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Joel dealing with Preggo Wife drabble (?): Sundae Surprise

Notes: I've still got more adventures for these two, I'm just writing little scenes that may or may not be Canon and jumping around the timeline at this point idk just ENJOY THE IDEA OF IT:

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You're playing on the old Gameboy Joel dug up out of storage, legs propped up on the couch on this hot-ass-fuck Sunday afternoon. You had been given strict orders to take it easy and lounge these last few days before the baby arrives.

Easy.

Your thumbs are furiously clicking, eyebrowns furrowed as you try for the 23rd time to pass the level youre stuck on.

"Joel. Can you get me chocolate syrup and a can of cool whip."

"No. You've had too much sugar today. Need to keep your heart rate down, due any minute."

"Daddy..." you pout with a head tilt and innocent begging voice to entice him.

"Mmm," he mocks with a far cry minic of your high pitched tone, still not looking at you as he twiddles with his tools on the creaky bolts of the dining table. "Still no."

You roll your eyes, dropping the game box on the coffee table. You drumb your fingertips on your ever so quiet belly all scrunched up under your massive breasts.

You know for a fact this baby isnt coming any time soon since she's so silent today. Joel's been too overly anxious with the due date approaching literally this week. Keeps fixing shit around the house like it's going to make him ease his worry. He's already replaced the lightbulb in the bathroom that was perfectly fine, adjusted the creaky hinge of the front door, re-caulked the kitchen sink back splash, but damn the dining room table--which you have no idea had something wrong with it but Joel's been giving it hella attention while you sit around bored out of your mind.

Momma's instinct will tell you when this baby is ready to pop. But right now you NEED to guzzle chocolate syrup and whip cream down your throat like a frat party bukake or SOMEBODY (not to name any names--but its Joel) is sleeping on the couch tonight.

You think a little bit before it clicks.

You gasp excitedly--a little too over the top, "She's kicking!"

But Joel is so on edge he doesn't even question it, running straight for you and kneeling by the couch, his whiskers scratching the smooth expanse of your skin as he rests his ear flat on your belly.

"Hear that?" You encourage.

But it's quiet.

"No....no," but he wants to so badly, wants to believe his baby is gonna tell him something, and he thinks maybe ...? "wait, wait, yeah, she says 'daddy's here'--"

"No, she says bring me some fucking chocolate syrup and whip cream."

He pulls away and narrows his eyes at you before disappointingly getting on his feet and going to the fridge.

You eagerly tilt your head back, sticking your tongue out, hands clasped merrily as he presses the nozzle of the can and shhhhhh it into you mouth, getting revenge by intentionally over filling too much for you to be able to close your lips around it. Then he drizzles the chocolate syrup on top, making your mouth a vertical Sundae.

You try to swallow around the concoction, lips pursing to encase the top of the pile, but it's all too much and you choke a little bit, sending a miniaturized cannon of white cream and dark sauce splattering back on to Joel's nose.

With a gasping mouth full of ice cream toppings, you chortle over laughing and kicking your feet comically while clapping your hands, desperate to swallow the mess and breathe a lung full of air at the same time through your teary eyes.

Joel just puts his hands on his hips, letting you have your laugh at him.

Then you gasp out loud--the panicked, serious, bone chilling one where you stop laughing and kicking altogether, lips trembling and terrified as your hand drifts south to cup your lower belly, feeling a sudden rush of liquid staining your bum, and that dreaded big something has abruptly DROPPED inside you.

You slowly bring your wide eyes back at Joel, who's tight lipped gaze matches yours of tense panic despite the glob of Cool Whip hanging off his snout.

You gargle with the sugary fluffy dessert still in your mouth, "Mah wawa bwoke."

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[allthedoorsareopennow]

You’ve been asking all the mechs enjoyers about their favorites, so tell us some of yours!

that’s so broad I don’t know how to respond to this so I’m just gonna ramble about the mechs

my number one most specialest guy is jonny

closely followed by marius

and then of course theres the drumb

hmmm my favourite album.. probably hnoc though I love all the others in their own way <3 but truly who can beat trans mordred polyamorous pendragons gunfight at the dolorous guard blood and whiskey skin and bone empty trail truly an album with no losers

favourite song.. from ouatis our boy jack. from udad.. hmm I actually like broken horses a lot and underworld blues of course but nothing gives me chills like elysian fields. from hnoc maybe skin and bone? but I’ve been really enjoying gunfight at the dolorous guard recently. from tbi.. from the first half it’s thor then from the second half probably ragnarok ii, love me some good eldritch horror. from ttbt I’ve been enjoying prometheus a lot recently but. I know I shouldn’t like it but lil lemon is a fuckin banger actually. from ttbt2 there’s so many good ones but probably stranger. overall favourite? no fuckin clue tbh

my favourite album character is mordred he deserves a little manslaughter as a treat <3

my favourite recording.. probably spaceport mahon but I have been frothing at the mouth over hnoc live recently

I love how skin and bone is an adaptation of the folk song raggle-taggle gypsies and also how cinder’s song is clearly haul away its a lot of fun as a lifelong folkie to recognise the songs and see how the mechs have made them their own

thanks for the ask!

[sailingmystic]

Friday June 21, we celebrated summer solstice at the club with a catered dinner (82 people), live music on the patio and a sunset sail. After a day full of rain showers and thunderstorms, it was a real treat for the rain to clear just in time for our event. About 10 boats went out to enjoy a quiet evening on the water, watching the sunset and strawberry moon rise.

We were thrilled to have family join us, and the littlest ones did great! Jobie kept saying, 'I'm sailing', 'not fast'.

Sarah and Jono and Jobie stayed on board with us for the night, then struck out at breakfast. Jobie didn't want to leave - she really enjoyed climbing the companion-way ladder with supervision, and was intrigued with this tiny floating home in the water.

The weather was up to its tricks again, with systems moving through all day, chasing us indoors periodically. We managed to do some nice adjustments to the boat despite the weather: lowered the furling drumb attachment point, to give us more play with the backstay and lessen the amount of bend in the mast. (sailor talk). We also installed a pin to hold the anchor in place and tweaked the swivel installation. The job of installing the pin, meant drilling two holes through 1/2" stainless steel!! Not an easy task, but with the guidance and help from neighboring boats, the mission was accomplished. Big thanks to our dock mates!

We opted to stay on board again and make it an official 'staycation'. I made pizza and we shared a bottle of wine with our neighbors.

Sunday morning, the sky was dark, but soon cleared and the wind picked up, bringing 20+ knots, which means that we are not going to venture out for a sail, as we had hoped - another time.

Instead we will putz around and got other small jobs done on the boat. Still a great place to be on this summer day.

[themagicmusicman]

@neim-batteries-not-included PRETTY DRUMB FOR YOU TO ENJOY!!!! and canon typical silly nastya!

Idk anymore. Drumb on the mind. And Nastya (ignore her hands I don't use a pencil i can't make it better lol)

[nickkkwritesstuff]

Day 11: Name

((I’m so late for this aaa i didn’t know how to start this nor how to finish but here ya go, enjoy ;) it’s 1 am))

Vivi massaged her temples frustrated, the screen in front of her eating her brain and questioning her intelligence once again. She sat on the floor, legs closed and back firmly pressed against one side of her bed looking towards the open door of her bedroom at the apartment she and Arthur shared. 

There she was, hidden among piles of tomes and encyclopedias. Her hands fidgeting with the edges of her sweater and matching skirt as her ocean eyes fixated on her laptop like deadly daggers. Vivi fought to concentrate on the chase, one that shouldn’t bother her as much as it did, but the beat of a heart kept stealing her attention like a fire alarm.

Resting on top of her night table, a shiny golden locket drumbed loudly enough to echo on her chest. The girl gave it a quick glance, just a little look to ease the need to open it. Oh, words would never hold enough power to describe how much she hated that anchor.

Vivi could hear the owner of such trinked luring around their kitchen, unbothered by her thoughts, he kept his distance from her after being aware of how she felt towards him. It hadn’t been long ago when the wraith (what was his name again?) had rejoined their small group just after he had come to terms with Arthur, they got along fine, both having to get used to each other again but things were working out slowly, painfully slowly, however Vivi wasn’t buying any of this, the ghost and her friend told her the most heartwarming stories about the couple they once were, and he sounded like a nice guy, really, but the hatred she had seen on his eyes and the way the ghost had tried to willingly kill Arthur not once but twice didn’t mix well.

As for that, the ghost had trusted Vivi his anchor as both a promise and a guarantee.

He (she had his name on the tip of her tongue) had guarantee that he wouldn’t try to hurt their scrawny blond mechanic ever again, and if he ever did, she guarded his anchor to perform a clean exorcism and get rid of him for forever; and he also confirmed that she would find the answers to her questions inside of it.

But Vivi was afraid of the truth.

Arthur had tried many times to itch her to open it, Mystery had done the same a few times last month and they had offered her to confirm her memories, just in chase they were incorrect and the ghost tried to brainwash her. 

Vivi cracked her knuckles and returned back to work, ignoring the loud thum next to her. She pressed the keys harder than before to mute her thoughts but she interrupted herself when she catched her bobbing her head to the rhythm of the anchor. Vivi closed the computer angrily fighting the urge to throw it out of the window and sat down on her bed.

Her eyes landed on the golden heart, imitating the pulse of a real organ. Her hands stretched to welcome it onto her hold but she freezed and withdrawned them to her sides.

What if her world stumbled down again?

What if she realized how wrong she was?

What if she didn’t like what she saw?

Vivi couldn’t bear to see what she knew fall again. Everything was working out, she was fine with the life she had, why wasn’t it enough? It should be enough, why can’t it be enough?

Vivi looked at the anchor and wished to rip it in pieces and end her suffering. Her hands once again reached for it and this time she felt the smooth surface on her delicate touch. Her thumb ran across the cover like it was made of glass and found her reflection like a perfect mirror.

“Is everything okay?” A deep voice called from the door forcing her to look up and meet the skeleton’s face. He probably felt her touching his heart.

She bit her lips. “Yes, it’s fine,” She assured, placing the locket on her lap. “I just- ah”

The girl failed to explain herself. “I’m wondering how things were before… y’know.” Vivi moved a little and patted next to her inviting the spirit to sit. He placed himself on the other end of the bed, giving her as much space as he could and did his best to look smaller. “What if everything’s different? How am I supposed to react? What should I do with that? It’s just too much.”

Vivi’s chest tightened as she trailed off inside her mind, maybe she was overthinking it after all, but a large hand on her back gently pulled her off her thoughts before they choked her.

He sighed (or did the equivalent for a ghost) and retrieved his anchor from her grip. “It’s okay if you want to take your time,” the spirit fidgeted a little with the locket on his hands. “and we’re not going to push you to go through that. We were friends once, who says we can’t be friends again?”

It wasn’t a smile what the ghost pulled but it was close enough, one gentle but awkward smile. Vivi’s guess was that it would look better with his human disguise on (the one she couldn’t see or she’ll black out.)

She placed her hands on top of his and applied some pressure until she heard a soft click and the anchor opened like a book ready to be read. “But I want to know what I lost.”

The last came out more like a whisper to her ears, not sure if the ghost had heard her, but Vivi did not care. She guided his hands back to her lap to take a look inside the locket. It contained a single picture of the group, smiling as they never had and squished together to fit in the small frame.

Vivi felt like she had passed through a wall, one by one she saw memories long lost and recent adventures she would have never imagined, it all felt true and right and nostalgic until she was forced back into reality.

She was sitting staring at a wall, crying; the ghost panicking silently next to her unsure to pull her on a hug or lay her on the bed. Vivit turned to look at the wraith, recognition filling her eyes.

“Lewis?” She gasped and her world shattered again.

[theartofmany]

“"PostHuman" by Cole Drumb A genius hacker and his dog help an enigmatic young woman to free the remaining test subjects of a black ops ESP test lab...” From Youtube channel DUST: Sci-Fi Short Film "PostHuman" presented by DUST | *Content Warning* What an amazing short film Enjoy...

[hollowempire]

(Not) Alone || Simm!Master x reader

Request: Simm!Master is being a Grumpy Bitch™️ and the reader comes and keeps trying to cuddle him and he keeps being an ass until eventually he’s laying down and being all Sadboi Hours and reader comes and curls up with him and holds him and sOFT

Summary: The Master isn’t doing too good, reader helps him get through it

Word count: 921

It was very cold in the TARDIS, as it always was. Normally some blankets would have been enough, but not this time. Conditions only seemed to be getting worse, so y/n decided to seek out the Master.

He was standing at the console, thinking. He didn’t take kindly to y/n suddenly coming up behind him and hugging him. He pushed them away then grumbled something about personal space and wanting to be left alone.

Y/n crossed their arms and walked out with a scoff. So much for trying to get warm. It would have been nice to just lay in bed wrapped in blankets together, but it was quite obvious that wasn’t going to happen.

Y/n tried again when they later found him reading at a table in the library. He sat hunched over a book they couldn’t see the title of, and he seemed to be making an attempt at hiding it. Y/n pulled up a chair and lay their head on his shoulder after sitting down, only to be on the ground moments later under their chair that was knocked over. Fun.

“Oh, won’t you leave me alone?” he asked, getting up to read somewhere else. Y/n sighed from where they lay on the floor.

“I worry about that man sometimes...” they said to themself as they stood up.

The Master was sitting at the kitchen table when y/n came in. His face was in his hands, the thumping in his head bringing him to tears. Y/n didn’t even get close enough to touch him before he stood up abruptly.

“I told you to keep away!” he growled, grabbing their wrist. Y/n let out a gasp. His hold was incredibly tight and y/n couldn’t get free.

“You’re hurting me...” they said with a shaky voice.

“I’ve had enough of you, always trying to... to...”

Y/n found it hard not to cry too as they watched the Master, someone who had hardly ever shown any emotion, break down crying in front on them. He dropped their wrist and left the room quickly.

As he walked into his room, the Master took a few deep breaths and sat down. In his mind there was only the loud banging of the drumbs, with bits of the Time war creeping in too. But then there was y/n, just for a moment. He even allowed himself to smile as he recalled how much nicer they were to him than anyone else, but that was all gone too soon. He lay back and tried to ignore everything.

Y/n later saw the Master laying in his bed through his door that was slightly open. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked rather upset. Y/n pushed open the door and approached with caution. Would he try to get rid of them again?

The Master opened an eye and looked at y/n, but didn’t say anything.

Y/n slowly walked towards the bed, and once at the edge they climbed in. The Master made no effort to remove them. With a newfound sense of bravery, y/n moved closer to him and wrapped their arms around him. Rather than getting mad and lashing out like y/n expected, the Master gladly accepted and returned the embrace. Eagerly.

“What is it?” y/n asked.

He was silent, and instead buried his face in y/n’s hair. They could feel his tears against the side of their head. He balled his fists in the fabric of y/n’s shirt, seemingly trying to stop them from shaking.

“This isn’t like you at all, please tell me what’s wrong,” they said, squeezing his hand. How else were they supposed to console a man they’d never seen cry before? It was usually him who made others cry.

“They’re worse than ever before, y/n,” he mumbled almost inaudibly. His mouth was right by their ear, though, and they heard.

“What, darling, the drums?” it was a bold move, calling him that.

“Yes,” he hissed, and y/n held him closer. “I can’t stand it.”

“You don’t have to, not alone.” they said, moving so that they could get a good look at his face.

They were both silent for a while, just laying there.

“I love you,” y/n whispered suddenly. Then they were no longer holding the Master and they were on opposite sides of the bed, y/n almost falling off the edge.

“What was that for?” they exclaimed, referring to him harshly shoving them off of him.

He laughed coldly. “You acted like you cared and now you’re seriously going to mock me by pretending to love a monster like me? Don’t you dare-”

And y/n kissed him. Interrupted him right at the beginning of what could have become a very long rant.

He stared at them in shock, eyes wide, unable to form a proper sentence.

“Now do you believe me?”

He still said nothing, his mouth wide open. Y/n placed a finger under his chin and pressed up under his chin to get him to close it.

Y/n chuckled and extended their arms. “Now, come here and let me hold you, you dumbass. I was beginning to enjoy that.”

“I would kill anyone else for saying that,” he said, allowing y/n to take him into their arms.

“Oh, hush,”

The two settled in under the covers, holding each other tight.

As y/n began to drift off, they felt the Master pull them even closer and nuzzle his face into their neck.

“I love you too,” he mumbled, only half conscious, before they both fell asleep.

[hanasaku-shijin]

More Lion King talk:

I really really enjoyed all the musical numbers, especially I Just Can’t Wait to be King. It was just so much fun, I felt young again. 

And the opening scene of the Circle of Life was EXACTLY like the original, each animal coming into frame at the exact same times.

I loved the new scene they added in of Nala sneaking away from Pride Rock and Zazu helping her escape

I loved that Sarabi was the one who exposed Scar’s lies to prove Simba’s innocence

I loved the scene of Simba talking to Mufasa through the thunder, it just looked so sick

The stampede and Mufasa’s death - even though you KNOW how it ends - was still so poignant and suspensful, they did a great job in making you think he could make it, he was so close, he could make it to the top and live, right before Scar appears

The final fight scene was the BEST. I think they took a bit away from other scenes so they could focus on that. The fire, the fighting, the fact that they showed all of the animals fighting, not just Simba and Scar, they did the slow-mo of the big battle of Scar and Simba clawing each other on top of the rock and it was so cool

And then my favorite scene ever when Simba climbed up Pride Rock in the rain as “This Land” played powerfully in the bg and he gave his massive roar and just GOD that’s my FAVORITE AND THEY DID IT SO FANTASTICALLY WELL

I cried like every time they played “This Land” tbh

and then of course the final note of The Circle of Life at the end where the screen just goes black on that drumb beat and it just says THE LION KING

amazing

[ghostsandbestfriends]

Double Dare opinions because fuck you

Hawaii: Goes?Hard??As???Fuck???? But of course because Aws has a nice voice and theres digital effects NO ONE will admit it’s damn close to punk.

Gloom Boys: Fucking shreds, that song is so hard to play and the drumbs are BOMB (I didnt intend that joke I promise)

Stupid For You: INFINITELY BETTER WHEN ITS ACOUSTIC. WHY IS IT ELECTRIC. IT SOUNDS SO MUCH BETTER WHEN ITS JUST GEOFF���S PRETTY ACOUSTIC GUITAR W/ OTTOS LIL TAPS AND AWS’ PRETTY VOICE

Royal: Also goes hard as fuck yet no one talks about it?? Because harmonies and also because Aws actually has vocal capabilities??? Actually really emotional with a really deep video????

Take Her To The Moon: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: this song fucking slaps and y’all pay her DUST. The best more pop-esque song on the album I swear to fucking god. The harmonies are gorgeous especially in verse 2 and the bass is fucking wild.

Made In America: I feel like this song was rly letting some shit out? Maybe more than lil violence even?? Like it gets really angry and loud WITHOUT sort of scrificing even a shred of integrity. I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing when Aws strains his voice but he really seems to not enjoy doing it anymore. MIA is such a good song and if DD was to have a title track I’d want this to be it because it feels like it captures the whole audio-aesthetic of the album

Dizzy: This song goes so fucking deep, especially with the whole topics of alcohol and friends leaving as you get older. Highkey really hits home for me.

Powerless: Makes me rly fucking sad coz she hurt him so bad when he felt this strongly about her. A really beautiful song but ever since November it makes me cry too much to really listen to it.

Little Violence: NIGHT MAPS PART 2 IN THE BEST WAY. It’s seriously such a fucking jam and the Childish Gabino ref and “so take off with your snapback before you get knocked flat” it’s so fucking salty and I fucking love it. And that thing I taked about a while back w/ the “take a breath and let these people stay floor-bound” being abt Geoff and Otto yknow

21 Questions: I love this song but if i was gonna pick a least favorite this would probably be it. I like it but y’know it’s basically the unintentional prequel to TANTRUM with the whole C**** cheating thing being predicted. Love it tho, it’s gorgeous live.

It Follows: I can’t speak for him, obviously, but this song seems like it means the most meaningful to him because its about how he gets obsessed very easily in relationships (and “kiss me like nobody would when i was 15” gives me queer vibes dont @ me).

Plumb Island: MEGA JAM!! And I need to hear Sad Games like fuck?? Also lowkey shitting on EVR which I’m always fucking here for. Really angry and hard but still poppy/electronic elements and I love it.

I’ll Always Be Around: I genuinely can’t listen to this song without crying and I’m not exaggerating when I say that; I feel my tearducts start to hurt whenever the first notes come on. It’s so sad and I really hate that she did what she did to him when she knew she meant that much to him. Literally leaving him for J*** would’ve been infinitely. better. than. cheating. But aside from that it’s such a gorgeous song and its basically me @ my best friends it’s so emotional I want the lyrics tattooed on my face.

I know this is like 15 months late but whatever lmao -F.

[ptadramaqueen-blog]

Rumor has it you actually do care about Toni. Even if you'll never admit it.

Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they'll confirm or deny it.

"You mean the Little Tomboy? Hmmm....", she drumbs her fingers against her arm before answering, "I suppose you could say that, Anon..."

No, she'd never admit it, but she did enjoy the playful banter of theirs.