#i took them to mcdonalds in the 90s

[tarnussy]

"3 Happy Meals, please!"

[liminalbeans]

A collection of some non-stuffed animal beanie baby merch, and some information about it (and links to buy each one)

Beanie baby collector pins! These were pins that could only be bought by members of the BBOC (beanie baby official club) and there was a few different ones, mostly featuring the original 9 beanies.

I can't find a lot of them for sale, but the set of 5 in the bottom image can be bought here.

More pins! These ones feature the teenie beanie babies that were included in happy meals back in the 90s. These were actually never sold to the general public, they were reserved for McDonald's employees to put on their uniforms to advertise teenie beanies.

There's a bunch of different listings for either sets of pins or individual ones, but you can get a good amount of them here.

A beanie baby poster! "But Liminalbeans" I hear you say, "there's no beanie babies on that poster!" This is true! But that's because this poster was actually meant to be used with another product....

...THESE stickers. You could technically stick these on whatever you want, but the poster was made for people to have one themed spot to put their whole collection.

Poster here

Stickers here

We also have some trading cards! I feel like I've seen these more than any other non-stuffed animal product. These were like Pokemon or baseball cards, each one had a beanie and they came in little packs. These never really took off, because having a collectible OF a collectible is kinda going too far. But they're still cool little trinkets

Buy some here

Beanie babies coins! These came in BBOC exclusive packages and each one had a classic beanie

Get them here

This is probably the most recent item on the list. It's a plastic cup from McDonalds that was part of a "blind bag" series with different cups commemorating the most popular/successful happy meal toys. This one was for the teenie beanie babies, and there's some secondhand ones available.

Buy it here

This last one isn't an official TY product, but it's still beanie baby related. Back when beanie babies were a huge craze and everyone thought they'd be worth tons, a bunch of the most avid collectors and fans would make these guidebooks to help people learn more about beanie babies and track their "worth". It's funny looking back on it, since they're all worth basically nothing now, but these books are still an interesting read and fun to flip through

Buy the one pictured above here, and there's also tons of different ones out there.

And feel free to reblog this with any I might have missed!

[eocon-fr]

“Becoming world champion, that’s clearly my goal!”

ᯓ Translation of an interview of Esteban Ocon by Victor MOLLET, Dircom ADEKWA Lawyers, dating from 2017.

Esteban Ocon is one of the greatest hopes of Formula 1. Since the start of the season, the 21-year-old driver has taken his place in the Force India team. From his first race, he made an impression by becoming the youngest Frenchman to score a point in F1. Between two flights and two grands prix, he took the time to answer us, in a relaxed manner. One-on-one with a friendly and smiling driver.

When you were younger, your father asked you this question: "Do you want to be a pilot or a cashier at McDonald's?". What was your answer?

My father asked me this question because I wasn't very sporty at the time. I think he said that to tease me. It was direct but it made me react. Result? I immediately went running!

How did your passion for motorsport come about?

I have always loved cars. Motorsport is my whole life! My father is a mechanic and when I was little, I always had my nose in cars, in engines, in petrol…

Today, many young drivers advance their bank account to be introduced to a team. On your side, you have rather highlighted your talent…

Thanks already (smile)! Let's say that I don't have the same background as the majority of drivers, it was more difficult than for others. But in the end, with or without money at the start, the important thing is to win titles to be able to have a chance in Formula 1.

When did the F1 world start to get interested in you?

When I won! Starting with F3, when I started winning a lot of races.

How do you prepare to have a good season?

To be ready for the first Grand Prix of the season in Melbourne, Australia, I spent two months in Font-Romeu, at an altitude of 2,000 metres, in my physical training centre. I really did a complete preparation, with nine hours of cardio per week, ten hours of weight training, but also work on reaction, coordination, speed of visual detection or breathing at altitude.

Is it true that you gained more than four kilos of muscle during your preparation?

Exactly! I even gained five kilos in total! It was really very hard, not only did I have to push and make efforts during physical exercises but also at the table. I had to force myself to eat a lot, with a lot of proteins, almost ten eggs a day in addition to meat and starches… It was quite difficult.

What is the hardest part when you start a race, once inside the car?

Managing the others around you I think! Having the right reaction at the right time, in a fraction of a second. Decision-making is also extremely important to be able to position yourself in the right place when needed. And for that, mental precision is essential.

By finishing the first race of the season in tenth place, you became the youngest French driver to score a point in Formula 1. What does this do to you?

Pride, of course! I think that with the journey I had, it wasn’t easy to get to Formula 1. So to achieve something like that is great! I’m happy to have accomplished that and I hope to set other records in the future.

Is this the first line of a long list to come?

I'm working on it (laughs)!

What goals have you set for this first season in F1?

Clearly for me, my main goal is to score points in every race, to achieve as many “top 5” finishes as possible and, why not, to fight for podiums when possible. There is still a bit of work to do to get there but that is my goal.

How would you define your driving style?

In races, I try to be as thoughtful as possible. I don’t take unnecessary risks. I take them when the situation is right but I really think before starting a maneuver. But I also know how to be aggressive when necessary!

What do you think about, under your helmet, when you are at 300 km/h?

Nothing (laughs)! Mainly concentration in fact, but it is not particularly different from driving at 90 km/h.

What are your passions outside of F1?

Sport in general. I really like bodybuilding, I do a lot of it with my sporty friends, especially boxers. I also like mountain biking and tennis or table tennis. And spending time with my friends is what I like to do when I have a bit of free time.

Do you take the time to visit the countries you travel through between races?

When I have time, a little bit. But often, honestly, not really. Hotels, roads, airports, circuits, that's about all the visits you can usually make (laughs)!

Throughout a season, you are led to visit the four corners of the world... What is your favorite destination?

For now, I would say Monaco. It is one of my favorite destinations. I also like Abu Dhabi. I generally like the sun and the heat!

When you were younger, you regularly beat Max Verstappen, who is promised to play a leading role in the coming years. A sign for the future?

If I can fight with Max in the future, at the forefront, why not. I am working for it! Becoming world champion is clearly my goal, that is what I want to be in the future!

What is your relationship with the other drivers?

There is really a good atmosphere in the paddock, with a lot of respect. With some, there is not much more than respect, we will not go on vacation together but we get along well most of the time. Personally, I am close to Lance Stroll, Stoffel Vandoorne or Kevin Magnussen. These are drivers that I really like outside of racing. We have a good time between sessions when we have time to see each other.

What do you miss most about France when you are abroad?

Family and friends are definitely what I miss the most! And French TV too (laughs)!

Your main quality?

I always have trouble judging myself but I am often told that I am thoughtful and quite mature.

Your biggest flaw?

I am late, I take a long time to prepare! And I am clumsy!

Your favorite circuit?

The Hungaroring, the Hungarian Grand Prix!

The driver you get along with best in the paddock?

Kevin Magnussen

Your favorite driver?

Currently, I don't have one, even if Fernando Alonso still impresses me a lot. Historically, it is Michael Schumacher and Ayrton Senna.

If you had a song to listen to in your headphones during the race?

“Can't be touch”, by Roy Jones, a song that motivates quite a bit!

The “pink fashion” look of the 2017 Force India, what do you think of it?

It's good for Formula 1, it's a bit of a change.

Your hobby to disconnect and clear your head?

YouTube, definitely! I watch a lot of videos, especially from French YouTubers, is that what I like to do to clear my head.

A saying, a motto?

The important thing is not to win, it's just what matters!

[thatseventiesbitch]

That ‘90s Show Part 3 - My Thoughts

Real life was real life’in this week 😅, so I’m just now able to share my thoughts re: the newest That ‘90s Show episodes.

Overall, another wonderful installment! The actors have definitely settled into their characters, and I’m invested in their storylines and relationships (beyond just Eric, Donna, and Leia). Reception to part 3 so far seems very positive. I’m going to remain hopeful it will get another season!

More thoughts beneath the cut:

It’s sort of stream of consciousness rambling, lol.

-Leia, my love. The wrestling storyline in episode 1 was funny. I loved seeing Leia’s persuasive, edgy side come out when she secured the autograph, much like back in the pilot when she got the tap from Mama. She’s really come into her own as a character this season.

-So much appreciation for the Doug Funnie and Porkchop cameos! 😆 As a child of the ‘90s, Doug was one of my favorite cartoons! And Red and Kitty’s Beanie Babies plot was… strange, lol, but funny. And it was nice to see them in cahoots. I knew Beanie Babies were going to make an appearance at some point, because they’re such a quintessentially ’90s thing. Remember how they gave away mini ones at McDonald’s for a while, and people went nuts? It was a strange time.

-Okay, the scene at the kitchen table with Red, Kitty, Leia and Donna after she broke the shower head genuinely had me cackling. And Donna gets another gold star mom award for the way she talked to Leia about it afterwards. I love how good of a mom she is. Hits me right in my feels. 🥹

-Jay and Leia… okay, probably an unpopular opinion but I just feel so lukewarm about them! 🤷🏼‍♀️ I don’t dislike them, I don’t ship them, they’re fine, I just don’t feel emotionally connected to them. Their first time didn’t elicit any big feelings or emotions from me. Their cliffhanger at the end - meh, I don’t really care if they stay together or break up. I remain more interested in seeing Leia explore other relationships - with Gwen or Nate, for instance - but she didn’t have many storylines apart from those with Jay or her family this time. Maybe it was foreshadowing to have Leia admit she expects to have a life long love like her parents do, and her friends reminding her that’s not realistic at all…

-Betsy! She reminds me of Brooke a bit and also Laurie, but mostly feels like her own character. Her relationship with Nate also reminds me of Kelso/Brooke’s relationship and Kelso/Laurie’s, in turns. She is much smarter than him but seems bemused and oddly charmed by the simple Nate, ala Brooke. And she’s manipulative, dominant, and sex-positive, ala Laurie. The scene where Nate tried to break up with her and she said no (😂) literally mirrors the Kelso and Laurie one from T70S. I definitely believed her as a Kelso, but you can tell she has intelligence her brother does not (thanks, Brooke) and seems serious about college/school in addition to having sex. A good mix of her parents, overall, and I enjoyed seeing her interactions with Jay and all the Kelso family lore we learned about this season!

-Kelso family lore: Jay and Betsy’s quibble - “Dad stayed with MY mom!” shows some underlying resentment/competition between the siblings, and also reveals that Kelso and Jackie took a 3 year break at some point (which we already kind of knew, due to their multiple remarriages) during which Kelso went back to Brooke (unclear)? Jay’s line about the time the entire Kelso family went to therapy for 20 minutes and the therapist told them they’re all afraid to love themselves was interesting, too.

-Okay, it was actually very sweet how Kitty found Isaac for Ozzie. I’ve enjoyed his arc this season: his heartbreak over Etienne, finding a queer community, his horror over being the last virgin *lol*, and now his blossoming relationship with Isaac. He seems more confident about himself and his sexuality than ever before. And his dry sense of humor always makes me laugh.

-We got to meet Gwen’s dad! I enjoyed him, his backstory, and his interactions with both Sherri and Gwen. Hoping we might see him again. Also, this shuts down the ‘Hyde is Gwen’s dad’ theories for good.

-The Jay and (Not So) Silent Bob schtick is so-so to me, but I did laugh at how they were following ‘their kids’ Ozzie and Isaac at the movies 😂.

-We got some good Eric nuggets! Starting with Eric and Donna being the same height in their wedding pictures - which I would cut my pinky finger off to see, btw. He lands his dream job working with George Lucas on Skywalker Ranch (I looked it up, and yes it’s a real place) and writing a book about the new Star Wars movies. Gets him out of the picture more permanently, but still leaves the door open for him to visit/return for a holiday episode or something. Loved Donna’s conversation with him on the phone, and imagining her helping him get settled out in California and visiting. And then Kitty’s comment about Donna drooling on his chest when they sleep - 🥹. My favorite detail yet.

-(Did anybody else think of the scene in T70S where Eric and Donna were discussing going to premarital counseling and Donna said they’d learn things about each other, like for instance what if one day she gets a high paying job in California - will he move? And then Eric is like ‘Whoa, why can’t I be the one to get the high paying job?’)

-Oh my god, I loved the ending sequence of them all in the car, dressed like the T70S characters and imitating the opening credits. Loved, loved, LOVED. When Leia put her hands on the dashboard like Donna, I think my shipper heart exploded. 🥰

-Donna and Bob’s moment on the car was very sweet (as was Bob reminiscing over Midge - this feels like confirmation that she’s passed away in-universe). I also thought it was poignant how Donna realizes (and values) both Eric and Leia’s happiness and doesn’t want to take that away, yet feels lost herself and is thus having difficulty making this decision. And then ultimately, she decides to just go back and forth between her two favorite people. 🥰

-The Clueless fantasy!!!!! Yes. So much yes. (I really enjoyed all of the ‘90s references this season)

-Wow. Sherri really is a Laurie clone (*cough* replacement *cough*). The fact that she’s done it with everyone - including the judge at Kitty’s court hearing. She’s earnest and often well meaning, but trips over her words and her relationships. Red and Kitty have so much to teach her. It’s a very parental relationship. Really makes you think about what could have been…

-This season made me such a NikNate shipper. I was kind of starting to come around to them after part 2, but their arc at the end where Nate believes in her musical talent and sells his van to buy back her guitar really got me. Nate is really winning me over, in general. #OTP: You’ll Always Be My Baby

-Ooh, that cliffhanger! Will Donna let Leia stay in Point Place now? Will she have to go to Our Lady Of Perpetual Sorrow? Will Leia forgive Jay for stealing her grandma’s keys? Stay tuned to find out! 😁

[whispering-about-loki]

I had a thought!

Possible future episode LOKI SPOILERS!

Okay, here I go...

What if General Dox is actually a Variant of Sylvie from a branched timeline?

It's weird, I know, but bear with me...

I was rewatching the episode, and there was something about the way Dox carried herself -- about the way she walked down the hallway that evoked younger Sylvie for me. Also, there was the familiarity with which she spoke of Sylvie in the war room and the... odd relationship with X-5.

In a previous post I suggested that Rafael Casal might be playing a version of Brad Wolfe (Zaniac) that was possessed and ordered to hunt down Sylvie, but now I am wondering if this Brad Wolfe is fully aware of who he is as X-5 and that he had some kind of deal with Sylvie on that timeline. I mean, in the clips where X-5 is shown "hanging out" with Mobius at McDonalds there is definite familiarity there, so he clearly knows Mobius enough to banter with him. And hell, why would they take him to the McDonalds where Sylvie works at all unless there was some connection there?

Okay, so maybe this is how it happens: The Sylvie working at McDonalds and the one in the record store from the trailers are not the same person. We know that the screen said that when Sylvie ended up in Broxton, Oklahoma in 1982 it was a branched timeline. That implies that there are other branched timelines that Sylvie could have ended up in. What if one of the branches took her somewhere else, and while she lived a peaceful life in Oklahoma for one of them, she had a somewhat more complicated life in another?

I mean, we can assume that the Sylvie we saw in the record store is a Variant Sylvie and not the same one as in the McDonalds, because there is a poster on the wall of the record shop for the German band Camouflage in concert, and they did not tour until 1989; while the uniform Sylvie is wearing at McDonalds was phased out in the early 80s. Additionally, the Sylvie shown working with Loki and the others in the TVA later has the same earring that the McDonalds Sylvie is wearing, while the Record Store Sylvie does not appear to have one.

So, here's my thought: The Sylvie at the record store is living in the late-80s to early 90s and is in a relationship with Brad Wolfe, the actor. He knows about her and what she is, and she has helped him to be successful while she (for good reason) stays out of the limelight. But for all this, she is not happy. Then, one day, everything all begins to unravel. Literally. While Sylvie is listening to records, the time tendrils begin to twist and wind.

She knows that time has caught up with her, so she tries to escape by stepping through a time door, only to find out that it is too late to go that way.

So she makes a decision. She goes and gets Brad, then takes him with her to an alternate, branched timeline. There, they are captured by the TVA, by Sylvie's design. Once in the TVA, she manipulates the system and sets herself and Brad up as Hunters, making sure that neither of them lose their memories. Over time, Sylvie makes her way up the ranks to General (Dox), all the while trying to eradicate the Lokis so that this will not all happen again. Eventually, she finds herself as a child and has her captured, hoping that this time things will be straightened out. But again (as it was meant to happen all along) Young Sylvie gets away and it all begins again, with Dox!Sylvie now realizing it was her that set this all in motion, she again tries to fix her mistake by hunting down the other Sylvie and pruning all the timelines that her mistake caused.

I know this was all a bit out of left-field, but it was something that came to me and I really wanted to share it, and if it does turn out to be true in any manner, you can find me over here pondering my orb.

Oh, as an aside, Camouflage (the band I mentioned above) had a song that came out in 1989 called "Love Is A Shield", some of the lyrics of which are:

There is a feeling that flows through me When you are near you make it real And we could live for this ideal And all the pictures we run through Seem to be perfect, seem to be true But nothing is quite forever, especially staying together

...make of that what you will

[alyceinwonderland777]

Soul saviour

Pairing; Sylvie x Hunter D-90 (Ship name: SylD90)

Summery: The TVA is now in charge of protecting the timelines instead of destroying them and everything goes smoothly, but D-90 is tormented by the curiosity to know who he was before he was kidnapped by He Who Remains and so he goes to the only person who can give him all the answers he is looking for.

⚠️WARNING⚠️: THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS SOME SPICY CONTENTS AND THE DETAILS ABOUT D-90'S IDENTITY ARE MY HEADCANONS ABOUT HIM

Everything goes like clockwork. The TVA now does some real good and ensures the safety of the timelines. The atmosphere is less oppressive and there is finally freedom in there. Some employees decided to leave to build a new life in another timeline and come to visit from time to time, while others decided to stay and protect the multiverse. D-90 was one of those who decided to stay, but there was a doubt plaguing his mind. A doubt that made his guts twist with curiosity: Who was he before he was kidnapped by He Who Remains and recruited as a hunter? Only one person could resolve this doubt and that was Sylvie Laufeydottir, the Goddess of Mischief.

That evening he decided to go to her. He wanted to remove this doubt once and for all. He took out his TempPad and typed in the coordinates for Sylvie's timeline. The Timedoor opened and D-90 walked through it. He found himself in front of the McDonald's where Sylvie worked. Luckily it was closing, so he didn't have a chance to attract attention.

He saw Sylvie exit the fast food restaurant and approach her vehicle. At that moment D-90 approached her.

D-90: Hi Sylvie.

Sylvie turned around and recognized him immediately.

Sylvie: Oh it's you. How are you? How is it going at the base?

D-90: I'm fine, thank you. At the TVA everything goes like clockwork. As you know, we now only capture the dangerous variants of He Who Remains and work on protecting timelines rather than pruning them. Anyway, I'm here to ask you a favor. *He said*

Sylvie: What's going on? *She asked a bit concerned*

D-90 took a deep breath and spoke.

D-90: I wish you would enchant me like you did with C-20. I want to know who I was before I was turned into Hunter D-90.

There was a special glow in his eyes. His tough, impassive hunter mask was crumbling.

Sylvie: Get in.

D-90 got into the car and Sylvie started the car. After about 40 minutes they arrived at Sylvie's house. It was the classic American house with a garden, flower beds, a backyard and a garage.

Sylvie opened the door and the two entered.

Sylvie: Feel free to sit on the sofa. I will be right back.

D-90 sat on the sofa and Sylvie went to her room to change.

D-90 looked around. He had to admit that Sylvie had good taste when it came to decor. A few seconds later Sylvie returned to him. She was wearing an emerald green nightgown. D-90 smiled when he saw her. He had to admit that she was truly beautiful.

Sylvie: Can I get you something to drink?

D-90: Yes. A glass of orange juice, please.

Sylvie went to the fridge and got the juice. She poured a glass for D-90 and a glass for herself. She walked over to the sofa and gave D-90 the glass.

D-90: Thank you *He said with a smile*

Once they had finished drinking Sylvie asked D-90 the fateful question.

Sylvie: Are you ready?

D-90 took a deep breath and nodded.

Sylvie placed two fingers on D-90's temple and began to enchant him.

D-90 felt as if a hurricane had been unleashed in his brain. A wave of memories made its way into his brain. Finally everything was clear now. His real name was Brandon Williams, he was born in Scotland and moved to London at the age of 16 with his family. He was an English teacher by profession and was 28 years old when he was kidnapped by He Who Remains. Bittersweet tears fell from Brandon's eyes. Finally the doubts had stopped tormenting him. Sylvie stopped enchanting him and took his hand between her hands.

Sylvie: How do you feel?

D-9O: I've never felt better. Thank you so much, Sylvie. *He said with a tone full of gratitude*

Sylvie smiled widely. The two talked all evening about this and that and discovered that they had many things in common. From the first moment she saw him, D-90 / Brandon had immediately caught Sylvie's eye and he felt the same way about her. In the 30 years he had worked for the TVA, nothing like this had ever happened to him.

At some point their gazes crossed. Their hearts were pounding as if they were about to explode. Their lips met in a sweet, passionate kiss. They were clouded by passion. They rushed to Sylvie's bedroom and fulfilled their desire. He eagerly removed her nightgown, revealing her beautiful body. He lunged for her breasts, biting and kissing them. Sylvie moaned uncontrollably, clutching at his hair. He undressed, revealing his muscular physique. Sylvie caressed his chest, making him moan. The most primitive and wild instincts immediately took over.

Screams and moans spread through the room. They went on for two hours and at the end of it all they lay down on the bed, tired but happy. She leaned against his chest and he held her close. That night was the beginning of a strong and passionate love. That kind of love that romantic films talk about and that humans desperately seek.

[kai-anderson-whore]

I don't care about your past (Tate Langdon x fem reader)

Summary: you move in to the murder House and your parents are out leaving you and your seven year old sister alone that's where you meet tate

Warnings: mentions of school shooting

A/n this is a but rubbish but sweet at the same time let me know if I should do a part 2

You sat in your bedroom of your new house with your little sister who is 10 years younger than you listening to nirvana unplugged album it was the third track of the vinyl your seven year old sister singing along

"Can we let tate sit with us?" She asked making you confused at the little girl snuggled to your side "who's tate?" You asked "my friend" she shrugged making you laugh

"You know kendall I had an imaginary friend as well" you chuckled she looked at you with a grumpy face "he's not imaginary" she huffed "Okay well tell him to come in" you said not even thinking anything about it you were home alone as your parents were out for the night

You heard footsteps coming towards your room then a boy around your age walking inside making you freeze "see I told you" kendall said

"Who are you" you asked in fear confused "I'm tate, I'm dead" he said coming closer to you "how did you get in here" you asked pennyroyal tea now playing

"Oh I love this song" tate said "oh yeah eh I lived here in the 90s and died in this room" he said "okay? Prove it" you said tate sighed telling you and your sister to follow him

You both got to the front door tate walked out then vanished "told you" a voice behind you said it was tate

"I can't lie that's cool" you laughed going back to your room

You and tate talked about nirvana and your interests your little sister joining in "you a nirvana fan kendall?" Tate asked kendall nodded her head "yeah I love every song my big sister loves I want to be just like her" she beamed making you smile

Even though there's a ten year age difference to you and your sister you were best friends "kendall go put another record on please" you asked she nodded skimming through your record collection picking out one she knew you loved

Humbug by the arctic monkeys "who are they" tate asked making you gasp "oh my god you don't know arctic monkeys?" Your sister said "never heard of them" tate shrugged "you sit here and listen" you laughed

"They're good" tate nodded you and your sister got up and danced through the song 'pretty visitors' tate joined in all laughing

Soon enough your sister was tired so you took her to bed tucking her in before going back to your room to sit with tate "you know it's good to have someone my age around here" you said plopping yourself down on the bed

"Is there any other ghosts here?" You asked turning to tate who was scanning through your records "Yeah some of them are alright some just complete jerks" he shrugged

"How did you die I mean your so young" you asked tate froze "erm I'll be honest with you a school shooting the cops shot me down in this room" he said "oh god tate" you said

"Hey wanna order food I'm starving" you asked changing the subject "Sure want you in the mood for" he asked "McDonald's they deliver now" you said tate nodded

Once the food came you went to get it closing the door to see someone else there "don't trust him" she said "Who tate why" you asked "did he tell you what he did" she asked you nodded "yes and I'm not bothered it's in the past nothing I can do" you said walking past her and into your room

"Who's the chick?" You asked tate "oh violet my ex" he shrugged "she told me not to trust you I told her I'm not bothered about your past" you said

Tate nodded looking sad

"Hey tate I don't care about your past okay I'd rather know who you are right now you wouldn't want to know my past I keep hidden from everyone especially kendall" you said placing the food down on the bed taking his hand in yours

"You really mean that" he asked "of course I don't I know I just met you but come on I can tell we're going to be good friends not everyday you meet someone with the same with the exact same interests as you" you joked making him smile

"And if you ever feel sad you can come to me" you added giving him a hug as he cried into your chest "you know you're the only person who has fully accepted me" he said

You felt bad for him despite his past you did think he was a great guy you couldn't lie he's very attractive

He looked up at you with red eyes then to your lips back and forth before pressing his lips on yours

His lips were soft against yours, you placed a hand on his cheek before pulling away "foods getting cold" you both laughed

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[sarascamander]

I need to rant somewhere and here's the thing, holy fuck Holloway and Jack are ADORABLE. I'm just in chapter 5 of the second book and they already get me giggling and kicking my feet just by being themselves. I'm smiling like an idiot in public. I'm humiliated! Damn them.

1) their banter is EVERYTHING. They fought like a married couple I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. They banter so smoothly and sometimes out of topic that they forget the first topic and it's always about something so domestic like the state of Jack's room and Holloway's quirk. THEY'RE SO CUTE.

2) The communication *chef fucking kiss*. Communication is their strongest suit, honestly the other miscommunication trope can go fuck off. They tell each other when they're upset or angry and try to solve it now and here. It wasn't always easy but they always talked to each other about their feelings and other stuff. Like when H was following Jack and Aston. They laid out their feelings and sorted it out and it's SO SATISFYING. They know each other so damn well.

“Did you lie to me?” I asked.

His answer took a long time: the ticking of the snow against the windshield, the hiss of the heater, the engine’s purr. “No.”

“Did you think about it?”

He took even longer. “Yes.”

I nodded. “Could you have gotten away with it?

"Of course.” Then he shifted in his seat. Some of the Ivy League part had come loose and tumbled across his forehead. His voice held a faint note of chagrin as he added, “Until you asked me. I find it difficult to…prevaricate. With you.”

“What every boy dreams of hearing.”

3) Ariana is a cool girl and smart and really an angel who knows her worth. I like her and she deserves the World but for god sake please break up with Jack. He belongs to Holloway, please Ariana, you must see that. 🙏🏻🙏🏻

4) Jack is the best character ever. His sarcasm, his wit, his kindness, his patience — god, this guy is perfectly flawed and I love his broke ass. And I want to wrap Holloway in a fluffy blanket and hug him to death. He's adorable!!!!

5) Jack adored H so MUCH IT'S FREAKING ADORABLE. He noticed every one of H's habit and sometimes just drifted to the most romantic sweetest paragraph about how beautiful H is. LIKE STOP YOU'RE EMBARRASSING YOURSELF WITH HOW MUCH YOU'RE IN LOVE. I kid you not. I fucking love it. For example:

He (Holloway) made a frustrated noise. Then he smiled. The expression was a little stiff; he wasn’t used to doing it, and it was another of those things that he was self-conscious about. I’d read about people who get up at two or three in the morning—on vacation, no less, when they’re in Hawaii—and then they drive hours and hours, and all of it is to see the sunrise from this one specific spot, and I thought, Come to Utah if you want something worth your time.

For context, they are in Utah. Jack basically implies that H's smile is prettier than sunrise goddamn it!

6) Jack is basically 90% of Holloway's impulse control. And that's saying something since Jack doesn't even have an impulse control himself. He'll be like "you need to eat, H" and "when is the last time you sleep, H?"and "how much of Addie did you take?" And all that stuff but the next scene show Jack literally smashed at a party and almost got beaten up.

7) Jack's narrative is the funniest, I swear

Detective Rivera, one of the Utah County Sheriff’s Department’s finest and my personal law-enforcement nemesis (if he could still be a nemesis after he bought me McDonald’s), was sitting on the sofa, sending a message on his phone.

8. Jack is so proud of H whenever he did butchy thing — like, he love his asshole 😭😭

“I’ll tell him it’s a sex thing.” “Good,” Holmes said. “He’ll be pleased that all your hours of mindless pornography are finally paying dividends.” My jaw legit dropped. “H!” “Desk, please.” “That was so amazingly bitchy.” “Desk.” “And, like, also kind of evil. Which I loved.”

9. Are you fucking kidding me?

He sat there in silhouette, head down. I knew the curve of his spine. I knew the span of his shoulders. Anywhere, I thought. I could be anywhere and know you

10. The fact that every single guy in Holmes' life let him down and hurt him one way or another and Jack is the only one who cherished him 😭😭

[breadraptor]

what i ate in toronto last week

felt like food blogging hehe

Day One

The first thing I got was a tea and donut bites from a new donut stand in the Portland airport. Yum! Then I remembered I had a long day of traveling ahead of me and went back to the Tillamook store for some real sustenance. Honestly I thought a chive biscuit egg sausage cheese sandwich would be a slam dunk but it wasn't that good.

Donuts: 8/10 (had them over the course of 3 days)

Sandwich: 5/10

Even on long flights, Air Canada only offers paid options. I got this BBQ chicken wrap for $11 CAD or something. Tortilla to filling ratio was bad but it did the job. 4.5/10

I got into the hotel late at night and just decided it wasn't worth the effort to get more food, so thats all for day one lol

Day 2

Met with Suyasha and had Cafe Landwer! Was starving and it took forever for the food to come out. This is the Mediterranean shakshuka. Bread was so fluffy. The presentation is gorg but i wasn't obsessed with the tomato-y sauce I guess. 7/10

In the afternoon I got a matcha at the library cafe where we worked (it was average, so I guess 7/10 because me love matcha). Later, I went to Fuwa Fuwa Pancakes for pre-dinner dessert. I'm glad I went when I did, because they cook everything fresh, and the wait was long even when I was the only customer. So fresh, fluffy, and refreshing - not too sweet. Yum! 9/10

After that, some folks told me they were getting dinner, so I said I'd join assuming I'd get an appetizer. Well, they decided on all you can eat hotpot, so that was unfortunate lol. We had a good time, food was good but not really noteworthy. I tried a mussel, gross! Also ate a pepper wrapped in beef that had been soaking in the spicy side for too long. That shit HURTED. 5/10

Day 3

I needed something fast to keep me going before the wedding - sadly the only thing I could walk to in time was McDonalds. The tzatziki seasoning was bad and basically ruined my fries. Chicken wrap was just whatever. 3/10

Unpictured: Shirley's wedding food! I forgot to take a pic sadly. I had chicken, kimchi mac and cheese, and other things I don't exactly remember, but it was all yummy! Plus the signature cocktails were really great. 8/10

Day 4

Niagara falls tour with Alyssa, Hwee, Jen, and Alex(?)! we shared between 4 people. It was steaming hot and yummy. I love cheese curdsss. 7.5/10

While the group went to go on the boat, I got a prosciutto goat cheese salad and a cocktail at the Queen Alexandra. Cocktail was a bit watery and salad was 90% arugula with not enough dressing - but the point was I could see the falls from my seat and they had ceiling fans (IT WAS SO HOT) 6.5/10

When we got back from the tour finally (took 3 hours to get back in traffic), we got Mr. Tonkatsu! The katsu was really flaky and good. 8/10

We also went and got asian shaved ice after this - one with red bean paste and one with almond and soybean. i wasnt really into these so i only had a few bites.. i miss hawaiian shaved ice fr. oh yeah i got some baked walnut balls here too, they were ok, would be better if they were warm. 3.5/10

Day 5

gochujang mushroom tofu banh mi at rustle & still cafe.. OH MY GOD. spicy, creamy, a lil crunch from the pickled carrots and peanuts. i might try to replicate it, it was everything. 10/10

chicken biryani from rikki tikki, with Alyssa, Shendy, and Matt. another HUGE W meal... spicy, scrumptious, perfect. the rice had pomegranate seeds in it which was such a nice little sweet crunch. it came with yogurt sauce which i adored with the spicy meal. im drooling thinking about it. 10/10 my only complaint is that i like more pillow-y naan

Day 6

Lunch was leftover Rikki Tikki!

Forgot to take a pic before it was gone, but I had a chai latte at the cafe we worked at today. It was meh, 4/10. at least the cafe had ok wifi and good a/c lol

After work, I started wandering around and went to a matcha cafe called Tsujiri. All the stuff on the menu looked amazing but I got a peach yogurt matcha frappe. It was so freaking good and those big slices of peach on top were yummy too. 9/10

While walkin' I had to stop at this Vietnamese cafe because the cake looked so yum. And it was! Fresh mango with layers of shortcake, mango pudding, and cream. i just wish it was a little smaller so I hadn't felt so bloated from eating it lol (it had to stay cold and it was a hot day so... I had to just eat it) 8.5/10

For dinner we went to a Jamaican/Chinese fusion place called Patois with Shirley, Jeremiah, Alyssa, guy who I forgot name, and his old WoW guild leader or something haha. We got a "feast for two" to share with the table, plus pork belly yakitori, becuase some of us weren't hungry. I didn't eat much but my fave was the yakitori. The rest was just ok. 5.5/10

Day 7

For my last day Suyasha and I went to Tibetan Cafe and went shopping afterwards. The reviews for this place were so high, but we were both underwhelmed by these "momos" (chicken dumplings). The dipping sauce was tomato-y but overall it was a bit bland. Suyasha is Nepalese and she said this was low-end by her standard lol. I'll try Tibetan food another time. 6/10

This was the first canned diet coke I had all week and man, how sweet it tastes - new jeans

At the airport I shared a snack of poutine and a maple moscow mule with Shirley :3 This poutine wasn't as good as the one I had before. Moscow mule was nice, the maple flavor was mild. 5.5/10

And yes, to give me the energy to travel until 3am EST, I got another BBQ chicken wrap on the plane. So nice I had it twice. Jk, it was not that nice, but actually this time it had a better filling to tortilla ratio lol. 5/10

[ch4ndn1]

I was born in California, raised angry there and let it out in Tennessee whenever mom saw tour started. I ran away twice and ended up teaching the math class at jt moore bc the teacher didnt want to, the only friend I had was basketball captain (we spoke once, he left me notes every day after, i avoided bc his script wasn't even interestingly terrible, just boringly bad), and the only real friend I had was the after school detention / art teacher (?) whose speech was so slow and thick like how glycerin swirled into underglaze looks. whoever picked me up took me to mcdonalds every day after school to gain some muscle(?) and I slept in a friend of a friends upstairs bedroom so cozy and warm in the winters, she had a plushie robe too, I loved taking showers I took them w the lights off after school, I learned six years later that a woman was murdered in that room and that's how they got that huge of a house so cheap when they did!

my uncle left our dead dogs body in the front seat of the flatbed for 9 extremely frigid days after he passed that winter. Super Bowl Sunday it was snowing and Hersheys body was taken out the day before but the smell of death stains everything and it lingers above its stain, I couldn't inhale but it was super bowl sunday. I had the best turkish apricots of my life that day and into the night. everyone was lit. I don't remember who won I don't care, that house was the only interesting home in Nashville lol. Little bowls of those apricots in every room of the giant party. and mini pickles but I never cared for those so much.

I met a 90 yr old sculptor who was visiting the hosts (her children) that weekend from Taos. Idk how I was related to the hosts. doesn't matter. she matters! she's the only one that matters. She showed me a stone cartoon at the base of the stairs which led to her guest room. she carved it. it resembled a peacock and doughdough bird, only the head of both. and soldered onto a concrete block, that was also a pillow.

somewhere between that moment and the drive home with the dog stained truck is when I decided I was going to taos, so i ran back home to Cali first. the homecoming was profound, i didnt know i had so many friends honestly i forgot and they seemed so distracted when I needed them. i never told them i needed them because I didnt want to freak them out with the explanation. They were there though and they didnt forget, thats still crazy to me. they thought I died I wasn't on Facebook yet and I left my phone with my dad at home. My 13 yr old girl heart got distracted by the reminder of friends and access to the sea and my molding soccer cleats in the garage, so I didnt go to taos till 8 years later. I went to Taos but now im Ny using my hands and melting a bit too much, and next month i’ll be over there letting it gush all the way out again,

this season ends on the 23rd of august, I hear its for reconciling w ur teen brain, i havent visited that cascade of events in a few

[fatfables]

Alonzo: A Fat Fable

This is the preamble to the first gainer story that I wrote back in 2021.

It's about sibling rivalry. A German boy whose gluttony causes problems moves in with his boyfriend but can't let go of his hatred for his sisters who always taunted him about his weight.

Alonzo was 24 years old when it happened. His family, neighbours, old school friends and teachers all reacted in shock when they heard about it. When they saw it. When they saw HIM on the evening news. How could this have happened? Ok, Alonzo had never been the nicest boy in the world. Yes, he was a little selfish, even greedy and lazy. But to think that he was capable of this? This was hard to accept. Unbelievable even. How had they not seen it coming? Had they all hidden the obvious truth from themselves? Turned away from the uncomfortable scenes that were always playing out in plain sight. Had their silence been accomplice to his heinous crimes? Would they always have to feel guilty because of their own in-action in the face of such wanton depravity? What had happened that summer was shocking. No one could quite comprehend how it had been allowed to happen. How it had ever come to this.

Alonzo was born in the late 90's, a time of economic prosperity and few worries. The cold war was over. Reunification had been a success (well as much of one as it was possible to be) and the horrors and wars in the aftermath of 9/11 were still a few years away. The global economic collapse was still a decade into the future, and Corona was just a Mexican beer that people drank on holiday. As such Alonzo’s parents were comfortable with their life in Mannheim, in a medium sized house, in a medium sized town in South West Germany. Everything in their life was just fine, and medium sized.

Their middle child, and only son, Alonzo was preceded and followed by his older and younger sisters, Lotte and Inge. The first born being three years older than him, and the third child one year younger. Now in most families it is often the youngest child who is spoiled by doting parents or grandparents. But in Alonzo’s family this was most definitely not the case.

To be fair to Alonzo’s parents they hadn’t set out to spoil him. It’s just that he was so demanding as a youngster that they couldn’t help but give into his temper tantrums and fits of rage. Letting him have exactly what he wanted was the only way to calm him as a baby and a toddler.

 “It’s just a phase” his mother used to say to her husband. “It’s only puppy fat. He’ll grow out of it.”  

Well Alonzo grew but he never grew out of ‘it’. By the time his parents had realised their mistake in giving into his every whim it was already too late. His personality was set. He was selfish, demanding, spoiled, and most of all overfed.

 It is often said that you don’t miss what you’ve never had. Well, Alonzo was always given everything he ever wanted and from a very young age. So he missed nothing. As he grew he kept expecting to get everything he wanted. Why wouldn’t he? It was just the natural course of things.

If he was denied even the smallest item, such as a second helping of chips with his school dinner, or a medium coke instead of a large one at McDonalds, he would fly into such a violent rage that no one could control him. He wouldn’t calm down until he felt that he had been given everything that he deserved. And he felt like he deserved everything.

 This caused his ever suffering parents great anguish as they would inevitably end up buying him an extra-large coke on top of the medium coke he had already had! This also bred resentment amongst his sisters, who as youngsters took great umbrage against the unfairness of it all. They never got two cokes! 

“Well, you never asked for two cokes” the Dad would say to try and appease them. “That’s not the point!” the elder girl Lotte would shout.

 And as she became older her anger would not just be based on the perceived (and very real) inequality of the situation. But also the outright disgust that she came to feel towards her corpulent, spoilt, “little” brother.

 “What the fuck!, why does that fat little shithead get more than me!? Just fucking say no for once!” 

The younger girl, Inge, would invariably side with the older one. So it was always the two sisters against the one brother, and due to this Alonzo grew in time to hate his cunting sisters, even more than they disliked him.

[c0ffeecr0w]

South Park Headcanons (Updated)

Redoing this cuz I thought my old was wasn't good These are mostly Highschool HCs of the main 4, Craig and Tweek I'll do more of Craig's gang and a few others soon

Stan

Raging bisexual and has no pref (He/Him)

Had a non binary phase in middle school but doesn't mind being called "They" at times when anyone addresses only him

Dark blue eyes

Fashion sometimes inspired Goth and Punk. He wears cross earrings/necklaces, black clothes and paints his nails black

Wants to have a career in music but Randy wants him to inherit the Tegridy business

Has a crush on Kyle but Kyle mostly sees him as his super best friend

Has almost always never left a party sober

Mostly shares his music tastes with Kyle and Kenny

Grunge/Metalhead

Broke up with Wendy in middle school but are still good friends and give each other advise on relationships and look out for each other

She gave him a friendship bracelet in 3rd grade but he took it off cuz he didn't wanna wear it all the time. He keeps it on his backpack zipper and so does Wendy

Hates blood. He can't watch a horror movie cuz of it, even if it's fake, he still gets sick from seeing so much of it

Flexitarian

Loves Metal, Goth, Grunge, Alt Rock, Indie music but will enjoy anything except Country and Dubstep

Greasy motherfucker

Part Mexican/Spanish, which his father is proud of

He's a bit pudgy but isn't noticeable unless he's wearing tight clothes

Kyle

Bi-Asexual with a female pref, somewhere on the ace spectrum (He/Him)

Forest green eyes

Gets cold and sick easily

Tallest of Stan's gang

Athletic

Has anger issues, even when Cartman isn't around bothering him. Blame his parents lol

Studies a lot (fuckin nerd)

Listens to Classical, New Wave, Punk and Lo-Fi Hip Hop. Hates most modern music

Enjoys The Cure and Joy Divison despite not liking the Goth subculture. Stan sometimes makes fun of him for it

Coffee addict

He's a lightweight, so he'd get really drunk from a single shot

Really enjoys autumn

He and Stan are the only ones who own cars. He lets anyone ride with him except Cartman

Germophobe

Cartman

Genderfluid (He/She, would say Nor/Mal) and a closeted gay/bi

Heterochromatic (Brown and light blue/purple)

Still an asshole but not as bad as before

Goes to therapy weekly. Has ASPD

Loves the Harry Potter and Twilight films

Also loves chickflicks and Disney films (so does Butters). He's also watched almost every cheesy Rom Com cuz of his mom and loves the hell outta them XD

90% of his Spotify playlist is Pop and Rap music. Loves Justin Timblerlake, Lady Gaga, Melanie Martinez, Blondie, Post Malone, ecc.

BFFs with Shelley, Butters and Kenny

Hangs out with Stan separately when Kyle isn't around

Loves cats, raccoons, sharks and dinosaurs

Has a good skincare routine. Also soft cuz of his mom's genes

Does drag

Has a Twitch and Reddit account. Either talks about makeup or skincare products or gaming

Kenny

Pansexual/Omni and Genderfluid (He/She/They)

Light blue/purple eyes

Grows his hair out in the winter and lets Karen do whatever with it (dyeing, braiding, adding hairclips, ecc)

Has scars all over his body

Piercings given by Stan

Gets along with everyone

Lets nobody fuck with Karen. He'll go Mysterion on your ass

Loves action/superhero & horror movies

Tans from being outside often from working

Listens to almost anything but has a soft spot for Metal, Hip Hop, Bossa Nova and Rave

He had a Nightcore phase at some point

Has tried every drug known to man (Crack, heroin, ecstasy, ecc)

Works 3 months in the summer. Either from McDonalds or Subways or as an offer by someone like one of his friends or as a performance (singing, as a dare, working for someone else, ecc)

Doesn't smoke near Karen

Has a high spice tolerance

Butters

Bi/pansexual and Bigender (He/She)

Light blue eyes

BFFS with Kenny and Cartman. Has a good relationship with everyone else, including Stan, Kyle, Craig and Tweek

Likes Hello Kitty, Animal Crossing, Minecraft, Stardew Valley,

Gave Kenny Garfield merch after he gave him a Hello Kitty plsuh from an arcade with 2/3 of the money he saved up from his summer job

Wanted to grow his hair but his parents thought it'd make him look too girly, so instead he puts his Marjorine wig on

Marjorine became part of his identity after going through gender dysphoria. It then not only just became a way to leave his parents' without them knowing

Works as a Restaurant waiter. Formerly a florist

Babysits Karen when Kenny isn't home

Loves Pop, Hip Hop and EDM. Loves Melanie Martinez and Tyler The Creator thanks to Eric and Kenny

Does origami and painting as a side hobby. Loves arts & crafts

Actually likes the High School Musical films. Kenny watched them with him cuz no one else would

Has a collection of Hello Kitty/Sanrio merch

Plays a rhythm game like DDR or In The Groove and gets an A every time

LGBT/Other

Stan is 5'9, Kyle is 6'0, Cartman is 5'5, Kenny is 5'11 and Butters is 5'10

Kenny and Cartman have funny contact nicknames for their friends. Ex. Cartman has Kenny as "Poor Kid", while Kenny has Stan as "Cup Of Depresso" jokingly, though Stan isn't aware of it but he might find it funny since he knows Kenny's sense of humour. Rest of the 3 have Cartman as "Fatass" or "Doughboy" unsurprisingly

[envihellbender]

Backrooms fatty

Characters: u/urbexmallrat (OC), unnamed monstrosity

Content: fat monster, creepypasta thinly veiled fetish, impossibly big

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r/FindingTheBackrooms posted by u/urbexmallrat 21 hours ago

Anyone seen this monster in the Backrooms?

Hey guys,

I was recommended this subreddit by r/urbexuk after no one there could help me. I thought The Backrooms was just a dumb creepypasta but honestly it’s the best explanation for what I stumbled upon. Bit of background, I’m a photographer, I’ve had pictures published in National Geographic so I’m the real deal. Outside of this occurrence I’m just a normal guy with a camera, I’m really into urbex and working on a book right now. There’s a shopping centre near me that I went to as a kid in the early 90s. I’m from a small town just off the motorway and the building used to be this huge busy place a couple of miles away. There was an arcade, cinema, all that stuff. It was really, really huge. It’s so weird to me that it was abandoned and honestly, it’s terrifying and fascinating to me that this place is completely deserted and being taken over by nature when I went there every weekend until I was 12.

Just to set the scene, here’s some pics of the place. Maybe it’ll be familiar to someone and you can explain away what I’ve seen. Hell, I’d love it if someone could do that.

The first photograph is of the entrance of a shopping mall, the windows have been smashed or bordered up, and the tiles on the floor have weeds and dead grass growing through the cracks. The walls have ivy and half dead trees clinging to them, and beneath that is a Starbucks that has had all of its furniture removed and strange symbols spray painted on the walls and floor inside of it. There’s a giant fountain in the middle of the entrance walkway, the water inside it is murky and covered in a strange slime. The second is of the entrance to an arcade. The machines are covered in a thick layer of dust and there are forgotten toys in a crane machine. There’s some strange orange teddy bears that are filled with stuffing in odd selections that have lumps in them. Their eyes are tears in their fabric, they look like a strange cross between a rabbit and a goat. The third photograph is taken from an above walkway showing the floor beneath, there are some abandoned shops and an outdoor coffee shop that has a couple of feral cats sitting by a dormant and decrepit coffee machine.

See? It’s called the Silver Bells Shopping Centre. I’d be interested to hear from anyone else who remembers it because none of my childhood friends or family remember it. So weird. I still have a Garfield Teddy from the crane machine at that arcade, it sits on my shelf. Here it is:

The photo shows a strangely shaped stuffed animal, one of the orange toys from the previous picture.

Anyway, I was using the opportunity to go find parts of the place we don’t usually see. I intended to go see some back storage rooms then go to the cellar. I guess I found that… anyway, I went to the food court which was kept on the lowest level and found a McDonalds. I hopped over the counter and slipped down the back. There was a lot of rats living in the now empty deep fat fryers but I figured live and let live. Weirdly I don’t remember having left the kitchen, but I must have done. I walked forwards, expecting to reach a door to take me out to some storage place. Instead I was walking for a good five minutes without going through anything and when I turned round the McDonalds was gone and there was just that terrifying yellow painted brick wall. I took some photos:

The first photo showed a family of rats living in the deep fat fryer, five were staring at the phone with bright red eyes. The second shows a blurry wall with light yellow bricks. The third, forth, and fifth all show different parts of the corridor, they all look essentially the same - yellow bricks, which stone floor, and nothing else distinctive.

So I had no idea how I ended up there but honestly I was mostly just assuming I was lost and took photos to help find my way back. I was wandering around these corridors for a long, long, loooooong time. My phone alarms kept going off - I have one at 2.30pm, one at 5:10pm, and one of 7:30pm so that’s how I knew time was moving even if my mobile clock hadn’t moved (yeah I know, how were my alarms going off if the time on my phone wasn’t moving, no idea!) After the last alarm I finally saw a door, and was over the fucking moon, so happy I got scared of going through it. Kind wish I hadn’t. Well. I guess doing that meant whatever weird monster I saw could guide me out, after it took what it liked from me. I can’t explain what I saw, or how I got out. And it doesn’t matter. I don’t care, I just wanna know what the fuck happened to me and what the fuck did I see. Here’s the monster I saw, doesn’t seem to match any monsters you guys have on file so I’m hoping that I missed something. Not sure how I feel about being the one who found out about a new species …

These sets of photos are much worse quality than the other pictures, and it’s not entirely clear what they are. The first shows a strange pile of flesh, a bright light - perhaps the camera flash - reflects against it. If you focus you can see that there’s a smattering of black hair over it, and angry purple marks where the skin has stretched obscenely. At first it simply looks like a closeup, but the photographer’s shadow shows that the navel or the occupant is significantly bigger than the owner of the flab. The second shows the adipose from a different angle, there’s one gigantic hill of fat, there’s another on top of it, and one more. This looks more human, but the way the light flashes and reflects on something on the otherwise of the wall shows that the height of the photographer is half that of the lower most fat roll. The third is an eye, a milky brown iris with bloodshot whites, that is crushed between a bloated cheek and sagging forehead, causing it to be a pinprick. The final photo shows the photographers digits held up against two enormous bloated brown lips, showing that just one of the slug like features is larger than the camera man’s entire hand.

So yeah. That’s the monster I found. If I had to estimate the size… well, it was significantly taller than me and I had to climb on it to get most of the photos. I’m six foot three, and I barely came up to its navel. I’ve seen elephants, whales, and stuff but none of them came close to it. Honestly if I didn’t know any better I’d say the creature was as big as I predicted the shopping mall was. Does this mean anything? Anyone see anything similar?

Update 1: please can every ignore my teddy and focus on the actual post lol

Update 2: I don’t know everyone’s focusing on my teddy but it’s Garfield lol don’t any of you remember Garfield?

Update 3: ignoring every question about my teddy now lol but thanks for everyone who asked me about the monster. Seems this isn’t a common experience but u/roadkillnapster pointed out that without a decent photo that shows more of the overall shape, it’s possible it’s a known monster that’s gotten really fat. Seems possible to me. Any fleshy monsters that could be similar?

Update 4: wow I wasn’t expecting so much conversation off my post, lotta people want to see it and have asked if I could show more videos and photos. I mean I don’t know but I’ll see if I can set up a livestream, so glad a lot of you wanna get to the bottom of this too!

Update 5: and thanks for freaking me out about my Garfield teddy, the wool is doing this weird expanding thing so it’s doubled in size and now I’m all scared it’s haunted lol

[hoodshem]

All of my furbies!

The oldest ones:

On the left we have Cypher (no, he's not named after Bill Cypher), he is year 2000 furby, which makes him pretty special, hehe.

On the right is Bong Bonk, furby baby in the color "blue change", and he is now plushified (the mechanic part is also in use, you'll see it later).

On the left here we have Gorilla Pickle, furby buddy in the color "owl". He is my first 90s furby!

In the middle is Kuzco, McDonald's furby from 2001, and on the right is Wonderwall, another McDonald's one, but from 2006.

The newest ones:

In the middle we have Acetone, furby boom in the color "blue waves" from 2013.

On the sides there are McDonald's furbies from 2012-2013, on the left is Roblox, and on the right is Diavolo.

The handmade ones:

Next there are furbies made by me! The first one, Adolph, is made of microfiber towel. The second one, Bad Trip, is made out of a body of 2001 McDonald's furby and some scrap fabric. Third one, Opium, is made with pattern of furby buddy and some air dry clay. The fourth (and the most horrifying of them all) is Hannibal Vader. He is made out of robotic parts left from making Bong a plush.

Here is Tonika, the only girl in my collection (such a shame, actually). Her body is crossbody bag, and her face is a 2001 McDonald's furby (i took it from Bad Trip).

And here are furbies made by my friends. On the left is Pronouns, and on the right is JD (which is short for Janthony Dicholas). He was made by @eshtaresht!

And last, but not least, is Yolk, my longest and most spoiled son.

The end!

I hope that my collection wil expand and i will have all furbies that i want :)

[oldbutnotyetwise]

Mrs. McDonald

     I would like to tell you a story of a lady who wandered into my life for a decade or two.  She was an unremarkable woman who led a rather unremarkable life, but all lives are worthy of some recognition and perhaps this is hers. I became a character in the last few chapters of her life, and I was with her to the end.  

    She was raised in a large family on a farm in the Thorold area near to St. Catharines.  She didn’t get on well with her mother, but the way she tells it she was her Father’s favourite.  For High School she was shipped off to the Loretta Academy in Niagara Falls where she was under the iron fist rule of the Catholic Nuns but they failed to turn her into a Nun as expected.

     She was a short, stocky woman, just getting above the five foot mark and a disease struck her later in life causing her to have limited use of her legs.  I don’t know what happened in the earlier years but after marrying Ron they both drank too much and took on all the usual characteristics of an abusive relationship.

     It was Christmas Eve in the early 90’s, my good friend and partner Dave was working the nightshift with me.  Christmas Eve, families getting together, drinking too much and then getting violent with someone often ending up in jail.  Over and over this same scene plays out, just more so on holiday occasions where people gather and start to party together. 

     It was probably the early morning hours of Christmas Day by the time we were dispatched for a woman in distress on the porch of a house at the edge of downtown.  When we got there there was no woman on the porch but the front door was wide open.  We carefully entered the house concerned for the woman’s well being, we saw a large man passed out on the couch but then I spotted her laying on the floor of the bedroom.  There was a small table lamp on the floor beside her head and the cord from it was wrapped tightly around her neck.  To this day I remember how much trouble I had removing it because of how tight it was digging onto the skin around her neck.  I could see the fear in her eyes, I think she probably had thought that this was finally the day he was going to kill her.  Based on what she told us we arrested her husband and roused him from his drunken slumber on the couch. We charged him with Aggravated Assault, which is one step down from Attempted Murder.  

     Her husband Ron never fought the charges, in fact he pled guilty the first chance he got and was sentenced to a year in jail.  I don’t doubt that he loved her, and that he felt very guilty about what had happened, but it was a cycle of violence that I don’t think either of them could break.  

     With the Assistance of the Victim Services Branch we reunited Mrs. McDonald with her estranged daughter.  Her daughter lived in London and Mrs. McDonald thought she would like to live in St. Thomas, close enough, yet far enough from her daughter.  Victim Services found some subsidized housing and she got a cute little one bedroom townhouse that was close enough to downtown that she could get her own groceries on her scooter.  She and her little dog seemed happy, perhaps for the first time in many, many years.  I knew her as Elizabeth McDonald but she decided she now wanted to be called Eliza, maybe this was her way of making a break from her past.  Either way it didn’t matter, she was always Mrs. McDonald to me.  Now that should have been the end of the story, but it wasn’t.

     Whenever I attended the Police college in nearby Aylmer I would visit with Mrs. McDonald, maybe take her out for dinner and see how she was doing.  There was also the phone calls to check in on her, somewhere along the way I became somewhat of an adopted son.

     It took a while but then Mrs. McDonald’s life took some bad turns.  She called me to tell me that her daughter had told her that she had to move in with her to help look after the children.  As well, she would have to sign over her disability cheque to them for room and board.  Mrs. McDonald didn’t want to do that and I assured her that she didn’t have to.  This resulted in much fighting and at one point she was assaulted by her daughter’s husband.  Then a man from the complex forced his way into her unit and sexually assaulted her, her dream home had become a nightmare.

    We found a place in nearby Smithville that had an Accessible Unit available, or at least it became available when I explained the situation to the program coordinator.  I called my dear and always reliable friend Larry and we rented a U-Haul and went down and moved her to Smithville.  This was about twenty minutes from where I lived and it made it easier for me to keep an eye on her.  She would join us for holiday gatherings and she made friends at the Legion Villa where she lived.

     As time wore on dementia started to set in, she would tell me about things being stolen from her unit but when I spoke with the person who ran the Villa she explained that it was likely that Mrs. McDonald was the one taking things, from herself and others.  Her neighbour was in contact with me frequently kept me updated on how things were going.  The neighbour called me one day and said she was worried as she didn’t think Mrs. McDonald had been out of bed for days, when I phoned Mrs. McDonald she assured me she was fine.  I drove there and found her in her bed, covered in her own filth, she didn’t want to go, but I wrapped her in blankets and took her to the hospital.  I think we both knew as I carried her out to my truck that she would never be coming back home to her apartment.  

     After a while of being in the Grimsby Hospital she was transferred to St. Peter’s Hospital in Hamilton, a long term care facility where she settled in.  As I was working in Hamilton it allowed me to stop in and see her more often on the way home from work, and take her out for walks in her wheelchair.  We would go in search of orange popsicles that she seemed to love.  In time she passed away there and so ended her rather sad story.

     The daughter suddenly reappeared when learning of the death but quickly disappeared again when she found out there was nothing in the will for her.  As per her wishes Mrs. McDonald was cremated and had no service, no obituary.  I wanted to memorialize her in some way, and I remembered that at the Villa she would spend hours sitting on her scooter down by the creek that ran through the property.  I would get excited reports of the birds, turtles and muskrats that kept her company there.  Arrangements were made for a bench and some plants to be installed where she has spent all that time.  I screwed a small plaque Memorializing her onto the bench.  Her neighbour and I met there one day, we spread her ashes around the bench and then we sat sharing memories of our time with Mrs. McDonald.  I think Mrs. McDonald would have approved.

     The thing I remember most about Mrs. McDonald was how grateful she was for any small thing that we would do for her.  It is a life lesson that she taught me, how to take joy in the small things despite all the challenges in your life.  

     There is a movie called Land which stars Robin Wright, in it a stranger saves a woman’s life, helps to bring her back from near death. When she was healthy again she asks him, “Why did you do all this for me?”, he replied “Because you were in my path.”  I love that line, that explanation.  There is just a gentle, mindful, rightness to it.  

     Who has stopped to help you while they traveled on their path, and who have you stopped to help while travelling on yours?

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OSRR: 3102

this is 1034 times 3.

i got up early today, got ready early, and brought joel in to work this morning. then i stopped at starbucks and went to work, where i sat in the parking lot on the phone with discover student loans getting my loans put on forbearance again because i simply do not make enough money. good news is we were successful and i got that all done before going inside. i was in at work by 9am.

basically right away i started helping people, even before i was supposed to be on the clock. but i figured screw it, might as well help since i'm here. so i did. and then i didn't have people leave my table until 3:45pm. nonstop for six and a half hours. i eventually was able to eat some tuna so o could get some protein in my system, so that was good, but i also ate a bunch of chocolate.

i made plans with some coworkers for tomorrow or thursday and then next tuesday, so i'm excited for those.

i also managed to catch up on filling out reports, which was good. i intend to be better at filing reports this year. so far so good.

after work, i got joel and we came back to the house. i learned friday is gonna be in the negatives, so the big bottles of water were brought in to keep them from freezing. in the meantime i went and took a nap because i was exhausted and 90% overstimulated and needed a goddamn break.

when my alarm went off i hit stop. joel came in shortly thereafter to ask about food. what i didn't realize that "shortly thereafter" wasn't shortly. it was an hour later. i have been so tired lately that i've been basically hallucinating things.

the other day i woke up at like 7:50am because i heard my mom calling me from downstairs. she called me twice, but my voice was sleep-weakened so i texted her instead. i stayed conscious enough to make sure that her phone received my texts and then i rolled over again and passed back out.

i later learned that my texts woke my mom up in the other room. and my texts didn't say what i thought they did. they were, more or less, incomprehensible.

i MEANT to say, "you called me? im still 90% asleep"

and then it was supposed to me "im still sleepy"

and when i realized nothing was right, i went "whatever" and put "zzzzzz" because Z's mean sleeping, right?

mom had no idea what i meant. which makes sense.

so me dreaming something happens and it not happening has gotten more frequent because of my exhaustion.

rip.

after my nap, i woke up and went to find something to eat. i decided on frosted flakes, because that shit slaps, but when i went in search of a spoon, i couldn't find one. the dishwasher was running and there were no spoons in either the drawer or the sink, so i walked around the kitchen in search of a suitable replacement. my consternation at not finding one was palpable.

and then, just when i was ready to give up,

i was blessed by the soup gods, the cereal gods, and the spoon gods alike.

there was a single spoon on the corner of the counter that had not been there moments before.

i looked at it, picked it up, and determined it was dirty, so i washed it so i could use it happily. i sat at the table and ate my cereal and it was really, really nice.

i was still hungry maybe an hour after eating it, though, and j pondered getting mcdonald's. but i made no move, because i was comfortable and i was finally writing again.

and then joel came upstairs around 10 to take a shower and said he hadn't eaten, so i offered to get mcdonald's. he pointed to where his wallet was and said i could use his debit card, so i grabbed my socks and my sweatshirt and my boots and i went to mcdonald's. came back 20 minutes later and we enjoyed hot fresh fries and ice cream and i went back to writing. it's now midnight 41 and we've happily eaten, i've written about a thousand or so words, and joel is sound asleep beside me.

it's been a long and busy and exhausting day, but it's been good.