#my nostalgia garbage

[nebuladreamz]

Thinking about how if i ever had the opportunity to make. a mascot horror game or story that i'd have it take place right before the eventual Big Fall of the establishment

[Big ramble under the cut lmao]

Something something reuse how I thought for Security Breach we'd play as Vanessa and the five nights formula was doing the shift but slowly discovering through each shift that Some Shit is happening and she has to stop it (directly before we found out Vanessa was Vanny/Vanessa was the security guard's name)

LIKE!!! I fucking adore how a couple of standout mascot horror games have been [primarily Indigo Park, I'm willing to give it a shot and it's deadass because of Rambley and his role as an AI assistant], but a lot of what I've seen personally (stares at. Fucking. Garten of Banban), it's a lot of post fall. Always investigating or going through the abandoned place where shit's gone wrong (thank you BATIM for starting the chapter-based formula -bangs head-)

But like. I've always thought about what it would be like for a mascot horror game to take place before the fall, or even during it depending on the execution.

Before the fall, you're either a kid who's a regular at the establishment (daycare, amusement park, whatever) or even an employee working there-

(or even MORE interestingly, if we go with a chapter-based thing or even similar to FNAF in terms of there's a set thing for whatever, the POV keeps changing between different people- wait I'm cooking. i'll get back to that later actually)

-And slowly as it all develops, you watch as everything begins to just. Fall apart. Employees leaving, the place coming down into disrepair, something's up with the main mascots of the place but you don't know what (at least in universe, we all know this formula as players)

Actually, coming back to the changing POVs, you can even draw in inspiration from DBH (I only watched gameplay back then oops) where the perspective changes between different people. A child enjoying their day, a first time employee, a long time employee, a parent of a child. Hell, depending on things, you could even have a moment where (depending on the location) you play as a fucking burglar looking to steal shit (before getting. Fucking bass boosted)

And eventually there'd come the inevitable end where it all closes down, leaving whatever living mascots inside to rot (insert Abandoned by Disney line here /j)

LIKE!!! I want to see people expand on the formula!! I want to see people fuck around and find out!!!

Honest to god, I might take this and run with it myself cause now I'M getting ideas.

[mercurialmalcontent]

YO NEW GARBAGE ALBUM

Edit: Three songs in and wow. Wow. I needed this.

[krumpkin]

80s Garbage Pail Kids cards. I used to love collecting these. I chewed so much gum my jaw looked like an anvil 🤔

The cards were created by the topps company in 1985 as a parody of the Cabbage Patch Kids. The cards ran from 1985 until 2007 .

Due to the success of these cards a movie was produced. It had an incredibly creative title ( Garbage Pail Kids Movie ) Alright not all that creative 😄.

This is the trailer , the film stunk but still happy memories 😉😄

[happypineappleart]

[nostalgicfun]

Bowling Alley Arcade

[dolotonglo]

blue exorcist and black butler are getting new seasons in 2024 AND NORAGAMI MIGHT BE PETITIONING FOR ONE TOO???? my hyperfixations from like 10 years ago are coming back to haunt me. and on top of that we're getting aj trilogy switch port 😭😭 hooooly fucking shit im literally going to go crazy come new years

[brokehorrorfan]

Toy Snobs has a My Pet Monster 22" plush doll up for pre-order through December 1. The two-sided designed is based on classic Wrestling Buddies.

Regularly $85, it's currently on sale for $75. You can also get just the doll, sans shackles and packaging, for $45 (regularly $55) and the shackles for $15 (regularly $20).

[expiriun]

Pov: you're having the best trip on a 30B bus ☆

[pirunika]

i look like that sleepy looking cat meme....

[minionator]

ok hear me out but the house from I Spy: Spooky Mansion is goals

I MEAN WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO LIVE HERE

[c0rpseductor]

there is at least one mecha anime where at least a certain function of the mech involves sexually (?) stimulating the pilot (sosei no aquarion) but it’s extremely bad and i may be the only person to have ever watched it

[archerygun]

Being a late 2010s kid was mad because most of the tv and film that fundamentally changed and shaped you as a person wasn’t even GOOD. I would not be the idiot I am today without the absolute crap that aired in my youth.

Late 2010s nostalgia is always “This may be utter flaming surface-level garbage but I will defend it with my life.”

It’s like stockholm syndrome. If you told 8 year old me I’d be nostalgic about Justin Bieber music one day I’d have slapped you. But here I am. Like I’m so young I unironically watched Teletubbies as a child (not to say I enjoyed it, but still-).

Respect to our decade for the pure insanity that was the media landscape, we had a good run lads.

[awingedllama]

this is a little niche and probably incredibly difficult to try to animate but a cool idea for the nostalgia set specifically in the kitchen is one of those pull out trash cans from the cabinets. We had one in an old house my family lived in, cousins & I would always play in it and hide in it but I was just thinking about older trash can themes while i was using the kitchen set for my current build.

added it to the download folder :)

it uses the tuning for the nano-can, so you'll receive simoleons for your trash

note: sims are able to throw garbage away, and the cabinet will animate, but they won't actually route *to* the trash can first; they just sort of chuck it into the abyss. whenever i try to add constraints to the interaction, the sim can no longer throw away trash, so i've left it as-is for now. trash cans do not like to be edited apparently, and changing any little bit of tuning can make it stop functioning altogether. (if anyone knows how to force sims to route with the trash, please let me know!)

also you'll notice the cupboard is slightly darker than the others. it's using a different shader, because the counter shader prevents the animation from playing. another annoying little thing i'm not sure how to fix

it's far from perfect, but i hope you get some use out of it!

[wosospacegirl]

just read through stuck with you (finally)!!! and i love it 🥹 y/n is literally me when I have a crush, and I died when y/n barged into alexia and Olga’s room 😂😭 Will Alexia ever find out about y/n stealing the medicine from her?

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YAYYYY im so glad u read it bestie!!!! Yn is only gonna get more awkward hahahhaha she's fighting for her life everytime kika smiles at her – or at anyone really.

I don't plan on writing it into the main story, so I just wrote something up about Alexia finding out Y/n stole her meds. It's a mess, not proofread.

Stuck with you blubr

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Alexia pushed the front door open, her hair still damp with sweat, and her running shoes squeaking slightly against the floor.

“Fuck,” she muttered, limping in, one hand bracing against the wall. “I think I twisted my ankle.”

From the sofa, Y/n didn’t even glance up from her Nintendo. “Hmm. Ok.”

Olga, curled on the other end of the sofa with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn, did look up. “Wait, really?” she asked, already setting the bowl aside.

Alexia nodded, clearly annoyed with herself. “Yeah.”

“Come here,” Olga said, already scooting over. “Sit down. I’ll get you some ice.”

Alexia limped toward the sofa and dropped down with a soft hiss. Olga disappeared toward the kitchen, leaving Y/n and Alexia alone.

Y/n looked at her coolly. “You know, that could be osteoporosis,” she said flatly. “Bones get brittle with age.”

Alexia turned to her with the most unimpressed expression she could muster. “Stop calling me old before I throw your Switch into the sink.”

Y/n just shrugged, not bothering to look up. “I’m just saying. Maybe calcium chews would help.”

Olga returned with a bag of ice, handing it over. “Here. And maybe elevate it.”

Alexia took the ice with a groan. “Do we still have any of that pain medicine I used last year? The one from when I tore my ankle? It should still be in the cabinet.”

Y/n froze. Like physically froze—thumbs mid-button press on her Switch. She didn’t look up. Didn’t breathe.

Alexia didn’t notice at first. “I’ll take one of those and rest a bit,” she continued casually.

“Wait!” Y/n blurted, louder than necessary.

Alexia blinked. “What?”

Y/n sat up too fast, nearly knocking the Switch off her lap. “No, no, you can’t take that stuff—it’s like... bad. For your liver. Full of toxins. Garbage, really. Don’t poison your body like that.”

Alexia stared. Olga blinked.

“We should try something natural instead!” Y/n continued, now clearly spiralling. “Like... peppermint tea. Ice baths. Crystals.”

“You literally took two aspirins last night because you feared your head might start hurting,” Olga said dryly, arching an eyebrow.

“I was being preventative,” Y/n shot back.

Alexia narrowed her eyes. “Why do you sound like you’re trying to hide something?”

Y/n’s face twitched. She suddenly found the Nintendo menu screen very interesting.

Olga tilted her head. “Y/n...”

There was a pause. A heavy one.

Y/n groaned and slumped back against the sofa dramatically. “Okay, fine. I took the last pill. A few weeks ago, when I got injured.”

Alexia blinked. “You what?”

“I didn’t mean to! I just—my ankle was messed up, and I didn’t want you two freaking out,” Y/n muttered, looking everywhere except at them. “So I took one of your meds and iced it and pretended everything was fine–obviously it didn’t work because you two found out about the injury.”

There was a beat of silence before Olga sighed. “Oh my god.”

Alexia looked genuinely offended. “You stole my prescription meds?”

“I borrowed them,” Y/n said defensively. “You weren’t using them!”

“I was saving them!”

“For what? Nostalgia?”

Olga dropped back onto the sofa between them. “You are both exhausting,” she muttered.

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I have no idea if twisted ankles have anything to do with osteoporosis <3 I just wanted to call Alexia old <3

[dalesramblingsblog]

IDK man, as someone who actually has quite enjoyed the Davies/Gatwa years to date, there's just something so fucking exhausting about the way people talk about it, and it's really flared up this season. The sheer level of contemptuous glee with which some people seem to welcome the possibility of cancellation is just really, truly getting me down. I'm not even talking about the people who are being tiresomely racist, because they're just an extension of the same people who have been being tiresomely sexist for nearly seven years now.

But just, like... I dunno, man, there's a level of vicious meanness to fandom's present discourse that's really been bad for my mental health all around, and has honestly played a big part in my slowing down my writing, because any time I want to write something earnest and heartfelt about how a given piece of media affected me I end up second-guessing myself because I feel like nobody wants to read anything like that. Instead they'd much rather just pounce on the latest rumour drummed up by vile publications like the Sun, where like... even if the cancellation goes through, do you really want to be on the side of the Sun?

I think the hatred of Wish World broke something in me, because I really liked it, I thought it was a surprisingly barbed little number that picked at nostalgia and conservatism. Plus, like a lot of RTD2 its earnest engagement with what it means to be queer genuinely means a lot to me as someone who started realising they were queer right as The Star Beast hit (and eventually ended up realising they were trans) and who has been grappling with a lot of fear and uncertainty as a result.

So, y'know, going online and just seeing everyone be all "Oh it sucks," "It's garbage," "RTD L," "Wow they really betrayed the character integrity of the Rani" (what the fuck are you even talking about with that one, what character integrity did the Rani ever have, for Christ's sake?). My point is never that one should just be a blind, mindless consumer. Far from it. If anything, I would rather people actually pause to think "Hmm maybe this piece of media is trying to say something." And I mean I get if it doesn't resonate with you. I get if you think it's crashingly unsubtle, or if there are aspects of its commentary that you find lacking. I've had some criticisms of the Gatwa Era as well, and I can acknowledge them.

But on the whole, I've had a great time, and I dunno, it just... makes me feel like shit to see so many people so violently disagreeing and dismissing any possibility that any of these stories could have any kind of resonance with people.

[lightsoutletsgo]

girl dad — mv.1

pairing: dad!max verstappen x mom!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, obvs mentions of babies and kids, fluff, the briefest flash of angst and nostalgia hi loves! so this is the result of the absolute brainrot me and @verstappen-cult got stuck in yesterday discussing how max is such a girl dad. I actually really like this one so I hope you like it too! as always please leave any feedback, I always love reading the tags to find out how I can improve my work and what you want to see more of! happy reading! mimi 🤍

Max groaned softly as a heavy weight suddenly landed on his chest. He opened his eyes and saw a perfect reflection of them staring back at him. He couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face as his arms wrapped around his daughter and he cuddled her close to him, “Good morning little flower,” his voice was gentle and low so as to not wake you up, “did you have exciting dreams last night?” His hand smoothed over Esmee’s hair as she nodded, arm wrapping round her soft plush bunny even tighter as she curled up on his chest. “Well I’m glad to hear that…” They were both still and silent for a moment and Max thought she may have even drifted back off, until she popped up, sitting on his tummy, her hand bringing her bunny’s ear up to her face to gently rub it across her cheek in a soothing motion. Max’s heart clenched as he stared at his baby girl, where was the time going? Just yesterday it seemed like she was still a tiny newborn that he cradled so carefully yet awkwardly. 

“Mama sleep?” The two year old pointed to you lying next to him, your head resting against his shoulder as your chest rose and fell steadily. Max nodded and over exaggerated placing a finger to his lips in a ‘shh’ motion. The toddler giggled, a sweet sound that made Max smile. Max looked at the clock that sat on his bedside table and noticed how early it was and how dark it still was outside, “It’s so early flower! The sun is still sleeping.” Esmee pouted in that sweet funny way only toddlers can and pointed to her tummy, “Hungry papa!” Max made a noise of understanding and scooped her up in his arms, standing and silently padding across the room to leave you sleep. He carried her through the hallways of your family home in Monaco and he relished in the way Esmee snuggled into his neck, finding comfort and warmth in the way he felt each of her short little breaths against his neck. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head and slowed his pace down a little, enjoying the time he had. It was quiet, barely five in the morning, the sun only just beginning to creep up in the sky. The traffic was still light outside, just the hiss of the garbage truck and the occasional siren in the distance. He softly strolled down the hallway, hand rubbing and down Esmee’s back in the way he’d done ever since the first time he held her.

As he got to the kitchen, he placed Esmee down in her chair, not a baby high chair anymore but taller than the rest of your chairs to accommodate her short body. She let out a whine at losing his body heat and attention and he turned back to see her holding her arms out to him, begging to be picked back up. ‘Like mother like daughter’ Max thought, knowing full well he was unable to say no to either of you. He picked her up and placed her over one arm, tickling her tummy with his free hand when her gleeful giggle sounded around the room knowing she’d gotten her own way. Max knew that anyone who looked at him for just a few seconds would see that he was completely wrapped around his daughter’s tiny finger. Just as Mama and Papa were her whole world, she was theirs. 

“What should we have for breakfast Es hm?” Max opened the fridge and looked at the contents, thinking what he could make for all of you, “should we make some for Mama too?” Esmee nodded, excited as Max mentions you. “Panpan papa!” Max laughed as she did her best to say the word ‘pancake’, “Okay then flower, pancakes it is!” Max had watched you make them so many times he was pretty confident in the recipe, knowing it would be in your recipe book on the island if he really needed guidance. Esmee clapped her hands and Max sat her on the counter next to where he was standing, “You want to help?” She nodded and a serious expression took over her face, Max smiled and kissed her forehead before he gathered the ingredients he needed from various cupboards and the fridge. “Okay then flower, let’s do this!” Max pulled the measuring cups from the drawer in front of him and held the correct one out to Esmee. She took it, her pudgy little legs kicking in excitement as her face lit up in glee. Max held out the bag of flour and wrapped his hand around hers to help her dig the right amount out of the bag. He let her tip it into the bowl on her own, her tongue poking out in concentration. Once she was finished, she beamed up at him and he gave a cheer, encouraging her for her efforts, “Good job flower!” She practically bounced on the counter, excited to be making pancakes with her Papa and for a moment Max almost wished you were awake to take a picture of this moment, so that even when he was old and his memory started fading, he would still be able to remember.

He pulled himself back to the present, not wanting to miss looking at her for a second. He was unable to help the way yet another fond smile creeps across his face as he watched  her gasp as she spilt some of the sugar on the counter top but he was quick to reassure her, “It’s okay flower! Mess is okay sometimes.” Her worried expression fell and she was back to staring at the bowl intently as she added the next ingredient. Max handed Esmee an egg, “You’ve done this bit with Mama before, haven’t you flower?” Esmee nodded but still looked at him and held the egg back out to him, “Papa help please?” He leaned down to rub his nose against hers and she giggled trying to push his face away, “Papa tickles!” Max relented and placed his hands over hers to gently tap the egg against the counter and add it to the bowl. He disposed of the shell before helping Esmee lift the milk carton to tip it into the bowl. When they’d added all the ingredients, Max grabbed a whisk and turns to the toddler, “Should Papa do this part?” Esmee nods, “Papa strong!” “Mhmm, Papa is suuuuper strong!” Esmee shrieked with delight as Max threw her into the air once to prove his point before placing her back down, hand ruffling her hair before he began to mix the ingredients together.

Esmee grabbed her bunny and Max gave a fond smile, remembering how it was one of the first things you’d picked out together when you were expecting her. Max allowed himself to reminisce as he remembered how he had been so desperate to have a son, he’d been so sure Esmee would be a boy. He had even told you that he hoped it wasn’t a girl, a point you hadn’t taken too kindly to and had quickly shut down. Max could still remember the conversation like it was yesterday… “Max you cannot be serious.” Your hands were planted firmly on your hips as you shot a cold glare at him and he cowered ever so slightly, “Schat I just meant that-” “No no, Max. I understood what you meant perfectly.” Max was silent, knowing he had no defence against you, “You want a boy to carry on the Verstappen name? You think a daughter can’t go into Formula One? You think a daughter won’t do great things and make you proud just because she’s a woman? What about me? Do you think less of me because I’m a woman?” Max sighed as your ranting stopped. 

“I’m worried about what the world of F1 would do to her…” You pulled back, having never heard him speak so quietly or softly before, he sank down onto the couch, “You know how horrible it can be…” You nodded understandingly, “I do, yes…” “Then you know what kind of things she will have to face.” You took a seat next to him and rubbed his back soothingly, “But she will have you to have her back and protect her from as much of it as you can…” You did your best to calm his mind and he took a deep breath, “I know schat… but also… I don’t know how to be a girl dad! I don’t know how to do hair or how to play with barbies or how to teach her about…” his voice quietened, “periods…” You couldn’t help the way a laugh left you and Max whined at you, “Stop laughing! I’m serious!” 

You planted a kiss against his cheek and sat back against the couch, inviting him to lay his head in your lap near your tummy, something that had become your new routine every evening. Max plopped down and your hand immediately started playing with his hair as he rested one hand on your bump. “I know it’s scary… but you have plenty of time to learn as you go! You’re bound to make mistakes love, we both are… she’ll teach you how she wants to play with you and hey, maybe she’ll be into cars more than barbies!” Max kissed your bump and smiled, “And I think you should probably leave the period talk to me…” He laughed heartily and nodded before turning to your bump once more,  “Hi baby… It’s me… your Papa… W-we don’t know what you are yet,” He looked up at you and you nodded at him reassuringly, “but whether you turn out to be a boy or girl we’ll love you so so much. We already love you so much.” You hand continued through his hair as his eyes closed, “You’re going to love being a girl dad…” One eye cracked open as he stared at you, “You sound sure it’s a girl?” “Call it pregnant woman intuition…” 

“Mama!” A call of your name and Esmee’s hand patting his arm pulled him from his memories and he turned to see you watching in the doorway, the most peaceful and loving expression on your face, you crossed the kitchen having been caught and swept your toddler up in your arms, blowing raspberries on her tummy and feeling your heart squeeze at her little giggles, “Good morning flower!” You sat her up in your arms and her little hands held your face as she gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek, you laughed and walked back to the counter, gently placing her back down, “What are you doing with Papa hmm?” Esmee pointed at the bowl with wide eyes, “Panpan Mama!” You gasped and widened your own eyes, mimicking her excitement, “You’re making pancakes? Mama’s favourite?” Esmee nodded and her little legs started kicking again. You turned to Max and placed your chin on his shoulder, “Good morning handsome.” he turned his head to kiss your forehead, “Good morning schat.” He put the whisk down and turned to pull you into his arms, “What time did she wake up?” You pulled away from him and headed to the fridge to get some milk for her sippy cup, “Around five…” Max winced and you smiled, “Sorry I stayed asleep,” Max waved your apology away, “Don’t apologise, you need the sleep schatje.” 

His eyes fell to the slight swell of your stomach and thanked every star above that he was lucky enough to have a beautiful wife, a sweet toddler and one more on the way. You bustled around the kitchen, tidying here and there as Max started cooking breakfast. You crossed back to Esmee to give her her sippy cup and she patted your tummy gently as you stood in front of her, “A’morning baby!” You felt a small flutter in your tummy and you booped her nose, “Baby says ‘good morning Esmee!’”

Max felt a huge smile fill his face as he took in the interaction next to him, he turned to you, crossing his arms as he waited for the next pancake to cook before he flipped it over, “You know… I really won’t mind if this one is a girl too…” You looked at him from where you stood and raised one eyebrow with a smirk, “Oh no?” Max let out a breath of laughter, flippin the pancake in the pan, “Yeah yeah, go ahead and laugh…” You shook your head, “Told you you’d love being a girl dad…” Max tipped the cooked pancake on the plate, turned the stove off and crossed the kitchen to wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder so he could watch Esmee tucking into her pancakes with all the vigour a hungry two year old could muster, his voice was quiet, “And what’s your pregnant woman's intuition saying about this one then hmm?” he kissed your neck softly and your head tipped back with a happy hum, “Max Emilian Verstappen, you are destined to be a girl dad…” He laughed and kissed your neck once more.

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And five months later when Anneleise is born, Max stares at her in awe with tears in his eyes as this tiny precious bundle is carefully placed into his arms, “Hi baby girl, I’m your Papa…” Her only response is a big yawn for such a small person and an even bigger stretch as she nestles into his chest, recognising his voice. He isn’t sure why you’re suddenly chuckling to yourself but when he looks up, you’ve got tears in your own eyes as you film him sitting in the hospital chair doing skin to skin with your new daughter. It’s only then that he realises he’s crying. He can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed, instead, looking back down at Anneleise and softly tracing her tiny features. You watch on and smile, noting how he’s much more assured in how he holds this baby, how he talks to her and you know that just like when Esmee was born, he is instantly wrapped around her finger. You know that just like the promises he made about protecting Esmee and always being there for her, ring true for this daughter as well. You know you’re looking at a man who will attend tea parties, drive his girls to the karting track and to ballet lessons, will do his best to braid their hair, will sing disney songs in the car and paint their nails to the best of his abilities. You know that when your girls get older he will buy them ice cream after a breakup, teach them how to drive, help them revise for exams, support them in their dreams and cry when he watches them get married. Because forever and always, Max is a girl dad.  And later on when Max watches the video you had filmed earlier - and every time after that -  he hears your voice, making him smile,

“Max Verstappen, you are such a girl dad.”

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