#heh..420 notes..

[ysolt]

also 420 notes on the rpg set, heh

[hawksugarbaby]

THINGS THAT FUCK ME UP ABOUT VARIOUS SOULMATE AU's

Seeing colour for the first time

Do you go back to black and white when they die

Or are the colours just desaturated and dead

Imagine finally seeing colour only to be colourblind

Aromantics who literally only see the world in black and white

Guessing what colours things are with your friend who already found theirs

Polyamorous sims who see a new colour with each partner

Red string of fate

Your string getting tangled with a bunch of other strings and theres a huge knot in the middle

Trying to go somewhere and getting tugged back because your s.o is going somewhere else and Vice Versa

Never forgetting stuff cause of the red "ribbon" on your finger.

Pulling your string when you want attention from a partner close to uou

Pulling your string in morse code

Polyamorous people having multiple strings

You feel the pain your soulmate feels

Having a S.O with really high pain tolerance and doesn't really understand how much it hurts until their S.O explains it

People who like getting tattoos and piercings and your S.O just feels pain randomly and plays like dot to dot trying to figure out what your getting

Military soulmate who gets severely injured and the first time you feel it you think your dying

TW// Self harm significant other who hits, burns or cuts themselves and you just feel guilty cause you feel their physical pain but not your mental

Soulmate who has chronic pain and your back just always hurts or your constantly getting migraines.

Hearing your soulmate singing in your head

Single mother soulmate who's constantly singing baby shark

Making songs to have a regular conversation

The louder it gets the closer you are

Your soulmate not even being a hood singer but its comforting hearing them

Mute people who never sing

Deaf people who never hear them sing

Writing on you appears on your soulmate

Just drawing dicks to make them laugh

Giving them test answers

Trying out pick up lines on their arm

Writing down notes on your arm so you don't forget and by the time you meet, your soulmate knows your regular groceries, starbucks order, your Mcdonalds order etc

Writing page numbers on your arm and when you forget your solmate reminds you

Artist soulmate drawing tattoo designs on you to get later and you have matching tattoos

First words they say to you are tattooed on

Straight up having "FUCK"

Having a really common phrase like "can I borrow a pen" but like literally 15 people can ask for a pen

Again being deaf and having no clue

Hearing your soulmate in a crowd and your desperately looking for the person who said "FUCK OFF JEREMY" but there's too many people

Vines. Just "an avocado... thanks!" On your arm forever

Your soulmate soeaks another language so you google translate whats on your arm and its essentially "cock sucker"

Also learning that language

Clock on your arm counting down

One day it starts counting up??

Aro's who's clocks never tick

Polyamorous people with multiple clocks, maybe a whole forearm sometimes

Breaking your clock by accident

When it hits 525600 minutes theatre nerds sing seasons of love enthusiastically

Getting 420 or 69 and going "heh, nice"

People finding out they're going to live really fucking long cause they have huge numbers on their clocks

Scars or where they first touch you

Having a handprint on your face cause you get slapped for something

For guys, being confused because theres a shape down their, only to realise its cause your gonna get kicked in the balls when your meat your soulmate

TW// Self harm having really light fingerprint touches on your selfharm scars because when they first touch you their comforting you about them

Having a scar on your foot, you become a chef, you accidentally get a knife dropped into your foot and you Don’t know if you should be furious or glad

Yeah soulmate Au's make me lose my mind

[the-local-oddity]

Familiar Beat

Ortensia is awoken late in the night, only to hear a strange thump. Oswald doesn’t seem to hear it, and continues sleeping. When she investigates, she discovers something amazing.

It was so late at night. All of Wasteland was completely, and soundly, asleep. Even their kindly rulers, Oswald and Ortensia.

Well, Ortensia was almost asleep. She had been woken by the sound of one of the children crying, and when one child starts crying, all 420 children start crying not too long after. The poor cat had rushed out of bed to soothe the child before the storm of tears hit them.

Now she was dragging herself back into bed. She yawned and stretched, her eyes landing on her dear husband, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. He was such a sound sleeper, barely ever woken in the night, completely still, always calm.

That's why tonight was so off.

First, the little one crying about some nightmare she had, and now Oswald. He just kept shifting uncomfortably around in his sleep, his hands were resting over his chest. He kicked and turned, his face twisting. He soon rolled over to face her, as if he knew he’d be safer if he was closer to her.

Her ears folded back in worry as she watched him for only a few seconds more. Ortensia then leaned down to him, resting one hand in his head, and moving his hands away from his chest, allowing her to lay her ear down on him. She was hoping the feeling of her being near him would bring him comfort, but she found something else instead.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

A pounding in his chest, one that was unfamiliar to her now, but had once been calming and normal. She curled closer, her hands now covering the giant smile on her face. Ortensia listening to the thumping, beating, in his chest. She almost didn’t believe what she heard.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Tears formed in her eyes and dripped down onto him. So couldn’t stifle small giggles as she listened to the beating. Oswald had already been struggling to sleep, so Ortensia's silent cries quickly woke him. 

"Hhhuh…?" He murmured, quickly wrapping an arm around her, "What's going on..?"

"Ozzie!!" She could barely contain her joy, "You-! It's your-! The-!!" Her bubbly excitement woke Oswald fully, the two were now sitting up completely and facing each other, she pointed at him a few times.  Her own excitement interrupting her words

"What is it? Am I okay?" Oswald asked her in a panic.

"You're perfectly okay!" Ortensia pushed Oswald's hands onto his chest, "Listen! Feel!" She was barely getting her words out.

Oswald went dead silent, that feeling of warmth. The beating. He hadn't felt it since he was first created, first loved. His smile grew and grew the more he listened. His ears dropped down behind his back.

"They…. They remember me!" He choked out a laugh, "And.. And they love me…?" Tears were dripping down his face. The rabbit pulled Ortensia close, hugging her tightly and listening for her own heartbeat. "They haven't forgotten you either…" he squeezed her so tightly, and she squeezed back.

When they finally separated, Oswald was far too excited to go back to sleep, "But I don't understand, " he was hopping all around the room, while Ortensia watched from the bed, "what changed? We haven't performed in actual years! Everything we were in is all old and boring!"

"Well…" She tapped her chin, "There is that dear Mouse friend of ours…"

"Mickey!" Oswald leaped onto the bed, almost making Ortensia fall off, (he was quick enough to catch her), "You think he had something to do with this?"

"I wouldn't be surprised, he loves you an awful lot, hunny bunny." She giggled, "He musta done something to remind everybody over there all about us!"

"Then I better repay the favor!" The excited rabbit leaped off the bed and to the door.

"Where are you going?" Ortensia asked worriedly.

"I'm gonna find Gus and the Doc!" He called as he raced down the hall. Ortensia didn't stop him, but she did take a moment to note the time.

2 am.

"Oh, dear…"

Oh, dear indeed. Neither person had been expecting to be forcefully awoken by Wasteland's Lucky Leader and dragged out of bed. Now the Mad Doctor and Gremlin Gus watched tiredly and blankly as Oswald explained what was going on. For once, the two were on the same page, and that page was "I'd like to go back to sleep now."

"Do you get what I'm saying?" Oswald finally ended his exasperated plea.

"You want to visit Mickey…. In his own world?" He sighed, rubbing his temple.

The sun was now starting to rise.

"Is that all?" Doc was resting his head in his hands.

"Yes! Don't you see this is important!" Oswald groaned, annoyed at how un-excited the two were.

Doc and Gus gave each other a look, then looked back at Oswald, only showing their confusion.

"Oswald, you can't visit Mickey. You don't have a heart." Doc explained plainly, he honestly expected Oswald to know this by now.

"Oh uh…" Oswald then realized something, and he laughed sheepishly, "Did I forget to mention that part…?"

Now they were interested.

"You've gotten a heart?" Gus gasped.

"Yup! It's my very own! Can you believe it? People out there actually love me!" He was still so giddy with excitement, "Now do you see why it's so important?"

They both nodded, they were fully invested in helping Oswald with his task now.

Great! Then let's get to work! Right now!" The rabbit snapped his fingers, and the three rushed off to begin planning.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a lazy, gorgeous, Saturday morning in Toon Town.

Mickey Mouse still snoozed peacefully in bed, the sunlight broke through the window, warming his face. But he decided to not wake up. In fact, he planned on staying in bed most of the day.

Unfortunately for him, pets don't really like it when their owners don't get up to play with them, especially dogs. Before the Mouse knew it, he was tossed out of bed and onto the hard ground below.

"Good morning, Pluto…" he grumbled angrily, he couldn't stay mad for long as he was quickly covered in puppy kisses.

He got to his usual morning routine, brushing his teeth, feeding Pluto, getting his own breakfast, then turning on the TV. Today he was happily surprised by the special that was playing on that morning.

"Oswald The Lucky Rabbit Classics" The announcer read joyfully, and she and her co-host went on to discuss the history behind Oswald's films.

Mickey smiled warmly at the sight of his brother on TV, although he:d already watched all the films, he really didn't want to change the channel. Thanks to the sound of the TV, Mickey didn't hear the chatter outside his front door, and he hadn't noticed Pluto sitting up in anticipation for the door to be opened.

"Mickey!" A kindly voice called out to him, as the front door was finally pushed open, Pluto rushing from his spot to greet the guests.

"In the living room, Minnie!" Mickey said as he stood up, he wasn't expecting any company today, but he never minded a surprise visit.

"Oh, Mickey you wouldn't believe who I met on my way over!" Minnie said as she came walking in, "You wouldn't believe my surprise, it was so early in the morning, I almost thought I was still dreaming!"

"Really?" They had moved into the kitchen, as Mickey went to put his dishes away, "Musta been someone really important then…" he hummed.

"Oh, yes! He really is!" Minnie giggled. Mickey could hear the sound of shuffling, then someone getting pushed forward, towards him.

He looked up, not expecting much, but he almost screamed with excitement when he saw this special guest.

"Oswald!" Mickey shouted with joy.

"Mickey!" Oswald responded with the same amount of joy.

The brother rushed into each other's arms, hugging and laughing. Minnie pat Pluto's head softly, as she watched the sweet reunion.

Oswald's ears flicked, as the sound of the TV came to his brain, his own voice filling his head.

"Ortensia was right, " he stared in the TV's direction, "you did have a hand in this, didn't you?"

Mickey smirked proudly, "Guilty as charged!"

Oswald looked at him, at Mickey. He had once hated everything about that silly Mouse, he'd wished that Mickey would end up just as unloved and forgotten as he did. Even after the pair had made up, there was still that small bit of jealousy that still ate at Oswald. But as he stared at the Mouse now, he could feel all of that wash away.

"Y'know…" the rabbit kicked at the ground a little bit, "I don't think I ever actually apologized for the way I acted when I first met you."

"Oswald you don't-" Mickey tried to say something, but Oswald cut him off.

He grabbed Mickey in a side hug, and gave him a rough nuggy, "Heh! You're probably the best little brother I could have asked for, Mick."

Mickey laughed as he pushed Oswald off, "Are you sure you're not the little brother?" He said as he stood up straight, he was still taller then Oswald.

"I can stop liking you again. Is that what you want?" Oswald's tone had turned a deathly grim, which would normally be scary, but due to the sudden nature of it, it only sent Mickey into a laughing fit and that sent Oswald into one as well.

Minnie shook her head happily at the two, they were an odd pair. But they were good brothers.

[zodiyack]

Mamma Patrick Says Yes

Pairing: Patrick x FTM!reader

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references

Note: If anyone gets the reference in the tittle- I love you. For those who don’t- When Sam asks Patrick if she can do “the tunnel thing” in the tunnel to Heroes, he says, “Mamma Patrick says no” so ye

Also- kind of short, so sorry! (Word count: 420)

Masterlist

It wasn’t new to Patrick, the LGBT community. He was gay after all..but seeing the guy he fell in love with naked? And figuring out now that he...well didn’t have a dick? That’s new. Y/n didn’t mean to surprise Patrick, he thought he knew in all honesty. 

“So um...” Patrick didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to embarrass Y/n, but he also didn’t want them to sit in awkward silence. They’d been dating for two years now..it shouldn’t be this hard. Okay I walked into that one-

Thinking back, Pat really should’ve seen the signs. Y/n was not a new student, but showed up in the third year of middle school. Y/n also preferred finding bathrooms and other stuff on his own. Now that he thought about it, Y/n had a squeaky voice at first.

"Hi! I’m Patrick, I see you know Sam?” The dark haired boy was eager to meet his little sister’s friend. After all, it was a boy, so there was no telling what could happen.

“I’m Y/n.. And yes heh, I’ve known her for a while. Has she told you about me?”

That was weird, Patrick knew almost all of Sam’s friends. And the ones he didn’t know, she told him about. Maybe this one Sam just remembered?

“I don’t think so. Probably.” Another thing on Patrick’s mind was the high pitched voice coming from Y/n. It sounded rather feminine... That or Patrick was high out of his mind and everyone was gayer than normal so they spoke extra higher than normal. “Are you okay? Do you need water?”

It took the other boy by surprise. Widening his eyes and shaking his head, Y/n laughed it off, “No, no. I’m on T.”

T? Was that some kind of drug? If it was..why didn’t Patrick know about it? Damn, Pat was missing all the good drugs apparently. He’d have to ask Sam to help him sneak some. 

“Oh..I’ve gotta get to my class. I’ll see you later!” And with that, the short haired beauty walked away. It isn’t a lie to say that Patrick daydreamed about Y/n most of the day..or week.

“Is...Are you alright with this?”

“What do you mean? Y/n..”

“Patrick. I have a silicone dick. You thought it was real. Are you okay with me dating you and us doing thi-”

Shushing Y/n with a kiss, Patrick smiled. When he pulled away, he admired his boyfriend’s red face. Real dick or not, he knew he truly loved Y/n.

“Mamma Patrick says yes.”

[neopoliitan]

Hints regarding last RAIN post & Tobin Lincoln

So that last post was a bombshell, but I thought it appropriate to note all the previous hints towards its events. 

There is a LOT of it (it’s been planned since like, Tobin was properly mentioned in-comic).

In literally Page 1 Robin refers to Tobin as their nickname “Woden.” On Page 291 Tobin reveals Woden is a nickname Wil gave them to insult them. A name they were given, without choice, that they didn’t want.

Page 102: Robin says Wil ‘convinced her she was a boy’ until she was about four. The inverse was probably done to Tobin, being Robin’s twin, and while it was more of a game to Robin, Tobin probably enjoyed it a lot more.

Page 397: Tobin reacts to Roderick and Artemis’ (their eldest brother and their mother) presumed deaths by saying “No, not them... I was... gonna... tell mom...”, implying that Tobin was always planning to tell Artemis about it. It’s one of those things, right, where you’re all “this time I’ll do it” and then you just never get round to it. 

In a way, Artemis’ presumed death pushed them to approach Robin instead. This is mentioned on Page 593.

Page 420: Tobin hesitates when introducing themselves to NPIR as Robin’s “Brother”.

There’s a few things in the scene with Nanako at the end of Arc 2:

Page 439: we first see Tobin looking at their reflection in the river, and they look displeased. Their expression of displeasure at what they see, as well as staring at their hands, implies dysphoria.

This is heavily expanded on on Page 542, where Tobin first catches their reflection in a mirror, looks unhappy, then actively conceals the mirror with a sheet.

After this, the scene cuts to Robin looking in a mirror - it’s worth noting that as soon as Tobin looks in the mirror we see their twin sister, who is herself a mirror image of them.

The “I wish I was more like [Robin]” line on Page 440 is a hint, but Tobin backpedals and focuses on Robin’s passion and confidence (which, to be fair, Tobin also wishes they had).

Then Nanako says “You look a ton like her” to which Tobin responds “Heh, you have no idea.” This exchange is somewhat self-explanatory.

Page 501: we see Tobin’s hair has grown out. This is a little step towards self-realisation.

Page 502: they tell themselves they can kill a beowolf: “For once in your life, be something you actually want to be.” Which tells us Tobin is very unhappy with who they are.

Following this they unleash their frustration on a Beowolf.

Page 540: After Irving asking if Tobin is a fan of the character ‘Severin’ while watching The-Dragon-Prince-analog “The Wyvern Princess”, Tobin responds they relate more to Raelyn - the female character.

Page 555: Tobin is the only one absent from the Anti-Braith meeting. Nyssa says they have an appointment with the doctor about their eye; Robin says they don’t need an appointment for that (we find out Tobin has Anophthalmia on Page 558) - so why is Tobin at the doctor?

Page 581: Tobin says their worst fear is ‘Secrets’. No points for guessing why!

Page 582: Finch remarks offhandedly that Tobin has ‘smooth cheeks’. Tobin does NOT like having facial hair.

Page 586: Robin tells Tobin to ‘Be the person you were meant to be.” This is the tipping point for Tobin; why they finally approached Robin about their identity.

Then there’s Tobin’s allusion: the Old Norse character “Hervor.”

Obviously, Hervor is a female character - one who spent a certain amount of time posing as a male character. The twist in Tobin’s tale is that Hervor’s disguise is altered into Tobin’s gender - a female, assigned as male. There’s also a Valkyrie named Hervor, whom Tobin’s symbol is based off of. I do wish there was a better fairytale character to base a trans character off of, but the past wasn’t kind to certain people and so there isn’t much representation for them :(

[badacts]

Heh your total notes end in 420 😎

i’d like to thank the academy

[chelledoggo]

Softwald [Epic Mickey x AU fanfiction] Chapter 7: Centered

Oswald’s mentor teaches him how to center himself, and he further realizes his appreciation for his hosts.

Softwald AU fic chapter 7

no content warnings except that this is really boring and gay

It seemed like Oswald had just dozed off underneath the tree in his dreams, when he heard Softwald's voice whispering next to him.

“Good morning, Oswald.”

Oswald pulled off his sleep mask and looked out the window to see that it was already bright outside. However, it was also pouring-down rain.

“Oh, geez,” Oswald groaned. “I overslept, didn't I? So much for morning meditation.”

Softwald chuckled quietly. “It's okay. I figured you might wanna sleep in a little today since you were up so late last night. Softensia has breakfast ready now, so we'll just move onto meditation and yoga indoors after that. Does that sound good?”

Oswald smiled. “Heheh...thanks. Sounds good to me!”

Softwald smiled and began heading to the kitchen.

Oswald looked out once again at the pouring rain and thought, Isn't this place up above the clouds? How can there be this much rain? ...Eh, it's probably best not to overthink it.

Oswald walked out to the large dining room where the Soft Couple and their 420 fluffy children were about to sit down to enjoy their breakfast; oatmeal with fresh fruits, along with a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice and a cereal parfait for each of them. A helping was also readily set out for Oswald.

The fact that a room full of 420 kids happily eating breakfast could be as quiet as a church was still a strange feeling for Oswald, but he wouldn't complain.

“Good mornin', Oswald,” Softensia whispered cheerfully. “How'd ya sleep last night?”

“Really nicely, actually,” Oswald replied. “I feel very rested.”

He turned to Softwald. “Thanks again, Softy,” he added with a grateful smile.

“No trouble at all, Os,” he replied.

“Lemme guess,” Softensia giggled silently. “He hypnotized you, right? He's so good at that.”

Oswald chuckled. “Yeah. It was really nice. He really gets into it with the narration.”

Softwald blushed. “I just sort of let myself get into the zone before I start, like I do when I teach meditation. It's almost like being in a trance, I guess.”

Oswald tilted his head in fascination. “Huh...Wow...That actually sounds really pleasant. Wish I could go into a trance sometimes.”

The trio continued in their light conversation over breakfast, after which Oswald assisted his hosts with cleanup.

Softwald then lead Oswald to the room where they'd be practicing, the room where Softensia had performed reiki on Oswald the night before.

“This is what Softensia and I call our 'quiet room,'” Softwald explained. “You already know how Softensia performs reiki in here, but this room's also typically used for yoga and meditation practice.”

Behind the door was a very minimalist, 'zen' themed room. A few various wall scrolls hung upon neutral-colored walls. Along the sides of the room were various items used for yogic practices; things like yoga mats, cushions, singing bowls, and so on. There was a small cupboard-table that had incense and candles stored inside.

Softwald grabbed a single scented candle and placed it in a holder in the center of the room. He set two cushions facing each other on either side of the candle, and then lit the wick. He then got up, plugged in a small zen fountain, and turned off the lights, leaving only the glow of the single candle.

He then sat cross-legged on one of the cushions, with his hands palms-up on top of his knees with the tips of his fingers and thumbs touching, and gestured Oswald to do the same on the other cushion provided for him.

When they were both comfortably seated, Softwald began with his lesson.

“Inside everyone,” he began, staring serenely into the flame of the candle before him, “there's a stillness. A place where you can go when things in life seem uncertain or overwhelming. A place where your mind can calmly figure out whatever it needs to, or where you can just let your mind rest completely. That's where I go when I'm 'in the zone,' so to speak. A place where peace and calm echo and reverberate through me, which puts me in the mindset to share that calmness with others. I call it my 'center,' a place where I feel more connected to my inner self.”

Oswald tilted his head contemplatively at his mentor's lecture, his eyes wide with intrigue.

“Anyone can go to their center,” Softwald continued. “You just need to learn how to get there. Once you do, you can go there any time you feel the need to bring yourself together in a stressful situation. Whenever you're anxious, or in doubt, or even if you just need a break, you can go there and shut everything else off for a while, until you're ready to face the day again.”

Oswald smiled dreamily at the thought of it. “That does sound really nice,” he responded.

“First off,” Softwald instructed, “We'll need to come up with a mantra for you.”

“...A 'mantra?'” Oswald inquired.

“A word or phrase that you'll repeat to yourself during meditation,” Softwald explained. “Something to keep your focus so it becomes easier to enter a deep meditative state. It should be something meaningful; something relating to the goal you're trying to achieve. Which is...”

“...to feel more calm?” Oswald finished.

Softwald smiled and nodded. “Right. So I think maybe 'calm' would be a good mantra, don't you agree?”

“Sounds good,” Oswald replied.

“So, throughout this meditation, you'll be focusing on the word 'calm,'” Softwald continued. “You'll start out repeating it aloud, focusing on the vibration of your voice repeating it, then slowly saying it more quietly as time goes on. Eventually, you'll only repeat this word in your head, until it naturally becomes an echo in your mind. Think of your mantra as a series of signposts guiding you to your center. When it becomes a natural echo, it means you've arrived.”

Softwald closed his eyes in mental preparation. “Are you ready to start?”

“Alright,” Oswald replied. “Fire away.”

“...Close your eyes...” the flow of Softwald's words indicated that he was now 'in the zone.' Oswald closed his eyes as instructed.

“...Calmmmm...” Softwald began chanting, with just a hint of vocalization in his whisper.

Oswald inhaled and began repeating in unison with his mentor.

“Calmmmm...Calmmmm...Calmmmm...” Oswald chanted in a single unbreaking note, feeling the vibrations from his throat spread throughout him. He began to smile a little bit at the pleasant 'tingling' feeling though his body.

“Calmmm....” After a few minutes, his chanting became a soft murmur.

“Calmm...” In a few more minutes, his murmur became a whisper.

“Calm...” He was soon simply mouthing the word.

“...” His lips ceased to move.

His mantra now only existed as a concious repitition in his mind.

Calm...Calm...Calm...

It began as a tangible word in his head. A word he could hear spoken in his own inner voice. A word with a definition. A word that could be spelled and pronounced. Four letters: 'Calm.'

Eventually, it ceased to be a word, and became a feeling. An all-enveloping presensce that wrapped around him like a blanket.

At this point, he was merely floating through nothing. A void. A very faint glow like that of a candlelight.

He felt as if he heard the voice of his mentor asking:

“...How do you feel?”

At this point, Oswald was in a really deep relaxed state. It made it hard for him to move his lips to properly answer.

“Fe...feels...” Oswald mumbled quietly. “...nice...warm...float...ing...very...calm...”

“You've arrived at your center,” Softwald affirmed. “Take some time to get familiar with it...There's no need to think about anything...Just let yourself exist here...This is your own place to just be still...”

Some time passed. Oswald didn't know how long. He didn't care. He was just happily floating in his own mind, and the rest of the world was far away.

Eventually he heard a soft bell-like noise begin to rise from the silence.

“Let's begin...slowly coming back...to regular consciousness...” Softwald's voice echoed softly through.

Oswald focused on the bell-like sound, letting it lead him back into the conscious world.

He eventually opened his eyes to see Softwald gently chiming a singing bowl.

Softwald placed his hands together and smiled. “Namaste.”

Oswald mirrored his mentor's gesture. “Heh...'Namaste,'” he replied casually. “That felt amazing. It was like...like my entire brain was being hugged or something!”

Oswald closed his eyes and remembered the feeling. “I felt like...I was safe...Like everything was just going to be okay, y'know? I just had to...relax.”

Softwald smiled. “I'm glad to hear that,” he whispered. “With regular practice, it'll become even easier and quicker for you access your center. Make sure to try and go there every day when you get a chance.”

Oswald nodded eagerly. “Absolutely!”

“Now,” Softwald began. “Let's take a break for a while, and then we'll move on to today's yoga lesson, okay?”

“Sounds good,” Oswald replied, as the two got up and begain picking up the room.

“Oh, and Softy?” Oswald added. “I know we kind of got off on the wrong foot when I...eheh...fell asleep in your house...and started...freaking out and all that...” He chuckled nervously and scratched his head.

Softwald giggled sliently. “Don't even worry about it. I can understand why it would be kind of an overwhelming situation.”

“Yeah, but,” Oswald continued, “Now that I've been here a few days, I've realized that I'm really glad I got to meet you and your family. You guys have been so nice to me, and you've helped me out a lot. Maybe this weird interdimensional meeting was supposed to happen somehow. I mean, the timing was pretty spot-on, right?”

“Yeah,” Softwald whispered with a nod. “I guess you're right.”

Oswald extended his arms for a hug. “Bring it in, buddy?”

Softwald grinned excitedly and jumped into his friend's arms.

“I hope this doesn't sound weird...” Oswald muttered.

“...but...you are pretty darned cuddly.”

[myteeplus]

Your First Mistake Was Thinking I Was One Of The Sheep Gift T-Shirt

Your First Mistake Was Thinking I Was One Of The Sheep Gift T-Shirt

Laughed so hard, not sure it was good for my heart. I’ve been there. I cried. But I learned that an overflowing toilet can be stopped mid-spill, by opening the top of the tank and lifting the ballcock. If you can prop it up, you can try to turn off the water, or do what I did and just clean and pray the water goes down. (making a note of the Dawn tip, but I hope I never need to use it.) Heh,…