#records with googly eyes

[recordswithgooglyeyes]

Simon & Garfunkel - “Simon And Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits”

submitted by @jbuehre

[safe-ship-harbored]

taps my tape recorders together. This, too, is Yuri.

[kingcervix]

If chicken nuggets were alive. well I wouldn't like that very much

[milimeters-morales]

okay found a picture that gave me so much. Miles or Ganke (most likely Ganke) has a skateboard (and aren’t the fairy lights cute? I like to think Miles did that)

and they got the googly-eye rice cooker, hot water boiler*, the spices(?)/sauces, the fully stocked mini-fridge, AND a record player (that’s for sure Aaron’s influence on Miles)

AND look at Ganke’s setup. It’s crazy. There’s no way Ganke985 isn’t real. How much did this shit cost.

Their whiteboard that I didn’t show is also very cool, the little “fighting godzilla” drawings under all those equations is perfect. There’s also some shelves for shoes, really love that Miles actually is a sneakerhead :3

[statementends]

Do you think the tape recorders will follow them home and Alice will put googly eyes on it and she'll treat it as a pet which is really all we ever wanted?

[charliemwrites]

Oooooh I finally did it!! Mafia au part 6! A little bit of that sweet angst/comfort.

Content: Violence, Previous Injury (mentioned), Panic Attack (non-descriptive)

Let it be said: Johnny’s no snitch.

Outgoing (“loud” Simon would grumble) as he is, he doesn’t run his mouth about anything important. Doesn’t talk business over a pint or boast his connections in bar disagreements. Doesn’t drop names, flash heat, throw around the weight of his employer. Has never spilled a single fucking secret, not for knives, acid, a fucking gun to his head.

Oh, and please don’t tell the boss.

Let it also be said: Johnny is loyal.

He would happily lay down his life for any of his comrades, lives and dies for SpecGru – for Price. And even though you’re new, you’re one of them now. You’ve quickly found and secured your place in Price’s inner circle, different as you may be. Johnny would go to war for you, and your silly pink sticky notes.

Still, keeping something – anything from the boss. Even a private matter like this…

It happened on SpecGru property, that makes it SpecGru business. And it happened to you, which makes it Price’s business.

That you don’t already know that is… well, that’s between you and the boss. Johnny’s already too involved as it is. (Not that he regrets helping you. Not a bit. If he had his way, that little prick would have left with his teeth in his pocket and a new appreciation for his remaining thumb).

So now Johnny is stuck. He likes you; he really does. That you trust him with something so personal isn’t lost on him, especially in this line of work. He also has a healthy fear of your wrath. (You may not carry any weapons he’s seen, but you’ve got Price grimacing when you narrow your eyes just so. Johnny knows where his cupcakes are made, and he likes them without arsenic, thank you). So, personally, he wants to be able to honor your request to keep the matter private.

But then there’s Price, and whatever he’ll do to Johnny if – when – he finds out about all this.

Johnny’s solution?

“Christ, Gaz, ya shoulda seen it. Never seen the little miss tell someone off like that. Graves woulda been shakin’ in his boots. Will have to ask security for a recording of it.”

Gaz, unimpressed with Johnny’s volume, rolls his eyes and walks away, muttering about tea for his sudden headache. And Price, sitting at his desk, twitches and reaches for his phone.

Mission: accomplished.

Not the most elegant, but he’s a mafia lieutenant, not a fuckin’ spy. Now, to get those pastries you like before Price sees the footage.

“Luv?”

You glance up from the expense reports you’ve been working through for the better part of an hour. Mr. Price is leaning in the doorway to his office, shoulder to the jamb. There’s… an odd look on his face. You’ve never seen it before, don’t have it categorized in your mental files.

“Yes, boss?” you ask, straightening up.

“A word?”

You blink. That’s… different. You don’t like it.

Price is a steady sort of man. Not predictable, but consistent. That this is new, unusual, unfamiliar, makes you uneasy. Reminds you of your last boss, who could call you into his office with an affable grin, only to spend thirty minutes berating you for anything and everything he could think of.

Price has never done that, nothing even close… but you can’t suppress the slight shake in your hands as you smooth your skirt down. Hide it with a little flick of your wrists before grabbing for your ever-trusty tablet. Hell, you probably don’t even need it, but at this point it’s practically a comfort item. Maybe you should name it, put some googly eyes on it.

“Sweetheart?”

You startle a bit. Realize your feet have already carried you into his office and followed him right to his desk. Except instead of standing at his elbow as usual, you’re facing him across his desk. Like you did during your interview with him, when you were still strangers. Like you used to do for your previous boss.

“Oh, sorry, sir,” you chirp, forcing your usual brightness, “those expense reports, ya know? What did you need me for?”

Without a word, he spins his computer monitor around. Your brow furrows as you process the video playing on the screen. You. Soap. Brandon. Your stomach sinks.

There’s no sound, but there doesn’t really need to be. Even in profile, the expressions are crisp – high end cameras. You feel numb as the scene plays out all over again. You and Brandon snipping at each other back and forth. Your rigid spine, stiff shoulders. Brandon’s sleezy confidence. Soap, getting visibly aggravated as the seconds pass.

And there it is, the moment you spun on your heel, done with the conversation, and Brandon reached for you.

When you see Soap’s hand snap out – just a blur on the screen – you have to sit. Muscle memory collects your tablet in your lap, sweaty hands stacking neatly on top of it. Your heart is beating either too fast or too slow.

Your eyes stay locked on the screen until you and Soap disappear into the elevator, and the video stops.

“Should I play the elevator footage as well?” Price asks, voice low and quiet. “That comes with sound.”

It takes all your years of learned discipline and cultivated poise to resist shrinking in on yourself. It does not, however, stop your eyes from burning.

“Sir,” you say, struggling to keep your voice even, “I am so sorry.”

There’s a beat of tense silence as you gather yourself, throat getting tighter and tighter. Your head is spinning with fear and anxiety. What he’ll say, what he’ll do. How you could possibly damage control this.

“I-I don’t even know how he found out where I work,” you say, “and Soap w-was just trying to help. If I’d known that would happen, I would have taken it outside.”

You can barely look at Price as your voice break midway through, the panic leaking into your tone even as you stay frozen in place.

“Did we – is he suing? Is – is that why—?”

The tears escape despite your efforts, dripping fast and down your cheeks as you shudder in a breath. You can’t pay for a lawsuit, especially not if you’re fired over this. And you don’t want to lose this job. You love this job, you love—

“Oh, darling, what a mess you’ve made of yourself.”

You sniffle as Price rounds his desk and kneels in front of you, plucking his handkerchief from his breast pocket. He tuts at you when you open your mouth to protest, already blotting at your cheeks with a surprisingly gentle touch.

“There now, no need to cry,” he soothes, thumbing away another tear before it can fall. “I know it takes you ages to get your eyeliner right. This is nothing to ruin it over.”

“But…”

“I’m not angry, luv,” he continues, voice still low and quiet. This time, it doesn’t make your shoulders tense. “Wasn’t before and definitely not now. Chin up, there’s a dear.”

“Y-you’re not?” you warble.

“Not a bit,” he answers. “Not at you, at least.”

“Then why…?” You gesture weakly at the computer screen.

He sighs, something almost fond passing over his face. “Darling, you could have been hurt. Imagine if Soap hadn’t been there. All of us on the top floor, waiting for you to get back, not knowing something was wrong.”

He shakes his head, cradling your cheek with the same hand that brushed away your tears.

“You’re one of mine, you understand? Anything that happens to you is my responsibility,” he explains. “And I didn’t… enjoy that you want to keep something like this from me.”

You drop your eyes in shame. Of course. An employee assaulted on company ground, his personal assistant no less. Price would never stand for that sort of thing. He looks out for his own, looks out for you.

“Hey, look at me, luv. None of that now,” he coaxes. “I just want to get to the bottom of why you didn’t want to tell me.”

It occurs to you that that tone you heard earlier might have just been genuine worry and maybe… a bit of hurt. You twist your hands in your lap as you gather your words.

“I didn’t… it wasn’t because of you,” you murmur. “I just… was so embarrassed. And I didn’t want to make it your problem. I’m supposed to make your life easier, not harder.”

He huffs, but you’re relieved to see wry amusement on his face now.

“No more of that,” he orders, as softly as he when he wiped your face. “Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“There’s a love.” He gently pinches your cheek, then stands. “Stay here, I’ll get you a cup of water. Take a moment, yeah?”

You nod, sniffling again. He squeezes your shoulder as he passes, and you finally let yourself breathe. Not getting fired, not getting sued. And Price isn’t mad at you. Christ, he needs to work on his approach.

“Kyle.”

“Yeah, boss?”

“Look into that knob from the lobby. And the little miss’s last boss.”

“You’ve got it.”

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[kari-sims]

Tomiko Moriyama (she/they) as my entry for the Total Drama Sims season 3 by @jonquilyst!! (thanks for letting me participate <3)

also huge wall of slightly amusing text below the cut (you've been warned!) cause i was caffeinated and ended up having some fun with this ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

👩 Age: 14 🪐 Lives in: Strangerville 🐛 Goals in life: to open a bug museum 💖 Orientation: thinks girls are cute, but doesn't want to waste their short teen years chasing them around (that's what the 20's are for!) 🎶 Hidden talent: encyclopedic knowledge of kpop girl group's songs and dances 🥇 Honorable titles: -> 'Mighty Collector of the Fun Hats' -> 'Prestigious Ambassador' at the ''International Bug Diplomacy Federation'' (only actual human member, but it'll grow, just wait!) 👍Likes: iridescent beetles / cut rock hard candy / slippery mud you can draw on / putting googly eyes on random things 👎 Dislikes: homework / cleaning things that'll get dirty again / humans evil bug killing inventions (unless it's a laser shooting death ray gun for mosquitoes, cause yeah, even a bug loving girl hates those bastards!)

[RECORD 434, another sunny day in strange Strangerville]

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(sound of someone clearing their throat, followed by what's obviously a kid trying to speak in an exaggerated deep voice)

Tomiko: "Tomiko is a girl who didn't need a home with walls or windows - the roof to her 'home' has always been the sky above." (pauses, mutters to themselves) Ooh that's a good one! Wait, people will think i live in the woods, no? Wouldn't that be the dream…

(moment of silence as Tomiko daydreams, then remembers she just started recording)

"Tomiko doesn't have many friends, because she was destined to be a free-spirited loner. With the exception of Clarisse, a girl who dreams ofbecoming a marine biologist. Clarisse was made fun of by strangers on a dumb internet show she went to one day, all because she wanted to win the money and go on a trip to Sulani. Now everyone calls her the 'Dolphin Girl'. After Tomiko decided to console her at lunch in school, both of them ended up bonding over their crazy obssession with nature. They've been inseparable friends ever since."

(another pause, followed by an audible sigh)

"Well, they were inseparable, until Tomiko moved away. Now Clarisse is being weird for no reason... anyways, where was i?

(forgets why they went on a Clarisse tangent and starts to fumble with their unorganized notes)

"Oh yes, destined to be a free-spirited loner, ya-da ya-da. Unfortunately, Tomiko was forced to live in a boring house made of bricks, with white furniture, and a mom who was always mad about her muddy boots on the carpet."

(voice shifts to mimic the mom's screech)

- I'm not gonna raise a savage wild child! Since you love dirt so much, go live with your bum of a father in that Strangerplace world, or whatever it's called.

"Best thing to ever happen to me!" (voice switches to normal accidentally, then goes back to the fake deep one) - I mean - best thing to ever happen to Tomiko! Even though her dad looks kinda weird lately, walking around aimlessly at night in search of his mother. Classic dad, being a weirdo. No idea how this man got married..."

- Dad, I told you grandma still lives in Willow Creek. Why do you think she's in the middle of the desert? Also, she wouldn't be caught dead wasting away her fabulous heels in this god-forsaken place.

"Tomiko pretends she doesn't see it, because now she can do whatever she wants, why complicate things? The only problem is, there isn't much to do in Strangerville with the infection rumors going on, and all the damn sus soldiers. Also, the taste of travelling for the first time has left her wanting to see more. Imagine all the bugs she could find?! But you need money for that, sooo… what to do, what to do…"

(voice returns to normal, a bit defensive)

"Okay, fine, I'm the one recording this… (sighs) I know what you're thinking - "just steal from your dad!". Seriously, who do you think I am? Anyways, I did something else instead. I heard there's this competition with other teens where you get to travel the world, and guess what? I signed up for it! Without my parents knowing, of course, but that is irrelevant. They won't even notice I'm gone, I fear. I just hope the organizers don't ask for their permission, because Clarisse was the one who knew how to fake signatures, but now she's hanging out with other kids at school, and thinks she's better than me."

(inhales, then proceeds to speak loudly at a wall, probably)

"Like... Nina? The enemy? Be so for real right now Clarisse! My life is just grand without you! I'll get to travel the world and educate people on how bugs are friends, and definitely NOT disgusting or too dangerous! Well, most times. I'll also prove that even if you're a weird bug loving kid like me, you can still have a chance at a game that requires you to make friends. It'll be eaaasy! In a few weeks I'll be like, Clarisse who? Hahah!"

(brief pause on their flex-rant, which is totally NOT a defense mechanism because she's hurt by them growing apart. They return, slightly worried)

"Do you think I can die in there? Cause gosh, let's hope not! Imagine going on an adventure of a lifetime and not being able to tell people about your heroic deeds... that'd be so lame! Anyways, I'll see you when I see you, whoever is listening to this… Tomi out!"

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[RECORD ENDS]

wow if you're still here, thanks for reading, you wonderful bean! here, have a cute snail

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[holyblonded]

is chickie ever naughty on her own account? like not kyra leading it but chickie does and gets in trouble alone?

— yes, absolutely. chickie can be a little troublemaker in her own right, she just does it in a very “quiet chaos” sort of way. it doesn’t happen often, but when it does… everyone’s like wait what just happened??

— she’s the kind of kid who’ll sneak into the training ground early, rearrange all the cones into a smiley face, and act completely innocent when asked about it

— once dyed the tips of her hair bright green during international duty just because someone in the locker room said “you wouldn’t”

— absolutely got caught by leah doing it in the hotel bathroom and lied with a mouthful of dye bottle and gloves on like “i’m not doing anything”

— one time she climbed the scaffolding of the stands during a quiet day at arsenal just to see the view. got stuck. didn’t even call for help, just chilled there until beth spotted her and freaked out

— during one recovery session, she replaced the physio’s playlist with sam’s worst karaoke recordings. it took everyone twenty minutes to realize and the physio was crying laughing

— she once got told not to bring any snacks to the gym, so naturally she showed up with a full backpack of junk food and set up a snack bar in the corner. gave herself the fake business name “chickie’s chews.” got shut down in five minutes

— arsenal had to call her out by name in a team meeting because she kept sticking tiny googly eyes on the physio equipment. she just blinked and said “i don’t know who did that. but they sound fun.”

— one time got so fed up with the vending machine eating her coins that she slid a note under renee’s office door reading “fix ur evil robot. respectfully, chickie”

— leah’s always the one dragged in like “come get your child” and she’s so exasperated but also weirdly proud

— “why do you keep doing this?”

— “it builds character.”

— still gets away with it 90% of the time because she looks so small and innocent

— but when she does get caught? she just sighs dramatically like “fine. punish me. i’ll never taste freedom again.”

— nobody ever punishes her that hard. they can’t. she’s too ridiculous.

— kyra is both impressed and mad that chickie pulls this stuff without needing a chaos co-pilot. like how dare she cause problems on purpose and why am i proud??

— her most iconic solo crime remains sneaking a giant chelsea flag into the arsenal dressing room as a prank. leah confiscated it, but secretly took a picture and sent it to sam with “your kid’s got balls.”

— sam responded, “yeah. unfortunately. they’re mine.”

[deminetly]

𝜗 ACTIVITIES 𝜚

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make posters for fake events and leave them around town

buy a cake, some balloons and a present for yourself, pretending like its your birthday

go for a run through the forest in a flowy white dress

tape googly eyes on trees

read a book and highlight every word you find beautiful

start a new religion

thrift old electronic items and take them apart

world build a fantasy universe

melt an ice cube in your hands

go to an art museum and try to guess the meaning behind pieces

lay down in a field and try to find shapes and clouds 

unlock new locations to yearn in

stare at a candlelight for hours and just think

enter imaginary portals through woods

befriend a crow

follow a cat or a bird around to see where you end up

lie in your journal

thrift or make small dollhouse furniture

start collecting something (stamps, buttons, stickers, or trinkets)

make a trinket dish from clay

watch a YouTube video or listen to a podcast about a topic that interests you and take notes in your journal

go to places alone until you meet somebody naturally

make clay houses for fairies

make charms from clay

go to a graveyard and find your birthday

make ocs, their lore, relationships to each other and personality

ask your classmates for homework answers and analyse handwriting

design emojis for emotions you’ve felt but couldn’t explain

start a philosophy club with your imaginary friends

learn or make a new language

find an unpopular band and research fun facts about it

go out and collect junk for junk journaling

go out and find a place that you would like to live in if you were a fairy

solve/make sudokus

find your old journals and read through them

build or plan out a treehouse

make specific and really random playlists

meditate 

make your own paints from natural ingredients

draw your childhood plushie as a person

buy an old painting from a thrift store and restore it/add your own touches

grab a couple of things from around your house, pose them together and draw or paint them

try to capture an emotion by painting or drawing it or make up a totally new emotion

do a study or research project on another artist

draw something that challenges you until you’re fine with the end result

re-create an old painting 

write your own fairytale

draw carpets

design movie posters

personalise everything you own

go to an antique store and contemplate the forgotten history behind every object

try to capture a scene from your dream

watch I believe in unicorns (movie)

try shifting

make an altoid wallet room for your calico critter

make a pinterest board for your future home inspo

paint squidward

write a poem about pomegranate

thrift old magazines, cut out letters as well as cute pictures and make a collage

rank studio ghibli worlds you would live in

make statues from foil or clay

mini research projects

thrift flip ties

freeze random things

draw your non dominant hand from different angles

do makeup inspired by random pictures

write an essay about why fairies and unicorns are real

have a deep conversation with your mom

make up a movie plot, design posters and print them out then leave them around town

watch “poor little rich girl”

world build your own planet with all kinds of different creatures and lore

have a pinterest board called “pinterest bag” and save anything you want in there

make ocs (find pictures/draw them, make their personality and lore)

make a trinket box from a matchbox

write an assay about a life lesson

go for a walk with a mug of tea or a bowl of cereal

create new words for emotions or feelings you’ve felt but couldn’t explain

learn to insult people poetically

research black holes 

guided meditations

go to an amusement park just to scream

make up your own typology system

attempt to break a random world record

pierce your house plants

search up philosophical questions and answer them or even make up your own

draw yourself as an angel 

make nature potions with lake water sand grass rocks etc

find a secret hangout 

get into spirituality

try to lucid dream or research other peoples lucid dreaming stories

go for a walk after rain and collect snails

manifest

make a new mythical creature 

worldbuild an imaginary universe/planet

organise beads

try to draw scenes from your dreams 

watch old disney movies

start a new religion

find shapes in clouds

build a hangout for fairies

make a trinket shelf from clay

glass art

paint on spoons and forks

make duct tape wallets

decorate your wired headphones

make a becklace from rings

newspaper art

make stamps from erasers

make clay picture frames

make earrings from random items (q-tips)

make a fabric sketchbook

make keychains from bottle caps

make 3D collages from paper

make an altoid wallet candle

make a mini version of your room

recycle your old clothes

make paper stars

research paradoxes

try lucid dreaming meditations

argue with your plushies about the philosophical takes/views you gave them

like a candle and stare at it until you get an idea

fake journaling (make up a persona and journal as if you wear them, make up situations that happened)

buy cat food to hold in your purse at all times in case you see a stray cat

make jam and decorate the jars (bonus points if you gift it to your grandma)

research the deeper meaning behind childrens cartoons

craft a doll, take it to cute places and have photoshoots

write down the longest midwest emo song titles you can find

watch or make a video essay

thrift old magazines, cut out the coolest things and make collages

stare at your own reflection for hours

go for a walk but you can only go back once you’ve complimented five people

decorate your bag with diy patches

try something you think you’re not gonna like and write about whether you liked it or not in your journal

make a spacehey profile

design new posters for your favourite movies

nap on a med of moss and be observed back into earth

sing your favourite songs to your cat in cat langauge

telepathically send people dreams

walk around town and perform fake plays in front of security cameras

create fake evidence suggesting you went on an adventure that you never really went on

paint all of your toe nails different colours

open your window and breathe in the fresh air, absorbing the world around you

shower without any lights or music

design and build a new musical instrument

when out of inspiration, take your journal and a camera, go on a walk and take pictures/write down anything that inspires you

stick quotes/poems around town

drink tea outside after it rained

play a movie on mute and improvise the dialogue 

with a camera and a pair of boots, make a photo log of a day in the life of an invisible man 

learn morse code

make a “my five stages of grief” playlist

write a love letter to your favourite season, seal it in an envelope and tuck it into a book you only read during that season 

as you go for a walk discreetly scatter wildflower seeds along your path. imagine how in the future a small patch of flowers might bloom unexpectedly because of you 

build a tiny altar to your daydreams. find a small shelf or corner, decorate it with objects that represent your wildest dreams and fantasies (crystals, feathers, dried flowers, trinkets)

have an indoor picnic. lay out a blanket in your living room at midnight, make yourself a snack and read poetry by the candlelight 

use your feelings as inspiration to draw a whimsical map, labelling places like “the valley of nostalgia” or “the Hills of quiet contentment”

have a tiny art show at home, create a few tiny pieces of art like drawings, sculptures or crafts (no bigger than a coin) set them up in a small display area

host a tiny funeral for a habit you’re ready to let go off. write a short eulogy, light a candle, say your goodbyes and thank it for serving you in the past before letting it go 

get a jar and each day add a small object or note that represents your mood (like a shiny bead for happiness and a cloudy pebble for sadness) watch your jar change as your life does

write a letter, seal it in a glass bottle and send it into the ocean 

write a poem with words found in your junk drawer. dig through your junk drawer, pull out random items and let each object serve as a prompt 

leave a small secret gift for a stranger. wrap a tiny object (like a pressed flower, a kind note or a little charm) and leave it somewhere in public for someone to find (a park bench, a library book, a bus seat)

find a beautiful rock, paint a face on it, carry it around for a week, taking pictures of the adventures you went on together 

bake a single cupcake or tiny cake just for yourself, decorate it, light a candle and make a wish 

go for a walk and pretend you’re on a quest. imagine you’re searching for a magical object or solving a mystical riddle as you wonder, narrate your journey 

make a playlist for an imaginary creature

write a thank you note to an inanimate object (like your favourite mug or pen)

put together a time capsule for a fairy (add buttons, crystals, dried flowers, pearls, trinkets, glitter, a poem) and bury it or hide it in a nook of a tree

go for a walk with a glass jar and fill it with tiny magical items you find along the way, go every day until it’s full 

invent something absurd and useless, like an umbrella warmer or a toast unbutterer

take a colouring book and break the “rules” (colour outside of the lines, make the sky green)

create a tiny world in a jar (put in moss, stones, crystals, water etc)

make and decorate a dollhouse to leave it in your garden for a fairy

craft a magic wand

make a trinket necklace

make a memory box

start collecting dead bugs

make drinks that look like potions and have a stargazing picnic while drinking them 

write postcards to imaginary places like a floating city or a forest made of glass

build a bug hotel or bird house 

try stole balancing

carve a candle

create your own tea blend using herbs, flowers and spices

write penpal letters to an imaginary friend (a fairy, mermaid or unicorn) make up an ongoing story thats happening across multiple letters

try to mix a new colour and name it

instead of walking or running, go skipping

research ways the world could end

look for bones in a forest, near a road or river

write a fake history for a mundane object like a spoon

invent new words for oddly specific feelings you’ve felt

create a tiny menu for an imaginary restaurant 

attempt to do something so random that it might be the first time someone ever did it

make an all about me page (include style, hobbies, kins, pride flag, pronouns, age, a quote)

make a pinterest board for your younger self. pin things that they would have liked 

make snow animals on trees 

play dress up while watching a dress up video on YouTube 

research where random memes started and where they came from 

think of whimsical questions to debate (are clouds better than pillows? are sandwiches tiny beds for ingredients?)

decorate your shoes

gather old hats, decorate them wildly and exchange them with your friends. invent backstories for their previous owners 

paint rocks with faces, name them and set up an adoption agency for friends to adopt

decide on your halloween costume and start collecting everything you need for it already 

turn a corner in your room into a museum with weird exhibits like hair from a unicorn or a rock that can talk 

rewatch your childhood favourite movies and cartoons

try a new hobby every day for a week straight and vlog it

create a secret handshake for yourself

invent a new holiday and celebrate it

have a secret handshake with the moon and do it every time you spot her

write your favourite word in your journal in as many fonts as you can invent

set reminders for random times, writing down little rewards that future you can give herself

make a “this reminds me of me” pinterest board or journal page

make your own tarot cards

write a love letter to yourself

go on a winter run (run through the snow, throw snowballs at trees, make snowangels, dance around the dark streets)

write an essay or journal page about why you would choose happiness over money or money over happiness

ask the universe a question and shuffle your playlist to see what it has to say

listen to every song called sleep walk and rank them

instead of bedrotting try treerotting

draw other people artworks in your style

try to create an organism inside of a bottle or bowl

make a music video (lizzy grant style)

try to create a new dimention or perspective by drawing it

start writing down if you notice any changes in your life or other people around full moons

start taking dice with you everywhere to help you make decisions (even numbers mean yes and uneven numbers mean no)

make your own eyeshadow palette (with pictures from pinterest) and name the eyeshadows

try to think of a feeling youve felt but couldnt explain then give it a name, make a playlist specific to that feeling and write a poem about it

make a playlist just for staring at the moon at night and make it a routine to listen to it everyday

try to remember things you used to enjoy as a child to experience them again (movies, songs, hobbies, toys, etc)

watch a video on a topic of your choice and take notes while drawing the person in the video

stare at an empty journal page until you get an idea. dont stop until its filled

make an intro for yourself (a minute long clip introducing you, add a song you like behind it)

make a pocket shrine

deeply analyse and overexplain something in your journal 

go to a bookstore and let your intuition guide you to a book/ask a cool-looking person for a recommendation

grow plants in tea cups

make a secret blog and write the username on random bridges and walis so people can find you

develop a relationship with the moon (research about her, interact with her, give her a name, talk to her)

start noticing signs and patterns

do a spell that shows you what your soulmate looks like in a dream

analyse your dreams (whats a topic/person that keep showing up?)

start researching astrology, laws of the universe, the moon, witchcraft, etc

invent a ‘new vibe’ and make playlists and pinterest boards for it

start saying thank you to everything. enjoying a tasty mango? thank the universe

say nice things to your water before drinking it (creates good energy)

go for a swim fully clothed

put a hammock out in a random place and read a book

find a secret hangout you never tell anyone about

sing and dance around in a forest

lie on the ground while its raining

meditate in a forest

walk until you see an animal

feed ducks

make gifts and write letters to your future partner

rewrite any scenes you didnt like from your favourite movies/books

make your own album - get a few songs you like and have the same vibe into a playlist and design the album cover and think of a name

make diy instrumnets

make perfume from water, flowers and essential oil

make a magazine about your interests

go to a beach with a jar and bring the beach home with you (add sand, seashells and water into the jar)

make up a persona with deep backstory and start writing diary entries and poetry from their persperctive

analyse peoples birth charts

make a 'whats in my bag' video/ picture and post it

birdwatch with your pet

write down every single job you would be happy working

make up your own fashion show (choose the theme, design the costumes, makeup, etc)

write a song (or at least the lyrics)

visit a medieval torture museum

go out listening to a video game backround song

doodle something weird

make a dream catcher

make a paper museum

make gifts, write letters to your future partner

go out and pretend to be invisible

make up new trolley problems

make ocs and let them go out on adventures (draw them in random pictures)

find songs that fit all of the characters from your favourite show

make a junk necklace

find a topic in math that intrests you and study (trust me its fun if you understand it)

imagine you're the author of your own life story and write whatever you would like to happen right now

research about the meaning of your favourite songs/ albums

give yourself a ‘no concept of time' day where you dont check the time all day (you can even hide every clock in your house)

send a telepathic message to someone

redesign your favourite characters

try to become a better talker and go up to random people to practice

go for a walk with just the intention of taking pictures of stuff that would make a good album cover

go for walks and summarize them (ex - saw ducks, discovered a new path, saw a cloud in the shape of a heart)

make a bucketlist of things you would never do

draw all of the members of your favourite band

watch the first video that shows up on your youtube home page and rate it

try to follow a hard crochet tutorial and see what you end up with

decorate your laptop, phone case, journal, airpod case, etc

make a list of characters youd like to be friends with

embroider something on your jeans

pretend youre an art teacher and think of creative assignments to give your students (ex: design a tattoo you would get)

make a pinterest board with different sections named after all of your loved ones and save pins that remind you of them to their sections

do your makeup and hair in a really unique way, choose an "out there" outfit and do a photo shoot

attempt to find your own art style

rewatch a movie you have a bad rating to and see if your opinion has changed at all

think of a random book idea, worldbuild it, make some characters and design the cover of the book

find images of blank things and draw on them (you can print them out or use an app) ex: a blank T-shirt

listen to an entire album and rate it, you can evencreate a poster/newspaper for it

write (and film) an ad for a random object you like

write an essay

burn a cd of songs that fit together then design an almub cover for it

customise a doll from the thrift store to look like you like a cheaper version of a blythe doll)

make up your own system for analysing/ categorizing people (take inspiration from typology and astrology)

try to make a piece of art with materials that arent made for making art

start collecting old (fashion) magazines from thirft stores

make up an alphabet and start thinking of words for your imaginary language

design a perfect summer day (include food, outfit, activities) and do it as soon as summer starts

[recordswithgooglyeyes]

Mayhem - “Daemon”

submitted by @visionsofpsychicdismemberment

[callsign-venus]

For the Love of Love | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader | Part I

Summary: You are dreading your grandparents' 60th anniversary. While you love them, along with the rest of your family, you're tired of being "the single one." So when your friend Bradley Bradshaw offers to accompany you to your grandparents' Tahoe cabin for the long weekend, your tipsy self agrees. The problem? Only that you're hopelessly in love with him.

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: alcohol consumption, pining, fake dating, reader is supposed to be young, so age gap?

a/n: this is my first series, yay! Let me know if you'd like to join the taglist! I hope y'all enjoy x

The night before you were expected – along with the rest of your family – at your grandparents’ Tahoe cabin, you called up your childhood best friend to help you drown your sorrows at the Hard Deck. The air in the bar was dense with a steady throb of ‘80s music and the slur of dozens of drunken conversations. There were so many people that, even though you immediately shed your jacket, a bead of sweat rolled down your back before you even reached the bar. Still, the Hard Deck was like a second home to you, and its chaos enveloped you with all the warmth of a hug from a friend who was a little more drunk than they’d admit.

Nat was already at the bar. She had a beer in one hand, another waiting for you in front of the empty barstool next to her. You smiled. She must have put up quite a fight to keep that seat for you on such a busy night.

You hopped up on the barstool and snagged your beer, relishing in its coolness more than its taste. How long until Nat gave up on trying to get you to like IPAs? At least this one was potable, unlike the last one she tried to get you to drink.

“You’re late,” she said.

“Sorry, I was packing.” You had to yell over the clash of noise between you. “Do you know how hard it is to pack winter clothes? I have, like, three suitcases. Full.”

Nat laughed. “Excited much?”

You slammed your bottle of beer down on the counter like an inebriated judge making a ruling. “I’m actually not going to go.”

“To your grandparents’ 60th anniversary?” Nat arched her brows.

“Yes. Think about it.” You sat up straighter. “I’m alone with my family in the mountains. I’m the only grandchild not in a relationship. We’re all there to celebrate love. My grandma tells me fourteen times that she had two kids by my age. Auntie Marnie will get wine drunk and ask why I’m not dating anyone when I’m such a catch. All the cousins will bring their partners and they’ll hold hands and make googly eyes at each other and kiss each other in the kitchen. Everyone will be so in love, and I’ll stick out like a sore thumb. And I can’t even bring you with me because you’re working. Ugh, this is going to suck.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” Nat took a swig of her beer.

“Didn’t I tell you about Sabrine’s wedding?” You knew you had. Your cousin’s wedding was sweet and intimate, and of course you were happy for her and Matt. But there were moments that sent you teetering toward something akin to an existential crisis. And the constant comments from your aunts, the snide remarks from your brother, and the oppressive sense of love in the air definitely did not help. Slightly buzzed in your aunt’s backyard the night before the ceremony, watching everyone declare their love in a thousand small ways (an easy brush of the hands, a fork of pasta held up like an offering, a future planned by spoken word), you couldn’t help but draw up your feet and stare at the stars like they had an answer for you.

Nat shrugged this off. “Then bring a date. There’s plenty of eligible bachelors in this bar right now.”

As if her words were a spell, a seaman tapped on her shoulder. Nat was in civilian clothes, so her high rank wasn’t visible to ward him off like on most other nights. She snapped around. Her teeth must have been barred because she sent him skittering into the crowd in record time.

“Oh yeah,” you sipped your drink, “plenty of eligible bachelors.”

“Shut up. I’m not the one leaving on a flight tomorrow morning, desperately lonely, heading for a fate as terrible as celebrating love.”

“Who’s celebrating love?” Jake appeared like a demon summoned straight from hell.

When Nat first introduced you to the Daggers, they had all been intimidating. But only Hangman had you on edge. You’d softened up to the guy in the years since, but you didn’t need him knowing about how “desperately lonely” you were. In fact, there was only one man in the world who you wanted to see less than Jake in that moment. And if Jake was there, it was only a matter of time before he was, too.

Nat tipped her beer toward you. “She doesn’t want to be the only single person at her grandparents’ 60th wedding anniversary this weekend.”

God. There he was. Popped up right as you expected – and dreaded. His loud Hawaiin shirt poorly concealed his heavily muscled arms. His aviators hung off his undershirt, and they rattled against his chest as he laughed at your predicament. You couldn’t even look at his face.

“I just know my family’s going to give me a hard time,” you said in panicked defense. “Even if they don’t mean to.”

Bradley draped an arm over your shoulder. He’d done it so countless times in knowing you, like it never fazed him. It probably didn’t. He did it to Hangman and Phoenix and Bob, too. However, you had never gotten used to the feel of his skin against your own. Your face got hot, and you hoped he couldn’t feel the sweat spreading under your shirt

He brought his mouth close to your ear to ensure you heard him over the ruckus of the bar. “Whatever your family says about you, just know that they’re right.”

You wriggled out from under his arm, and he doubled over laughing. So did Hangman and Phoenix.

“Don’t let him get under your skin,” Nat said after collecting herself.

You rolled your eyes. He was already under your skin. Had been from the moment you first laid eyes on him. Spread like an itch that was always there, but one you could never scratch.

“C’mon, let’s play some pool.” Jake vanished into the crowd, knowing the three of you would follow.

You had never been so thankful to be around the pool table, even though some nights you dreaded it. Every one of the Daggers could outplay you in pool; you always felt bad for whoever was unlucky enough to be your partner. And normally, you felt a little awkward when the conversation turned to work. Fighter jets and naval bureaucracy were not things you were well versed in, but that night, you were grateful for the work conversation to overshadow the conversation about your lack of a love life.

Unfortunately, when you and Nat were down three-nothing, somehow your love life took center stage again.

Jake sank the cue ball – such a rare occurrence the four of you stood still against the wave of bar patrons for a solid five seconds before you and Nat cheered.

“Nice going, Seresin.” Nat patted you on the shoulder. “Set her up real nice.”

Jake scoffed.

Bradley winked at you as you set the cue ball on the table. He mouthed good luck, and you – along with your chances of winning – were a goner.

You had a perfect opportunity to sink the ruby red 7 ball. You lined up your shot, pulled back on your cue stick, took a shallow breath – that did not calm your nerves – and completely missed. The cue ball jumped around the table, smacking into solids and stripes alike. Everyone leaned in as it collided with the 8 ball, sending it hurtling toward the corner. By some small miracle, it missed the pocket by a breath. Both the 8 and cue balls rolled to an unceremonious stop.

“Well, that could have been worse.” Nat sounded like she was trying to reassure herself.

“Jesus,” Jake said. “No need to worry about your boy troubles if this is how you play pool after two years of practice with the best.”

Your cheeks warmed. Usually, you could at least hold your own. Your partner would have to do a lot of heavy lifting, but they could count on you to sink a few balls. At the very least, they could count on you not to do whatever the hell that just was. You could feel everyone staring, Jake’s mishap long forgotten. You could especially feel Bradley’s gaze on you. It was hotter in the bar than when you first arrived. You crossed your arms over your chest, rubbing a thumb against the sticky skin of your upper arm.

“Don’t you think she should just bring a date to the anniversary?” Nat asked the two other aviators as Bradley lined up his shot. “That would keep her family off her back.”

You dug your nails into your skin to keep from lunging at her over the pool table.

Hangman grinned, his teeth flashing against the neon lights. “Sure. Any luck with those dating apps?”

“Ha ha,” you said. “It’s no use. Besides the fact that they suck ass, my plane leaves at 8:30 tomorrow morning.”

Bradley sank two stripes in one shot. Before taking another, he gestured around the bar. “And these fine men don’t meet your standards? They are members of the American Armed Forces, after all.”

“I’m not taking a stranger on my grandparent’s 60th anniversary trip, thank you.”

Bradley shrugged. He missed the 15 ball.

Nat leaned over to take her shot. She looked up at the boys, flashed a smile at you, then said, “What if she took one of the Dagger boys?”

Your hands flew to the edge of the pool table for support, otherwise, you might have gone down.

“What, should she take Bob?” Jake’s voice was laced with alcohol and utter delight in your misery. “He’d have a heart attack trying to keep up a ruse like that.”

Jake and Bradley shared a good laugh, only to be quieted when Nat went on a run and sank four solids before finally missing.

She straightened and used her cue stick to point at them. “Y’know, I was kind thinking about one of you two.”

Your blood just about froze solid in your veins. What the hell was Nat thinking? You’d rather die than spend a long weekend at Jake’s side – you just couldn’t bear a constant barrage of snarky comments and showboating. And you’d actually rather die than have Bradley at your side, touching you in his casual way, his shit-eating grin dawning under his mustache, and god forbid his winking.

Jake smirked. “Surely there are easier ways to ask us out.”

“Yeah, we don’t bite.” Bradley laughed. “Before I consider the offer, how nice is this cabin?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I’m dying to go out with the both of you. How could you see right through me?”

You prayed that no one could see right through you. Especially as your heart rate quickened when Bradley’s gaze settled on you, clouded with thought.

“Assholes,” Nat grumbled as Jake sank the rest of the stripes and the 8 ball in three easy shots. You two were down four-nothing.

Your night of drinking with Nat was ruined. You half-hoped Bob would pop up, offer to be your date, and whisk you away for a respectful and very platonic weekend. Your heart sank like the 8 ball when you remembered he was deployed for three months somewhere in the Indian Ocean.

Reality settled in and you figured you might as well get a good night’s sleep before braving the cold mountains and your family.

“I think I’m gonna head home.” You hugged Nat. “Sorry for being a shitty pool partner.”

“I wouldn’t expect any less of you.” She dropped her voice and whispered in your ear. “Sorry for pimping you out like that.”

You shook your head. As much as you had wanted the ground to swallow you, you appreciated her efforts to make your weekend less miserable. Even if she was a little out of line.

You said goodbye to the boys, gathered your purse and your jacket, and left. The noise of the bar melted into the cool, quiet night. You pulled out your phone and ordered yourself an Uber. A slight breeze chased away the sheen of sweat on your skin, and you allowed yourself a moment’s respite under the moonlight.

“Hey.”

You spun around. Bradley was standing there, his hands in his pockets.

“Hey.” Your voice was a little too loud. You’d been yelling all night over the noise of the bar, after all. “Did I forget something?”

“No. I just wanted to say sorry.” He smiled. “For teasing you about the whole no date thing.”

“Oh. Thanks, I guess.” Goosebumps raised on your arms.

“Y’know, I’ve never been to Tahoe.”

“Oh really?” You started to struggle on your jacket to fight the chill. Bradley held a hand out, and you gave him your purse so you could slip your jacket on easier. “Thanks. You’ve never been to Tahoe?”

“Nope.” He handed your purse back.

“Thanks,” you said again. “That’s a bummer. It’s beautiful, especially at this time of the year. A late snowstorm just rolled through, it should be a winter wonderland up there.”

“Well,” he took a step closer to you. “I was thinking. I’ve never been to Tahoe, you still need a date, I enjoy your company…”

You swallowed hard. Were you dreaming? “Bradley, my flight leaves early tomorrow.”

“So? I’ve got leave. I’m used to early mornings.” His smile was nearly blinding in the full moonlight.

“Did Nat put you up to this?” You tried to catch a glance of her through the large windows, but the Hard Deck was just too packed.

“A little. But to be honest, I didn’t need a lot of convincing. I think it could be fun.”

You fiddled with a button of your jacket, unable to look at him. Before you could think of an excuse to reject his offer, you blurted, “Pick me up from my place?”

“Of course. That’s what a good boyfriend does.” He pulled you in for a quick hug. A completely platonic, pat-on the back, ends-quick-as-it-started type hug. So why did your heart almost stop?

“I’ll book your ticket,” you said over the jackhammering beat of your heart. “You don’t have to worry about anything. Just be at my apartment at 6:00.” 

Your Uber pulled up to the curb.

“I’ve gotta go.” You edged toward the car. “But, just – thank you so much. I know this is weird, but I really appreciate it.”

He winked. “Anytime.”

As you settled in the back of the Toyota Camry, you took a deep breath. What the hell did you just get yourself into?

Read Part II here!

[kindaasrikal]

Wu and Garmadon except Garmadon once tried to mess with Wu when they were younger saying the tickle monster is about to attack him and after Garmadon chased him around for an hour with wiggling fingers and left Wu dying on the ground Wu, in all his younger sibling glory, used his element of creation to make an actual tickle monster not realising the consequences of his actions.

Both he and Garmadon learned that day that they should definitely start getting along.

The fsm was not impressed when he was jumped by both his breathless sons, before he too got jumped by a 8ft blue furry creature with googly eyes and had to fly kick the thing far into the air.

Years later? All of them forget it ever even happened.

Until Lloyd has to deal with the consequences of his family’s actions again when one day after Lloyd pranks all the ninja he’s walking through the bounty’s deck when a blue 8ft furry monster fall on him and starts tickling him.

It took Wu saying the ninja would have to alphabetically sort all of his teas and scrolls if they don’t help Lloyd for them to actually stop the tickle monster from hyperventilating Lloyd.

Wu watched happily as all his students got attacked from the tickle monster. He made sure to record it all so one day he can show it to Garmadon.

[gerry-the-archivist]

^An old television suddenly shows up in the Archives with a sticker that has the brand name “Fear-Fueled Fun” haphazardly stuck onto it. It comes with a tape, which shoves itself into the television. The tape starts playing, and a younger version of David shows up on the screen, looking about sixteen and visibly distressed.^

So this is the last commercial, right? I can go home after this? ^He asks, to someone that’s out of frame. He lets out a relieved sigh as they seem to answer, and then looks at the camera with a box of.. something in his hands.^

There are trinkets that relate to each of the known Fears in this box. I shall be investigating what they do.

^The recording cuts to him sitting on the floor and taking a googly eye out of the box.^

Okay, so, this one is definitely aligned with The Eye.

^He shows it to the camera, and then puts it back into the box. He then takes a fog machine that’s producing far too much fog out of the box.^

And this one’s connected to The Lonely.

^He continues like this, pulling out items from the box and saying what Fear they’re aligned with, until he reaches the last one, the one connected to The Slaughter, which looks like a very realistic toy knife. Almost too realistic.^

And, finally, this one’s with The Slaughter. I honestly don’t know why they made me do this ad. These aren’t for sale.

^The far-too-realistic knife then plunges into his arm, and David lets out a fearful string of curses before the recording cuts out and the tape is ejected from the old television.^

-@aussiewhogotvased

…well that certainly isn’t getting past the censorships.

@numberonevasehater your husband needs therapy

@wren-of-the-flock get your dad therapy

[oriistar]

Paper Pals

Sun x GN! Reader

Summary: Congratulations! You've been awarded the high honor of being Mr. Sun's Super Duper Craft Time Assistant! What does Mr. Sun have in store for today?

Warnings: Paper Cuts and Fluff.

Another beautiful day in the Superstar Daycare and everything was running just as smoothly as you could have hoped! The children were being surprisingly good today and you only had to kiss two knee scrapes which was a new record. Sure there were one or two spills during snack time but that was easily cleaned up and the kids surprisingly went down easy for their nap time too. It was much later in the afternoon now, nearly time for parents to start arriving to pick up their kids, and Sun had decided that a special craft time was the perfect way to wrap everything up for the day. So here you were, standing in front of a group of twenty or so children with Sun by your side and happily explaining what craft they'd all be doing today. 

While the kids were sitting at their little tables, you and Sun stood behind a bigger table with all of the needed supplies laid out neatly. You both honestly looked like those chefs that showed up on talk shows sometimes and the image made you laugh a little to yourself. The supplies you had today were paper plates, colorful construction paper, markers in a rainbow of colors, googly eyes, and of course glitter glue. You were going to make paper pals! It was a craft that the children had done with Sun before so you weren't exactly sure why you needed to be his ‘Super Duper Craft Time Assistant’ (A name picked out by him), but he insisted that he would need your help to show the kiddos how to make them properly. Of course, he did whisper to you that most of the paper pals the kids made turned out less than stellar and you had to remind him that they were kids and not as much of a crafting expert as he was. He seemed to preen at the praise though and that was satisfying enough.

Sun ran through the basic steps and admittedly none of the kids were really paying much attention to him as they had already started making their own varying kinds of paper pals. You assisted the bubbly animatronic as best you could but again, you weren't sure why he had insisted on you being his craft time assistant when he was more than capable of doing everything on his own. He effortlessly drew a rather familiar looking face on his first paper plate before he turned to you with a grin. “Oh my super fantastic helper, could you pleeeeease hand me the yellow construction paper?” He asked in a lovey dovey tone, clasping his hands in front of his chest as he swayed from side to side. You rolled your eyes as a few of the children giggled at his antics but he did ask nicely so you lifted the small stack of construction paper and started sifting through it to find a yellow piece. “Of course, Mr.Sun.” You replied teasingly, knowing that he hated when you called him that. You gave him a sly smile as you held out the yellow construction paper and watched his rays retract and expand the way they usually did when he was a little annoyed. 

If he could roll his eyes you were sure that he would as he took hold of the delicate paper with his fingers and pulled the sheet from your grasp with a quick snap of his wrist. You let out a small hiss as he did so and jerked your hand away to inspect the sudden dull sting in one of your fingers. Sure enough, you had a thin paper cut running along your pointer finger and a small bead of blood was peeking out from the incision. You frowned in annoyance and were about to just ignore it but Sun was on you immediately and fretting as he took hold of your wrist and inspected the cut. “Oh gosh, oh no, i'm so so so sorry Starshine!” He wailed and his panicked state had caught the attention of the children sitting at their little crafting tables. A few of the kids were already starting to panic too, seeing Sun in such a frantic state was making their own little emotions flare up. You needed to calm the poor bot down before chaos ensued. 

You quickly placed a hand over one of Sun’s way too large ones and began to try and soothe his worries. “It’s just a paper cut, it's fine Sunny.” You muttered, your face warming as he gently caressed your hand with his silicone coated fingers. He didn’t respond so you continued to try and calm him down. “It’s only like a small drop of blood,” You muttered softly so the children wouldn’t hear you and freak out further, “And it only stings a little, it'll go away soon.” Apparently that wasn't the right thing to say though as he clutched your hand a little tighter in his and a staticy sound of distress came from his voice box. “Ohhh no! I made you bleed! I hurt my precious Starshine!” His wailing was much louder than before and a few kids burst into tears on the spot once he mentioned blood. You scoffed in utter disbelief at his behavior. Sun had dealt with countless scrapes and bruises on the children, why was he losing it over a silly papercut?

While Sun was busy losing his marbles over your paper cut and the kids had started with a full blown tantrum, You quickly reached for Sun’s forearm and pushed down on the plating that hid a small compartment you knew was there after having seen it plenty of times before. Sun froze in place when he felt the compartment pop open and he watched as you pulled out one of the Superstar Daycare themed band aids and swiftly wrapped it around your injured finger. “There. Problem solved.” You said with an affirmative nod of your head before you closed the compartment on Sun’s arm. He stared at you for a long moment, ignoring the still sniffling children that had calmed down now that you showed them your bandaid, before he reached out and took hold of your wrist again. You were about to question him but were promptly stunned to silence as he lifted your paper cut inflicted finger and pressed the teeth of his smile to it very gently. His voice box made a sickeningly sweet ‘Mwah’ as he pulled away. You could feel your face getting hotter as a few ‘ooooh’s sounded from the few kids who were paying attention but Sun just giggled before he went back to making the little paper pal version of himself. “All boo boo's get kissed better! That’s just one of the daycare rules!” He said, sounding very pleased with himself. You mentally cursed yourself for getting flustered over such a display, he was just doing what he was supposed to when someone got hurt in the daycare! 

Things mostly return to normal with you handing off supplies and occasionally scampering away to sign out kids since parents had begun to trickle in for pick up. Sun finished up his paper pal with the few kids remaining for the day and let them play with it for a bit while he made his way over to you. “Is your finger still hurting, Starshine? I can distribute pain medication if you feel it is necessary.” He chirped up happily and you shook your head at his offer. “Pain medicine for a paper cut? I told you it wasn't that bad.” You laughed and you leaned over the security desk to pull up the last few kids' info in preparation for then their parents would arrive to pick them up. You settled into your usual playful back and forth banter with Sun until you were interrupted by one of the kids crying. It didn't take long to arrive at the scene of the crime where you found a little girl crying on the floor and a young boy holding the, now ripped, Sun paper pal in his hands. 

“She wasn't sharing! I wanted to play with Mr. Sun!” The little boy began defending himself immediately as he dropped the paper pal to the floor. It didn't take much coaxing from Sun before the true story came to light and supposedly the little girl, named Ava, had been playing with the Sun paper pal when the boy came over and demanded she give it to him. A tug-a-war ensued which had resulted in the ripped paper pal you were now holding in your hands. While Sun reprimanded the two kids and brought them to their parents who had shown up very soon after, You made your way back to the craft tables and began piecing the ripped paper pal back together with some scotch tape. With all the children finally back in the hands of their parents, it was time to start cleaning up for the day and Sun returned to the messy craft area to find you holding up the messily repaired paper pal. “You fixed it?” Sun asked with a little gasp as he sat down on the padded floor and hugged his gangly knees against his chest. You nodded your head and a sly smile crossed your features for the second time that day as you glanced over at Sun and made a huge show of placing a little kiss against the rip that marred the paper pal that was decorated to look just like him. Sun just stared at you as you giggled and repeated his words from earlier, “Every boo boo needs a kiss, right?” And he was certain in that moment that he was very much in love with you.

All of my writing is original work created by me. Please do not repost, translate, or alter them in any way.

[rascals-forthememories]

Thomas A. Merrick moodboard + random headcanons

🥁🎶➤Imagine him to be born around the mid to late 70’s, ok 1986, which makes him a millennial of course. He's very independent as a guy and would be able to live by himself before his 18s but stays with like his momma/gramma. Like at times he'd randomly hear "Thomas A. Merrick!!!" From the distance he drops whatever he's doing and goes home (instead of Spidey senses it's Merrick radar). Maybe he was born and raised in the rural Midwest, but moved to the city during high school.

🥁🎶➤Band's drummer, senior student and a mature and level-headed guy with rugged lumberjack vibe. Last but not the least... Merrick would totally be the band's unofficial ''big brother figure'' (The youngsters might find him annoying because he constantly nags the lil shits). Kick lowkey fw Merrick and calls him ''Tomathy''.

🥁🎶➤Enjoys classics likes country/folk acoustics, maybe ''Home'' by Phillip Phillips, which makes total sense for his more down-to-earth feel that suits his personality. Prob even listen the Beatles, Elton John, Billy Joel and John Denver. (man gets teased about his old-school taste, but he shrugs it off and says ''good music is good music, no matter what era it's from) Sometimes he would occasionally play acoustic guitar too

🥁🎶➤Secretly a master at a random skill like woodworking or photography. He has a collection of handmade wooden stuff and a stack of old film cameras that he's slowly restoring. I could also see him enjoy reading classic literature too!

🥁🎶➤Giving that oldest big bro vibe (dealing with teen rascals man) (big bro Merrick is all "you gotta pay me later for this" as he buys a family size takeout meal for the gang), he has more experienced perspective on life and a more responsible outlook however he's always there to offer a stable presence and some solid advice. Seriously he's playing the role, insisting that he's just being ''responsible''.

🥁🎶➤He'd be the one who keeps the band focused and on track, always reminding the others of their scheduled rehearsal times, but also the one who always trying to keep Keegan and Jemíma in line during practice, since they have a tendency to get distracted by their ''tension'' sometimes (''Ok, enough Keegan stop ogling like a sick love puppy with your girlfriend'') ("Hey you two lovebirds remember we're here to play music, not make googly eyes at each other'')

🥁🎶➤Has a habit of mumbling to himself when he's lost in thought, or he's got an obsession with collecting weirdly specific things like vintage drumsticks or rare vinyl records and an old record player.

🥁🎶➤ Merrick also has a secret soft spot for animals, especially dogs. He might have a dog of his own, a loyal mutt named ''Buddy'', who he takes on long walks in the park and spoils with treats.

🥁🎶➤Master at solitaire, probably have a little table set up in the band's rehearsal space and, and every once in a while he'd take break from drumming to shuffle a deck of cards and lay out a few games.

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Distinct Ways P Shows His Love

• A lot of Pino's love is physical, because he's not great with words or expressing his exact emotions quite yet. Since he's new to human things, his affection can come off a bit strange.

• There's a lot of leaning against you, pushing his head into your shoulders, as well as generally loitering around or silently hovering behind you, as he really enjoys observing you.

• Nose touching!! He likes to smush his face on yours in general but he especially loves giving you a nuzzle with his nose or giving you a soft boop. Right before he leaves for an evening of stalking he'll hold you close, give you a kiss, and nudge your nose with his own.

• He also wants to stroke the back of your head and neck like you do for him, but he tends to just grab your whole face or top of your head with his very wide hand at first. He wants to pet you like a cat so please be patient with him.

• Pino wants you to know when his heart is pounding for you. He will take your hand and place it over his chest, showing you how exhilarated you make him feel when you're around. "That's for you," he'll tell you, so softly and quietly that you almost miss it.

• In addition to his physical affection, P also shows love by bringing back for you silly little trinkets and items (that may even be actual junk) after he returns from scouting Krat. If he sees something that catches his eye, he often decides that he'd like to share this fascination with you.

• Giving to people and doing things for others is a big way that Pino displays his love. He *wants* to do things for you, almost to an absurd degree. This boy will intentionally enter rooms as fast as possible so that he can hold open doors for you. He is trying to be a gentleman.

• If he has time, P does little things for you that he knows will make you happy as a surprise. He remembers every time you tell him you like something, after all.

• For example, he'll just randomly bring fluffier pillows and softer blankets to your bed, or make you some simple refreshments such as soup or tea. If you like to listen to his records with him, he goes out and tries to seek out more just for you to enjoy.

• Lastly, little pranks and practical jokes as he gains humanity show how comfortable P truly is with you. He'll put googly eyes on all your household items. He'll sneak up on you to give you a spook. If you reciprocate, it's the most significant thing in the world for him.