where things were, she said, “like, what if there was an emergency and we needed a flathead screwdriver, but didn't know where to find one?” spoken with unfettered confidence that an emergency that required a flathead screwdriver was tangible and imminent.

Jeremy nodded in agreement with the recollection of his best friend he pictured in his mind, then opened a cabinet above the sink. It had pills, gauze and various medical instruments. He leaned in to get a closer look. There were a couple over-the-counter painkillers, viagra, pepto bismol and petroleum jelly. Wrapped in a clear cellophane package labeled STERILE was what looked to be a thin, threaded hook. His brow furrowed a bit as he mulled over the intended application of the hook. Clearly not fishing, because the curve was too slight– and with fishing out of the equation, his relevant wisdom had run dry.

It was either medical or sexual, he figured. Maybe both.

Satisfied with his findings, Jeremy closed the cabinet and wandered back to the living room.

“Then who died?!” Mike asked in a tone that was either pissed off or distraught.

“Secret triplet?” Eugene offered.

“No!”

“It's not more unlikely.”

Jeremy grimaced, “Can y'all take this from the top for me?”

Mike sat down at the table and buried his face in his hands. Jeremy looked to Eugene, then back at Mike as he waited for a response.

After a pause long enough to make one doubt if he would continue at all, Mike said, “You're Sammy Emily.”

“Sammy Fitzgerald.” He corrected, pointedly, “... But I haven't gone by that since I was little.”

“Sammy died.”

“Sammy moved to Vermont, actually. Similar, sure, but not totally the same. Again, you're thinking of my sister.”

“Well, clearly not-”

“Unless there's another one!” Eugene interjected, triumphantly.

Jeremy pressed his lips together and stared at the floor. The topic sort of stung on a good day, and that morning had been shaping up to be the worst day in months. Frustration buzzed through him, nerve endings like frayed livewires in a damp, mildew filled supply closet. It was a miserable anger with nowhere to go.

“Are you good, hon?”

“I want my fucking mom. Or to go home and sleep… I want Nads to key your stupid mustang, too. And a smoke,” he mumbled.

“That's completely fair! Mike, fetch him a siga.” Eugene snapped his fingers for emphasis, “That's Yoruban for fag, which is British for…”

Mike groaned and waved him off before digging around in the pockets of a leather jacket hanging by the door.

He held out a battered carton of cigarettes to Jeremy, then jerked them out of reach with a stern glare, “... But if you touch my car, I'm gonna end up on the news.”

[pizzacatdelight]

Introduction

Hello, my name is PizzaCat Delight. This is my first time having a Tumblr account and want to better express myself. This blog will mainly about Autism related content, personal thoughts and stuff from my special interest. So, here is my introduction post.

About me:

Name: Claire

Pronouns: she/her

Nationality: American 🇺🇸

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birth: Sept. 22 ♍️

Age: 29

Race: Black

Belief: Pagan

Autistic, disabled & suffer from anxiety

Likes:

Color: pink & white

Food: pizza, pretzels, pasta, french fries, bacon, popcorn, salty food, crunchy food, cake, M&Ms, chocolate chip mint ice cream & chocolate chip cookies

Drink: tea, sweet tea, fruit punch, coke cola & cherry coke

Animal: cats, pandas, bunnies, pigs, hamsters, butterflies, penguins, mice, beavers, otters, ducks, squirrels & bees

Anime: Sailor Moon, Demon Slayer, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Pluto

Book: The Hunger Games, The Great Gatsby, Little Women, Nancy Drew

Cartoons: Spongebob SquarePants, Ed, Edd n Eddy, The Powderpff Girls (1998 Verison), Chowder, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Totally Spies & Clone High (Season 1)

Movies: Sherk, Back to the Future, Cinderella, The Avengers, Toy Story, The Muppets Christmas Carol & The Lord of the Rings

General genre: mystery, crime, history, fantasy, slice of life & humor

Video game genre: life simulator, visual novels, puzzles, rpgs, adventure, action-adventure, metroidvania & causal

Music genre: oldies, disco, new wave, 80s' pop & pop-punk

Dislikes:

Mean people

Being rude

Unexpected loud sounds

Yelling

Negativity

Discrimination

Injustice

Smell of rotten things and bleach

Moody food

Humid weather

Being overheated

Wearing hot clothes

Jumpscares in any media

My hobbies:

Drawing

Writing 📝

Reading 📖

Cooking 👩🏽‍🍳

Playing video games 🎮

Napping

Traveling

Coding

Collecting

Gardening

Taking pictures

My special interests:

Hello Kitty

Cats

Cute things

Stuffed Animals

Nintendo Franchise (Animal Crossing, Earthbound, Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Kirby, Legend of Zelda, Pokemon & Super Mario)

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

Danganronpa Another (Fan Game)

Cartoons (Total Drama)

Anime (My Hero Academia, Attack of the Titans & Spy x Family)

History and culture

[lisbetadair]

for the ask game

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before 🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? 🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on ❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Thank you so much for the ask and I am so sorry for it taking so long to answer it!

Personal lore: I have a hamster. This came as a result of the small child's desire to have a pet. Of course, the small child has ignored the hamster since pretty much the end of week one of the hamster living here, so I guess he's now my hamster. Very fluffy and extremely antisocial. Lives in a hamster palace made out of an Ikea cabinet.

Weirdest topic: The Rivers of London crossover is told from the point of view of a character whose personal obsession is architecture, so I had to spend a lot of time figuring out how he would describe the buidlings that he comes across. So I had to learn a lot about eighteenth centuary coaching inns, and the public library of Hay-on-Wye. I'm still traumatised by how boring Stirling Lines is to look at.

Personal wisdom: Unfuck Your Habitat's Emergency Cleaning advice has saved my bacon many times when things have been a mess and I have been too spicey in the brain to start doing anything about it. Their work hygiene, i.e. work: break ratio, advice has been invaluable when applied elsewhere, particularly when dealing with such curses as Plague of Emails.

Dream theme: One day it would be fun to explore Posh Ghost.