#We fix forklifts

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

save me SMG4 episode save me

(the following is my live reaction:)

moo-stache moo-stache moo-stache

why do I feel like Pedro's going to be here?

"bruh Pedro was just a one-time thing." they literally killed off Mickey, ANYTHING can happen

KAIZO YOU'RE BACK HI

OMG please tell me someone from the Team saw this fan animation and put it in the episode as a nod to the animator, that would be awesome!!!

btw great fan animation, go check it out if you haven't [link]

YAYYYY, c'mon Mario you gotta spend time with your brother :)

also I need to find a playthrough of this game while I work

whoops my hand slipped [*makes 4 say "I should've chosen the USB over you, 3"*] :)

Hey Shroomy :D ....oh *western spaghetti flashbacks*

like seriously, I can't hear that audio the same way again

helicopter helicopter (copter)

oh hey swag *he fades away* NOOOOOO

well, digging did (mostly, sorta) help the last episode

OMG HI HI HI MY SILLIES

Three, why are you here if you think it's stupid? unless... 🫵 🏳️‍🌈⁉️

it's giving "I'm only here to support my boyfriend's interests", like I'm starting to believe that they truly are dating behind the scenes

they're on a date, your honor 💙💜

and there they go bickering again smh /affectionate

I'd like to think that ever since Four drives a forklift, that's just his method of transportation. screw the car, we're taking this baby out for a spin :)

Mario, you need to be ✨forklift certified✨

sorry, just Three's gayass poses give me life

actually yeah why is the line not moving?

the boys :)

also that walk animation tho

HOW LONG IS THIS LINE?!

also c'mon Three, show us your dance moves :D

oooooh that editing i love that

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING

now that they've mentioned it, why are there so many conventions happening at the same time? hmmmmm *game theory theme starts playing*

SMG3: "Maybe they're lining up to go to your mom's house. That line's usually pretty long." DAYUM THREE

"the line doesn't end" ayo wtf????

shroomy, you've eaten mushrooms before and you had no problem with that

....it really is the end of the world huh

ONE WEEK LATER?!?!?!?

"there is no end" "the end will come" me, sitting in the corner: hmmmmmmmmm

whelp, it's confirmed, I kin Four now

Three's not going coo co crazy, he's just vibin' :)

THIS IS WARRRRRR

this whole fighting scene omg it's SO good!

....WOTFI? ok no :P

AWWW THAT WAS ACTUALLY SWEET DUDE

CAN WE PLEASE GET A HUG? FOR ME SPECIFICALLY?

.... yeah uh Boopkins, you're going to have to explain what the hell you mean by that

not that it's surprising, we've been through a lot. just another Tuesday (or Saturday in this case)

MY HEART CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS FLUFF

HUG HUG HUG

THAT'S MY BOYS

RAVE PARTY [*dances*]

....sonic, is that you? sorry, my mind is still in the sonadow generations phase so I can't unsee them

:O wait, Boopkins, what did you mean by that?

MARTY?!?!? WTF

SMG4: "Don't worry, Mario. There's one way we can fix this." Beat the shit out of him...? YEAH I KNEW IT HAHA

*explodes*

and congrats to samgagmincho for your art featured at the end credits 🎉

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

This was a fun episode, I loved it!! Seeing my boys is always a plus and I appreciate the return of some side characters. With how the world is right now, I really needed this episode. So, thanks Team, for keeping my spirits up.

I just enjoyed watching my silly little guys doing silly little adventures. Traffic is a nightmare so I don't blame Mario in the slightest. Anyway, 3 and 4, how was your date? /silly

Can we just talk about the animation? It was so good!!! You really see the quality they put in, especially in that fighting scene. I didn't expect MARTY of all people to be the cause of all this. I honestly thought it was going to be a gag of something harmless just being in the middle of the road for no reason (like a turtle or smth) and the Crew being like "ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!" but NOPE, Marty was here and apparently A SORCERER?! I really shouldn't be surprised, what am I talking about here. And ofc the OG duo immediately beating the shit out of him is so fucking funny to me. He didn't die (I know that), but he's definitely going to be more relevant in the future.

...puzzlevision 2? ok I'm sorry

SMG4 show and jokes aside, I hope you all are ok. No matter what happens, we'll stick together. Don't give them the satisfaction that they want. You aren't alone, and we'll keep on fighting.

Going to be a Sonic fan here, Sonic 06 is famously known to be... augh. But there is a good moment with Shadow that I think is relevant now:

Mephiles (the villain of the game): "It's futile. The world will betray you. Why fight at all? Why risk your life for those who will persecute you later?" Shadow: "If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have."

Take care, my dear fellows, and I'll see you all in my next post!! Hmmm, there is "no end" [*game theory intro plays*]

[literaryavenger]

Captain America: Civil War - 3

Summary: The Winter Soldier gets triggered and it's up to Steve, Sam and you to make sure that Bucky doesn't get killed, doesn't kill anyone and doesn't get locked up again.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, slight Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of violence. Language. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Just to be clear, Bucky x Reader is my endgame, which is why I was so looking forward to get to Civil War because I knew I could get some scenes with Reader and our thicc Civil War Bucky.

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You get to the FBI bunker and get out of the SUV as Bucky’s pod is carried away by a forklift.

You and Steve both look at Bucky and, as Steve looks away, Bucky’s eyes meet yours for a second before he looks away again. All you can think about is how broken he looks, almost ashamed of his current situation.

You walk with Sam, Steve and T’Challa towards Sharon and a short man in a great suit.

“What's gonna happen to him?” You can’t help but ask.

“Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition.” the little man says.

“This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander.” Sharon informs us.

“What about our lawyer?” Steve asks.

“Lawyer. That's funny.” Ross says. “See their weapons are placed in lockup. Oh, we'll write you a receipt.”

“I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that.” Sam says as they walk away with your gear.

You see the man carrying your gear playing around with a particular gadget. “I wouldn’t touch that, if I were you.” You warn him.

Almost as if just to piss you off the man activates the gadget and gets electrocuted, falling to the ground as you start laughing with a quiet "Dumbass".

As some other agents go to help the idiot you turn back to the group, Sam is grinning too and Sharon and T’Challa seem amused but Steve and Everett are glaring at you.

“What? I told him not to touch it!” You defend yourself, but it’s very clear you’re amused and have no regrets.

You all start walking, following Ross and he starts talking. “You'll be provided with an office instead of a cell. Now, do me a favor, stay in it?”

“I don't intend on going anywhere.” T’Challa says as Natasha joins your little group.

“For the record, this is what making things worse looks like.” She says looking directly at Steve.

“He's alive.” Steve answers as we approach Tony talking on the phone. You have to give it to Steve, at least he's consistent.

“No. Romania was not Accords-sanctioned. And, Colonel Rhodes is supervising cleanup.” Tony says on the phone.

“Try not to break anything while we fix this.” Natasha tells you all and you roll your eyes at her.

“Consequences? You bet there'll be consequences. Obviously you can quote me on that 'cause I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir.” Tony ends the call.

“'Consequences'?” You ask as you raise your eyebrow, your tone and facial expression clearly skeptical, not believing for a second that he’s serious about this.

“Secretary Ross wants all three of you prosecuted.” Tony answers. “Had to give him something.”

And, there he is. You chuckle quietly and could swear you saw a smirk in Tony’s face for a second.

“I'm not getting that shield back, am I?” Steve asks.

“Technically, it's the government's property.” Natasha says as she starts walking away before turning to you and Sam. “Wings and gear, too.”

“That's cold.” Sam says and you groan in annoyance; you love your gear.

“Warmer than jail.” Tony yells back while walking away with Nat and you roll your eyes.

You sigh deeply and turn to the two gentlemen next to you.

“Well, this is great.” You say sarcastically and, before they can say anything, some agents escort you and Sam to the office Ross spoke of, from which you can see the security cameras on Bucky, while Steve gets taken to another room for what you assume is gonna be questioning.

-

You and Sam are seated at the table next to each other as you see Bucky’s prison pod get connected to a pipe and the light inside it dims for a moment, just as Steve comes into the room where you and Sam are.

“What did they ask you?” You ask Steve as he comes to a stop in front of the glass where he can keep an eye on Bucky.

“Nothing, I was talking to Tony.” There's a pause where none of you talk, just watching Bucky before Steve quietly says. “Wanda’s being detained at the Compound.”

“What?!” you say loudly, startling both men. “What do you mean, she's detained?!”

“I think Tony doesn't want another accident to happen, so she's currently confined to the Compound” Steve elaborates.

“Fucking Stark…” You mumble under your breath, shaking your head in disappointment as you see Tony joining Natasha in the control room with Ross. You ignore Steve’s glare at your cursing and focus on Bucky in the screens in front of you even though you can't hear anything. 

Your heart breaks a little for him at the way he’s being treated. After all Bucky’s whole situation wasn’t his choice, just a surprising amount of bad luck in the past 80 years.

After a minute Sharon enters the office you’re sitting in, handing us some papers. “The receipt for your gear.”

“‘Bird costume’? Come on!” Sam whines as you snort and laugh as he glares at you before glaring at Sharon.

“I didn’t write it.” She says defensively, then pushes a button that stops the restriction on the audio from Bucky’s cell and allows us to hear it on the little screen in the corner.

“I'm not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions.” you can hear the psychiatrist say. “Do you know where you are, James? I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky.” Bucky says calmly. 

It’s the first time you hear him speak clearly and your eyes are glued to the screen. His voice is deep and gruff and you can’t help but find it attractive. You take a moment to really look at him and you think to yourself, for a brainwashed psycho assassin that’s almost 100 years old, he’s really quite handsome, isn’t he?

You’re brought back to the present by Steve’s voice. “Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?” He’s standing in front of the monitor, looking at the blurry photo of Bucky that was released on the news.

“Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” Sharon answers.

“Right. It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding.” Steve continues. “Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.”

“You're saying someone framed him to find him?” You say with a frown, trying to follow his train of thought.

“Steve, we looked for the guy for two years and found nothing.” Sam points out.

“We didn't bomb the UN.” You point out absentmindedly. 

“That turns a lot of heads.” Steve adds.

“Yeah, but that doesn't guarantee that whoever framed him would get him. It guarantees that we would.” Sharon says before trailing off and all of our attention drifts back to the screen where Bucky is being questioned by the psychiatrist. 

“Yeah.” Steve says quietly.

“Tell me, Bucky. You've seen a great deal, haven't you?” the doctor asks.

“I don't want to talk about it.” Bucky says quietly.

“You fear that… if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don't worry.” The doctor taps his tablet to see something and you frown, everyone else’s expressions mirroring yours. “We only have to talk about one.”

Suddenly the lights go out in the bunker and you all look around confused. You can see people freaking out in the control room, Tony using FRIDAY through his glasses and Natasha looking around.

You look at Sharon and she simply says “Sub-level 5, east wing.” And you, Sam and Steve rapidly exit the room and head towards Bucky.

You arrive outside the chamber, red emergency lights flashing all around and agents slumped on the floor, all out cold.

You hear a feeble “Help me” and see the psychiatrist on the floor, clearly conscious, asking for help. Steve steps towards him and enters the room where Bucky's pod is, you barely enter it and Sam is right behind you at the threshold.

“Get up” He says and harshly grabs the doctor, shoving him against the wall. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“To see an empire fall.” Is all he says.

Suddenly there's movement behind you and you quickly turn around just in time to avoid Sam getting thrown into you and he lands against the pod instead. 

You barely have time to react when you feel a punch in the stomach and stagger backwards against the wall, knocking the air out of you. You slide down on it and take a second to compose yourself as Steve starts fighting Bucky.

After what feels like a second Bucky sends Steve down an elevator and walks away. You groan and quickly get up, going to the elevator first.

“Please be alive, Rogers!” You shout down, as you try to look down.

“I’m okay!” He shouts back and you let out a breath of relief. “Find him!”

You don’t waste a second and run after him, catching up to him as he’s beating up a guard.

You put yourself in the middle of it after Bucky gets the better hand on the agent and takes his baton, you kick Bucky on the stomach but he barely moves.

At least you have his attention now and, when he looks at you, his eyes seem empty and void of any emotions. That’s not the same person you saw before. Those are not the same eyes you met when you got to the bunker. 

You hesitate for a second and that’s enough for him to get the upper hand, grabbing you and throwing you over a table. He has a gun you assume he took from the other agent and aims it at you but, just as he’s about to pull the trigger, he gets disoriented by a stun-burst from Tony,that makes you cover your ears, then there’s a flash of light and then Bucky and Tony are fighting.

You take a moment to breathe and suddenly Tony’s on the ground and you go to him to make sure he’s okay while Natasha and Sharon take care of Bucky.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, worried, helping him sit up.

“Just dandy.” He says breathlessly.

Both of your attentions go to Sharon when she gets slammed into a table next to you and you both go to her. She’s conscious but before you can say anything, she points to something behind you and you turn around to see Bucky getting tackled off of Natasha by T’Challa.

You get up and go to Natasha as she’s taking in deep breaths after Bucky almost choked her, you help her sit up before turning around but both Bucky and T’Challa are already gone.

When you turn back to Natasha, she’s already looking at you. “Go” is all she says and you know she’s right, you should go before you get detained again. 

You nod to her and all but run outside, where you see Sam just standing there in the middle of the running crowd. You go to him and, when he notices you, he shows you a hoodie that you assume to be the psychiatrist’s.

“I lost the doctor.” He confirms your theory.

“I lost the soldier.” You tell him and he sighs, as you both look around.

“We should get out of here” He says after a moment, looking at a group of guards.

You follow his line of sight and when you notice the guards too, you say “Yes, we should.” and you both start almost running, putting as much distance between yourselves and the FBI as you can.

-[Time skip to when they’re in the warehouse because I’m lazy and don’t want to make up all the stuff in the middle]-

While Steve and Sam wait for Bucky to regain consciousness you go to look for a first aid kit.

You’re all mostly fine, but Bucky has a cut in the forehead that Steve informed you occurred when he hit the windshield of a chopper, which is why he is unconscious.

It takes you a little time to get back to the abandoned warehouse they’re hiding in because of the pain in your torso, which you’re pretty sure is because your ribs are bruised.

By the time you’re back Bucky is awake and his metal arm is free. You hear him talking as you get closer to the room they’re in and the last thing he says is “You’d never see them coming.” before the three men notice you.

You completely enter the room, standing next to Sam but your eyes don’t leave Bucky, rightfully wary of the man.

“Don’t worry, he’s back to himself.” Steve says when he notices your careful and calculated moves.

“I am worried. He also tried to kill me as himself.” You say, looking away from Bucky and to the two men next to you.

“I wasn’t trying to kill you, I was trying not to get captured by you.” Bucky addresses you directly for the first time ever with an accusatory tone.

“Semantics.” You answer, looking back at him and narrowing your eyes. Your defiant, but admittedly childish, answer seems to surprise Bucky but it gets a chuckle out of Sam and a groan out of Steve.

“Just… please.” Steve says to you, almost begging you. “Help him.”

You roll your eyes and groan, mumbling an annoyed “Fine.” while cautiously moving towards Bucky. As you kneel in front of him and open the first aid kit you can hear Steve and Sam talking, but pay them no mind.

“You know I’m a supersoldier, right?” Bucky asks you quietly.

“Supersoldiers can bleed too.” you say while looking down and not at him, looking through the stuff in the kit. “The image of an unconscious and beaten up Steve in a hospital bed comes to mind.”

He knows you’re talking about Steve’s conditions after the whole Project Insight situation in DC, and you can tell he feels bad about it as he instantly looks away from you.

“Sorry,” you say with a sigh “That was mean.”

He seems to perk up a little at your apology and looks back at you.

“It’s okay.” You look up at him. “I kind of deserved it.”

You smile a little at this, and start to take out the stuff you’ll need as you say “You kind of did.”

You go to clean his cut but wince slightly, you almost forgot about your injuries. You take a deep breath and start carefully cleaning his cut and the blood off his forehead.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks you quietly, seemingly concerned that you’re in pain.

“Don’t worry.” You tell him just as quietly. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.”

“I bet you can, doll.” You almost feel like you imagined the nickname, but you’re positive you saw a grin on his face for half a second.

You can feel his eyes glued to your face as you take care of his cut, silently watching you work. You almost feel like he’s memorizing every detail of your face, like he’s trying to figure out everything about you right in that instance. 

When you’re done you take a second to look into his eyes, expecting him to look away, but he holds your gaze and you feel your heart skip a beat by the intensity of his stare. After a moment you slowly get up, your eyes still locked on his and take a step back.

When you finally turn around you see Steve watching your interaction with a very curious look and, when you meet his eyes, he raises an eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes and ignore his silent question, getting closer to him and looking around for Sam, who you see just outside the room on the phone.

“Who’s he talking to?” You ask Steve.

“Don’t know” He shrugs. “Just said he knew a guy.” 

A second later Sam gets closer as he ends the call.

“Alright, thanks, Scott.” He says and hangs up.

You raise your eyebrow at him. “Scott? Really?” You ask smirking and he groans, rolling his eyes while Steve just looks at us confused at why you’re so amused by this because he still doesn’t know about the time Scott breached the Compound and kicked Sam’s ass.

-

“I’m just saying, this isn’t really the most practical getaway car…” You say as the four of you make your way to meet Sharon in an old Volkswagen Beetle.

“It’s low profile” Steve defends his choice from in front of you, Bucky in the backseat to your right and Sam in front of him in the passenger’s seat.

“It’s really not, Steve.” you say back as Steve groans, prompting a snicker from Sam and, surprisingly, from Bucky too. You’re about to point out that this old car sticks out when Steve parks and gets out to talk to Sharon.

You can’t hear what they’re saying but you can see them looking at the Buggy for a second before Sharon opens the trunk of her car. Your joy about seeing your gear is a little overshadowed by Bucky’s voice as he talks to Sam.

“Can you move your seat up?” He asks, surprisingly polite.

“No.” Is all Sam says, being the petty bitch that he is. You roll your eyes at him, you get that the last time a car was involved with Bucky in the mix it didn’t go great, but still.

“Here, switch with me.” You tell Bucky and pull him to the middle seat, then climb over him to slide into his seat, being sure to smack Sam in the back of his head as you go and smirking at the loud “Ow” he lets out. You look back at Bucky and see him blushing slightly and you can’t help but smile.

When you look back at Steve and Sharon you can see them kissing and you let out an amused giggle. It looks like Captain Virgin finally got some.

They talk for another second before Sharon goes to her car and Steve turns to the three of you as you all smirk and you even wink at him. You can see him groan and roll his eyes before grabbing your gear and putting it in the trunk of the Buggy.

When he gets into the driver’s seat the only thing he says is “Not one word.” while the three of you quietly laugh but don’t tease him further.

He drives off and you look out the window, knowing that the hardest part is about to come. Whatever comes next sure won’t be as fun. 

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for taking my own car to pick up my grandma despite my dad insisting on just taking his truck?

Next week I'm (24 GNC) helping my dad (58 M) move his grandma from the Midwest to his place in upstate NY. He is paying for everything on this trip- uhaul trailer, food, motel, gas. He just bought the truck used this year but it is a piece of shit, he constantly has to fix it. It's loud and uncomfortable, I just don't like it.

He's VERY insistent on just taking one vehicle, says it's too much of a hassle to navigate with 2 vehicles and you're always getting separated. To be fair, I only have moved once and don't have a lot of experience with this- I drove across the country but I was by myself so I'm sure he's right about it being more tedious with multiple vehicles. I should also note, he doesn't even want me to help drive the truck at all, he's convinced I couldn't...handle it I guess (nevermind that I've driven snowplows, cranes, forklifts and the like).

So I don't see the problem, it's just 1 night in a motel, we meet there. Phones exist- if there's a problem then we just call? My reasoning for not wanting to go with him in the truck is, as mentioned, it's unreliable and big- my grandma's knees don't work and I can't even see how we're gonna get her into the truck. I have a little hatchback sedan with plenty of storage, it's in good shape and a much safer vehicle.

My other motivation is, well, my dad and I don't get along great. He's controlling and irrational. I don't want to be trapped in a vehicle with him for a week while we get everything packed and moved. I need the option to leave and get space if I need to. There's not an easy way for me to even tell him this without him making a big deal out of it or being a hurt piss baby. My grandma and I get along fine and she specifically told me she would rather be in my car.

He didn't say it, but maybe he just doesn't want to be driving alone? He does have poor night vision. However earlier this year he drove there by himself so I doubt that's it. I don't understand why else he would be so insistent on just taking one vehicle, but maybe someone else who's moved can verify that taking two vehicles is a bad idea.

So I want to know: would I be the asshole if I just put my foot down and refused to help unless I had my car?

What are these acronyms?

[appeypie]

why do you draw top surgery scars like that slash genuine sorry i dont have a slash key :((( long story but basically so yeah i was on the train and this guy walks up to me asks me what are you listening to im like brother you dont want to know this he insists so i tell him billy cobb - throw away song he gets rly angry says what the fu*ck is that i say yeah sorry its weird i like the louis i dont call women bitches/gen or anything similar he tells me what the hell are you talking about and i get rly sad in these situations im self-conscious about my music tase bc most days i listen to esoteric Serbian rap anyways and he gets rly angry something wrong w this dude i think and starts stealing my laptop steals the laptop now im screwded !!!! i need that thing for my work i work as a construction engener and well that forklift hustle gets boring so i gotta play my serbian rap we all do it so yeah i had to buy another laptop and it was 100 euros i go there to pick up the new second hand laptop for 100 euros and this guy, old 56(M) comes up to me and says i released myself from the holy sin of greed and like i need the cheap laptop so i go along w it ofc and i go yeah thats what i did im satisfied w a beautiful 100€ lenovo gaming laptop and he hand s me the laptop and he says it has superficial keys missing, so i dont go greedy and have all the keys so thats why i don't have a slash button sorry kinda rambly (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

ask so long bro fixed their slash key in the middle of it

[puhpandas]

I still see fans use the glamrocks dismantlings against greg! which is crazy cuz the game makes us do it and we’re never faced with an alternative ever. It’s not like greg was presented with a faz wrench, realized he could reboot the bots, then turn around and said nahh. He had maybe 3-4 hours left on the clock and I doubt any kid could make a plan to reboot 3 violent robots while also worrying about vanny within that amount of time

Their dismantlings, while sad in ruin, feels like a cheap attempt at glamrock angst when the glamrock angst should’ve been focused on how FE treats/neglects their robots. Why are we blaming the child over the greed/carelessness of men that put him, and everyone else, in that situation? Sotm better pull through and show how evil big corporations are so fans can parallel it with FE smh

YEAH I've actually never really thought about that second part. I think that's actually why I was so miffed by it in ruin and it didnt hit, and I love the glamrocks so it really should have!! it felt too cheap and thrown in, like there wasnt any buildup. and jtop literally SAID in the john interview that they put in chicas rebeakening as fan service to be able to feel that satisfaction at fixing her. he pretty blatantly either said or implied idk which but pretty sure it's the former that it was so you could fix what Gregory had done, which is. kind of strange

I understand it from an outside player perspective, bc it's like everybody felt bad breaking them, but I feel like this wasnt the way to go about it, especially because Gregory himself was not even involved when they were being fixed. theres nothing about the actual situation being expanded upon, just one part being put back into place by the "kind" child to fix what the "other" child had done

I think that's why I was miffed by cassie and roxys relationship too and it didnt hit like Gregory and freddys. it felt so sanitized, like, the whole point of roxy is that she isnt at all what a perfect character for the brand would be like and shes insecure and mean and lashes out, but then as soon as cassie finds her under the forklift shes suddenly back to being a soulless entertainer robot that's nothing but kind? her voice acting LITERALLY turns robotic!! it's like her entire personality was stripped away for her to be more likeable, even if that wasnt the intention, and it just didnt make it feel genuine

that's what it feels like with 'fixing' chica too. theres no real genuineness to it, it's just slapping a bandaid on it and not talking about what really matters about the situation. PLUS in the process it just paints Gregory who's already in an atrocious light from another event from the exact same game in an even worse light, especially with how jtop implied it in the interview that he was the "bad" to Cassies "good".

it feels like less to actually make you care or think about chica being sentient trapped in this building and broken and STILL under the virus and just. heres a bandaid, hope you guys feel better about (gregory) breaking them! isnt cassie a sweetheart for doing this? (theres an unlike unsaid there)

no hate to cassie or anything /gen. I have zero problem with her, it's just how it all as a whole was handled. this feels like a mistake theyve been making a lot recently with focusing on the wrong things. not focusing on the sentient Fazbear ent characters and how they each dont fit into their boxes for one reason or another and instead just the "look roxy and cassie are friends and shes back to acting like her animatronic performer self and now you as the player get to experience satisfaction but nothing about the situation actually changes". it's like this with mimic too, where they keep focusing on the boring mortal parts of mimic of it just being an old ass rusty robot instead of the glitchtrap AI virus parts of it, which are the actual dangerous scary parts that make it feel powerful and hard to beat in any capacity

ur so right about the Fazbear ent stuff not being focused on enough, especially since it's one of the most prominent amazing storylines in sb!! Bonnie in ruin should have served that, but it didn't, it just added more kindle to the fire in our own minds to make the story better. they didnt actually talk about the implications of bonnie being there and dead and phased out but it's there. the implication is good enough I guess, but it's just another thing about how it could have been expanded upon. like cassie could have had a little dialogue putting it into perspective like "omg he was here the whole time? it looked like someone killed him! it's so unfair that they just phased him out like that :(" or something then boom, makes the player think about it

ur so right about all the things u said in ur ask about the "glamrock angst" instead of focusing on the actual sad parts of their story that are AMAZING. especially since they're framing them being broken as the most terrible worst thing to ever happen to them and the ONLY bad thing when it was done by Gregory and not the mistreatment and abuse from Fazbear ent that made Freddy abandon the place (bc of bonnie) which was done BY the company. its framing Gregory as being the bad one twice in the same game when he didnt need another player while Fazbear ent, who is already the culprit of the glamrocks story that isnt expanded upon enough, isnt emphasized so players only focus on Gregory breaking them as being their worst fates

[spiderh0rse]

freeman's mind noted part 5, e21-25

e21

images just come to him like a prophet for an angry god

a lil scared of big blue lobster out in Power Up

could solve all his problems by exploding things with his mind

wants marshmallows....

FUNNY NOISES. "HERE'S JOHNNY". MANNNN

thinks headcrabs would make cool lawn ornaments

"rubble rumble rubble rumble rubble rumble" he just likes saying words real quick together

he thinks he's a good liar

doesn't want green slime on his suit :(

not amazed at the orange HEV suit but admits it's good otherwise

THE SUIT DENTS WHEN YOU SHOOT IT SO STOP SHOOTING IT

(not sure why the formatting is doing this.)

e22

"pyew!"

has seen The Terminator

"what's the point of being an honest citizen if I'm just gonna get shot at anyways" FUCK THE TROOPS

has seen Rambo

concerned about accessibility!! :D

"lasers!" Said in the samw done in laser/caution

urgh the electron measurement nonsense. I hate that. Particle and wave. Depends on what you know about it

new sport? Houndeye killing?

Gordon I don't think the soldiers care about fixing the generator

had an old apartment where the basement got flooded because he did a cannonball so sick his bathtub sunk into the floor

"bbbrrrrrrp!"

"NYYYAAA"

hey if you survive the electricity you'd have a sick scar

high five Death!

e23

yes the military is incompetent we all know this

doesn't know how to play guitar

is very polite asking people to not kill him

thinks the radio chatter is dissing him

stresses to the soldiers that he graduated from MIT

seems less bothered by having killed a bunch of people now. Interesting difference from earlier

beepbeepbeepbeepbeep

"I don't like to beep too much" YOU HAVE BEEN BEEPING. ALL SERIES

thinks radios are how The Man finds you

grey map? Haunting.

smushing more words together without proper words to put them apart,, man after my own heart

smuggling an elephant almost wouldn't surprise him

would love rubber on the HEV.

cheery about leaving behind the dying guard

he is not happy right now

e24

may believe cavemen had to deal with gargantuars and HECU. May be ironic

wants to go up

he's a CAT. (meows multiple times) (hisses)

says out loud that he's scared

straining noises,,,

karma strikes him often

thats why the dinosaurs went extinct! Him!

expert in atomic level electricity

has frequently had to sit through family members shitty photo albums

one of the perks of killing everyone: no one can yell at you

he's in great shape! and has been exercising all day! please give this man some food!

likely not forklift certified

would like henchmen throwing switches for him

would sacrifice minions for good parking

threatens someone and then says he won't actually do it because it's be gross

wants to hit the clubs after a good shower

slur count four.

e25

could climb over the concrete but wants a nice ride

thinks a train derailment (shakes violently bnsf derailment-) would look cool

talks about some story about one teacher of his asking if crashing a motorcycle into a haybale or concrete divider is more dangerous at 60mph. My bet is on the haybale. Lots of little things that'll run you through. Nasty stuff. Straw impales telephone poles sometimes. Wear a helmet.

if he were a conductor killing his passengers would be his idea retirement

since no one can see him confused he's still a genius

barnacles now dubbed "string things"

he's covered in BLOOD again

cant emulate turtles and hide in his bright orange shell

expects to find a cult in On A Rail. string theory crowd......

ongoing commentary about if the aliens are demons or not

percussive maintenance does do wonders

pro slavery. not racist somehow. Gambling instead?? I have no idea where he gets these ideas from.

there are just. Unholy screams btw. in the background.

doesn't have a bandolier :'(

hey a switch!

poor guy is Not getting paid for this. Community service.

continues to be grossed out by the barnacles. Reminds him of the summer he worked fast food

"QUIT BEING METAL"

If he were a wizard he says

[gender-trash]

more incredibly specific Problems Robots Can Have, courtesy of the perception team's internal demo today:

the floor in our test warehouse is so reflective that we can't actually see it. which unfortunately makes it very difficult to use point cloud segmentation to distinguish from the floor things that are very close to the floor, such as forklift tines

usb fucking sucks all my homies hate usb (camera flakiness had to be fixed by hot gluing the usb cables into place). power over ethernet is the way to go <3

[ppenvs3000w24]

Blog 6: How safe are you at work?(Historical interpretation)

In this week’s blog prompt, we were tasked with unpacking the quote:

“There is no peculiar merit in ancient things, but there is merit in integrity, and integrity entails the keeping together of the parts of any whole, and if these parts are scattered throughout time, then the maintenance of integrity entails a knowledge, a memory, of ancient things. …. To think, feel or act as though the past is done with, is equivalent to believing that a railway station through which our train has just passed, only existed for as long as our train was in it.” – Edward Hyams, Chapter 7, The Gifts of Interpretation

Collecting and fixing the broken historical artifact helps discover the knowledge that accompanies the artifact.

I believe that Edward wants to express that historical artifacts and evidence of the past by themselves have no value. However, by collecting these often degraded and broken parts, we can discover a story, lost knowledge, or memory of the past. He also uses a train simile to explain that one cannot ignore the past just because it has already happened. It usually teaches us a lesson that helped us improve to the present. Edward’s use of simile, a figurative language, is like what Alan Leftridge talked about when discussing ‘Interpretive Titles and Leads’ in the assigned reading, chapter 14 of the textbook. This helps the reader better visualize and relate the meaning behind Edward’s statement as most people have ridden a train, allowing them to easily visualize and understand.

Relating this quote back to interpretating history, Edward mentions how learning about past helps discover lost knowledge or warnings. This was also mentioned in this week’s second assigned reading, chapter 15 of the textbook, “Another reason to interpret history is to remember. To remember not only the happy stories of our past, but also the tragic ones”. The textbook goes on to mention historic conflicts and events, but I want to relate this to work safety and OSHA.

There is a common saying in the workforce especially centered around manual labour and heavy equipment: “All safety regulations are written in blood”. This saying wants to drive home the message that all work safety regulations and rules that workers find annoying only exist due to a worker in the past getting seriously hurt by a workplace incident causing preventative measures to be made afterwards. While working daily, it is important to follow safety regulations and rules as YOU might be the next OSHA case that rules are written about to prevent serious injury.

By observing the preventative rules, watching recreated incident videos, and reading case files, a working can paint a picture and gain knowledge of the incident that happened in the past that they can prevent now. This is in my opinion exactly what Edward Hyams was talking about in his quote but in a different circumstance compared to my interpretation.

As someone who has worked in many different warehouses and distribution centers, I am fairly comfortable working around loud heavy machinery and forklifts moving around with their horns blaring. Safety is always important in warehouses as the employers do not want to get sued however, safety incidents still occur. One of the biggest safety rules is always wearing high-visibility clothing in the facility so people operating heavy machinery can notice the employee easily. However, all employees are given the same high-visibility clothing so after a period of time, employees unconsciously start tuning out the high-visibility clothing as they become used to them. This is why the saying “All safety regulations are written in blood” resonates with me, as I believe high visibility acclimatization is going to lead to an incident that will create a new OSHA law sooner rather than later.

[biteytiefling]

Heart full of stars chapter one

As Elise Blackmore woke up to the sound of her alarm telling her of all the things she had to do to day. The top of the list was a request from Corey to help repair some of the things in the haunted house that his son Oliver ran and while it is quite unusual for a 10-year-old to be running a haunted house, the fact that it was almost entirely automated, and could be controlled from a control room in the direct center meant that even a five-year-old could do it let alone a 10-year-old with a pension for mischief and a love of scaring people. The reason for the repair was listed as one of the moving walls got stuck along with the fact that some of the decorations needed a new coat of paint.  When Elise got to the haunted house, Oliver was just coming out of the building. He waved to Elise and said I’m going to go looking for that meteorite that crashed down this morning and just like that, he was running off into the jungle. Shortly thereafter, Oliver‘s father Corey ivailo was guiding Elise through the haunted house to the sliding wall that was stuck halfway through its motion. The power to the wall had already been cut, which meant it should have slid back into with the wall in which it was housed, when hiding as part of fire safety after all, despite this haunted house being one of the attractions, it was also used as an actual hotel even if by special appointment only by ghost film Crew and the occasional engineering school that wanted to study the mechanisms used 

Oliver waved to Elise and told her that he was going to be looking for the meteorite that had crashed down on their island, while his dad and Elise were fixing up the current stuck wall  and he had already told Luna that he was going to be going out and looking for the meteorite. He had packed a sandwich and some water, and ran down off into the jungle about an hour later into his walk, he saw a blue glow, and getting closer he saw metal and the ruined trail of the meteorite but instead of a rock, it was metal carved with lines of blue light and then he realized it was a spaceship walking around it. He got to the bridge and saw that there. Was someone still inside of it a big someone, but they didn’t look awake and they looked hurt . Oliver knew that he couldn’t get the 7 foot person back on his own so he called his dad and Elise, Luna, and granny opal after all his dad and Elise would be able to get the forklift if nothing else to help move this guy and granny opal as the island doctor would want to take a look at this guy. If he is actually injured and even if granny Opal was fierce in her own way, Luna as head of security would need to be told anyway.

 Storm heard a voice it sounded like a little kid. He had just enough strength to lift his head and open his eyes to look there. He saw a really small person and it sounded like they were talking to someone, but there wasn’t anyone there he figured that the kid must’ve had a communication device of some sort, but just as he thought that he blacked out again and when he woke up, he heard more voices He realized that he was on something soft, and he was laying down. When he tried to get up the voices stopped And he managed to open his eyes, and even though the lights were really bright, and they hurt, he still managed to see a little And what he saw was five people all of them smaller than him And from what he could hear through the translator was that he was being urged to lay back down by a small, elderly woman with curly brown hair that was starting to gray from one of the others the girl with long white hair and space buns with icy blue and yellow eyes said granny don’t get too close to them. We don’t know if they’re dangerous or not the elderly woman apparently named granny turned to the girl and said now Luna Skinner, this boy is hurt. He looks like he’ll fall back into unconsciousness if he sits up too fast. Storm processed the girls name Luna. He thought it was beautiful. And that was about the last thought he had before falling back unconscious. 

[deada55]

"Mandy's Intro" from Being There

for kloktober day 9: inspired by Dethalbum IV ("Mutilation on a Saturday Night"

This is a WIP for a future chapter of this fic, where we figure out how Nathan made his way out of his parents' house to start his life as a struggling gig musician with whale ESP.

tws: puke mention, nausea

Harry's house stayed a hotbed for parties since his mom's sister had this horrible accident that melted her hands off (something about the cleaning chemicals at the bar where she worked and the deep fryer.) His mom and dad went to Leesburg every other weekend to take care of her and her six or seven kids, leaving Harry’s house empty and free for raging in twice a month. Today, he'd gotten someone to bring their subwoofers, and someone else brought a keg, so everyone in their high school who went out and half of the neighboring counties’ stock of underage drunk dudes came out to play beer pong and shout over each other.

When Nathan had gotten there, most of the team was standing around the kitchen island trying to gather up people for shots, but Chris saw him first and pulled him over for a "shot" that was a double or a triple of white rum in a solo cup with some girl’s lip gloss on the rim. And he wasn't a pussy. He took it with them, played a couple games, made a couple shots, and returned to the "bar" to empty out a bag of ruffles. Hopefully, it sat better than dinner had, but he'd had this migraine for a day, and it wasn't going anywhere.

The noise in the room made it feel better in a weird way: he had something else to think about, even though the little party strobe light in the corner with the princess stickers on it was painfully blue in his peripheral vision.

He overheard a conversation between Brendan and Brandon, who'd played on the team with him all four years: Christ got into Alabama on a scholarsip. Just when he'd turned to go stand against a different wall, he got roped into a conversation about greek life that was more about looking at the person who was talking than trying to understand anything of what he said. Jack was probably just full of shit anyway. He liked to impress people like that from time to time, even though it was his cousin who was going to college in South Carolina, and it was him who fucked his ankle up practicing some of the sorriest, limpest field goals ever attempted. He might be right, but he might not be, and that's how it went half the time with Jack.

He turned to Nathan and hooted. "Me, I'm applying in the spring. Hey, what are you gonna do when you graduate, huh? Get a job?"

"Yeah." Not really. Waiting tables relied on your memory. Driving a forklift at the factory wasn’t safe when he still had migraines bad enough to make you see stars out of nowhere. He didn't really want to work for his own dad after all, but if it really got down to the wire, he could. Maybe. Until he ran him over with a forklift or something. Then he’d be shit out of luck and a dad.

He'd been in a couple bands since Junior year, and he could try and do gig work, but that wasn't a way he could support himself alone, was it? Even fast food sounded like a bad idea. Jobs worked like credit scores, right? The more that kick you out, the less likely you are to get one, right?

High school felt like one big fix. By the time he stopped worrying about puberty making him a funhouse-mirror version of a man, with gangly arms and bad skin– By the time he was adult enough to accept it, he was dreading "growing up." Every May, every "last" football game, every birthday was just taking him closer and closer to not knowing how to answer everyone’s questions about what he’d grow up to be.

And now that he'd ended up ruining their chances at states by getting a concussion just when they had the game in the bag, he felt too sorry for all his teammates to hope that they'd forgotten what he did. Even if they acted nice enough tp his face, what did they think then? Huh!

Every morning, he woke up in his room while everyone else was in class and laid there to keep the pain in the very middle of his face as plain pain, not whatever the doctors called "an aura", or the reflex to puke hard enough to burst blood vessels in your eyes, not like getting drunk or eating shit at Epcot all day and letting that shit go on Abraham Lincoln or whoever. What kind of fucking life was that? Going to school was his only job, and he sucked at it.

It would end someday, someday soon. Right?

He drifted off to another wall, the one by the staircase, and a girl with two french braids stood too close to him on his left. On her tiptoes, she tried to bring herself closer to his ear.

"You're Nathan, right?"

"Yeah."

"I hear you give pretty good head."

"Yeah?"

He kept his face still. Rolling his eyes at her wouldn't do much of anything, and on second look, he was pretty sure she was a softballer from Enceeiyesse High School, and with biceps like that she should be pitching. Not all the pitchers were lesbians–

"What about it?"

"Uh... Me too." She stood back and made a little pose with her shoulder pressed to the wallpaper, bending over the chair rail. Her bright white makeup set off her eyes, glowing in the dark like a dog's. A cute dog. She had pretty, round, light brown eyes that she flickered from his belt up, doing a couple complete scans while she flicked her braid over her shoulder and pretended to look for her friends.

He leaned down closer to her ear to see how serious she was.

"Wanna fuck?"

"You got a condom?"

Usually he’d lie, but Romy already got that volleyball girl pregnant… and by now she’d be due in April. Something like that. The fear was renewed among all the football players.

"Yeah." And he did always keep ‘em, throwing out the old ones from his wallet the minute the package looked rubbed.

Her arms wrapped around his waist, closing the couple inches between them, and that's how he ended up on Harry's parents’ bed with this girl, so nauseous he could taste it, he could fucking taste it no matter how hot she was or how she mewled when he touched her and how soft the inside of her mouth was on his thumb. While she brushed her lips over his, every single memory around how to be a person scrambled to assemble into a coherent whole…

[martsonmars]

I dunno why this is in my head but: Mordelia asks Simon to walk her down the aisle.

There is way more Snowbaz than I planned, but it's probably the reason why it's not as sad as I thought it would be when I started writing. Enjoy! CW for some grief.

Read below or on AO3.

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ii.

“You're here, finally. Isn't the best man supposed to handle this part?” Simon asks, closing the door behind him and wiping imaginary sweat off his brow. He lifts up the torn veil in his left hand, waves it around, and throws the half empty box of tissues at Baz's chest. For emphasis. They watch it bounce off and hit the floor with a sad noise.

“Shall I remind you she also has a best woman, Snow?” Baz huffs, pulling out his handkerchief (from the set monogrammed with his new initials, Simon's gift for their fifth wedding anniversary) to erase any trace of actual sweat from his face. “Trust my sister to put together a bloody squad of best people and bridespeople and yet we need even more help to fix this disaster of a wedding.”

Simon smiles, taking Baz's hand from where it's threatening to destroy four hours of hairstyling and bringing it to his lips. “It's not a disaster, babe.” He kisses Baz's knuckles, softly. “You've outdone yourself. I'm almost jealous our wedding wasn't so... fancy.”

Fancy is the wrong world to describe the way Baz managed to blend traditions and a good amount of Marriage-Is-A-Patriarchal-Institution-Fuck-The-System vibes in a seemingly effortless display of classy punkness, but they're not here to fight over vocabulary. (Though maybe it would help Baz relax.) (They always have the best sex after playing Scrabble to the death.)

And he definitely isn't jealous. He could never. Baz knows.

“This is just how weddings go when you're on this side trying to make things run smoothly,” he adds. “I've been here before.” He drops the veil to take Baz's other hand, standing on his tiptoes to press a kiss between his eyebrows. He can feel the frown melt away just a little.

It's sweet, how much Baz is putting into this day, but Simon wishes he could take a breath and see that he's doing great, and that he's not alone in this. (Mordelia did put together an impressive bride's team.)

“I don't think you had to fight with two horses and two elderly women who might or might not be royalty at Nora's wedding, though,” Baz sniffles, and Simon grins. He was waiting for Baz to spill the tea about what had kept him occupied for half an hour, right in the middle of Bride Crisis Level 10.

“Nothing posh for Nora, but we struggled a bit to rent a forklift on such short notice for the reception.” Simon runs his hands down Baz's chest, smoothing the wrinkles on his shirt. He ditched waistcoat and jacket hours ago, before descending into battle as Head Best Person and Wedding Planner Extraordinaire, and the shirt is starting to pay the price. “And Will did have a Duchess on their guest list. I've seen it all.”

Sometimes Simon thinks they're lucky that Penny basically eloped and didn't need anyone's help to tie the knot, but it makes this the first wedding Baz has been deeply involved with (except for his own), and the stakes are high. He's too much of a perfectionist, and this is his little sister. Simon's surprised he hasn't had a nervous breakdown yet.

“Leave the horses and the ancient ladies to someone else.” Simon kisses Baz's forehead again and points to the door. “I think you should be there with her. Especially because I have to practice walking.”

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i.

“Simon,” Mordelia slurs, trying to get up from the sofa and failing, her body swallowed by the cushions once again. “I need you to be my Dad.”

Simon stops gathering the empty bottles and stares at her, struggling to figure out how much of that sentence is Mordelia's consciousness, how much is the alcohol speaking, and how much is Simon's hearing playing dirty tricks. 37 is too young to be old and deaf, right? Not that you need to be old to have hearing problems, but does he look old? Does he look like someone who could have a 26-year-old daughter?

Christ. He's just recovered from his quarter life crisis, he isn't ready for the next one. Fuck.

Even in her intoxicated state, Mordelia seems to notice Simon's distress and find it funny, because she snorts and pats the sofa next to her until he sits down.

It takes her ages to speak up again, and when she does Simon's sure his ears have stopped working for real.

“I'm getting married.”

His eyes shoot to her empty ring finger, and Mordelia snorts again.

“Duh, of course I proposed.” She fights with the too-soft cushions to sit up, fold her legs and lean with her side against the backrest, facing Simon. He hasn't been able to open his mouth yet. He can't believe he's been stunned into silence. “Aster is getting me a ring, too, but I beat them to it, so.” She wiggles her fingers in front of his face, and he pushes them away to pull her into a hug.

“Fuck, Mordy,” he says. He clears his throat. “I'm so happy for you. And proud.” Simon remembers every single moment of the day he proposed, even though it's been more than six years. It's not for the weak of heart, not even when you're almost absolutely certain you will get a three letter answer.

She frees herself from his arms and beams at him. “You're the first of the family to know. I want to tell Mum and my siblings in person, but no one's ever around when I need them.” She crosses her arms over her chest. The resemblance to Baz is uncanny when she pouts. “Baz's back from his school trip tomorrow, right? You should come for dinner. I want to ask him to be my best man.” Simon nods, smiling. He had quite different plans to welcome his husband home after five days apart, but he'll survive.

Mordelia's grin comes back for a second, then it's gone again. She suddenly looks completely sober, and the mood shift makes Simon sit up straighter.

“But I didn't invite you today because you were my only option. I really want you to...” She sighs, hiding her face behind a hand. “You know, I was so sure I'd never get married, years ago. Or that I'd marry a girl and he wouldn't approve and I'd be alone on my wedding day. But then he told you...”

She trails off, but she doesn't need to add anything else. After all, Simon's the one who told her about Malcolm Grimm giving him his blessing to marry Baz.“Take care of my son,” he said. “I wish I could see you two get married.”

Simon regrets not proposing sooner, sometimes, but he doesn't regret doing it when he knew they were ready for it. And they couldn't have known...

He rests his hand palm up on his thigh, and she takes it.

“And now I'm getting married, and I know he wouldn't hate me for not marrying a man, though I'm not marrying a woman either, and who knows what he would've said about it.” She laughs, but it comes out as a choked sob. “And, well, he's not here.”

Simon squeezes her hand. She's like Baz, when they talk about this kind of feelings. They need grounding touches and no meaningless words, even though Simon would mean all of them.

“And I know it's stupid, but even when I hated the idea of marriage I always imagined myself in a long white dress, with my father at my side, being proud of me.” She wipes her eyes with her sleeve, and when she looks back at Simon there's something fierce in her expression. “I want—I want—I would be really grateful if you walked me down the aisle, Simon. You and Baz are the most functioning adults in my life, which is honestly worrying, and I thought I'd pick the one least likely to start sobbing and make me trip on my dress.”

Simon laughs. It doesn't come out like a choked sob, but almost. “You clearly overestimate me,” he says, and she playfully slap his head.

“Shut up,” she grins, but her eyes are still serious. “So, will you do it?”

“Of course, Mordy. I'd be honoured to be your Dad.”

She groans into a pillow. “I know I started it, but please, stop.”

“Never, kiddo.”

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iv.

“No horses and no duchesses were harmed in the making of this wedding? I'm so proud of you, babe.”

“I'm much more impressed by you remembering not to introduce yourself as the father of the bride, honestly.”

“Rude. I'm too young for my kids to get married.”

“Not too young for kids, though.”

“Nope. Just perfectly old for kids.”

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iii.

“He'd be proud of you, you know?”

“Shut up. You can't make me cry before we even step outside.”

“I'm just fulfilling my father duties.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Fuck, the music. I am proud of your choice, but I'm still offended we're not walking to Never Gonna Give—Ouch, are you wearing platform boots?”

“Of course. A bride always needs a weapon.”

“Come on. Let's go before I start crying.”

“Sophie bet me a tenner that you'd cry before Baz.”

“Big mistake you made, my young Padawan.”

[dovahkiin796]

This isn’t a detailed breakdown of the trailer as a whole. Just a few points I found interesting.

The start of the trailer shows us the character we will be playing as, Cassie, jumping through a hole in the large window above the front entrance of the Pizzaplex. And by the looks of it will be daytime. Makes sense for a child to come to the abandon location instead of during the dead of night. It’s interesting to see the windows are covered with newspapers. I wonder why that’s the case instead of boarding them up.

We get to see more of the ruined state the main lobby is in. Someone has spray painted the walls with graffiti and given their color. It’s related to Glitchtrap. Very likely Vanny is the one who did it. Though from the forklift we can see, Fazbear Entertainment did try to fix up the place. Or at least haul things out of it.

Now. This has been getting the attention of the fandom. Sun and Moon either merging together or are both in control of the body at the same time. Sun and Moon became super popular in the Fnaf fandom. To the point where they get Daycare AUs that have nothing to do with the Pizzaplex as a whole. I actually found an AU where Sun and Moon are knights in a medieval setting. Not kidding X3

So, seeing them back in this kind of state is no doubt having people think the Eclipse theory is coming true. I do wonder if they’ll be friend or foe?

Who the hell are you?!?! Tell me your secrets!

[zen-unknown]

Is zen forklift certified?

No 😞

But I do use something else at work actually, it's like a forklift but bigger, and it lifts people instead, tho we use it for large boxes too. It's how we fix lights and stuff in the store too

This is a picture I took from the second floor, on the ground level there's a motor and controls to drive it around on the other side of the yellow part

Ik the question was probably meant as a joke but how could I resist showing off the heavy machinery I get to operate lol

[sothera]

"Hi, Hi, Hi, Hey..."

"I got the Honda!™"

"Chevy™ here..."

"Audi™..."

"I saw Crenshaw zoom outta here like a bat outta Hell, he give ya trouble?, Oh yeah, Ford™."

"I was going to fix the plate, but you must've got it, Ryder, how'd you..." Bid asked.

"I had a little help..." Ryder answered.

"More'n a little; that car's low-slung, what'd you do, use a bunch of jacks?" Bid asked, as the rest of the guys went back to start the day or eat.

"Uh, well, (I had a half-demon kid that could probably deadlift this building hold the car up while I tightened the plate back) I decided to take it to one of the other garages and tighten it there, then drove it back." Ryder said, looking down.

"Oh..." Bid said, looking at him, "well, uh, I guess I'm open, unless David over-pushed one of his mowers again." Bid said.

"No, not yet, but I'm sure something will come up..." Ryder began... and it did, just not what he'd expected.

Soth was actually singing...well...and using an old Disney™ melody...

🎵Stand TALL, stand Tall, and hope yer pants don't fall, (whistling), and if they do please don't turn blue... 🎵

He stopped when he saw Ryder...

And the young man standing next to him...

"Hi, Ryder, Sir?, I thought I'd just trot these up to you." Soth said, smiling.

"That's thoughtful of you, Soth, just put them down there, carefully, okay?" Ryder asked, hoping Bid wouldn't say anything.

"Okay, there we go, safe as houses." Soth said, happily.

"Hey, Bid, do you think you could forklift this back?" Ryder asked

"Sure..." Bid said, staring at the young man in front of him...a boy, really, but...

"Name's Bidzill... Bidzill Nez..." Bid said, holding a hand out... mostly because he wanted to sense...(power, raw, intense, vast, physical power) No wonder he could lift all that stuff...did he just bow his head to me...what is this, 1912?

"My name's Soth... Sothera Vidar..." Soth said, taking Bid's hand...(strength, bravery, sorrow, a little anger...and amazement).

Soth realized what he'd done too late; Rodney's reaction should've told him...

Soth realized something else, something about Bid...

"You're of the Tribes, aren't you?" Soth asked.

"I'm of Navajo descent, yes." Bid answered, surprised.

"Perhaps we could talk some time?" Soth asked, almost pleading.

"Sure...?" Bid answered.

"Another time, maybe, I should get you home, David may be worried." Ryder said, staring hard at Soth.

Soth immediately turned red and looked down at his feet, "Yes, Ryder..." was all he said.

"I'll go get the car, Soth, buddy..." Ryder said.

Soth looked up, immediately relieved as he saw Ryder wink at him...

"I'll follow behind..." Soth said, "Best of the Dawn to you, Bidzill, may your Full-day be free of incident."

"You too, Sothera..." Bid said to Soth's rapidly retreating back.

"What did I just witness?" Bid said....

[very-gay-alkyrion]

Yeah, being the excavator pilot would be awesome.

At work (I work for a major car manufacturer) we have one size dedicated to reducing all the prototypes to cubes, and it's very impressive.

Before it gets to the excavator, all the fluids are drained, airbags detonated, and EVs have their batteries removed.

Let me now set the scene for you: We're behind a lexane sheet and steel grid on a podium. Below us is an excavator in a battlebots-like arena.

A luxury car, worth six digits in its base configuration is brought in by a forklift, like a patient being wheeled into an OR. The excavator fixes it in place with two clamps like a praying mantis, and carefully opens the hood.

Then, under the sound of bolts shearing, cables ripping, and the constant drone of an ever-hungry hydraulic pump, this behemoth removes engine and transmission with the grace of a gourmet that is removing the tail off a shrimp.

Then, it switches to the shears, and carefully cuts the A-pillars, and folds up the roof as if it were opening a can of sardines. It switches back to the fine grippers, and rips out all the interior, followed by the big cable harness like it was gutting an animal.

After all of that is done, it picks up the chassis and places in what looks like a shipping container that's open on the top.

But alas, it is not a shipping container, one realizes, as the hum of hydraulic pumps suddenly starts to swell up, and the walls fold in over the empty husk of a car. After the screaming pumps die back down, the chassis is no more.

Barely five minutes have passed since the car was brought in. In these five minutes, a six meter, 2½ ton car has been reduced to a big strand of wires, an engine and transmission that were brutally removed from where they were mounted, and a cube. A cube that once was a luxury limousine.

All done as meticulous and efficient as necessary.

[kritz0]

Hello,

My name is Krit.

Last year, my husband was hit in the head by a forklift at work.

He has since been seen by many doctors and specialists and received treatment. This treatment did not improve his brain injury symptoms. He just finished an 8-week program for brain injury in Edmonton. We haven't seen many improvements. We've actually seen a decline in his health.

He does not receive a lot from Workers Comp. I haven't been able to work much, as I have to attend most of his appointments because his memory is completely gone.

We have struggled to make it by, but we are at a point where we are very far behind on our bills. I've had our utility companies threaten us many times to cut us off. Rent is the only thing I've been able to consistently pay, as we don't have anywhere else to go.

I myself was hit by an SUV last year July as a pedestrian and have been dealing with the fallout from that. I was still at this point in grieving from my father passing in April.

Our combined medications and treatments equal to a lot. I personally haven't been to my physiotherapist in almost two and a half months, which has essentially led to many painful days and nights, and I have regressed in all my progress from those treatments. The woman's insurance, the one who hit me with her SUV, has been refusing to pay for my treatments, as he believes I should just be all better now. He wants to send me to his own privately funded doctor to say I'm all better, and he can officially cut off all support. I have gotten my lawyer involved.

We've also had other set backs, in February, my SUV needed a new engine, which took 2 months before it was installed due to financial issues.

I drive for work. There's a lot of money that goes into gas and maintenance. Driving also exasperates my injuries, but we have no options right now. I've been with my job for 8+ years and haven't received any follow-up from the hundreds and hundreds of jobs I've applied to within the whole province of Alberta.

I am really at a place where I can't ask people in my life for help anymore, as I've asked for help many times over the last year to help pay off minimums for our utilities, my car payments and rent.

Both my husband and I are dealing with a lot. Our whole lives were changed when he sustained his brain injury. This last year and a half has not been very good to us. If you could help us out, it would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you.

****Update****

My vehicle has now started to make a noise that I suspect is my timing chain. In the new engine I just had replaced THIS YEAR.

I drive for my job, all over Alberta. I really need a working vehicle, my little car needs a new transmission, it drives, but will stop working randomly. When it stops running, I have to go in the shoulder and restart the car. I can't do that with client in the car, I would lose my job for not having a reliable vehicle.

The sounds my vehicle was making:

https://youtube.com/shorts/4hSvpdehhlY?si=FsaNVh31ArEcjUss

https://youtu.be/nNArKhOAbcc?si=tCmWcvVw_7cuCSaA

***UPDATE as of September 16/2024**

I have added many pictures of bills owed and the final total of my vehicles repairs, that have already been done to fix my vehicle.

**Update: Sept. 29, 2024**

There were issues with the brake also, the brakes I also had replaced ***this year in February***. I guess I didn't explain it well on the past post, but my bearing on my back passenger tire seized. So I went in for repairs and they claimed I needed, new brakes completely. Brake pads, drums and rotors. Just all on both sides. So I said okay, go ahead. I have posted the invoice previously. However. According to the Nissan Dealership, this doesn't appear to be the case, unless these brakes were installed so horribly, that they have put on 5 years of wear in five months. Which isn't possible.

My husband's condition is worsening, he is unable to remember within minutes now. He'll be talking about something and forget what it is he is talking about mid sentence and then ask me what he was talking about. He is having a hard time with noise and light. My mom bought him noise cancelling headphones and polarized sunglasses that fit over his eyes. We don't know what to do from here, the doctor has prescribed some new medications, that I don't believe I can mention here, but they are also expensive for small amounts. We are working on pain management now solely. The meds they kept prescribing him for headaches were mainly ones used for other things like depression or epilepsy. They caused very abrupt and obvious changes in his moods, his tiredness throughout the day and many other after effects.

I also am not able to pay rent for the first time in a long time, due to my paycheque being very small, directly because my vehicle was in the shop for so long this September. Direct energy has sent a letter now that they will cut off my services on Oct. 2nd. The city called about my water bill this previous week, she said they will start the disconnection process at the end of September.

I'm really in a bad place and I hope someone out there can help me.

My GoFundMe Link:

https://gofund.me/9d4e74ee