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frankiefellinlove · 1 month ago

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On the sad occasion of Joe DePugh's passing, the speedball pitcher in "Glory Days", see the following transcript of a Kevin Coyne story on the topic:

"The Boss on Stage, but ‘Saddie’ Out in Right"

"By Kevin Coyne

• July 9, 2011

One summer night in 1973, two friends who had not met since high school bumped into each other outside a bar on the Jersey Shore: Bruce Springsteen was walking in, his old baseball teammate was walking out. They went back inside, had a few drinks and reminisced.

They talked about the nuns at St. Rose of Lima School, where they were seatmates in seventh grade, and about baseball games whose scores they still remembered. Springsteen told his friend that he had released two albums and that his band had just opened an arena show for the Beach Boys and was starting to draw big crowds. They stayed at the bar, the Headliner, in Neptune until closing, then did not see each other again for more than three decades. But “Glory Days,” a 1984 Springsteen song at least partly inspired by that night, brought them together again.

Those of us from Springsteen’s hometown, Freehold, N.J., knew that “Glory Days,” like much of his work, was about the place where we grew up and where many of us still live. So rich are Springsteen’s descriptions of the characters he knew, the plots he watched unfold, that some of his songs sound to us like documentaries. But "Glory Days" was also the source of an enduring mystery. Who was that speedball pitcher in the song?

I finally found out at a reunion we held recently for our Little League’s 60th anniversary — not from Springsteen, who did not come, but from Dick Enderly, once a fine schoolboy pitcher, who had put the question to Springsteen at their 30th high school reunion in 1997, and received the answer.

“Joe DePugh,” Enderly told me. “I got it straight from the horse’s mouth.”

DePugh, the oldest of six brothers, was a star Little League pitcher and a teammate of Springsteen’s in the Babe Ruth League. A joint assessment of their comparative baseball skills led to DePugh’s affectionate nickname for Springsteen, a right fielder: Saddie.

By high school, they had drifted apart.

“He lost interest in baseball, and I was nothing but sports,” said DePugh, now 61, who also played basketball and football.

As a high school senior, he had several offers to play college basketball and an invitation to try out for the Los Angeles Dodgers.

In a telephone interview, DePugh said: “I was like: ‘I’m going to be a pitcher for the Dodgers. No, I’m going to college. No, I’m going to be a pitcher for the Dodgers.’ Well, the tryout cleared all that up.”

He played basketball at King’s College in Wilkes-Barre, Pa., and earned a degree in English. But by the time he graduated, his parents had died and DePugh was the legal guardian of his two youngest brothers. DePugh was a substitute teacher for a while but could not find a permanent teaching position, so he became a self-employed contractor. He also played in a summer basketball league, and it was after a game that he ran into Springsteen at the Headliner.

A few years later, DePugh moved to Vermont. His friend Scott Wright always played Springsteen’s music on a boom box on job sites, and DePugh told him about meeting Springsteen at the Headliner. When “Glory Days,” a track on “Born in the U.S.A.,” was released, Wright heard it first.

“He told me, ‘Springsteen has a new album out, and there’s a song on there about you,’ ” DePugh said. “ ‘It’s exactly the story you told me.’ ”

DePugh was skeptical, so Wright called a radio station in Montpelier, Vt., and requested the song.

“My wife starts bawling,” DePugh said. “That’s how I knew exactly that it was me.”

The story spread slowly among his friends in Vermont and, when DePugh was 50, he was recruited to join a baseball league for older men.

“When I showed up for the first practice that summer,” he said, “these guys would come up to me and feel the sleeve of my shirt, and say: ‘Oh, you’re real. We thought you were a legend.’ I pitched the whole season that year and ended up with a 0.00 earned run average.”

DePugh attended his 35th high school reunion in 2002, but Springsteen did not. Their classmate Don Norkus eventually got them together for lunch in May 2005, at an Italian restaurant in Red Bank, N.J

“Bruce pulls in and I point at him and he points at me, and that’s when the hugging started,” DePugh said. They stayed until they were almost the last customers left, as they had at the Headliner three decades earlier.

DePugh spends the colder months in Florida, stopping in New Jersey when he passes through in the spring and the fall. He and Springsteen met again a couple of years ago, at an Italian restaurant in Freehold. At the end of the night, they said their goodbyes at the back door.

“He said, ‘Always remember, I love you,’ not like some corny Budweiser commercial, but a real sentimental thing,” DePugh said. “I was dumbfounded. I said, ‘Thanks, Saddie.’ That was all I could come up with, and all of a sudden, he’s out the door. And it hit me that you’ve got to do a little better than that, so I pulled the door open and yelled down to him, ‘Sad!’ He turned around and I pointed at him and said, ‘I love you, too, and I’m real proud of you.’ And he just waved.”

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yanban-san · 2 years ago

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Oh, the boys would have such a reaction to seeing their darling without their tokens! The depot agents would definitely catch darling on the way into work and try to keep them and the bosses apart, but it's only a matter of time. And of course, all this hullabaloo over the feather and scale would only spur darling's new concerns further

Lord help those cultists if the twins ever find out who planted these ideas in the first place. Not even Arceus could save them

Putting it under a cut because long, also I did no proof reading T vT [Tags: Reader x Submas, SFW]

Oh, Certainly.

You can go back to Gear Station, setting aside the lovely scale Ingo gifted you- And the feather Emmet (unwittingly) bestowed upon you- And don your work uniform, heading into the station-

If something was trying to mark you- To bless you? To do- Something-

Well, you weren't going to let it. And you certainly weren't going to let whatever this "mystery" of the Subway was manipulate your coworkers or your bosses into… doing… things… for it? Your thoughts were racing through your head. There wasn't much for you to go on- And you certainly did not want to talk to that weird "psychic group" that hung around outside Gear Station any longer-

"You've been marked, young one."

Your heart sank every time you recalled those words. A cold chill running down your spine. You wanted to deny it as mad ramblings of mad people- But-

You had… good luck. You had very strange good luck. You had impossibly good luck. Certain people acted strangely around you- And to what end? Always your benefit- And- What of everything else that had happened? You, losing your job, suddenly finding yourself working for a train company- It wasn't something you had ever seen yourself doing, and certainly not long term, right? And yet- Here you were. Everything seemed to have lead you to Gear Station.

As though they were being manipulated by something- And you wanted nothing to do with any potential ghosts- Monsters- Pokemon? Whatever it was- Whatever the "mystery" was-

Nothing. You wanted nothing to do with it.

"Miss! You're a little late today," Jackie noted as you came into one of the back offices. "Anything bothering you today?"

Oh, sweet Jackie. He was always so polite- Everyone was.

Everyone was.

Oh dear.

"I'm doing okay," You lied. "I uh- Actually, you know what? Jackie, I have a question."

Your supervisor tilted his head. "Oh? What's up?"

"I- Have you- " What were you supposed to ask? Hey, are you being manipulated by some kind of something-or-other to be excessively nice to me? Is a demon controlling you? Have you seen any monstrous, non-pokemon entities prowling the subway that demanded you treat me perfectly?

Jackie adjusted his hat. "You can always ask me anything at all, Miss. I'm here for you and the all the rest of the Depot Agents, you know." One of his pokemon approached him- A Lilligant. He pet her head,

"Well, it's a little strange," You started off. "I don't suppose you've… run into those psychics that hang around Nimbasa City, have you? The ones who're usually around Gear Station?"

Jackie's face fell, a look of annoyance as his mouth scrunched up. "I've seen them, yea. A lot of them have been flat out banned from Gear Station, though. They've harassed employees, they've harassed the bosses, they've harassed customers- " He cut himself off, turning his attention back to you. "Why? Have they been bothering you?"

"Oh no, it's not that- I mean, I did get stopped by someone yesterday when I was walking, but- Well- What do you think about- What it is they say? About the er- Mystery-thing- in the subway?"

Jackie shrugged, sighing. "Oh, it's probably a load of nonsense- And besides, if there is anything in the tunnels, it's probably just a pokemon- Nothing you need to worry about, of course."

"What if it's not a pokemon, though?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I think- I think there might really be something- Down in the tunnels."

Oh fucking hell, Jackie thought. "A-And why would that be?"

"D'you know that scale Ingo found? The one he gave to me?"

Yes, yes I know it very well. "A little bit, why?" And come to think of it, why were you not wearing it-

"…I think it might be from our resident 'mystery'."

"Oh! Perhaps? I thought it was just a scale from an oddly-colored Haxorus." Jackie's hand pat aggressively on his Lilligant's head. "Come to think of it, isn't it usually in your pocket? You didn't lose it, did you?"

You shook your head. "Nope, I just… I think it might be better to leave it at home for a little bit, you know? It was stretching out my uniform's pocket, too."

Oh dear. "Gear Station isn't so particular about their uniforms, Miss. If it did get stretched, you get new uniforms every six months anyway, so…"

And come to think of it, the feather was missing from your cap. Jackie's blood ran cold. How was he to bring that up, too-

"…So, you think the scale came from… Something in the tunnels?"

You nodded. "…I think the feather I put in my cap may've also come from… It, too." Oh, well that answered that question.

Jackie sighed. "Well, if there is anything down there, I'm sure we'll find it- But in all my- Time working here, I've never seen anything out of the ordinary down there…"

"D'you think Ingo and Emmet would have any insight?"

"Into this? I doubt-"

"Insight into what?"

You don't know how you missed the clicking of Emmet's heels- Was he intentionally being quiet-? It took one turn of your head to notice your brilliantly white-coated boss hovering over your shoulder. Smiling brighter than the sun shone- and- Ominously.

"Oh- Emmet, Sir! Good morning-" You nearly jumped, but held yourself together- Your fright coming out as excitement.

"Good morning." He answered. His eyes scanned over you. "Something's different." His hand went to his mouth, and he answered his own question before you could even open your mouth. "Ah. The feather. Did you lose it? I hope not. It was verrry cute on your cap."

"Oh, I just- Left it at home today," You explained quickly. Why? Emmet didn't need to know-

"Aw. …Hmm. You're also missing that thing you kept in your pocket."

"The scale Ingo gave me?"

"That was it."

Emmet's posture changed. Why, he wanted to ask. He did not like this change. Maybe you only forgot them. That must've been it. That had to be it.

"Yeah… I thought it was… uh, unprofessional to hold onto trinkets while I work-"

Liar. Emmet thought. Why would you lie to him? You didn't lie about leaving them at home- But you were certainly lying now.

"But uh, the other thing-"

Oh?

"Emmet, Sir… Has there ever been… any… rumors… of- Strange… Pokemon, living in the subway tunnels?"

You looked up at your inscrutable boss cautiously. Emmet's eyes rolled as he thought about it for a moment- "Hmm. Someone's been reading some haunting stories, haven't they?" He smirked, eyes squinting. "There are a lot of people who like to use the subway tunnels as a backdrop for their scary stories. There's no odd pokemon down there. Just looots of verry cute joltiks!"

He patted your cap. "So don't put too much stock in those stories you hear, okay?"

"It- It wasn't a story, Sir-"

"I do miss that pretty feather in your cap though- You should put it back in."

Wait a moment. You felt your breath hitch.

"The feather?"

"Mmhmm! It is a verry pretty feather, you know?" Emmet's eyes narrowed. "I thought you liked it quite a bit too."

"Oh, I do-" And you paused.

Was Emmet- No, certainly he couldn't be-

Being… Controlled, could he? By whatever thing stalked you-

You considered your boss for a moment.

Emmet smiled. "So you'll put it back? Wonderful! It is verrry charming, is it not?"

"Huh?"

"The feather."

You recalled it.

"…I suppose." Was Emmet being controlled by the- By the thing that plagued you? "There was something I always… found off about it, though."

And in the silence that followed, you could have heard your blood running through your veins.

"…What's wrong with it?"

The tone of Emmet's voice sent a shiver down your spine- The color drained from Jackie's face- And yet you wouldn't have noticed the latter, deciding to try and find out for yourself-

Was Emmet being manipulated? And your current feelings turned to- Well, yes, it certainly did seem that way.

"It just… feels off, you know? Like yes, it's wonderfully soft and shimmery, but… I can't help but feel like… it's not a real feather, or something. Like it's…" What to say- Something- Something to tell the thing that followed you that you wanted nothing to do with it?

"…fake?"

The Subway Boss stared at you, cocking his head curiously. You felt nervous- Where had Jackie gone, you wondered? Your supervisor was suddenly absent from the office-

"I see. Well, I must get going."

Emmet's smile never left his face. But his heart and mind burned. You watched him turn tail and pace away, always so perfectly postured. Well, no use waiting around here, you thought, and off you went to

Emmet burned. Not with anger, no, certainly not, but something indescribable. An emotion, certainly, that was driving him madder and madder by the second, the more he thought about it. Fake? His feathers? Fake? Himself? And not only that, but you had the audacity to believe silly little rumors or stupid stories over his own words?

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Almost like a self-soothing mantra. You must be lying, surely, little mortal.

You wouldn't hurt them like this.

You're destined to love them. To be with them forever- To be theirs, forever-

Emmet would have to have a chat with his brother about this.

But the other Subway Boss was already finding you as well.

To Ingo, it was odd- You had clocked in, but-

He couldn't feel the warmth of your heart against that lonesome little scale he gave you. Surely you hadn't lost it? No matter- He could always happen upon another, saying it was from a hydreigon or similar-

"Ah, there you are, Miss."

He watched as you darted out of another hallway- Laden with blueprints and answering something on your walkie-talkie.

Ingo was not one to demand attention. He was reserved- Refined. He studied human mannerisms and etiquette- Such things were meaningless drivel, easily learned and retained- Service workers kept their arms behind their backs, or at their sides, their backs straight, feet oh-so-far apart-and-not-a-millimetre-more- Head perfectly held up but not too high- Shoulders back, and a bow to ladies as he held the door for them- Refined movements with not a step too widely taken. There were a million more rules, and subtle cues he had learned- And he would've learned a million more if he had to. Nonsense, all of it- The pompous drivel that humans inflicted on themselves, though, mannerisms and etiquette were something he and his brother were subjected to in any dealings with mortals or other things, no matter the age or era. And while Emmet was certainly the more impatient of the two-

Ingo was reserved. Nobori knew that, come what may, his desires would be his- He was never an impatient being, because, no matter what, all things came to an end, eventually. All things. No matter how many thousands of eons he must wait. And so, he knew, you would eventually end up in his arms.

And yet, for all his refinement- For all his patience-

Your mere presence tested every part of his perfectly crafted facade. If you confessed your undying affection to him at any moment, it would not be soon enough- Oh, to finally hold you in his arms- Oh, to finally revel in your embrace-

Oh, to finally receive your love and adoration, your affection, openly and freely- To be free himself to be as jealous and possessive as he desired- There was a reason he wished to cloak you in shadows, and keep you away from prying eyes- There were no eyes fit to behold you to him- No light fair enough to catch your countenance (Except, perhaps, Kudari's)- No gift too great to give you- If only, if only, you would turn your eyes up to him in love.

And you did love them, even if you didn't know it yet. Ingo was certain. You were wrapped around his fingers, and trapped within his net. He loved you dearly- And elder demons who dwell beyond time and space, moving with the ebb and flow of ancient forces so vast and unknowable and ancient and imperceptible were not used to feeling such a base emotion as love-

And it had consumed him, entirely. At first, he would've been content to steal you away- He would've been content to force your love from your heart, binding you to him until you couldn't tell where the shadows began and you ended-

But not now.

Love was a bit like a drug- A drug that didn't seem to wear off. And oh, how he became enslaved to his adoration of you- No, merely kidnapping you- That was the sort of thing a beast would do. And Nobori was far cleverer than a mere human.

No no, you would be his. You would seek him out on your own, and soon you wouldn't wish to leave him-

After all, he had watched you for so long from your shadows. You sighed and complained of your boss and your work at your old job- No more. No matter where you applied or wanted to go, the brothers knew you would be happiest by their side- Not working among strangers who would treat you like common filth, so your resumes were tattered and torn apart in shadows- Or a recruiter conveniently forgot to call you. And no matter what work you wanted-

Gear Station had need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of you.

And everything seemed to be going so well- From the first nervous moment you stepped into their office for an interview, to how well you took to the training, the joy on your face from working among them- Of course you were happy. You would be nothing less among them.

So when you drew the precious scale of his out of your pocket, and placed it on some counter last night- He was not worried. You usually did that. But when he failed to feel your hand come morning, or the tender beat of your heart and the rise of your lungs as he had grown so fond of-

The elder deity was unnerved. He hadn't realized how much he had found himself yearning for the feeling- And without it, it left a hollow, ill feeling in him. He thought seeing you would fix it- But looking at your nervous face, the way you clung to yourself like a frightened minccino-

"Whatever is the matter, Agent-?" Ingo asked-

Leering down at you, a cruel look in his dark eyes- Or at least, that's how it looked to you.

"Ah, Ingo, Sir…" You trailed off. You hadn't wanted to run into him. "Nothing much, I'm… supposed to do a tunnel inspection? So, I'll get goin-"

"No no, I meant- You look rather worried. Is something bothering you? You can always come to me or Emmet if you have any concerns, you know-"

You shook your head. "No no, nothing like that- I er, uh, I'm just- I guess I'm feeling a little off today,"

*How were you to explain-

"…Your cap seems… Ah- Did you leave that feather at home today?" Ingo broached. He had noticed the lack of scale in your pocket, as well. But the scale was far more hidden in your uniform than the feather- And it was some mortal manner to not stare at someone's chest and inspect their breast pockets for any objects they may or may not contain, was it not?

Oh please no, not Ingo too- You thought, feeling more and more desperate. Why? What was the significance of that stupid feather and scale? Why? They might come from the thing- But why?

"Er, yes, I left them at home, I don't- I don't think it's good for me to wear the- it, to work, you know?"

"I saw no issue with it, and I'm certain Emmet didn't eith-"

"I saw issue with it."

And once again, silence. Ingo looked down at you, silver eyes unnaturally bright against the harsh shadows cast from the brim of his hat-

It made him look mad. Deranged.

And with trepid movement, you took a small step backwards. Perhaps it was paranoia, perhaps it was fear- Perhaps you were imagining things, yes, that had to be it-

"…There was an issue? With it?"

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to my work. I… I was a little late this morning."

And you brushed past him without another word, leaving him dumbfounded. A chill swept through the hallway, and Ingo watched your figure vanish down another turn towards the subway tunnels.

…Had you just rejected his gift to you? His lovely brother's gift to you? What issue was there with their scale and feather? Did that mean you took issue with them?

The elder God was certain he-they- had you ensnared. Under his claws, his gaze, wrapped in his shadows- You were bound to be his mate, bound to be his, entirely, entirely his-

"Brother."

Ingo turned his eyes- Emmet. Who had been watching you as well, vanish behind the tunnel door. And peaking out behind him, was Depot Agent Jackie.

"I'-I'm certain it's nothing big, Emmet, Sir! And Ingo, Sir, er- Don't worry, if you- If you leave this to us Agents, I'm certain we can figure out what changed their mind-"

"You better." Emmet snapped, not taking his eyes off where you turned. Jackie saluted, and without another word, ran away to carry out his bosses' orders. Emmet bit his lip.

"Brother, she said there was something wrong with my feather."

Ingo's brow furrowed. "Wrong? Whatever could they mean?"

"I don't know."

"And- My scale- She took that off, too."

"Yes, she did that too."

"And your feather!"

"Yes. And my feather."

Ingo grabbed at his sleeves. This didn't… make any sense. You had said you loved his scale- You fawned over and adored the feather you'd found-

So why. What had changed? Why did you now shy away, why were you so uncomfortable around them? Why did you dislike their gifts now-? Ingo scratched at his back. An unusual cold spot had manifested- A feeling he wasn't aware he could feel- Where his scale had used to be.

Emmet threw back his head, hair ruffling up like feathers- "If darling refuses us…" And began walking towards the door you disappeared down-

"They won't," Ingo reassured.

"They will not. One way or another."

Ingo glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye, following him. "…Do you have anything in mind to remedy this situation, brother?"

Emmet pondered a moment. "Would Miss Elesa be able to get it out of them, the reason, you think?"

"I don't know. They seem… Suspicious, don't they?"

"Nonsense! Elesa can figure it out."

And Elesa would have her day quite rudely interrupted by an incessant call from her X-Transceiver- Unendingly ringing, until she threw it off in annoyance- Probably something to do with those two, she thought. The last thing she needed- More headaches, more pestering- And she'd probably have to pester you, too. Perhaps if she ignored it, she wouldn't have to deal with it, she hoped.

Until Emmet breaks into her gym, doe-eyed and asking so sweetly for her help once more. Certainly, you trust Elesa, right? You won't find her suspicious.

#Ingo x Reader #Emmet x Reader #Eldritch Submas #monster au #demon au #seth.asks #seth.anon #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #eldritch au

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autumnalhalcyon · 9 months ago

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so hurricane lil debby has been determined by like. 17ish out of 26ish models to be battering the entirety of vermont tomorrow, and the soil is STILL soaked from last month's battering and flooding from the previous hurricane.

i bring this up to my boss, citing the current forecast showing the rain beginning literally this Very Evening, and shows it continuing through the Entirety of tomorrow. i show her a current map from the news showing all but a tiny sliver of the southeast of vt at "Significant" risk of excessive rainfall.

she goes to the ceo, who tells her that the coo is "handling" it, tells her that the rain "is only coming tomorrow afternoon", directly contradicting the forecast i have literally right in front of me, and basically tells us "lol everyone's coming in, floods be damned" in corpo speak. now, im in a safe area with minimal flood risk comparatively, but it's gonna be really fucking funny when tomorrow rolls around and over 3/4th of our branches can't open bc everything's flooded out, and i get to say i told you so.

so now it remains to be seen if they take my warning in the end, or if i am to be seer cassandra watching my ceo/coo risk the lives/safety of over 77% of their employees to floods after warning them of impending doom.

#ceo on vacation as a Fucking Hurricane looms?#hand it over to the ever-profit-hungry coo who has already been making moves that have pissed Many People Off!#surely this won't Endanger Employee Lives while im out of the state for an impending natural disaster!!#fuck work #fuck capitalism #anti capitalism #anti work #shut up maple

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fluffairy · 4 months ago

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what a year!!!!

I finally went back to Florence (and Rome) after 5 whole years, returning to my favorite place in the whole wide world, and it was undoubtedly the best part of the year. I went to London, Oxford, and Paris for work, which still literally doesn’t feel real but did happen and I had a great time on both of those trips! I went to Chicago to see my bestie, went to DC with my good friend, went to Montreal and Tampa for work, and went to Philly a few times to see my good friend and VT twice to see my parents. I saw Taylor Tomlinson perform live in Philly, too! I read 48 books and watched 130+ movies! I continued working at my publishing job which I genuinely enjoy with some of the best coworkers that I could possibly ask for!

A lot of the year was taken up with a lot of stress — about my health, about my family, about the direct stressors of my mother and my grandmother, none of which I have any control over, which I’m trying to learn to let go of in therapy. Looking back at it now, a lot of that stress was just STUPID, which I suppose is just GAD for you lol, but I’d like to continue to try to control those worries in the new year so I can live my one wild and precious life free of burdens. In June my boss told me he wanted to give me a promotion and a raise and then didn’t do it for 6 whole months, which has periodically made me furiously angry and also made me feel like I’m being taken advantage of, which is never a good way to feel at a “job you genuinely enjoy” (see above), but I’m determined to talk to my boss about this as soon as I get back to the office in the new year to get this moving and continue to progress in my career. I did so, so much this year, and I am so grateful for all of it, but in the new year I do want to try to continue to carve out a life for /myself/, and to figure out what I actually like doing when I’m alone. Part of me desperately wants to know what the rest of my life looks like right now, like looking in a crystal ball, but I know I can’t do that. I can only keep working towards my goals (a promotion and raise, a flat, a cat) and enjoy the journey because that really is just what life’s about, I think! And mostly I’m just really grateful for everyone who cares for and about me in my personal life and helps to keep me sane, because I don’t know where I’d be without any of them <3

2025 goals:

-I’m starting a hand-building pottery class next week and I’m really excited to get my hands dirty and make some stuff! hopefully if I like the classes there I can keep taking them :)

-start doing more Yoga With Adrienne (loml) to get the physical stress out of my body and learn mindfulness (is that likely? doubtful lol)

-take good care of my skin and teeth! Because I deserve to take care of myself!

#mine #year in review

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fazclub · 2 years ago

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☆ ⸽ Glitch ⸽ ☆

╰► ₊ Name: Math

╰► ₊ Age:Minor

╰► ₊ Pronouns: He/him

╰► ₊ Sexuality: Aroace

╰► ₊ Birthday: 04/25

╰► ₊ Fandoms who participates: FNaF, Ordem Paranormal, Genshin Impact, Omori, Doki Doki Literature Club, The Apothecary Diaries, Undertale, Honkai Star Rail, Project Sekai, Poppy Playtime, theater of unhappy endings, Saiki Kusuo, indigo park, shifting, mother mother, stardew vally, little big planet, mushroom oasis, heartstopper, vocaloid, roblox, pressure, manhwa, Cellbit, Goularte, Invader zim, Calango, Orochi...

✧ ⸽ Your oc ⸽ ✧

╰► ₊ Name:"Glitch"

╰► ₊ Age:200+

╰► ₊ Facts about your oc:

- She is a puppet ;)

- She is quite flexible.

- For being a puppet, she does not understand human actions, because of this she replicates some of her friends actions.

╰► ₊ Oc/Sona:

(Art made by:@milkshak5)

☆ ⸽ Mika ⸽ ☆

╰► ₊ Name: Mika

╰► ₊ Age: minor

╰► ₊ Pronouns: she/her, he/him

╰► ₊ Sexuality: lesbian and demisexual

╰► ₊ Birthday: 01/09

╰► ₊ Fandoms who participates: FNaF, Poppy Playtime, Good Omens, Welcome Home, Helluva Boss, Heartstopper, TADC, Omori, DDLC...

✧ ⸽ Your oc ⸽ ✧

╰► ₊ Facts about your oc: she is very short and likes to wear high-necked clothes (she hides her face with the collar when she is nervous)

╰► ₊ Oc/Sona:

☆ ⸽ Emi ⸽ ☆

╰► ₊ Name: Emmiy

╰► ₊ Age: 16

╰► ₊ Pronouns: she/them

╰► ₊ Sexuality:assexual

╰► ₊ Birthday:03/19

╰► ₊ Fandoms who participates: Cotl, Fnaf, isat, Moominvalley, Welcome Home, Poppy Playtime, Stardew Valley

✧ ⸽ Your oc ⸽ ✧

╰► ₊ Name: Emi (Little Emi)

╰► ₊ Facts about your oc: she's kind of a shapeshifter, can create dimensional portals and depending on the place they change their form yay

╰► ₊ backstory: Emi lives in a blank space where everything they imagine creates life but only in that place, she manages to leave this blank space with portals going to other universes and yeah

☆ ⸽ Mari ⸽ ☆

╰► ₊ Name: Mari

╰► ₊ Age: 15

╰► ₊ Pronouns: Any pronouns

╰► ₊ Sexuality: Bisexual

╰► ₊ Birthday: 03/15

╰► ₊ Fandoms who participates:

Undertale, Omori, FNaF, Sally Face, Fran Bow, Little Misfortune, Poppy Playtime, Lily's Well, BBirthday, VT Harmony, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Coraline, Miraculous, Lacey's Flash Games, Paranormal Order, Yandere Simulator, Doki Doki Literature Club, Kamaitachi, Melanie Martinez, Vocaloid (especially Hatsune Miku) Backrooms, Cellbit, QSMP, Minecraft, Roblox, The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, ENA, Julia MineGirl, Tex HS, Good Omens, Anne With An E, The Amazing Digital Circus, Murder Drones, Brubs, Goularte, Gacha Life, Shifting, Core, TV Girl, Sodikken...

✧ ⸽ Your oc ⸽ ✧

╰► ₊ Name: Mari

╰► ₊ Age: 15

╰► ₊ Facts about your oc: She loves white roses, has four imaginary friends (Elizabeth, Misty, Itzal and Aly), lives in a dreamcore/weirdcore world, doesn't like fighting and loud noises, loves music, etc... Sometimes has a weird black liquid pouring from his eyes

╰► ₊ Backstory: ...

#só um negocinho simples dps a gente arruma isso bonitinho #mush paraguaio ahahaha #fazclub

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vt-scribbles · 2 years ago

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i am not immune to a character who is just a little guy

But Also

#size shifter #g/t #giant/tiny #artists on tumblr #stoat scribbles #VT the Boss #fans self #self care is making batshit unhinged art of your sona #I'm probably gonna revisit this piece some time since this is just a scribble for the idea/vibe~#ahaha #ahem

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overthinkingtaleblr · 2 years ago

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(I haven’t kept up with vt or pie in a while) but I think I remember something about Toast having a alcohol problem? Mainly whiskey if I remember correctly?

What do the others think about it when Toast is drinking or perhaps even drunk? How do they react?

See it’s something I don’t particularly like to think about because it’s so… real? Alcoholism is a very different problem than ghosts and unrealistic drugs, and it’s a problem I can happily say I’ve had no experiences with. The downside is that I’m not entirely certain how it specifically works, and I run the risk of making a serious issue into a joke or overdramaticizing it… all of that being said, I can try to give my own two cents, just know that I barely understand why people drink to begin with outside of social pressure or addiction. So i guess.. trigger warning, everything’s under the cut.

Toast does have an alcohol problem, and I do think whiskey specifically was said to be his drink of choice. By the time most of the videos take place, he does seem to be drinking much more responsibly, but we do hear sometimes about how much of a problem his alcoholism used to be. I do think he is accused of being or seeming drunk in some videos, so there’s a chance he hasn’t fully finished his sobriety journey, but I don’t think we see him go on a ‘bender’ until Kind Of the Retirement Arc… but i do think of him as a very depressing drunk. Like he weeps openly hunched over the bar looking a mess and stuff.

Long story short, Ghost leaving was a catalyst that led Toast to drink excessively again. I say this because we do see Spooker and Colon react to it and they’re a little uncomfortable. Toast does not seem to be capable of drinking copious amounts and still have the ability to help at PIE the next morning. As I remember it, he’s a wreck, completely unable to help and not even trying. Therefore, I don’t think Colon or Spooker would be either comfortable with Toast’s drinking, or even know how to help him. They’d both understand that him consuming the alcohol is out of grief and trying to numb himself… and a lack of coping mechanisms, but neither of them can relate so this experience of his is very alien to them both. So, they only just leave him to his wallowing, putting the company before the founders to ensure lives can continue to be saved.

Colon gives me the vibes of someone who would drape a blanket on him while he’s asleep in an area he shouldn’t be sleeping, clean up bottles he left behind, help him out with hangovers, etc. It’s kind, but he knows it isn’t enough to fix the problem. He doesn’t really talk to Toast when he drinks because he isn’t sure what to say that wouldn’t possibly encourage him to do it more. He’s trying to act as the leader of the team while the bosses are out of commission and it’s really rough when the official leader is a grieving mess.

Unlike Spooker, who is too confused to be really helpful right now. Spooker joined the team while Toast was in jail for arson, I believe, so he’s seen a team function without Toast. He was there when Ghost disappeared for the puppet arc, so he was there to see Toast manage the team without Ghost. Now Ghost is gone again and Toast is… self-medicating? For some reason? He severely underestimated how badly Ghost leaving would affect him, and doesn’t understand what the difference is between then and now. This is also part of the reason why he ignores Ghost’s boundaries and tries to get him to rejoin the team. He thinks Toast’s behavior is sudden, surprising, and uncharacteristic.

Ghost has been with Toast since the problem started, and I imagine he takes it way more seriously than he lets on. I do think Toast’s relationship with alcohol has always been a little. Bad. Toast has had a pretty understandable reason to desire self-medication for a long time. He went through a lot as a kid, left his family, and lost his wife, returned to his family, and lost his best friend multiple times before he was thirty. He’s experienced a lot of death and clearly is better at helping others than himself, and Ghost knows all of that. He’s been with Toast thsi whole time. I think he tried his best to help Toast out after Mary died, and i think he was a good help, but because of Toast’s actions during the puppet arc, i think he thought Toast wouldn’t have a problem if he left the team forever. I think the team was able to get Toast help Before Ghost re-joined, but I also think Ghost gave them some advice.

His siblings are also a bit worried about it. And yeah.

#taleblr #johnny toast #alcoholism /#taleblr headcanons #taleblr pie #posting today because. i actually just turned 21 #idk what im talking about tbhhh #this is a weird conversation to me both since it’s v serious and bc idk what im talking about #so if someone else feels that I handled anything wrong or poorly lmk

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