#i use to rent a lot of games there as a kid. sometimes good. sometimes bad.

[skeletalheartattack]

drud that’s a family video you can’t buy games from there

just watch me. i whip my wallet and pull out an original holographic charizard pokemon card. yeah buddy. one of these for one luigi's mansion please. and some pikmin 1 and 2 as sides. and a laarge soda.

[captainuranium543]

Fairy tail headcannon a nobody wanted at all😊

- most of the dragon slayers+erza eat bugs regularly and it's gross AF to everyone

-Natsu because he grew up in the woods and they were like the number one abundant source of food, same for Wendy but she stopped for a while because Carla told her it was nasty (as soon as she joined the fairy tail guild she reverted so incredibly fast)

-gajeel pretends to thinks it's gross but secretly he really likes the taste he just doesn't wanna have that in common with natsu

- erza and Erik because in the evil slave tower where everyone was starving if you found a bug you ate it before anyone else could grab it from you.

- sting did not do that growing up but started when natsu told him it was good, he does not agree but does it anyway so natsu thinks he's cool

- rogue only tried it a couple times because frosch wanted to try it to be more like a frog and rogue is nothing if not supportive

- laxus grew up normal and thinks all of them are disgusting

- Lucy has the WORST financial skills. Legit they are awful. Everyone thinks she's always broke cuz of the tpd (team property damage) constantly making them lose their reward to repair bills but (while that is a factor) when Lucy sees smth cute that would look great in her apartment she just cannot help herself. Lucy will be so careful trying to save her money then she'll see a new set of stationary and goes "haha rent what rent"

- the hand me down game at fairy tail was fucking insane when they where kids. For levy and lisanna basically everything they owned had been passed down like 6 times already

- that red shirt natsu wore in the flashbacks? Before him it was erza's, and before her it was canas, and before her it was laxus.

- gray wears almost exclusively white jackets because jackets are expensive and if he loses them he would rather they be easy to spot so he can find them again rather then have to buy a new one

- sometimes people will invite erza places for the scary dog privilege when they dont want to be bothered by strangers. Erza has no idea thats the reason she just thought people really liked walking with her through rough parts of town in the middle of the night.

- Carla and lilly have insane beef, for no damn reason. Like both of them are fairly polite so neither will say it openly but every conversation between the two is the most passive aggressive petty insult battle you could imagine

- freed, levy, Lucy and later jellal have a book club where they all meet up and talk about whatever they're reading and play Scrabble and talk a lot of shit about their annoying ass friends.

- happy sometimes comes but he is under no circumstances allowed to bring natsu(he knows what he did)

- when erza met seigrain/jellal in the magic counsel she first tried to attack him, when that proved to be a bad idea she later started specifically destroying stuff under his jurisdiction to make sure he had to deal with as much paperwork as possible

- for her modelling, Mira used to use a very light spray of holy water to remove body hair because it burns it off💀

- wendy romeo and chelia are actually best friends like they are constantly hanging out together just to go do stuff

- erza and Erik hate each other for no reason at all. Like over that year that she worked with crime sorciere they where ALWAYS BEEFING. Every time they were near each other erza was thinking insults she knew he could hear and Erik was fighting for his life not to strangle her to death.

When erza became sclass she used to sit on the 5th step of the stairs because Mira wasn't allowed on those stairs yet and it really pissed her off. She was like, just barely out of reach, so Mira would stand at the bottom the stairs yelling death threats at her and erza would be like "whattt I'm not doing anything I don't even know what your talking about in literally just sitting what are you so mad about"

- when Warren invented cellphones, despite all of them looking like modern smartphones, freed somehow managed to get one that looked exactly like a Blackberry and refuses to get a different one

- Mira used to cut her siblings hair and because she didn't know any good haircuts yet her 2 options where 1- bald or 2- bowl cut. Hence lisannas horrifying cut as a child

[factual-fantasy]

24 asks!! :DD Thank you so much!! :}}

WAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THIS WAS SO SWEET I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY!! JUST- THANK YOU! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!! 💖💖😭💖😭😭💖💖

@annathefenecfox

I haven't watched the episodes she's in yet.. but I love her color palette! She looks really sweet :}💚💙💛

@spinelfan11

They would run XD

@supersecretnerd

Woof, she looks like hello kitty! <XD What even is she? A squirrel..? Geez, if I ever add her to my AU, she will definitely be getting a full fur color make over- XDD

(Also thank you!! :DD)

@rubydraft (Comic in question)

YES YES! That was very much intentional! :DD And the answer lies in the fazbands!

The animatronics can scan the Fazbands and get any important information about the child they might need. Such as the child's name, age, and which parent they belong to.

The Fazbands also act as a proof of purchase. If the the animatronic scans a child and no fazband is detected, that child must be brought to an employee. As there is no current proof that the child has had their admission paid. Hence why Gregory has a red outline, he has no fazband!

The blue kids all have standard fazbands. As every kid is given when they enter the pizzaplex.

But if its your kids birthday, they are given a special fazband that has them show up differently in the animatronics scanners. This tells the animatronics that the golden kids are the birthday boys/girls! And they will address the child as such if they ever encounter them. :)

(Also there's an Easter egg in one of those panels that no ones pointed out yet.. 👀)

Oh yeah, there's a lot of em. :( But the animatronics don't have to worry about them. They have handlers to watch over them and keep angry Karen's/crowds away.

I haven't really figured out their whole schtick yet..

I think in the partial swap they haven't changed much. Although Monty is a kindler gentler Monty. With Foxy by his side he's simmered down some. And his theme is a little different than before.

Roxy I think is more of a recluse in the partial swap, like original Monty is.

As for the true swap.? I haven't really figured it all out yet. Thinking that Roxy is a golfer and Monty is a racer..? I haven't thought it all through yet <XD

@wolfie-777

Off the top of my head I have these two Minecraft wolf OCs that I made a while back :00 I cant remember any others if I happen to have them-

@itschrisboys

:D Thanks!

@wdillustration

XD I wont draw that today, but maybe sometime I'll draw him giving someone a big ol bear hug :)

@acedgola

:DD Hiii!! I use FireAlpaca! Its got some problems but at least its free! Its easy to learn but also has enough tools to be used by a professional! You can also animate with it if you have the patience to figure out how to use it XD

Overall, 7.5/10 would recommend FireAlpaca!

(Post in question)

I'm not a hardcore fan, but yes! I do love the little korbo :}} And those are some Kirby slippers I got for Christmas! :D

They're my artist hands! And I'm not sure what you mean.. 11 hands is a perfectly normal number of hands to have!

Right.?

I just imagined Glamrock Freddy having an imaginary friend that looks a lot like a purple/blue bunny.. :( 💔

@softkidlavender

My beautiful eyeballs have been known to lure people to my blog XDD (Also thank you! :DD)

@basementdregon101

:DD I'm glad you like it!! :}}}

@rockbott0m47

A fant. Its often mispronounced as "fart"

@ardent-38 (Comic in question)

WAAAA I REMEMBER THOSE TAGS!!! I SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING IN THE COMMENTS- WAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! IT WAS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY AND IT STILL LIVES RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN 💖😭💖

AND THANK YOU AGAIN!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY GOLDEN BOYS AND MY OCTONAUTS STUFF!! WAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭💖💖💖

AAAA THANK YOU!! :DD I'm so glad you like them!! :}}}

@fizzy-stars

XD I'm glad you felt inspired by me to bring those OCs back! And I hope that bite tasted good XDD

<XD It'd be more like;

Classic Bonnie: "Dude, what happened to you?

Swap Bonnies: "😒......"

It's all fun and games until I emerge ominously in the background with a snowball the size of a car XD

Everyone starts looking through the cookies and trying to figure out which one they want. Meanwhile I push everyone aside and snag all the peanut butter ones XD

[bighairyballsharry]

"A downpayment for your love" - Rafayel x Reader

Here you can keep up with this fanfic: Part 2

*** This is a fanfiction based on the Love and Deepspace mobile game. The original story has been altered according to what I had in mind regarding a love scenario with Rafayel. In this, the MC (aka you, the reader, hi there) did not grow up with Zayne. I will try to write it gender neutral, but it will have more feminine takes on you as the MC of my story. ***

You were always poor. Especially after the wanderer attack 14 years ago, when you lost your family. You were left to fend for yourself. Sure, people from the community that knew your parents tried to help you while growing up, but it was never for free. Everybody had to pull in their weight one way or another. You had to either take care of their kids or their houses, make yourself useful in a way.

You learned at a very young age that everything has a price in this world. Even as a young tween, you would often dream about what life would have been if the attack never took place. Maybe your parents would have been the ones working their asses off in order to provide for you, like the other parents in the community are doing for their offsprings.

Growing up, you would look at the families you worked for, wishing sometimes that it was you in their children's place. You were happy to be able to work for your future and collect money, but something deep inside always yearned for the comfort of a family and financial support. It didn't matter anymore, you learned to hide that deep inside, hoping that one day your kids will never have to feel what you have been through. You were putting in all this hardwork for your future family.

You worked through your teenage years. You were always booked, therefore you hadn't had much time to spare for a higher education, or any education at all. Working various jobs, you managed to rent yourself a small studio flat at the ripe age of 18. This way you stopped depending on your parents' friends, finally starting to live on your own and start preparing for your future family.

After working in a few bakeries and trading goods, you decided to focus on just caretaking jobs that would include cleaning and cooking for the elderly, sometimes babysitting. You found out that this was an area that suited you best. After all, you were a very caring person with a big heart. You were longing to fill the void, even if you had to do it by taking care of other people's needs. At least you were getting paid for that and hell, you needed all the money you could get.

"Hey, (Y/N)! How's business?" One of your childhood friends asked. You were taking care of their family's bakery shop for the weekend.

"Depends, mine or yours? I'd say good since I managed to snatch a few clients from your regulars." You said winking jokingly. "Not a lot of people came by today. Maybe tomorrow. I will make sure to stock the bread properly so it doesn't go stale until your dad comes back. I still don't know how to bake properly, so I will sell the stock you've left for this weekend." You smiled at your friend.

"Don't worry about it too much. You are doing us a huge favour by keeping the bakery open for us while we are away." Your friend smiled as they brought in another basket of freshly baked goods. "This should be enough until sunday."

You gave a small nod, cleaning the counter. You were happy to be helpful, even if you worked for free this time. They did provide a shelter for you while growing up, you want to pay them back in your own way.

"Haven't gotten many gigs lately?" Your friend asked as they wiped their hands on a rag.

"I got one new gig, in Linkon. There is an old lady needing a caretaker. I am going on a trial on monday, her granddaughter said she will pay me for that day." You explained eagerly. Indeed, on your terms you were finally breaking through. You made it all the way to Linkon City! Sure, it's a 3 hours train trip, but you were finally able to work in the city, were opportunities to find rich clients were endless.

"Isn't that too little for the 3 hours trip? Your rate is not gonna be able to cover the cost." Your friend hummed, not sure if you made the right choice.

You eyes gleamed with pride. "It's in Linkon, and the payment is 5 times my rate!" For you it was a lot, but for a normal Linkon citizen it was quite a small price. But then again, you were working in a very unfortunate village to begin with, you were not aware that you could win more than that for the services you gave out.

"No way! We barely make that in 3 days, yet you make it in one day?!" Your friend was stunned.

You smiled happily. You were now sure that you finally made it. You felt it in your bones, your luck was about to change!

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It was monday morning. You left your village at 4 in the morning to get to Linkon City at 7 o'clock sharp. You were supposed to get to the client's house around 10:30 in the morning, so you wanted to make sure that you will find your way in time. You were hired by a young woman around your age. She is starting her career as a Deepspace Hunter and her grandmother is growing weak, so she wants someone to be by her side while she is away during the day. You were on trial for the dsy and if everything went well, you could be coming in almost everyday. You were excited. You were wearing your church clothes, in hopes to make a good first impression. With the money you were gonna get for the first day, you could buy material to make at least 2 new dresses. Your village is extremely cheap, so for you, today's payment was like a lottery win.

You were walking around and gawking. Everything looked like a dream. You could not believe your eyes the contrast between Linkon City and your village. Your village looked like a nuclear waste field compared to this city. You were starting to feel like you were out of place, as your clothes were really old and sewn together to last longer.

Finally, you arrived at your client's house. It was 10 o'clock. Better to be early than late. You approached the door and gave it a knock.

"Ah, coming!" You heard a woman's voice. Judging by the youthfull tone, you thought this might be the granddaughter that hired you. "Hello, this is-..." The door opened to reveal a thin girl with brown hair. She looked at you with a smile as she presented herself. You quickly bowed your head, straightening the material of your clothes.

"H-Hello, this is (Y/N)! You hired me to care for your grandmother." You explained a bit nervous. As you stood up, the girl smiled at you warmly.

"Perfect, you are early!" She chuckled a bit. Her remark made you feel flustered, maybe you should've waited 30 more minutes. "Come in. It's good you came early, I got a call from the Hunters Association, I have to go in earlier than normal. You coming earlier gives me a chance to also meet you before entrusting you with grandma." She smiled.

Her words were reassuring, her voice and antics making you feel welcomed. You walked inside, shy, folliwing her around the house. She took you to the living room where an old lady was sat in a green armchair.

"Grandma, this is (Y/N). She is here to look after you while I'm away." The girl walked next to her grandma and leaned forward to talk to her, while taking hold of her hand gently. The old lady looked at you, squinting her eyes before putting on her glasses. She smiled once she was able to finally make out your face.

"Oh, hi, dear." The old lady smiled gently. "I am Josephine, it is nice to meet you. My, but your blouse reminds me of how my daughter used to dress when she was around your age." She said genuinely excited. It took you by surprise, and it made you feel a bit self conscious, but you smiled politely.

You sat and chat for half an hour, before Josephine's granddaughter had to leave. Things seemed to workout properly, so you were excited for the actual work to finally start. Once it was only you and Josephine you got in the 'zone', started cleaning up around the house, made food for Josephine and made sure to prepare dinner so her granddaughter had something for when she came home later at night.

You chatted with the old lady and helped her walk around the neighbourhood. You listened to her as she would tell you stories from her youth and sharing wisdom. Of course, you also answered her questions as she tried to find out more about you and your life.

"Poor little thing." Josephine cooed as you helped her sit down on her armchair. You perked your head up, puzzled. "My granddaughter lost her parents too after that unfortunate day, 14 years ago... I took care of her as if she was my own." The old lady went on, her voice warm and comforting. "Even though you went through all that, you managed to keep yourself a clean soul." She smiled at you as she place a hand over yours, keeping you in place, next to her side. "Never taint your heart, my dear, not even for money. I'm sure one day, God will answer to all your prayers." Her words warmed up your heart, almost bringing you to tears. You were glad to have met such a kind person.

"Thank you, Josephine. Hope he will take care of all of us." You muttered in return quietly, holding in big emotions.

After that day, you were called in regularily. You would go there almost everyday, always finishing by 4 in the afternoon, making it in time for taking care of your other clients back in the village.

One day, as you were getting ready to leave Josephine's house for the day, her granddaughter came earlier than usual.

"Hi, (Y/N)!" She greeted you. She walked in followed by a man with light brown hair in a gray suit. Before you could greet her back, she started talking to the man. "I will bring it right away, I didn't even realise he hid it in my bag!" She exclaimed rushing upstairs.

"Artists, always temperamental, always causing ruckus." The man said with a sigh, folding his arms in front of him. "I am deeply sorry to bother you about it, but he threw a tantrum over it not being in his studio anymore." The man pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't be there 24/7, I have to go and take care of the business part, make sure he sells and promotes the right charities."

You listened closely. Everything the man spoke about sonded so strange to you. 'Business' and 'charities' were words thrown in your favourite shows by rich people. You were curious to find more, but you were in no position to ask. You tended to Josephine until her granddaughter was free so you could bid her good night before leaving.

"Here you go." Josephine's granddaughter came back downstairs. She was holding on to a big toy-like charm that looked like a puffer fish. "Why'd he hide it in my bag?" She asked, her brows furrowed in annoyance.

"If I knew how his brain was wired, I'd break it open and rewire it properly." The man answered, exasperated. "I'm so grateful, you have no idea. He is starting to get worse, throwing tantrums over tantrums. The studio is always a mess and he never seems to eat properly. The man has access to ordering anything his heart desires, yet he acts as if it's a mystery to pick up the damn phone!" The man boomed, letting out his frustration. He took a sharp breath in and rubbed his eyes with his palm. "Again, I'm really sorry to dump all this on you, but I'm starting to get to my wit's end. It's like he needs a babysitter. Even this 'bodyguard' charade, it's just him acting out. Why does he need so much attention? Why is he getting worse?"

"I'm sorry, Thomas. I see that you care about him, it's okay to feel frustrated. You shouldn't feel bad. Maybe you should get him an actual babysitter." Josephine's granddaughter laughed as she said the last sentence, patting the man gently on the shoulder. "At least for the weekend, so you can finally rest."

"There's no person in this world capable to put up with his insufferable temper." The man named Thomas groaned.

You were growing a bit impatient, as it was starting to be a little over 4 o'clock and you were about to lose the train back. "Excuse me, miss-..." You started awkwardly, trying to sound polite.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" The young woman said your name, almost as if she forgot you were there, and smiled as she shook her head. "Oh, my god!" She clasped a hand on Thomas's shoulder excited, then turned back to look at you. "(Y/N), do you have experience with toddlers?" She asked, hopeful. Thomas looked at her confused. "(Y/N) takes care of my grandmother, she is amazing!" She explained.

"Are you sure you want her to still work for you? Don't send her my way or you might lose her after she spends one hour with him." The man pinched the bridge of his nose again, groaning. "He is capable to ruin everything when he puts his mind to it." He sighed.

You were a bit shocked, the man seemed to have issues with his father. You figured it must be his old father on the verge of dementia, causing a lot of trouble. You were experienced with such cases, especially with the ones that act out like todlers.

"I have worked with dementia patients before." You answered smiling, hoping to snatch another job. From the sound of it, you could make a lot of money if the job went well, they sounded rich. At least this Thomas fellow looked rich.

Josephine's granddaughter and Thomas remained frozen for a moment. The young woman started laughing, while Thomas huffed amused and shook his head.

"Sounds perfect. Thomas, would you like to give it a try?" She chuckled as she nudged the man.

"I didn't think this day would come. I mean, I knew it might happen, but not so soon." He said, defeated. "Are you free this weekend?"

*** Hi hello, leaving a little note. I will write this as a multiple part story. Not sure if it will get anyone's attention, but in case you made it this far, hope you enjoyed this. Thank you for giving this a chance and I will try my best to not disappoint.

I'm not sure if anyone is OOC, maybe Josephine, but hey, in my version, roles are a bit reversed and Josephine and the game's MC are normal people, while YOU, my MC, are special ☆

[https-harlow]

Single Hearts Part 3- Play Dates That Turn To Real Dates

Summary - Sage and Jack have a play date for their kids, Charlotte and Melody, and during the play date, Jack asks Sage on an actual date.

As much as Jack and Sage wanted Charlotte and Melody’s play date to be that weekend, Sage had already made plans to go to Lexington, Kentucky for the weekend with Charlotte to visit family. Luckily, they were both free the next weekend, and Jack ended up renting out a nearby children’s arcade for a couple of hours.

Jack and Sage pulled into the arcade’s parking lot at the same time, helping their kids out of the car before Charlotte and Melody ran to hug each other. They had recess together at school and ever since they learned about their play date they had been best friends. Jack and Sage followed closely behind their daughters.

“Hey, how are you?” Jack asked as he approached Sage.

“I’m good, how are you?” Sage asked.

“I’m great, Melody has been talking non-stop about this play date,” Jack said and Sage laughed softly.

“So has Charlotte. Are we here early?” Sage asked, since the usually full parking lot was empty.

“No, I uh, I rented out the arcade for a few hours. Since I’m in the music industry, sometimes people recognize me, and I didn’t want you or Charlotte to have to deal with that. Melody and I are used to it, but it can be weird at first.”

“You didn’t have to do that, but thank you. Can I pay you back for half?” Sage asked and Jack immediately shook his head.

“No, don’t worry about it.”

“Daddy, can we go in now?” Melody asked, pulling on Jack’s arm.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Jack said as Melody and Charlotte cheered, running to the door. 

Once they were inside, Jack confirmed their reservation, getting both kids their bands. They let the kids run around, playing whatever games they wanted, as they sat on a nearby bench so they could supervise.

“So, if I remember right, you said you were from Nashville?” Jack asked and Sage nodded.

“Yeah, I grew up there, my parents moved to Lexington when I was 19, and I stayed behind but ended up moving to Lexington shortly after I had Charlotte, then a couple of years later I’m living here now.”

“You know, I can totally hear a slight Tennessee accent when you talk,” Jack said, and Sage laughed.

“That’s so funny that you pointed it out because everyone else says I’ve lost my accent over time.”

“It’s slight, but it’s there.”

“So, you say you’re in the music industry, what exactly do you do?” Sage asked, bringing the topic off of herself.

“Uh, I’m a rapper,” Jack said. He wasn’t planning on telling Sage exactly what he did until she got to know him better. “It’s not a big deal or anything though.”

“That’s so cool, though, what’s the thing you’re most proud of? Or like your biggest achievement?” Sage asked.

“Off of the top of my head? Probably my Grammy nominations.”

“Wait, that’s so exciting and a huge deal Jack. Don’t underestimate yourself like that.”

“I just don’t want to, I don’t know, sometimes it’s hard to meet people when you’re famous.”

“Yeah, I understand that, but you still don’t have to downplay yourself. You’re allowed to brag about your accomplishments.”

Melody and Charlotte came running over to where Jack and Sage were sitting.

“Mommy, come play with us!” Charlotte said, pulling on Sage’s arm.

“Yeah, Daddy, help us with the basketball game,” Melody said. Jack and Sage got up, following their daughters. Once they reached the game the girls wanted to play, Jack picked up Melody so she was tall enough to throw the ball into the hoop.

“Mommy, pick me up too!” Charlotte said and Sage picked her up. As soon as the game started counting down, the girls started throwing the basketballs. They both got one in.

“Mommy and Melody’s daddy’s turn!” Charlotte said.

“You can call me Jack,” Jack told Charlotte, and she nodded.

“Mommy and Jack’s turn,” Charlotte said. 

“Yeah!!” Melody agreed. Jack and Sage set their daughters down. 

“Just so you know, I’m a pretty good basketball player,” Jack said, teasingly.

“I haven’t played basketball since elementary school when we were forced to,” Sage said, both her and Jack laughing.

They started the game, both of their daughters cheering for them to win. Jack purposely missed a couple shots, letting Sage win. Charlotte cheered excitedly, celebrating with Sage, before the girls ran off to play another game.

“You let me win, didn’t you?” Sage asked Jack.

“I couldn’t let you lose in front of your daughter,” Jack said, pushing her shoulder jokingly. Sage leaned against the arcade machine.

“Yeah, or you’re not as good of a basketball player as you claim to be,” She teased.

“Okay, okay, now that’s going too far,” Jack joked.

“I’ll apologize when I see proof otherwise,” Sage joked.

“To be fair, I’m better at soccer, but I’ll prove it to you one day.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“And I’ll be waiting for you to let me take you on a date. A proper date, without the kids.” Jack said, and Sage looked at him confused.

“Aren’t you and Penelope married, or dating, something?” Sage asked, and Jack laughed softly, shaking his head.

“No, we used to be married, but we got divorced about five years ago when Melody was two,” Jack explained.

“Oh, I just assumed since you two seem so, I don’t know the word, you just don’t seem divorced.”

“A lot of people think that at first, but nothing really happened between us, we just both realized we weren’t right for each other, I mean, it was awkward for a little while of course, but we’ve gotten over that now.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“How about tomorrow night? If Charlotte’s dad can’t watch her, or anyone else, since it's so last minute, Penelope offered to watch her, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Yeah, if she’s okay with it, I think that would be best. Her dad’s not involved and all my family is in 

Lexington, I’m sure one of my friends would watch her, but Melody and her seem to be enjoying their time together, so I’m sure they’d love another play date.”

“Her dad isn’t in the picture at all? Sorry, that’s inappropriate of me to ask, forget I even said anything.”

“No, I don’t mind talking about it. Char’s dad and I broke up shortly after I found out I was pregnant, he had cheated on me. He stayed involved for most of my pregnancy, until maybe a month or so before I had her. He chose to not be involved since. I’ve given him several opportunities, I let him know when I was in labor, when she was born, everything, but I can’t force him to be involved. I still give him opportunities to this day to be involved, but he always chooses not to be, so I just don’t tell her about it.”

“I’m so sorry, I can’t even imagine doing that to someone and just living my life like my own child doesn’t exist.”

“I don’t get it either, but I can only do so much, and I guess it’s better that he’s not involved rather than being in and out so she doesn’t know about it.”

“Yeah, and I can already tell you are an amazing mom, neither you nor Charlotte need someone like him anyway.”

Before Sage could respond, Melody and Charlotte ran up to their parents.

“You ask.” Melody said to Charlotte.

“No, you. You’re older.” Charlotte argued and Melody sighed.

“Can we get ice cream?”

“Yeah, we can.” Jack agreed before looking over at you, you pulled out your phone to look at the time.

“Yeah, we have time to get ice cream,” Sage said, and the girls cheered.

“Want to go now? You can keep playing, but we only have about 10 more minutes here.”

“Now!” Both girls said excitedly. Jack and Sage nodded as Charlotte and Melody ran to the door. Jack held the door open for them and as Sage walked out the door, her hand brushed Jack’s, both of their hearts fluttering as they pretended not to notice.

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[callofdudes]

what about 141 with reader who's very old-school. Listens to metal and rock, dresses like a rocker from the 80s, has cassette tapes and vinyls, doesn't use technology etc. I'm like that and everyone always makes fun of me. 😭

That's cool as shit. Also I'm sorry I kind of sidetracked and I wasn't really sure how to approach this... so if it's not what you wanted anon I'm very sorry.

Price 🥃

He thinks it's very cool. He doesn't meet a lot of recruits who aren't glued to their cellphones all the time. Of course while you couldn't get around not having one, you preferred not to use it. It was something he liked about you. Something that made you you.

Now... He would be lying if he said going into your room or your office makes him feel old as shit. Like really fucking old.

He pulls a vinyl record off your shelf and whistles in surprise. "Hey I used to have this..." And then it hits him. "Oh..." He's so bloody old.

He walks out of there with trauma. Every time he sees you walking around with a walkman or sees that Nokia you have displayed on your shelf he has a mid life crisis.

He likes the old songs you listen to, and hearing how you know the words to every 80's song really does bring him back to when his father would play it. Wasn't a huge memory, but it was something familiar in a way.

For your birthday he finds an old record player, yes, he was searching forever. But he found an old record player so now you could play the vinyls how they were intended.

And oh dear Lord the cassette tapes. He got PTSD from going to blockbuster and finding out no one had rewinded the tape before he rented it. Nightmares. Nightmares!! He picks one up and relays the horrors of going to blockbuster at eight at night, getting out near ten for your movie night and finding out you had to spend half an hour rewinding the bloody tape.

He had a lot to say about cassette tapes.

As far as your clothes go he doesn't really think about it much. He thinks some of them are impractical for training and such, along with questioning their durability. But whatever you want to wear he doesn't much care.

Sometimes Price hears the other recruits making fun of you. And he doesn't really understand it. It's nothing different from an older generation saying kids are stuck to their phones. What mattered was you liked it, and you were happy. Simple as that.

A good slap on the wrist from Captain Price gets them to shut up for a while.

He likes that you live how you want to despite the mean people around you.

Ghost 💀

Ghost never really had any technology even when it did start to come out late 80's early 90's. He does remember his brother eventually getting a phone and the old Gameboy he had at one point.

Yes. He is old enough. He had a walkman. The childhood memories he got from seeing that thing was horrendous. He remembered how after a while of trying to block out any noise with them, (which they weren't good for) his ears would start to hurt.

But it wasn't bad. He liked seeing the old vinyls and you seemed to know more than he did. Which wasn't a surprise really.

Your office reminded him of his father's in a way. The back shelf behind your chair stacked neatly with the rows of vinyls and their covers all so well taken care of. The record player from Price off in the corner whenever you wanted some music on just to relax.

They never watched many movies when he was younger, but he remembered when his brother would take his hand and guide him down the rows of shelves in the local blockbuster before their shared curfew so they could get some movies, and Tommy would usually try to sneak a more adult film in between the children's classics and things of that nature.

Your room also gives him PTSD. But only in the way of remember how awful it was. How the static on the tv would make the inside of his brain itch or how uncomfortable those walkman headphones were. Or remembering that space invaders game his brother would play when he was little. A lot of memories he didn't expect to have triggered.

But he thinks it's really cool. He recognizes bands that were really popular. Maybe you were a Rolling Stones kinda kid, maybe you were more into Metallica and such. Hell even Nirvana though it's more early 2000's.

(he might even steal one of your posters) shhh, you saw nothing!

You two jam out a lot. As a rock fan it would be only fair that the two of you were to listen to music together.

Loves your clothes. If they would ever fit him he'd steal them from you. But I don't think he'd so easily slip into them. Something he's sad about.

But if he ever hears anyone talking bad about you he's ready to give someone a good talk with the sharp end of his knuckles. Seriously, if they have the balls to talk shit about his sergeant, his friend, he's coming for them.

He won't let them tell you you're weird or other things because you're being who you want to be. Their just cowards.

Gaz 🧢

Now I think this one is tricky. Kyle was born roughly around when Walkmans started to become less popular so he never had any of the things Price or Simon did. However he did have an old cassette receiver where he used to watch old movies his grandma had bought or played some of the old games.

But your room. He loves your room. All the posters of old bands and records. The cassette player for your movies and stuff.

You also had a guitar that you occasionally played, he really liked that.

All the retro stuff like game figurines and what have you. All the cool clothes you have. If that really comfy AC/DC sweater you have goes missing. It's not a gremlin, just Gaz.

Also willing to just come to your room and jam out with your music. Also brings over some of his old games and convinces you to play them with him.

He thinks it is cool. You carry around a walkman and an old radio player for music and he enjoys them.

He is mostly interested in the bands you're into. He doesn't open up a whole lot but when he sees you playing these old songs he feels happy coming to you with CDs of jazz songs and older songs he likes to listen to. And it helps you two bond.

Let's be honest, he steals more of your old retro stuff from you than everyone else. Which is a surprise. He'll always leave you a little note telling you which tape set he stole or which thing he took from the dark reaches of your closet and how long he plans to have it be stolen for.

But you guys are besties like that. He wouldn't do it if he knew you wouldn't be even a little comfortable.

He's a property stealer just as much as Johnny is. That's the point. It just takes certain stuff for him to want to borrow it.

If he hears people bullying you, he's either squaring up right there. His gun does all the talking. He doesn't have to say anything, a good barrel in the face usually has them quieting down.

His second option is to cyber bully them to hell and back. So you're in good hands. Don't let those things get to your head or Gaz is gonna do some insane shit.

Soap 🧼

Doesn't know what half the shit in your room is. He's a baby, born just when that stuff started to fade from mainstream media and his pea sized brain couldn't register any of it.

A walkman? What the fuck is that?

Cassette tape?? Blockbuster?? What the actually fuck are you telling him. He's a smart little cookie but he's lost on this one. Like couldn't you just get a CD??

He isn't arrogant about it. But growing up in a traditional Scottish household he didn't have technology. He didn't have his first phone until 15, so he doesn't know what half these things are.

Hanging around Simon he knows the bands like AC/DC and Metallica, more 90's groups but he knows. He's seen a vinyl in his dad's room before but that's about it.

Loves your clothes. Absolutely loves them! He is dying to wear them, if they'll fit him that is... Maybe he'll buy something similar.

Is the guy who will buy a Nirvana shirt and know none of the songs just so he can match with you.

Again, a little property stealer. Snags a poster or two thinking you won't notice. A sweater or two during the fall. And if they don't fit him he's buying the exact same one off Amazon for 30$ don't test him.

He likes to learn about all the music you like. As the kid who was also raised in the outdoors. Sacrificing his life for little league football and Scouting in Scotland. He totally understands you not having the biggest hook over technology.

He doesn't really either.

The technology people of your group are surprisingly (not really) Ghost and Gaz. Give Johnny a few bombs and an open field and he's a happy camper. No technology required.

So he thinks it's awesome too. He definitely likes your style and always wants to know more. He wants to get into your hobbies and know all the knowledge he possibly can.

Tell. Him. Everything.

He's feral. If he hears any nonsense they better get ready to square up right there and then. He's tired of hearing people discredit others so a good punch without warning and those idiots are knocked out.

But he's also the prankster, so you give him a name and he will torture that recruit and their friends for a month with the insane stuff he can pull.

Price knows it's Soap, but without the recruits having concrete proof there is nothing to be done. And he thinks it's hilarious this time around.

[scoops-aboy86]

literally so happy to hear you have wide open asks.... I LOVE the idea you brought up about Steve gaining weight just kinda slowly and steadily because he loves to eat and is tired of denying himself....... and how might Eddie respond to this newly relaxed and bigger Steve?

Hi, hello! Yeah, Steve needs a break, man. Those regularly unscheduled beatings take a toll, he’s just tired. I read something once that referred to him gaining weight after the Upside Down stuff is done for good as his “peace body” and that lives in my brain rent free. 

I hope this answers your question because I kind of got carried away:

Eddie loves relaxed Steve, especially as he unlearns some of his own “jocks bad nerds good” and “popular bad outcast good” dichotomies that he’s built up as part of his armor over the years. Steve, he realizes, is not just a good dude, but a chill dude too. 

Sure, he’s a little fussy about his hair, and sometimes his clothes—complains a little when his polos start not quite fitting the way they used to, although Eddie personally can’t see any problem with that. Steve is just hot, okay? He was hot in gym class in those little green shorts, in basketball games in those little white shorts, and he’s just as hot (if not even prettier) lounging back with a joint in one hand, a soda in the other, and a little sliver of belly peeking out the bottom of his shirt. Because he’s happier now. Cozy. Eddie takes any opportunity he can get to lay his head on Steve’s lap because he has just the best thighs. 

Meanwhile, Steve—who’s only fussing because he’s had a thing for Eddie ever since “dontcha, big boy” launched him into a sexuality crisis last March, and he’s used to getting dates because he looks good, so he wants to look good—just sort of melts any time Eddie leans or lays on him. This has occasionally made him late for work or picking up Robin or the kids, but more often it just means that he asks “Can you get me…” a lot. Which is difficult for him to do! Because he’s used to the idea that he can take care of himself, and he can take care of other people, but why should other people have to take care of him? But he can and has sat still for hours if it means that Eddie gets in a decent nap, or is enjoying the movie that’s on, or whatever. If he has to go to the bathroom, he’ll hold it. Robin teases him that her dad is the same way about the family cat… which kind of indirectly leads to Steve learning that Eddie loves head scritches. (He totally white lies to her and says that Eddie asked him to do that, but actually he did it one time without thinking and Eddie asked him in a slightly hoarse voice to do that again. And then got up shortly afterwards to go to the bathroom, allowing Steve to stretch his legs and take a bathroom break of his own.)

And it’s only a matter of time, what with the gradually waning nightmares as it finally sinks in that the danger is over, the not being on alert all the time, the fact that Steve is no longer a teenager or on any sports teams, the recreational smoking, the metalhead lapcat… Only a matter of time before Eddie settles into place and feels where Steve’s tummy is starting to encroach on his spot. 

It’s after a small party (just the older UD crew) when everyone else but Robin has already gone home, and he’s just high and sleepy and a little tipsy enough to roll over and snuggle in without thinking about it, nuzzling that sliver of tan skin and chest hair and just breathing Steve in with a happy sigh. His body feels floaty enough that he vaguely thinks that Steve must have carried him upstairs to his bedroom, and this is Steve’s pillow or something. 

Steve is frozen in place, eyes absolutely huge, staring across the living room to where Robin is watching this happen from the kitchen doorway with an amused smirk on her face. When Eddie brings his hand up to hug the “pillow” closer, Steve mouths “Help me” at her. 

She shrugs and spreads her hands like, “What do you want me to do?”

He tries to use eyebrow movements and hand gestures to remind her that of the three of them she’s smoked and drank the least, so she should have the functioning brain cell right now, not him. Because he’s pretty crossfaded too, and fairly full after getting the munchies and going to town on the pizza they’d ordered for the party, and now there’s a cute dude cuddling his belly and it feels good and he’s going to have a reaction soon—

“I don’t need to know about that,” Robin shout-whispers vehemently, and backs into the kitchen mouthing “la-la-la-lesbian” and “I can’t hear you.” Steve vows to write her out of his will. Not that he has one, but still.

Eddie rouses a moment later because his brain is starting to catch up to the fact that it’s not fabric he’s drooling on here. When he half sits up he’s face to face with a very flustered Steve, who is chewing on his plush bottom lip and Eddie wants to, like, help him with that. And then he looks down, and probably part of what woke him up is that his nuzzling has pushed Steve’s shirt up a little more than usual, and also yep, that’s a boner.

They make eye contact. 

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie blurts out, because he definitely wants to and he thinks, based on the boner and the fact that Steve hasn’t shoved him away yet, that maybe Steve does too. 

“You’d better,” Steve blurts back, cheeks flaming, because he already has Eddie’s spit drying on his skin. He’s totally flustered and doesn’t even have time to run a hand through his hair before Eddie is straddling his lap, cradling his face gently in both hands, and drawing him into a clumsy but earnest kiss.

They spend the rest of the night kissing and cuddling and talking on the couch, still a little giggly from their highs and Eddie snagging more things for Steve to eat whenever Steve seems even the tiniest bit hungry, because he just looks so happy whenever he’s relaxed and enjoying his food. And if he sneaks some belly rubs in there too, no one else has to know.

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[its-been-rose]

HEADCANONS FOR SILLY RADIO MAN GAME

Henry

- calls his mom “Ma”

- Is selectively mute and only talks to his mother or others when there is no possible way to avoid it. Hates talking.

- Likes slasher horror films

- the mamas boy to end all mama’s boys, would basically only listen to his mother and no one else

- Got into crazy fights as a child because he would not take shit from anyone and had attitude issues, especially if the slight was against his mom

- Had a reputation in school for being a weird violent kid who never talks.

- Has like no friends

- Looks extremely similar to his mother and almost nothing like his father (despite Marie saying otherwise)

- Middle name is George (was going to be Theodor like his dad but Marie thought it was kinda lame lol)

Marie

- middle name is(was?) Reagan (exorcist reference)

- She dealt with hardships in life (difficulty making rent, Henry getting sick, etc.) by going on tirades about how everything wrong with her life is because of the people in GC and they all deserved to die. Blamed all of her problems (more or less rightfully so) on the people who wronged her

- Loved Henry to the bone but was too mentally ill to see she was destroying him and any chance he had at a future

- Ever since Whistling Night ‘68, she got terrible nightmares that would wake her up constantly

- Quite tall

- Secretly jacked, poured all the spiteful energy she could muster into learning how to kick ass

George

- sometimes had emotional regulation issues and outbursts of intense rage for example, when he lost a game (never directed at anyone, always just within himself or taken out on objects like a ball or a tree) which was taken out of context and used as evidence that he was a violent delinquent.

- In reality was extremely gentle and sweet and wouldn’t hurt anyone.

- Was kind of introverted and would take a long time to open up to other kids so people in his classes didn’t really know him that well despite him being involved in a lot of extracurriculars. Kept to himself (or with Jason and Marie)

- Blonde

Ricky

- is a redhead (auburn?) and has freckles

Max

- is a golden retriever

- Is a good boy

Leslie

- totally has a crush on Sara (is it unrequited? Do they get together? The world may never know!)

- Is Latina

Sara Martinez

- is also Latina (is this a headcanon if her name is literally Sara Martinez lol??)

The Stines

- Got married right out of high school (I swear we see a wedding invite in the game in the chuck puzzle and can’t recall for the life of me what year it says)

- Were high school sweethearts like George and Marie were

Eugene

- inherited his poor eyesight from his father

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC interview

Thanks to @leahnardo-da-veggie here and @mysticstarlightduck here!

Rules: answer the following questions in the POV of an OC!

I need to work on Ash... So I'll do her... Wish me luck!

Are you named after anyone?

“Not that I know of.”

When was the last time you cried?

“I don't really cry often, actually. Though sometimes I get this intense sadness. I don't know if it's from me being an empath. But sometimes I'll have a telepathic dream, you could say.”

Do you have kids?

“Hahaha, no. I'm thirteen.”

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“No, not a lot. I prefer to say what I mean.”

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

“Not entirely sure. Maybe approximate age or their outfit or something. I guess I'll pick up on some psychic vibe.”

What’s your eye colour?

“Green. I really like that part of me, actually.”

Scary movies or happy endings?

“Big fan of scary movies, actually. I find them really fun.”

Any special talents?

“I play the euphonium. I'm into robotics. I win most board games I play. Excerpt Mouse Trap. God, I hate that game. Also, our school rents archery equipment sometimes, and I was the best aim. I think I'm also getting pretty good at telepathy.”

Where were you born?

“I finally asked my mom directly. I was born in Alium. Sector 9.”

Do you have any pets?

“No. But I would love a dog.”

What sort of sports do you play?

“My ex-stepdad taught me and Hannah baseball. The annoying part was that I liked it. But after he left I haven't gone back to it. I'd rather work on my other hobbies, anyway. But who knows? Maybe one day I'll take it up again. Or archery.”

How tall are you?

“I just passed 5'3, which makes me the tallest in my family except Mary. Alium heights are strange.”

What was your favourite subject in school?

“I'm still in school, so my favorite subject is science. Especially when it's hands-on. We got to dissect a chicken's wing a bit ago. It was awesome. You could even see where the bullet hit the chicken because of the way the bone was broken!”

What is your dream job?

“... I don't really think about the future that often. I guess something hands-on. Maybe robotics related.”

Eh, I'm still so unsure about Ash. I have no idea why she's so hard for me.

Other Ash: OC in three, OC questionnaire, two truths and a lie

Other interviews: Wade, Jazlyn, Gwen, Lexi, Carla, Carmen, Maddie, Liam

Tagging @katwritesshit @writeouswriter @little-mouse-gardens @buffythevampirelover @willtheweaver

+ ANYONE ELSE

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Are you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What’s the first thing you notice about people? What’s your eye colour? Scary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? Do you have any pets? What sort of sports do you play? How tall are you? What was your favourite subject in school? What is your dream job?

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Do you have any recs for good underswap sans x reader fics? I looked through the blog and didn't see any recs, but please let me know if I missed them. Thank you so, so much!!

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Broken (underswap) by H2O (Explicit, Incomplete)

You Fall Down into the Underswap Underground after the Barrier is broken, but why? Who are these strange skeletons, and why is everybody so nice?

Just Friends! by WhoaWickedSins (Explicit, Complete)

[Swap! Sans Smut Collection. Every chapter has a new little kink or two, listed under the chapter summary.] Blueberry wants to fuck, and he wants to fuck a lot. Little brother Papyrus is onto your diabolical scheme to seduce his brother. Can you keep up with Sans while trying to hide your relationship from Papyrus? Good luck, kid. You're gonna need it. Completed April 19, 2017!

Capturing The Blue Flag [DISCONTINUED] by atomiCherry (Mature, Incomplete)

You just had one year left to finish college and graduate with the course of your choice... Not until your aunt left you the responsibility of being a caretaker in her old Victorian house. With her promise of paying for your college funds the next year in exchange of having her property rented by at least two monsters, you had no choice but to oblige. You never cared about the monsters arriving at the surface nor had any strong opinions about it. But that perspective changed when two skeleton siblings showed up at your doorstep, holding a poorly drawn brochure to your face, a bag of G resting in your front porch... And when you realized how it was fun to tease and play little games with the older brother named Sans.

The Human Condition by Diamondflame33 (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You're human enough you suppose, for a person with magic. You don't really bother about it under normal circumstances, so most people don't really wonder about it. Sometimes, it's so much a part of you you even forget it's there and just live your life normally. So when you end up using it on a complete stranger, and get pulled into more unusual circumstances than you're comfortable with, you figure perhaps that fate is tired of you ignoring it.

Don't Look So Blue by savontic (Mature, Incomplete)

We all know the drill. A human falls, they're coddled in the Ruins, and sent away to decide the fate of all monsters. More often than not, the human will risk their own safety for the chance to befriend their foes. Even if it means facing their own death. Oh, if only it was that easy this time, dear Reader. You see, you weren't the only one who fell. Your little brother came along for the tumble, and you'll be damned if you don't keep him safe.

[wroteclassicaly]

Kristen. Older!Eddie x reader. It is imperative that you share all sinful thoughts on this topic to us. Him with scruff? Voice a bit more gravely because of all the smoking and singing in Corroded Coffin? Covered in tattoos? I need him desperately.

Oooooh gawd! This is gonna take some thought, but I have ALOT of thots, luckily… :P

First off, Older!Eddie could range from his late twenties (Joe’s real age) to the age Eddie would be in 2023. Which is, what 56 almost 57, or something? (Drooling, because I imagine aged Eddie is as hot as Jeffrey Dean Morgan is right now)

Anyways…

• Voice definitely gravely. Speaks with a deliciously low rasp, sometimes coughs a little. The action always makes him stick out that tongue to wet his lips. They can get chapped a lot. He sings with a more lower tone than he did in his youth.

• Eddie’s body is littered with various ink. Some new, a lot of it old and fading, but he’s managed to try and get some filled in and freshened up.

• He has a Spotify, but he rarely uses it. He prefers his vinyl records. Netflix and streaming services are cool, but he can do without.

• Still has his van, even though it’s underneath a tarp in his garage. It makes for a hell of a good place to let loose and have a smoking session when he doesn’t want to sit in his home.

• Works on a lot of different cars out of his own garage, the walls littered with various band posters, his own faded logo he made back in the 80’s of his own band. His framed diploma sits in the house. 86’.

• Has a junked mustang from 1969 that he’s try to restore as his own personal vehicle. Cherry red (he’s a fucking sucker for cherries). For now, he drives his baby — a midnight, glossy black 1980 Pontiac Turbo Trans am.

• His fingers, creased with a few aged spots, the veins remain prominent, as he has never stopped playing acoustic and electric guitar. He’s also managed to work himself into playing the drums and self-taught a little piano. If you were to venture over and take some lessons, you’d get very distracted by those hands.

• His hair was short for a while, but he’s let it grow out again. An array of curls with streaks of silver. He shaves his beard a lot, but he’s usually marked with a stubble or a salt and pepper beard.

• He’s got scars from various piercings. One in each ear, but he only wears the left on occasion. He’s had his nose done, got his lip done on a dare. He once had nipple rings, but took those out and recently for them redone.

• The newer tattoos are 86’, his band’s name, and cluster of red bats on his right side, a peace sign (he was drunk, okay?) on the top of his thigh, vines that are woven around his lower back, connecting to a red ball of small flames. It means something to him, but you’re unsure of just what.

• He stills wears most of his rings, having thrifted new ones along the way.

• He teaches younger kids at the local gaming center how to play D&D. Will play it every other Saturday with his old friend group. Tradition is important to him.

• Gardening and sowing relaxes him, so yeah, he does both.

• He’s only been married once. They’ve been divorced for years.

• Has a personal library in his house (his affection for books only increased).

• His band did record a demo that the local radio station plays on Sunday’s.

• Handyman type, but he doesn’t do a lot of that work unless it’s for friends or family.

• Rents Wayne’s old trailer to help out those in need.

• Loves his flannel (wears a lot of Wayne’s old shirts), and still wears his chain and band shirts.

• He’s filled out now, works out on occasion.

If I think of more, I’ll add to this! ;)

[k-she-rambles]

Some Nuggets (not quotes) from reading Fumio Sasaki's Goodbye Things and Hello Habits:

• don't pretend to have time you don't really have, or you'll find yourself missing out on the things that are truly important to you. 24 hours minus the things that are most important to you is how much time you REALLY have

• failure should not cause too much shame, which prevents you from trying again.

• too much shame can come from assigning emotional meanings, fate, destiny, or the will of God to failures. A lot of the time it's better to simply say to yourself "that didn't work." Or even better to ask what you can try differently next time.

• Aim to fail as many times as possible. Seek a high volume of failures and be merciless in killing perfectionism. If you are failing many times, it means you are trying hard, trying often, and trying many things, and that's nothing but good! Ceramics students asked to make 40 mugs for their final grade made better mugs than the students asked to make one masterful one.

• Maintaining the habits you want to build is less about doing them, and more about coming back to do them again after you wander off. It's like refocusing on your breath after your mind wanders while meditating. What does returning look like for you?

• the things we own are sometimes things we enjoy, but somtimes they're meant to tell a story about ourselves to other people instead.

• The two big questions to ask while downsizing are: "do I like owning this, or do I like what owning this says about me?" And: "do I want to discard this, or do I like what getting rid of it says about me?" (Asking the latter helps guard against pride)

• Quit at 80% effort ‐‐people aren't very good at knowing when to stop, and it's just as easy to overextend as it is to be lazy. "A small daily task will beat the labors of a sporadic Hercules."

• Nature vs Nurture is like asking if the area of a field depends more on the length or the width. You play the hand you're dealt, but life is the kind of card game where you pass the cards, too.

• Some people do have natural advantages! If your family is full of doctors, you have a sense that becoming a doctor is a thing that possible to want or achieve. Some people have to teach themselves that things are possible.

• However, people that do believe or teach themselves to believe in the possibility of change tend to reach for things that people who believe only in nature or only in nurture don't.

• you use endurance when you don't have an immediate reward for the price you paid. You've suffered and endured, and you feel like you deserve a treat, since there wasn't an inherent reward.

• Effort, in contrast, does compensate you. It compensates you slowly, but it compensates you steadily. The true meaning of "do what you love and you'll never work a day" is "prioritize effort over endurance." ("A small daily task will beat the labors of a sporadic Hercules.")

• a knack for something is a natural ability for something. A talent is the skills and capacities you get from continuing to do it.

• Both a knack and a talent are valuable, but the one who pursues talent by continuing to try may overtake someone with a neglected knack (even if the knack is a significant advantage at the start). We all have different capabilities, but we learn to paint the same way we learn to tie our shoes as kids

• Ask yourself "is this object or habit paying me rent, or is it a freeloader?"

[kibbits]

Because I love the idea of the animatronic found family, Monty and the boys are definitely Cain siblings. It’s on sight teasing, pranks, etc. As mentioned in the song stim ask, he can overstep and push too hard, but this gator got a soft spot for the ‘newest’ editions so he’ll eventually apologize in his own Monty fashion. As a fellow catwalk dweller, him and Moon will stalk gator golf’s rafters, looking for the clubs they lost after the last miniputt party or strategizing pranks. Occasionally they’ll have a ‘Namecalling’ contest where it’s just Monty slinging whatever google can provide him until his old programming kicks in and it’s Southern insults meet Shakespeare. If anyone knows what it’s like to be stifled by Fazbear’s cookiecutter mentality, it’s Monty, and while he may not have perfect solutions, he ain’t gonna scoff when a couple security bots end up crunched after a particularly terrible day. Hey, maybe they’ll get him to pick up banjo again (after of course convincing him that banjo rock exists and is actually cool, you get strangely chill covers of Metallica [Master of Puppets is surprisingly soft])

Hi hello!! (sorry for the delay!) Thanks for the ask!!

Yeeees, absolutely!!! Now that you mention it, Moon in particular has a lot in common with Monty (though they both like him) with the catwalks and the mischief/anarchy dfljdgl and also with being shoved into the role of the 'aggressive/scary' one.

Oh HELL yeah, the insults thing is hilarious, and also I fucking love bluegrass!!! Went to listen to the banjo cover and I love it!! > : )) Idk if you've ever seen the 2CELLOS thunderstruck video but it's also great ehehehe

Also The Dead South, Mumford and Sons, Poor Man's Poison, Fish in a Birdcage, The Dreadnoughts (though that's more polka punk I think?) Long story short I love folk/work songs and unusual instruments. I go wild when I head someone play the saw (yes, the tool dfjkld)

The rest of it (Monty talk and impromptu STAFF actor/stuntbots brainstorm) under the cut for space : OO

But yeah! The only thing is I think that the boys wouldn't harm STAFF bots ever since their rehabilitation, though! They probably convince Monty not to, either - STAFF bot sentience (or not??) is kind of iffy in Break a Leg! They're aware that STAFF bots don't exactly get the chance to be repaired - they're just scrapped, usually. (And YN WILL cry! They have favorites they gave stickers to! Yes I am projecting fjkldgkl)

But!! destruction of property is fair game : ))) Honestly I think Fazbear should embrace Monty's destructive tendencies and give him a Rage Room attraction!!! They could even make it Monty Golf themed and repurpose and rent/sell those warped golf clubs pff

Monty would be SO good at coaching and protecting the kids!! He'd make safety sound cool and hype them up so well to do a gator roar and destroy things!! He'd relate well with kids and teens who need to go a lil bit apeshit sometimes I think. Like, even if you're a 'big kid' and in that phase where you think the stuff you used to like is cringey, I think a huge punk gator with a mohawk that encourages property destruction is pretty cool dffgd

Actually,, , back up. In true ADHD fashion, the STAFF bot thing just made me think of the STAFF bot actors.

I think that they probably... Unionize their co-actors, for lack of better word??? Like - Before Incident, you got a rotation of STAFF bots that delivered lines in monotones and often got destroyed and trashed.

Post-rehabilitation, I think they might have a more regular cast of STAFF bots, with only a few of them being designated (volunteer??) stuntbots who CAN be mangled when the script calls for it, BUT their sensors are disabled in advance AND have a dedicated mechanic to make sure that they DO get repaired, and get repaired fast!! Maybe even specialized features like loose arms sockets with wifi signal connection so that they can be """torn apart""" and put back together painlessly backstage in seconds!!

Maybe it's like the test bots in Portal 2 (or Yes Man's securitrons) in that their personality is on a Cloud, so only the shell gets destroyed? And the cast of bots get special treatment/do meet and greets, too, a bit like disney mascots of less human characters who don't talk but they'll walk around and wave/emote.

Now I'm also thinking that maybe they still have the prerecorded voice lines/automated voice, so maybe they have human voice actors that voices their lines over the mic or play narrator, like they're reading a story and only the boys get to have their own voices??

Food for thought!!! Thanks for the ask again! <33

[https-harlow]

Single Hearts- Play Dates That Turn Into Real Dates

Series Masterlist

Summary- Jack and Sage finally get together for their kids to have a playdate, during which Jack finally gets the courage to ask Sage out on a date.

As much as Jack and Sage wanted Charlotte and Melody’s play date to be that weekend, Sage had already made plans to go to Lexington, Kentucky for the weekend with Charlotte to visit family. Luckily, they were both free the next weekend, and Jack ended up renting out a nearby children’s arcade for a couple of hours.

Jack and Sage pulled into the arcade’s parking lot at the same time, helping their kids out of the car before Charlotte and Melody ran to hug each other. They had recess together at school and ever since they learned about their play date they had been best friends. Jack and Sage followed closely behind their daughters.

“Hey, how are you?” Jack asked as he approached Sage.

“I’m good, how are you?” Sage asked.

“I’m great, Melody has been talking non-stop about this play date,” Jack said and Sage laughed softly.

“So has Charlotte. Are we here early?” Sage asked, since the usually full parking lot was empty.

“No, I uh, I rented out the arcade for a few hours. Since I’m in the music industry, sometimes people recognize me, and I didn’t want you or Charlotte to have to deal with that. Melody and I are used to it, but it can be weird at first.”

“You didn’t have to do that, but thank you. Can I pay you back for half?” Sage asked and Jack immediately shook his head.

“No, don’t worry about it.”

“Daddy, can we go in now?” Melody asked, pulling on Jack’s arm.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Jack said as Melody and Charlotte cheered, running to the door. 

Once they were inside, Jack confirmed their reservation, getting both kids their bands. They let the kids run around, playing whatever games they wanted, as they sat on a nearby bench so they could supervise.

“So, if I remember right, you said you were from Nashville?” Jack asked and Sage nodded.

“Yeah, I grew up there, my parents moved to Lexington when I was 19, and I stayed behind but ended up moving to Lexington shortly after I had Charlotte, then a couple of years later I’m living here now.”

“You know, I can totally hear a slight Tennessee accent when you talk,” Jack said, and Sage laughed.

“That’s so funny that you pointed it out because everyone else says I’ve lost my accent over time.”

“It’s slight, but it’s there.”

“So, you say you’re in the music industry, what exactly do you do?” Sage asked, bringing the topic off of herself.

“Uh, I’m a rapper,” Jack said. He wasn’t planning on telling Sage exactly what he did until she got to know him better. “It’s not a big deal or anything though.”

“That’s so cool, though, what’s the thing you’re most proud of? Or like your biggest achievement?” Sage asked.

“Off of the top of my head? Probably my Grammy nominations.”

“Wait, that’s so exciting and a huge deal Jack. Don’t underestimate yourself like that.”

“I just don’t want to, I don’t know, sometimes it’s hard to meet people when you’re famous.”

“Yeah, I understand that, but you still don’t have to downplay yourself. You’re allowed to brag about your accomplishments.”

Melody and Charlotte came running over to where Jack and Sage were sitting.

“Mommy, come play with us!” Charlotte said, pulling on Sage’s arm.

“Yeah, Daddy, help us with the basketball game,” Melody said. Jack and Sage got up, following their daughters. Once they reached the game the girls wanted to play, Jack picked up Melody so she was tall enough to throw the ball into the hoop.

“Mommy, pick me up too!” Charlotte said and Sage picked her up. As soon as the game started counting down, the girls started throwing the basketballs. They both got one in.

“Mommy and Melody’s daddy’s turn!” Charlotte said.

“You can call me Jack,” Jack told Charlotte, and she nodded.

“Mommy and Jack’s turn,” Charlotte said. 

“Yeah!!” Melody agreed. Jack and Sage set their daughters down. 

“Just so you know, I’m a pretty good basketball player,” Jack said, teasingly.

“I haven’t played basketball since elementary school when we were forced to,” Sage said, both her and Jack laughing.

They started the game, both of their daughters cheering for them to win. Jack purposely missed a couple shots, letting Sage win. Charlotte cheered excitedly, celebrating with Sage, before the girls ran off to play another game.

“You let me win, didn’t you?” Sage asked Jack.

“I couldn’t let you lose in front of your daughter,” Jack said, pushing her shoulder jokingly. Sage leaned against the arcade machine.

“Yeah, or you’re not as good of a basketball player as you claim to be,” She teased.

“Okay, okay, now that’s going too far,” Jack joked.

“I’ll apologize when I see proof otherwise,” Sage joked.

“To be fair, I’m better at soccer, but I’ll prove it to you one day.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“And I’ll be waiting for you to let me take you on a date. A proper date, without the kids.” Jack said, and Sage looked at him confused.

“Aren’t you and Penelope married, or dating, something?” Sage asked, and Jack laughed softly, shaking his head.

“No, we used to be married, but we got divorced about five years ago when Melody was two,” Jack explained.

“Oh, I just assumed since you two seem so, I don’t know the word, you just don’t seem divorced.”

“A lot of people think that at first, but nothing really happened between us, we just both realized we weren’t right for each other, I mean, it was awkward for a little while of course, but we’ve gotten over that now.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“How about next weekend? If Charlotte’s dad can’t watch her, or anyone else, Penelope offered to watch her, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Yeah, if she’s okay with it, I think that would be best. Her dad’s not involved and all my family is in Lexington, I’m sure one of my friends would watch her, but Melody and her seem to be enjoying their time together, so I’m sure they’d love another play date.”

“Her dad isn’t in the picture at all? Sorry, that’s inappropriate of me to ask, forget I even said anything.”

“No, I don’t mind talking about it. Char’s dad and I broke up shortly after I found out I was pregnant, he had cheated on me. He stayed involved for most of my pregnancy, until maybe a month or so before I had her. He chose to not be involved since. I’ve given him several opportunities, I let him know when I was in labor, when she was born, everything, but I can’t force him to be involved. I still give him opportunities to this day to be involved, but he always chooses not to be, so I just don’t tell her about it.”

“I’m so sorry, I can’t even imagine doing that to someone and just living my life like my own child doesn’t exist.”

“I don’t get it either, but I can only do so much, and I guess it’s better that he’s not involved rather than being in and out so she doesn’t know about it.”

“Yeah, and I can already tell you are an amazing mom, neither you nor Charlotte need someone like him anyway.”

Before Sage could respond, Melody and Charlotte ran up to their parents.

“You ask.” Melody said to Charlotte.

“No, you. You’re older.” Charlotte argued and Melody sighed.

“Can we get ice cream?”

“Yeah, we can.” Jack agreed before looking over at you, you pulled out your phone to look at the time.

“Yeah, we have time to get ice cream,” Sage said, and the girls cheered.

“Want to go now? You can keep playing, but we only have about 10 more minutes here.”

“Now!” Both girls said excitedly. Jack and Sage nodded as Charlotte and Melody ran to the door. Jack held the door open for them and as Sage walked out the door, her hand brushed Jack’s, both of their hearts fluttering as they pretended not to notice.

“Actually, there’s an ice cream shop right around the corner, we could walk if you want,” Jack suggested and Sage nodded.

“Walking is fine, Char, you’ll have to hold my hand, okay?” Sage asked and Charlotte shook her head.

“No.”

“Charlotte,” Sage warned.

“How about you hold Melody’s hand?” Jack asked Charlotte and Charlotte nodded, Melody and Charlotte holding hands immediately. Charlotte was going through a phase where because she was a big girl now, she didn’t need help or to hold her mom’s hand walking on the sidewalk anymore. Sage looked at Jack, mouthing thank you, and he smiled in response.

“I don’t miss that phase,” Jack joked, Sage laughing softly. All four of them walking down the sidewalk, Jack walking on the outside, the kids a step in front of them. 

“So you’re telling me it gets easier?” Sage asked.

“It gets so much easier when they don’t want to say no to everything,” Jack said, his hand hovering Sage’s lower back, his other holding Melody’s hand as they crossed the street. 

Once they walked into the ice cream shop, both Melody and Charlotte ran to the counter to see what they had. 

“Mommy!! Can I get sprinkles?” Charlotte asked and Sage nodded.

“Yes you can get sprinkles, do you want chocolate?”

“Yeah! It’s my favorite!”

Sage ordered a small chocolate ice cream cone with rainbow sprinkles in a bowl, and a scoop of cookie dough ice cream for herself. Melody got cotton candy flavored ice cream in a cone, and Jack got a scoop of his favorite flavor.

The four of them sat at a booth, luckily the ice cream shop was empty, so Jack wasn’t recognized by fans. While he loved meeting fans, he didn’t want to throw Sage into that lifestyle yet.

Once they finished their ice cream, it was time for Jack to leave to drop Melody off with Penelope.

“I think it’s time for you to go to your mom’s now,” Jack told Melody, “Can I walk you two back to your car?” Jack asked and Sage nodded, grabbing her bag from the seat, the four of them walked back to the arcade parking lot.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jack smiled softly at Sage, “I’ll text you what time I’ll pick you up, but it will probably be around 6ish.” 

“Okay, I’ll see you then,” Sage smiled back, Jack desperately wanted to kiss Sage, but he wanted to wait, “Have a good night,” Sage said.

“You too,” Jack waited for Sage and Charlotte to get into their car and drive away before he and Melody did the same.

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[pedropascalunofficial]

Hmmmmm, it says anything....what kind of things do you like to do for fun???

Thanks for the ask. I don't usually do this so here goes. It's long but fuck it no one's asked before and maybe it'd be good bed time reading for insomniacs.

If I'm not managing my pinterest or taking care of my two kids then I'm usually working so I try to make the best of any free time I have. If it's just me and the kids, we usually visit parks, historical sites or the zoo. At home my eldest likes to watch My Froggy Stuff on Youtube. The presenter shows how to make doll furniture and accessories so we make our own pieces and watch Pedro's SNL on repeat. Her choice, not mine. It was funny the first 100 times, not so much anymore. She now does "the hospital voice". He has ruined my life😄

My husband travels for work a lot and studies so when we do have time together as a family we make the most of it. I live close to Dublin city and we're spoiled here for activities. It's full of museums, galleries, historical sites, parks and busy streets with live music. It sounds like I'm working for the tourism board but it's honestly an amazing place to live. If it's the 4 of us we can hit a restaurant, check out the buskers of Grafton Street, visit the Disney store, go to a museum and get lost in some woodlands all in a 4 hour trip door to door and for less than €100 so we do that regularly. Our last family day out was to the Game of Thrones studio tour which is in Northern Ireland. That's just 90 minutes away. (It's great but Pedro's costumes are in storage since the last tour with only accessories and weapon on show and Bella only showed for a few seconds in a VT so my kid was annoyed that neither Marcus Moreno or The Worst Witch got the appreciation they deserve). Again we're spoiled, my husband is from the North so we're regularly at GOT sites because his family live near by (Mourne Mountains, Tullymore Forest, Linen Mill Studios). I used to drink in Belfast when Pedro was there but I wasn't a fan of "Tits, Ass and Dragons" then or the tiny pub they used to hang out in. Or the dirty one with kegs for seats😆. I made bad decisions and yes, I hate myself for it now.

On the rare occasion we have time off together and we have babysitters, we'll go to a live gig followed by some booze in The Porterhouse and some Iranian food in Zaytoon. I'm not picky. We'll go to music, comedy, theatre, musicals, sport, a festival or trade shows. I'm spoiled for choice. Artists like to start their European tours here and the main venues are 30 mins away. The last gigs I was at were Counting Crows, Chris Rock, The Book of Mormon, Ireland v USA, Taste of Dublin and I collect whiskey, there are a few trade shows a year. (Sounds wanker-y but they're good investments. An annual release of a €180 bottle over 5 years can be sold as a collection for thousands should you need quick cash.)

If I need alone time, it's tough to find here. I can't stress that enough. Dubliners and visitors are generally super friendly and open so strangers will talk to you constantly and there's nowhere to hide. If I need to clear my head then it's headphones on, grab a smoke at the highest point I can reach in the city so I can take in the view. Walk the city looking for new graffiti by my favourite artists/collectives while listening to local bands (Fontaines DC, Thumper, Damien Dempsey, Dermot Kennedy, Tebi Rex, Denise Chaila, Wyvern Lingo), get some thai street food, watch some buskars (check out Allie Sherlock) on Grafton Street, get a pint in Keoghs, go to a few galleries before heading home to hide in my cabin to watch 70s and 80s movies.

My cabin is my other baby. I bought my house with the cabin in mind and finally had it installed it in 2020. It's a self contained apartment, is sound proof, has a 7.1 surround sound cinema and doubles as a gym. Sounds super wanker-y but it was another investment which is paying off when I rent it out sometimes. Eventually it will be an apartment for one of the kids when they're older and can't move out because of the chronic housing shortage we have in the city. We aren't indulgent in other ways so being able to watch old movies in 4k while cranking out a weeks worth of laundry and getting in some steps makes other sacrifices worth it.

[misslavenderlady]

: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

06: How do you want to die

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

It's complicated. (TW: long story, verbal abuse, disability, fighting)

My mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis when I was 9. Not only did she also lose her job during the recession that time, but she and my dad also got divorced. That was such a shitty time for us all, but it was what started a big change in our lives. I had to step up and be a caretaker for my mom when I was still a kid. The more her condition worsened, the more I had to help with. I make sure her house is clean, my fiance and I pay the rent since she can't work, and I have to play the role of parent now. It hurts because it feels like I lost my mom. I can't go cry to her about life because I'm expected to step up and be strong for her. M.S. has also affected her mental health and she has a lot of ups and downs. Her frustrations and irrational anger gets thrown at me and we end up fighting sometimes because it's not possible to communicate with her. I love my mom dearly and we have so many happy memories, but it's hard to not have the person I once knew.

My dad is a bit odd. He comes from a family where teasing is shown as affection, and you're seen as a killjoy if you don't like it. He also wasn't very helpful to my mom when she was pregnant with me. Don't get me wrong, he worked hard to provide and all that but he also had a short fuse that led to a lot of verbal abuse. I still remember him screaming at my mother accusing her and me of not loving him or respecting him. She was cowering in the corner the whole time. He ended up re-marrying when they divorced and it was painfully obvious he loved his "new" family more. He'll deny it, but I know he wanted a son, not a daughter. He was there for all my step-brother's events but complained or flaked out on mine. Whenever he had me for weekends I had to sleep on an air mattress in the basement. I didn't even get my own room. Plus, that's where my stepbrother kept his drums. If he or my stepmom was in a shitty mood over something small I did, he'd call me a brat and send me home to mom. He even once drove me three hours back home halfway during a family vacation because he thought I was ruining the fun everyone was having (I just wanted to rest in my room and not stay up late playing games). It was so hard, and I held a lot of resentment for him abandoning my mother when she was diagnosed. We had a HUGE fight when I was 15 and we went to family therapy over it. Nowadays I just sometimes meet him for dinner to catch up or we go to family weddings or holiday events.

Both of them just feel like strangers now. I see my grandparents as my true parents since they've done so much for me and love me so dearly. I also love my stepdad like a real father too.

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

I do, but not just romantic ones. I think platonic soulmates are real too. Just someone you feel so genuinely happy with and you want to explore the highs and lows and unknown parts of life together. Something beautiful to share.

06: How do you want to die?

Is it cliche if I say "in my sleep"? I just don't want to be in fear of the end or in pain. I want to feel like I'm just going to sleep and dream, and have it be that. I think that's a reasonable thing to want.