#rubberballs

[rubberbal]

ok so uhh im bored so vote.

[rubberbal]

Yippers

hello fellow rubber ball

WOAH ANOTHER ONE!!!

[bigmack2go]

Katherine “Plumber” Pulitzer has Adhd but not “aDhD iS BeAuTiFuL” type adhd because it isnt. It’s a disability that affects people

Katherine who’s hyperactive and annoying and has trouble finding friends because of it

Katherine who doesn’t believe when she *does* have real friends, thinking they’ll grow tired of her eventually

Katherine who has a bajillion hyper fixations a week and can’t finish one if her projects for shits

Katherine who doesn’t remember that she put stuff down she was just holdibg seconds ago, let alone where

Katherine who thinks she’s going crazy or that she has memory loss or some shit because she just can’t remember anything

Katherine who ignores her reminders automatically even when she tries not to and doesn’t know WHY

Katheribe who can’t explain shit, who cant put things into words and cant explain her feelings or her thoughts

Partially because her thoughts go to fast and partially because they don’t make sense when they’re put into words

Katherine who cant speaj spontaneously, who always has to wrote shit down and formulate whole sentences before hand, so she cabt handle confrontation. Not because she doesn’t know WHAT to say but because she doesn’t knwo HOW to say ot when she didn’t prepare herself

Katherine who’s affraid of relationships because she’s afraid they’ll jusy be another hyper fixation and they dont wnat to make anyone feel that way

Katherine who doesn’t want to make ANYONE feel that way, who feels guilty way to fast and does everything in her power to make people feel included even if that means not being included herself because she knows what it feels like and she can’t stand the thought of other feeling that way. Let alone being the reason other feel that way

Katherine who WHEN she writes stuff down, can formulate the most complicated sentence possible and still make it make sense but only if she has time for that

Katherine who can’t get out of bed for shits sometimes, wondering why she isn’t as much of a rubberball as she used to be when she was younger

Katherine who has episodes where she sleeps always and everywhere and then other times she’ll stay awake for a week at a time and then drive on one hour of sleep the next week

Katherine who has trouble sleeping even if she really really wants to and is really fucking tired because her brain just wont stop

Katherine who writes articles and sometimes slowly trails off, transitioning to another topic or starts writing about something entirely different in the middle of a sentence

Katherine who’s afraid of quitting hobbies that she started because of a hyper fixation even though she’s grown out if said hyper fixation, because she’s afraid she’ll regret it

Katherine plumber who just can’t get it right. No matter how hard she tries she just always seems to keep failing. And no matter how much attention she tries to py in class, she just can’t

Katherine who gets called out for not listening, and made to cone to the board to solve a task even though the teacher know damn well she can’t do that because she wasn’t paying

Katherine who gets laughed at and feels humiliated by her teachers

Katherine who holds grudges against these people. Katherine who just cannot forget what they’ve done. Katherine who sometimes catches herself smiling when something happens to those people

Katherine who is determined to be something big, to have a legacy, something that outlives her, something big. Not because she’s greedy but because people always underestimate her and she needs to prove. Them. Wrong. She just HAS to. Or else, how does SHE know that they weren’t right. If those people arent wrong, then what’s she even doing here?

Katehrine who sometimes tries to make friends by bragging about her father’s wealth, thinking people will like her that way. Who’s willing to have friends that only like her because of her father. And ultimately, who still doesn’t make friends because even when she does do that ppl still don’t want to be her friends….

Katherine who wants to be a good friend but also just anytime someone just beeds someone to listen, she’ll skip back to the original plan as soon as possible because otherwise she’ll panic.

Katherine who misses deadlines

Katherine whi just cant seem to learn from her mistakes

Katherine who’s told she ruins everything

Katherine who thinks she’s a bad friend and a bad person because she’s lazy, and she doesn’t clean her room and she doesn’t do the homework and she cheats in class because she doesn’t understand but *ultimately its her own fault for not listening* so she still feels bad about it

Katherine who sometimes takes advantage of her fathers influence even though she knows she shouldn’t

Katherine who used to think that everything is unfair and everyone is against her and acted like she hated herself to manipulate others. Katherine who realised what she was doing and tries to change but sometimes still catches herself doing this stuff. Katherine who ends up *actually* hating herself because of that, and katherine who thinks she’s still manipulating others

Katherine who lets people treat her bad because *they were there for me when i was bad, and sometimes i treated them bad too, and they didn’t leave. So they deserve the same from me*

Katherine who hates the thought that she has to live her entire life like this even tho she only has one

And Katherine who wonders why everyone else doesn’t feel that way about themselves or about her

And katherine who wonders why everyone hates her

And Katherine who wonders why she cant do anything about it

And Katherine who wonders why she can’t just be normal

And Katherine who wonders why she cant just be like everyone else

And mostly importantly

Katherine who wonders

Why *her*??? Why does it have to be her?

Why not anyone else. Thers so many people and she’s the one that has to be different

“Why ME?”

[mapplestrudel]

Mando'a for Beginners - Chapter 13: Geroya - Playtime

Summary: You face a Labyrinth of Trials. And Paz has a little too much fun with it.

Pairing: Paz Vizsla/Earthling!Reader

Wordcount: ~1.4K

This chapter on AO3: Here Previous chapter on tumbler: Here Translations: At the end.

A/N: YES, I'm still working on it - slowly but surely!

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ZIIOONG!

Something zips past you as soon as you enter, only centimeters away from your cheek and you feel the little breeze in its wake.

FUMP!

Something hits your chest.

You have barely time to look around. You don't see Paz but there's something else flying directly towards you.

FUOMP!

It hits your shoulder!

"Fuck! What-"

FOMP!

This time it's your stomach that's being hit and you bend over.

"Paz!" you shriek. "Stop it!"

ZIIIONG!

Another close miss.

You run and dive behind the next best thing and it is some sort of box. You knock on it. It's metal, seems stable enough for now.

"Paz!" you shout. "What the fuck?!"

You hear something crackle above the box and when you take a look you sure as hell get a

- FUMP! -

right in your face!

But what you also got, is a comlink which you put on with trembling hands.

"DUDE! CAN YOU NOT?!"

"I'll stop when you reach the other end of the room."

"What?!"

"You heard me. Now do something."

The box moves on its own will and you lose your cover.

FUMP!

The chest again.

"Having fun?" Paz' amused voice crackles through the com.

"Gar di'kut!"

He only chuckles at this.

There's a rope hanging down not too far away from you, leading up to some sort of haphazard metal platform pathway suspended from the ceiling that is higher than you'd expected. It would be difficult to hit you up there, but there's no way you could get up there. The last time you did climbing ropes was at school, and... well, you don't wanna think about it.

You lay flat on the ground, wishing you had cartoon character strength in your toes and fingers to just diddle-liddle-liddle away. Or one of these convenient buttons that summon anvils falling from the sky.

But as you bemoan, not for the first time in your life, your non-cartoonishness, you look around. The room is much bigger than it looked from the outside. And there's stuff all over the place.

FUMP!

You groan as another thing hits you on your back. While it does sting a little, it's nothing you can't handle. But, knowing yourself and how quickly you bruise, you are very sure, that by the end of the day you'll look like a blueberry muffin.

Great, and now Frank Zappa starts playing in your mind. Thanks, brain.

You get up to run and take cover behind a shelf. Peeking through the gaps you see a tennisball sized ball hitting the place where you just were. It bounces off a bunch of times and stays put where it eventually comes to rest. So far, so physics basics.

Until it zips back from whence it came.

So much for waiting until he runs out of ammo.

What you also see through the gap is a labyrinth of boxes and plattforms, vertical and horizontal poles and railings. It reminds you a bit of a Mass Effect setup actually. Commander Shepard would get through this in a breeze. Had you taken up parkours in your youth this would be a fun quick exercise, but alas you did not and now you'd have to snail your way through this (like through everything in your life).

You sit down, back against the shelf, clueless as to how to proceed.

What kinda game is this anyway? What are the rules?

You look around and up - and see something peeking over the edge of the suspended metal pathway. Maybe if you threw something up to hit it, it would eventually topple over and fall down?

The shelf is so kind as to provide a soft rubberball, about volleyball-sized.

You need a few tries but eventually the thing comes down and it's exactly what you needed - a plasto board thick enough so you could turn into a makeshift shield.

The shelf holds even more goodies in store and you start to get a picture of what this is all about.

You find a bag and stock up on anything useful you find lying around, your vast experience as rpg adventurer helping tremendously (for once).

You find some sort of duct tape, a bag of ballbearings, rope, a flashlight, and a square bandana which you fold up and bind around your head, Rambo style.

The Spirit of MacGyver is with you as use your pocket knife to cut a bunch of holes into the plasto board and rip off a few longer strips of tape and braid them into straps to fix onto the plasto plate so you can carry it on your back for protection (cowabunga!) or like an actual shield in front of you.

Somehow Fu is also here, your bestest friend, the broom, and while you doubt this is a coincidence you're still very happy to have it and prop it as your walking stick, Gandalf style.

Thusly equipped you feel somewhat prepared for the labyrinth. And a smile slips across your face as you feel like you're back on the playground as you were many years ago. Just without mud puddles. Presumably.

But then you hear a metallic hiss. In the air.

-- KSSSHHHH. KSHHH. --

Oh no.

You know that sound, and as you slowly look up, and a small metallic sphere looks down at you, your suspicion is confirmed.

"Oh f----!"

--ZAP!--

"OW! A ZAPPING BALL? REALLY?"

Paz chuckles through the comlink.

- "Better not stay too long in one place, vod'ika."

KSHH. KSSSHHHH.

--ZAP!--

Shit! Ouch! Damnit! Why??

You're no Jedi in need of lightsaber training! You're just a girl with... a broom.

Your grip on Fu's handle tightens, and with a sudden bolt of reckless courage, you swing your broom at the offending sphere and THWACK it with all your might.

"Net'urcye mhi, Zappy!"

There might be a snort being transmitted through the comm, but you can't be sure as you're too busy enjoying how Zappy crashes against the wall with an indignant boop and then stays where it is, on the ground.

So far, so good.

But then it whirrs a little and whirrs some more and - rises.

-- KSSHHH. KKSSHHH. --

Time to move out.

You grab your stuff from the shelf.

And step out of your cover.

Another ball comes in flying low - but it bumps off of your shield, and you can't help a proud smile on your face.

What follows is a maze run that gets you zapped, bumped, watered, and bruised, while jumping, crouching, sneaking, pushing, pulling, climbing, trying (and failing) to swing across some monkey bars. You don't even understand how this much fits into the room, but then maybe you're just running in circles right now with this labyrinthine arrangement changing after every corner.

It's kinda fun though, you have to admit, but also, you haven't had this much exertion in... well... let's be honest, it's been years, and you are already exhausted. And you have no clue how close you are to the finish line.

Huffing and puffing, you step around the last corner, looking like a sad clown with your broom, makeshift shield, and goodies bag.

Another ball bumps off of your plasto shield and you sport a proud smile as you find yourself facing the Final Boss, the big blue di'kut in his big blue tin suit.

"Not bad, vod'ika." He gives you an acknowledging nod. "You made it to the end. That's more than I expected, to be honest."

You snort a laugh.

"You know... Same. Wow. What trip. Can I go now?"

"Nope."

You stare at him.

"Nope?"

"Yeah."

"Well... what else?"

"You got to take that box over there and bring it to Matyas." He points to a box on a shelf behind him.

"That there box?"

He nods.

"Why?"

He gives you a headtilt.

"It's... just some stuff he needs for repairs."

"Huh. Well, sure," you shrug. "I'd like to have a shower first, but what gives.."

You start walking towards the box, but you don't get very far. Because Paz steps right in your way. Maybe he didn't notice. You take a few steps to the side to circumvent him, but once more he steps right into your way.

You look at him, confused.

Paz crosses his arms and gives you a headtilt. Ah. It's a challenge.

You take a deep breath...

.

.

.

... and blow a raspberry.

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Translations: geroya -- [geh-ROY-ah] -- game, playtime (literally nearly-hunt)

Gar di'kut! -- [gahr DEE-koot] -- You idiot!

vod'ika -- [voh-DEE-kah] -- little sibling, little comrade, little friend

Net'urcye mhi, Zappy! -- See you never, Zappy! It's a pun involving ret'urcye mhi -- [rey-TOOR-shey-mee] -- Goodbye (lit. Maybe we'll meet again) and ne -- negative prefix

The Frank Zappa Song: Muffin Man

[my-forgotten-notepad]

Fiction List

I am compiling a list of all the fiction I have penned; more for me than anything else. It will be a mix of fanfiction and original materal. This current list is everything I have created all the way up to the end of 2022. I plan on trying to do master posts/intensive list posting for any and all short stories and pieces of fiction I make going forward.

Robert. B. Balls (Rubberball)

The Fog

Rage

Emptiness

Hollow

Time

Hounds That Scream

The Show That Never Ends

Ye Silent Gods

The Climb

Under The Sea

Rise, Dear Hero

Metroid: New Legacy

Chrimru of Tru-Isil

BBRae Week 2020 and 2022 and several other short BBRae Teen Titans fanfics referenced in this post

I was always more like my mother (Goncharov)

She Who Speaks

Seaside Thoughts

A Tired Kind of Madness

The Mountain

A Strange Paradise

Laser Revolver Salesman

A Wily Fighter

Kyvosh III

The Eternally Young Corpse

A Blue Moon

The Last Kings of the Regy Dynasty

Techno-Heretek

Pyrrha's Realisation

[ywzhuchuangtoys]

Inflatable rubber basketball, different size and pattern #toy #toyball #balltoy #kidsball #kidzball #kidstoy #kidztoy #rubber #rubberball #basketball #inflatable #inflatableball #kickball #playball #size4 #exercise #outdoor #outdoorplay #sports #sportsball #kidssports #kidzsports

[rubberbal]

i have made art

im never doing this again

[cheaptoyman]

Cheaptoyman Examines Vintage Garbage Pail Kids Hi-Bounce Balls 3-Pack (1...

[sabileinschreibt]

He's like rubberball🤣

S3 Hell yes!!

[conveyorparts]

#rubberball #rubberballs #silicaball #siliconeball #siliconerubberball #ballrubber https://www.instagram.com/p/CI2vNCmLdTo/?igshid=onw78om0zijp

[pate-de-rolo]

I would argue that Rubberball, the guy causing tens of thousands of dollars of damage to the roadways, is the really villain of super crooks. Rather than three dudes stealing (probably) blood diamonds from San Fran jewelry makers.

[the-jesting-magus]

Useless weapon when I can cast rubberball before they even draw it.

Why do we, as wizards, don't talk about guns? We should all, collectively, talk about guns more.

[photoskunk]

Metaphor for life? #toys #games #clawmachine #rubberballs https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx6MCu3AOLb/?igshid=13u7vvy191rji

[90jeduardo-blog]

Are Rubber Balls Safe For Dogs? Dogs love bouncy balls and they're great for fetch, but are they safe for dogs? Safety is our top priority, and we want all dogs to be happy and healthy! https://barkpost.com/answers/are-rubber-balls-safe-for-dogs/ . . . . #startups #start-ups #dogs #dog #balls #rubberballs #dogsofinstragram #toys #dogtoys #leader #leadership #inenglish #entrepreneurlifestyle #talentmatters #entrepreneurs #entrepreneur #motivation #business #career #businesslike #Forbes #innovative #innovation #entrepreneurial #entrepreneurship https://www.instagram.com/p/BvpUXPznECn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19jn7gzvnnclu

[dsm7]

wahoo!! mock lesson and interview tomorrow

[rubberbal]

this is my cousin. rubberball

throws them at you at mach speed meet my fave little guy Rubberball