#santa clause isn't real

[sm-baby]

THE SIBLINGS EPISODE - Doodle time!!

kofi🥕|| The Siblings Episode Masterpost🎳

Jax: That's why you're the slowest in your class!

Jillz: that's why you don't have a girlfriend!

Jax: ... I'm about to end your whole career. You know that Santa Clause isn't real right?

Jillz: ... What? 🥺

Gangle: What would you say that??

Jax: SHE HAD IT COMING-

Jillz: CAINNEEE 🥺😭

Jax: SHE HAD IT COMING! NO DON'T CALL CAINE NOW-

/ref

[lmelodie]

GUYS I DID IT HOLY SHIT. YOUVE AVAIDED ME FOR THE LAST TIME FROST LEST GOOO!

HATE this guy, and as he's supposed to be The Worst version of himself in this timeline, he definitely accomplishes that. Small details though!

The Coat is the same red it always is, but the rest of the suit is actually a slightly cooler red. His own suit leans just a tad more into the cooler tone to drive home the character dissonece

I also gave him rings! Because idk why but just a shit load of useless pimp-ass rings gives such ASSHOLE vibes to me, and he takes home the crown. He's so cursed but so integral to his character.

I need to ask the general public if anyone has successfully drawn Santa Jack before. Like in illustrated form

Because I'm gonna say it, I straight up don't think it's possible. I think my brain physically refuses to draw him in any capacity.

Normal Jack is perfect! Thawed Jack is fine! But Santa Jack? The most pivotal part of his screen time? Nah, fuck that noise. I cannot get him to look even somewhat decent, I hate it.

[nincel69]

ngl finding out Trent's hair isn't naturally jet black was like finding out Santa Clause wasn't real.

[shamachan]

Hey-hi ray-ray!! If i may be so bold to request, Qiu and Tama christmas headcanons? Since its around the time for it :3

Tamarack + Qiu Christmas headcanonsꔛ

step 1!

Qiu

— I feel like he's a big fan of this kind of holidays - everyone's happy and smiling and enjoying themselves. and he's not an exception.

— He'll also make sure that he's house is decorated properly. Tinsel, a Christmas tree, all hung with multi-colored lights, mistletoes here and there, nice garlands in the house and outside of it... Isn't his house looks the best for upcoming Christmas?

— Qiu will surely come to your porch and be like "hey, how're you feeling about building snowmans in front of our houses?"

— and if you agree, it may end up with a little snowball fight. why? well, it's just entertaining to be all covered with snow, as if you're real snowmans here. and plus because he just adores the thought of spending as much cool and funny time as he can with you!

— I think he'll be into going snow sledding, whether on sleds or snow tubes! he might also take you, Boy's club and Tamarack for a ride on them with him.

— Qiu can also give you a small sleigh ride if you want! He'd be so-o-o smug about it.

— Autumn will also prepare a small gift for you, his favourite neighbour, you absolutely deserving it. Guessing it'll be a small drawing of you, according with a fairytale book and some candies like candy cane.

— ...don't know why, but i can imagine him wearing a Santa's hat while gifting you his present and he saying things like "you witnessed a real Santa Clause, now that's our shared secret. don't tell anyone!"

Tamarack

— Oh! Tamarack is the most excited one beyond anything in Golden Groove about Christmas!

— I'm sure she'll make a plenty hundred of snow angels on the ground, - be careful not to step on them! - and will invite you to come here to her house and do that with her! if you want to, you can do that in your house yard too! Tammy bets you'll have so much fun!

— If you get cold, Tamarack will offer you to drink tea with her and share her gingerbread cookies with you. She will give you some cookies to bring them to your home to eat them later too, if they're to your liking that is!

— her favourite element of this special day is a Christmas tree. like, "a piece of nature we can bring in our house and decorate it? yay!"

— wishes to Santa Clause for everyone who she cares about to feel nice and safe and sound all the new year. this is important!

— Tama loves to ask Omi and Opa to turn on some cheerful Christmas music, to the point that she knows the lyrics of all songs.

— she will sing a couple of her favorite songs to you too and ask if you like them. and if you answer her question positively, she will be so-so giggly and later show you other songs from her Christmas songs collection!

— Tamarack would prepare a gift for you too. Feeling like she'll give it straight in the morning of the Christmas celebration day, and it'll be a small Santa Claus and a Christmas tree figurines that you can hang on your own tree at home or let it stand in your room! both ways are working with her, Tammy's just happy to celebrate this day with you.

A/N: OMGG HEY HII REGULUS!! I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU! i absolutely LOVE the idea of this request sincerely thank uu!! <33

though the headcanons r kinda small, I put a little bit of my heart into this, ahaha^^ that was fun!:33

[moonspirit]

Ok, Moon, holiday idea,

Annie comes home from shopping one day to find Armin in his office working feverishly, papers containing strange and incoherent calculations and mathematics littering the floor and his desk, Armin muttering to himself,” I don't understand it”

“What is it Armin”

“How does he do it”

“How does who do what?”

“Santa clause!!!!” Armin finally exclaims

“What” Annie asked puzzled

“Ive run the mathematics and so far as I know our current technological capabilities aren't anywhere close to what this guy has” he exclaims feverishly, “imagine if we had the abilities to drop desperately needed supplies in hours what takes weeks to deliver” he continues.

Annie starting to realize what going on “wait you think Santa clause is a-”

“Selfish bastard for hoarding technology that could save countless thousands”Armin interrupts “yes yes I do”

“Oooooo” Annie lets out a sigh, this is gonna be an awkward talk.

Omg ahahahaha xD You mean to tell me Armin believes in Santa but in the most annoying way possible xD

Well, yes, CANON!

Knowing him, he'd probably dive deeper than necessary into every single myth and legend taking them for fact, and you know the person who's really having a field day with this?

It's Pieck.

Because see, on the one hand you have Connie who ALSO believes in Santa but is satisfied with the explanation that Santa's sleigh is powered by reindeer fart. Armin, however, needs the SCIENCE behind it. How? How does Reindeer fart power the sleigh? What about its storage and transportation? Can you compress it into liquid? How much does it cost per kilometer? Can it be used to power a train, for example?

To Connie, Pieck says: "It's the stink, Connie boy, it has great propulsion power, that's how Santa flies so high."

"Woah! For real! Santa's goddamn awesome!"

To Armin, she says: "Yeah there's a chemical reaction, I don't remember it now, but try 2H2 + O2."

"... Pieck, that's water."

(Ah. She forgot, from one gaslighter to another, this isn't gonna be easy.)

"Really? I must be getting old teehehe, but oohhh I remember now, if you compress it into liquid and then light it on fire, it kind of expands into an incredible force that sends the reindeer flying through the air at the speed of light."

"... Hmm... I wonder how the math works out for that? Okay, lets see... if x is the weight of fart in liquid form..."

"... and y is the temperature of gunpowder..."

"... I see it I see it! Though... these calculations need some work, so I'm gonna go refine them tonight until I'm 100% sure they're right!"

Pieck: *nervous laughter*

Later, Annie and Pieck have a talk 😔

"... Thanks for putting up with him, but Pieck, did you have to go that far?"

"What? He's occupied for now isn't he?"

"Yeah but now he's gonna pull an all-nighter with the rubbish math you fed him."

"... I did my best."

"Hm."

"... how long before he finds out?"

"That it's bull?"

"Yeah?"

"... not long."

"Oh god. Can't you just... tell him Santa's not real?"

"That would kill him. And I can't do that."

"Ffs Annie."

"Well, 'night."

"Goodnight."

*from the hidden alcove in the stairwell, Reiner clutches at his heart, eyes wide with terror*

What do you mean, Santa's 'not real'??!!!

TLDR: All the boys are stupid 🥲 Except Jean. Only Jean.

[mouseymousey]

A couple of transformers fans on here are cooking up a mecha au with a lot of ship content. I am here for it. Here are my head canons:

Whirl:

Whirl is someone random like the air conditioner mechanic that just has keys everywhere to do his job because certain computer parts have to be kept at an EXACT temperature.

He was hired because his security clearance is through the roof working for other government buildings and such, and he's super good at his job. Like, they've never had a problem because he can just Spidey-sense when he needs to do something. His internal clock is crazy and so is he, but they can't hire anyone else at this point.

Every once in a while he disappears for minutes or hours fixing something, but otherwise, he has nothing to do.

He uses his free time to play matchmaker.

Whirl may or may not also sleep in the vents sometimes.... or most of the time.

Soundwave:

The Soundwave mecha has his minicons on his forearms, calfs, and thighs that he can deploy if he needs or use as extra armor in battle. The pilots for them are in his chest. They're separated from the main pilot compartment in the head and have a lot less training.

This creates a lot of free time for the minion pilots when they're not in use, and they're usually on a secondary line talking about anime or arguing about something until Soundwave calls on them. Soundwave sometimes puts them on in the background, especially during their karaoke nights. He lowers the volume enough it's not a distraction, and it's like his version of white noise.

Ravage is the only cybertronian. She's trained to run up Soundwave's back and pounce forward on an enemy. She turns into his backpack when she's tired of walking, and frequently takes cat naps on the Soundwave mecha's feet when her friends are away.

Only Soundwave (mecha or not) is allowed to pet her. She put Frenzy in the hospital the last time he tried, and she isn't scared to do it again.

Lazerbeak has been painting Ravage in their free time.

The minicons annoyed the base into getting vending machines, and it worked.

They didn't annoy the base enough to keep restocking the vending machines, so Soundwave has been restocking his teams favorite snacks secretly. They're all sugary and make them hyper, but he needs the youthful energy in his life because up until now he's forgotten what he's fighting for.

Soundwave has been doing this for a long time. The days were starting to blur together.

The Soundwave mecha was just a prototype. It was considered a failure and ready to be decommissioned, but Ravage is such an asset in the field they can't get rid of the Soundwave mecha or she'll just stop showing up.

Everyone is at the mercy of the cat.

Rung:

He's their psychiatrist.

He's damn good at his job, and he's the most normal person there. He literally has a golden retriever at home because he's really really normal.

He has stopped trying to convince people ~Vortex the haunted mecha~ isn't real and has just started comforting them. He may be good at his job, but he can't win that battle. (Remember he's a psychiatrist, so he just thinks they're under too much stress, not that Vortex is actually haunted.)

He puts cookies in the break room on holidays. Nobody remembers that it's him, so he's their own personal Santa Clause myth.

[leahblackk]

Matilda

summary: Spencer finally knows all Yn’s past.

Warnings: Mentions of SA (sexual abuse) by a family member however it’s not specified. Crying, bits of angst.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader.

this has been one of the hardest fics i’ve ever written. it might not be good enough, but it’s something i wanted to bring for @imagining-in-the-margins comfort fic challenge hoping it might bring someone out there a little bit of comfort. <3

i will not be adding my taglist as if i don’t know if they want to read this one.

Spencer knew that he couldn’t erase what was written in the past. He tried many times, different situations in his life, he tried to change it. He wondered if there were ways he hasn't figured out now that could just, with a movement, with words, he could just eliminate it. If it wasn’t possible from the past, at least from someone’s memory.

He mostly wanted it for himself, he wanted to erase the bad memories, he wanted to make it go away. He suffered so much throughout his life, he has felt helpless tons of times. But he has never felt as helpless as he feels now. Spencer never wished so much to erase someone's past until he met her.

He has never wished to wipe and erase something like this.

He wished he didn’t know body language. He wished he wasn’t a profiler right at this moment, he wished that he didn’t know without her having to speak it out loud.

The way she tried to stay as far away from him as possible, as she tried to run away from something. She was trying to run away from him, from that shadow. From that memory of a second that lingered for the rest of her life.

She told him, of course she did, she told him everything about her, from the beginning of her memories to the little things she remembered or saw during the day. He knew every single scar in her body, and the story behind them, but he didn’t quite think she’d have such a deep, unhealed scar quite like this one.

When he noticed the way she tried to hide herself, with Spencer, with his body. He wanted to cry, but anger grew in his body at all the sight of the man that one time hurt her.

The pain he felt for her, to think of her one time being so helpless and scared, hurt him deeply. She didn’t tell him that.

She didn’t tell him the story of what he did to her. He isn’t mad at that, he understands, of course he does.

He holds her hand under the table, softly stroking her knuckles with his thumb as the Christmas dinner happens right in front of him, with her family. But he can’t focus on everyone’s joy and happiness when he knows she isn’t completely joyful.

He tries to find an excuse to get her out of there as quickly as he can.

He remembers how she told him stuff, about her childhood, how some things that happened hurt her but he never thought of something like this.

He looks at her, while she smiles like it’s no big deal. While he sits on the other side of the table, and he talks as if he hasn’t done the worst thing imaginable.

He feels furious, but this isn’t about Spencer, this isn't about how much he hurts for her or how angry he feels, this is about her. He holds her hand, and makes sure she’s alright.

She notices, of course, a change in Spencer’s behavior. Perhaps even more protective than he was before, but she doesn’t pay attention to it.

As it starts to get later and later, and the party settles down, Spencer and Y/n say goodbye to everyone, to her family where he felt welcomed, but now a gut wrenching feeling settles on his stomach. It's like when you grow up, you realize all the things your parents once told you, weren't true. The tooth fairy isn't real, Santa Clause much less, It wasn't all happiness.

They make their way to the car, where she sighs, away from the thoughts, away from him.

Spencer looks at her with puppy eyes, hoping she’d speak, she’d say something. But she doesn’t. So he waits, as he drives to their home, where he knows he’d do anything in his power to protect her, to keep her away from all of it.

He smiled softly at her, knowing she'd tie up her hair and smile like it was no big deal.

They walked in the house while she giggled telling him stuff about the dinner they just had, asking him if he enjoyed it.

Spencer looked at her deeply into her beautiful eyes, ones he had seen so many times before, but this time it was different, not in a bad way, never in a bad way but rather of admiration, of proudness going through his veins.

He felt proud that she was still there, he wasn't happy that she had to go through all of that, but he was proud that she was there, right in front of him and then, he made a promise to himself. She would never have to go through anything harsh ever again. He's gonna protect her, he's gonna take care of her.

He smiled at her, and he brought her closer by her arms. She didn't make a sound, but Spencer knew she was confused. She hugged him back, nonetheless. He quickly put her head close to his chest, stroking her hair in the process.

She chuckled, “Don't take this in the wrong way, but, what is this for?”

He rubbed her back and spoke, “I know.”

She frowned, “You know what?”

“I know that, angel,” he emphasized.

Silence. Silence was all he heard and his heart started racing, thinking that maybe it wasn't the best way to approach the topic. Maybe he should have waited for her to tell him? Oh god, what if he ruined everything?

What if…

She snuggled closer to him, and he heard a muffled sob, against his cardigan, “I was gonna tell you, i promise i-i just didn't know how? I wasn't sure if you were gonna see me differently and-and-,” she rambled.

Spencer shook his head, “Shh, angel, it's alright. I'm not mad at you for not telling me. I promise,” he cooed, “There's nothing wrong. I just noticed it and I just couldn't not say anything. I'm sorry,” he sighed, bringing her impossibly close, “I do see you differently, but not in the way you think. Never in that way. I am proud of you, for being so strong. I'm sorry you went through all of that and if there's any other day you might wanna talk further about it, i'm always here to listen. I'm sorry you have to see him like that, my love.”

“Is how it's always been,” she shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, “I-I wanna talk about it, but not right. I do enjoy the hug and the words of encouragement, though,” she softly chuckled. Trying to light up the humor.

He kissed the side of her head, “It wasn't your fault baby,” he whispered, knowing she never got those so desired reassuring words, “It wasn't your fault, it was his. No one else's, okay?” she nodded, and he continued, “I promise, you're not alone. I'm here to listen, to hold you, hell, even if you want me to put him in jail I will. But whatever you wanna do next it's all your decision. I will support you and stand right here next to you. I got you, I promise I got you.”

She cried silently, wetting his clothes, but he didn't mind, not even a little bit. He rubbed her back, his heart aching for her, and for knowing he couldn't take the pain and darkness away, but even if he couldn't, at least he'd stand there, in the darkest with her, holding her until she felt better.

“It's not your fault. You're here, with me, safe. He can't reach you here my love, I promise you that. And I, not only as your husband but as your best friend, I will not allow him to get close to you ever again.”

He held her, for the rest of the night. Whispering sweet nothings, and words of comfort into her ear, hoping, wishing and praying it would ease her pain a little bit, And in that night, when he saw her completely vulnerable, he fell in love with her even more.

[krisstheidiot]

× CAMPUS CRUMBLE ×

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Best friends to lovers au, College au, SMAU

Disclaimer: this does not reflect the real life personalities of the Stray Kids members (or any other idols) that will appear in this fic i tried my best to portray their go selves.

SYNOPSIS:

Y/N, Seungmin and Han decide that they are too bored and the campus life is too stagnant so they whip up a crazy idea to bring everyone closer by being an anon group/club called Campus Crumble who arranges meet ups at nights and delivers food inspired by people's daily life struggles in hopes to make their days better.

College isn't just studies so why not shake the whole campus up.

Join them on the adventures of cooking, sneaking around anonymously and making people's lives a little better somehow.

Will the "Food Santa Clauses" as the students refer to them stay anonymous or will they be found?

A.N:

This is a fic I came up at 3 am with no sleep whatsoever during exam season so if its inconsistent or anywhere cheesy please don't hate me ;-;

Reblog, comment, send a message guys!!

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[geeky-nightphilosopher]

Okay, okay. You all are probably ANNOYED about my Leverage posts- and I was on the fence about posting this one because I'm only on season 3. However, I just have SO many thoughts and I need to process them. So- here it goes;

*takes a deep breath*

Leverage is home. Like, I don't- I don't know to explain it. In another post I said the show was intoxicating and that's still true. But it's also- it's also home. Maybe I'm the only one, but when I watch it- I feel like I belong. Which is ridiculous. I'm not talented at all- but Leverage is almost like a security blanket. It's- it's safe and warm... it's home.

The only thing I can think of why it's home is because of them. Because they make it feel like home. They make feel safe and like your being cared for. Like your not alone. Even if you don't think your good at something- Leverage has your back. It gives you a sense of security. Which is weird because their criminals. But- like they said; Sometimes the bad guys are the only good guys you get.

I mean- you have Nate Ford who is always two to three spaces in front of the bad guy. Who sits there and listens to victims and gives them hope. Who talks to his team and bounces ideas off of them- instead of talking down to them. He's the kinda guy that watches from the background and sees all sorts of angles. Gets into the minds of both the victim and assailant. And if the con goes wrong- he has a second one ready to cover. Whose weakness is an empty bottle in an occupied barstool.

You have Sophie. A terrible actress whose good at acting. She can play any part. Be unseen- while being seen. Whose brave, kind, and gentle- but can kick butt when needed. She's not a damsel in distress- but she'll play the part. And the thing about that part is; it's so convincing- even she believes it too. Despite that- she's honest and sincere, she'll tell you what she thinks. Her heart is gold. Her trust is thin. She's like a snake- hypnotizing. Her weakness is the love she gave to a man who thinks too much and feels too little.

You have Eliot. A man that- if you just look at him- you'll just shrug him off. He's like any other brute. Big and brawny. And that's why you shouldn't ever judge a book by it's cover. He's so much more than that. Yes. He's brawn. A real southern charmer. But he has a brain and a heart. He's that big brother and gives you hugs and you can't help but melt into the security of that feeling. That feeling of safety that you just know has an ocean of anger underneath. But your not scared, you can't be scared. Not of him. He's the kinda guy you run towards- because you know he'll keep you safe. And yeah- maybe he'll use his brawn to keep you safe, but he'll also use his brain and his heart. He'll get you out of the situation in one piece with a grumble and a growl. His weakness is his kindness and that's why doesn't let it show.

You have Alec. The brainiac. The hacker- who isn't all that much to look at (compared to Eliot,) at least not at first glance. Yet, there's something about him that screams safe. Just as much as Eliot. He's outgoing and kind. Smart and funny. And the way that he's got everyone's back- even when it doesn't seem like it. He's your go to- to find any kind of internet mistakes and he's a good shoulder to cry on. He's that brother who is dorky, awkward, and nerdy- but he's honest and sincere. His weakness is not being able to be there when it really matters.

And- and you have Parker. The thief. The master thief- that didn't belong anywhere. Nimble and lean as she flips and slinks through vents. She's the little sister the family didn't know they even wanted. Until finally they realized she was what they needed. She's bright and cheerful despite how she grew up. Her life wasn't easy foster care and street living is a rough life- but she still believes in good things; Santa clause, Nate, Sophie, and Eliot. Most importantly she believed in Hardison. She was on her own until she was found and working with a team. Then she belonged to them. Everything she had done- was so that they knew she loved them. Her weakness is having the ability to not get caught.

To end this; Leverage is an amazing shoe- because it reminds us that no matter our background. No matter how many times we've messed up and haven't belonged- we are all human. It tells us that we will find our home, our tribe, our safety. That no matter our weakness- we'll always have somebody who can take our weakness and become our strength.

I'm only on season 3. I'll more than likely have more thoughts come by season 4/ season 5. (If you agree or disagree- don't hesitate to message me!

[transgenderer]

There's this question in philosophy about the semantics of claims about fictional entities. Like, if I say "Mario and Luigi are brothers", is that... true? I mean, Mario and Luigi aren't real. But they're definitely depicted as brothers. If we say that "Mario and Luigi are brothers" is truth-apt and true, then presumably something like "Mario has five heads" is truth-apt and false. What about "Mario likes bananas"? What about "Mario identifies as male"? For a different flavor of edge case, how about "Mario grew up in Brooklyn"? In some Mario media this is what is depicted and in some it isn't.

Anyway, so, you can come to a deliberation on all that, you can decide what you think about that. Mario is a character derived ex nihilo. Now consider Santa Clause, who is (partially?) based on the very real Saint Nicholas. Surely (if we accept the semantics of ordinary claims about the real world as settled and transparent) "The historical Saint Nicholas lived in Anatolia" is true and "the historical Saint Nicholas lives at the north pole" is false. Is "Santa Clause lives at the north pole" true? How about "Santa Clause lived in Anatolia"?

The latter seems absurd to me, but then again I can imagine it actually showing up as the title of a clickbait YouTube video or something. But maybe the semantics there are different.

Santa Clause is loosely based on Saint Nicholas. What about a character with a stronger affiliation to a real entity, like the main character of a biopic? What about the main character of an autobiography? What about this post; if I say "I have a tumblr account", to whom does the "I" refer? Some real person out in the world, or a character present only in this text?

One possible answer is: both, at the same time and independently of each other. The sentence just conveys two separate meanings at once, a "fictional" and "actual" reading. But then, every sentence is a text, so does every sentence have these two independent meanings?

Just pondering this shit idk.

i think youre just confusing yourself with abbreviation. like, there's no weird content here. "mario and luigi are brothers" is just shorthand for "there is a popular set of fictional stories that tell of two brothers named mario and luigi". and then "mario has five heads" is false because "the aforementioned popular set of fictional stories describes the character mario as having five heads" is false.

ditto with santa claus. "santa claus lives at the north pole" is false if considered not as abbreviation, there is no man called santa claus who lives at the north pole, but "in our culture it is common to tell children that there is a man called santa claus who lives at the north pole". the youtube thumbnail that says "santa claus lived in anatolia" is either lying or abbreviating "the man who santa claus is based on lived in anatolia"

i think this all resolves neatly if you say that a story can be false, while a statement about a story, saying it said the false thing, is true, but it's laborious to clarify every time, so you abbreviate.

[marxist-amy-rose]

I feel like to some people, SatAM is just to Sonic what the Super Mario Bros. Super Show! was to Mario, when it's not the case at all! SMBSS is just one of many branches of Mario Content, whereas SatAM was a franchise defining event, a turning point in history, it sealed Sonic's fate. Forces would not have happened without SatAM, or Archie, and no Forces or Archie, no IDW! You get what I mean? SatAM had more of an impact than X did, fight me on this, I will kill us both on this hill. Not to say that SatAM is better than X, just that, X's mark on the franchise was soft and shallow compared to SatAM's, SatAM's mark is downright problematic even.

What's gettin' me all uppity about it now? Well, again, I feel like people treat SatAM like the Sonic Bros. Super Show (when far more accurately, AoStH would be the Sonic Bros. Super Show), like it's a footnote, a side dish, and not as important as it really is to the public perception of the franchise and how Sega tries to play catch up with that perception, it's one of the earliest parts of Sonic's seemingly forever identity crisis. You know whenever someone says Sonic is a franchise about freedom and fighting oppression? You can thank SatAM for that. When you break it down, that kind of thing comes from SatAM. Sure, SatAM also started a trend of Sonic associating with monarch's, but no one really cares about that except me, so whatever. SatAM was the first thing people got pissed at for "All of Sonic's friends" and complaining about a "bloated cast", Sonally and Sonamy was the first shipping war, SatAM was the first Sonic Cartoon, the first split in Canon's, it was the first! It was responsible for Archie and all Archie became, and what eventually became IDW, and was so shamelessly copied but also ignored and disrespected by Forces. There isn't an equivalent, such an oddity of the franchise yet so impactful at the same time, even because of its status as an oddity, it is something special to Sonic!

(extended extra analysis under cut)

I kinda find Japanese purists in the Sonic Fandom, especially the young ones, obnoxious. Like, they're this odd brand of Sonic purists, not on a gameplay level or visual design level but on a conceptual level, Sonic is a flawless concept that represents freedom and not really a character with problems, the real Sonic plots in games are the original Japanese ones, those types. It's not a moral judgement, I don't even think they're wrong, I just think that it's ignorant. Sega was founded by an American, Sonic was made to appeal to juvenile Americans, he's Santa Clause Bill Clinton Michael Jackson Mickey Mouse. I'm just a Doylist about these things. What Sonic is to me is a moving conversation between America and Japan, and when you cut out one side of it you miss the whole thing. You can't cherry pick what is and isn't "really Sonic", it's ALL Sonic, that's the conundrum, that's the metanarrative. Sonic isn't "about" anything, especially not when you remove it from its creators and inspirations, and from the very earliest days, those creators were also USAmericans. Sonic 2 and Sonic CD, Sonic CD US Soundtrack and Sonic CD JP Soundtrack, Sonic Story (English Translation) and Sonic Story (Original Japanese), Sonic Comics and Sonic Manga, SatAM and OVA, etc. Sonic was never written to be about Japanese-American, dialectics lets say, but when you look at its fanbase and look at its creators and look at its history, that is what makes Sonic, that's the historical push and pull that has created Sonic, not as a singular forever idea like Mario, but as a moving living historical entity, even with its own goddamn looping lifecycle!

Hell, now with Classic Sonic and Modern Sonic, you can say Sonic is just dialectical at its heart as well as in its history. Then with Knuckles, Shadow, Metal Sonic, hell even Tails you could say. Sonic was made as, literally an antithesis to Mario, or an equivalent, a rival, whatever, Blue Oni Red Oni. The dichotomy, the dialectics are just in the blood and soul of what this franchise is on a larger level.

[emerald-onion]

Things Dr. Ink Is Not Allowed To Do At The Foundation, by Dr. Dream (WIP)

Stop teaching Agent Blue swear words.

Not even in different languages.

Spike the coffee machine with laxatives is not only gross but also immoral.

Don't the SCP file as your personal notebook. How many times do I have to say this?

Try to convince everyone that SCP-404 is 'a big softie inside' is just plain suicidal.

Answer "What the fuck do you want?!" with "Your SOUL" is right out.

Stop telling everyone your paintbrush is secretly a staff member.

Stop telling a staff member they are secretly a paintbrush.

"I forgot!" is not and will never be an excuse for nearly killing all of your co-workers.

And neither is "They didn't pass the vibe check".

Nor "They shouldn't have eaten the last muffin".

Rolling up to someone with a trenchcoat and saying "I have brought the goods" isn't as hilarious as you may think.

Don't tell the new recruits that SCP-99 will adopt them if they call it 'Nootmare'.

Don't tell people that your medicine is drug.

Don't hide drugs in your medicine. Trust me, I'll know.

Showing SCP-404's shitty Undernovela's knock-off was fun one time and one time only, and that was before it destroyed our entire west wing.

Don't give Agent Blue candies.

Don't give Agent Blue honey.

Don't give Agent Blue cake-pop.

Don't give Agent Blue any kind of sugar, period.

No, "What have you done?" is a desperate plea for you to stop, not "Please continue".

There is not any SCP Dating Simulator. There has never been a SCP Dating Simulator.

Not even in Japan.

And no, this isn't a suggestion to make one.

Dr. Ink is not the God of Creation. Not even if your cult says so. Since when did you have a cult in the first place?

Stop submitting your paperwork in the back of a Kung Fu Panda DVD.

Stop stealing SCP-404's chocolate.

Stop hiding SCP-404's remote control.

Stop rearranging everything in SCP-404's containment cell by one inch to drive it insane.

Stop messing with SCP-404, I beg of you.

Drawing SCP porn on the Foundation walls is strictly forbidden.

Don't tell Agent Red this world is a shitty crossover fanfiction and everything he knows is fake.

Don't tell Agent Red that he and Agent Blue are the clones of Dr. Sans.

Yes, I know that it's possible, Agent Cross is standing right there, but stop giving him an existential crisis, please.

Don't tell Agent Blue his action figures are alive and they're silently screaming for him to break them from their inanimate prison.

Don't call Agent Blue Berrybaby specifically to piss him off.

Don't convince Agent Blue Santa Clause is real and he just needs to go to Antarctica to find him.

Seriously, leave the poor guy alone.

No spilling melted chocolate on someone and telling them it's SCP-99's goop.

Stop trying to wear high heels to make yourself taller. You broke your fucking leg, Dr. Ink.

Didn't I order you to stop messing with SCP-404? Why do I see a giant graffiti of SCP-404 in a cat hoodie in front of its containment cell?

SCP-404's dolls are not made of the remains of its dead victims. It has already been terrifying enough already, stop fanning the flame even more.

Yes, you have a bad memory. No, even that won't make you forget the large fire you start in the cafeteria 10 seconds ago.

The Foundation exists to protect the people, not a big conspiracy to control everyone's mind.

There is no such thing as a Reset button. Stop saying that every time you mess something up.

SCP-99 cannot be pacified with a lullaby. Don't tell the other scientists that. We're short on staff already.

Playing your flute at three in the morning is just plain creepy.

The Foundation does not have a dress code. Especially not 'Maid uniform'.

I know you still meet up with SCP-90 sometimes. I don't know how, but I know. For God's sake, Ink! He's a freaking body-snatching parasite!

You're absolutely not allowed to knock on the D-personals' door and tell them "It is coming. There's nothing you can do to stop it."

[roadkillremi]

Uncle!Randy Meeks HeadCannons

Holiday edition!!

(^i want to pounce Jamie Kennedy in this^)

MasterList Uncle Randy MasterList

Summary : Just Holiday stuff

(Christmas, Thanksgiving, Valentines, Halloween)

He's so sexy yum yum.

Halloween

He loves Halloween. He decorates the house and watches scary movies all month.

Depending on Chad and Mindy Age he'd show them different movies. At first Corpses Bride, Monster House, Goosebumps, etc. He doesn't want to give them nightmares.

Couples costumes are a must. He somehow finds a costume that you two can be. (Chucky and Tiffany, Jack and Sally, Frankenstein and bride of Frankenstein)

He takes Mindy and Chad trick or treating. He does this their whole childhood. Until Chad goes, "Trick or treating isn't cool anymore.". It kinda hurt his feelings :(

You know those stupid horror attractions. He goes to those. When Mindy and Chad were younger it was just you and him. And as they got older they tagged along.

He likes hayride trials. He gets so happy.

Christmas /Winter

Ugly christmas sweaters are his thing. And he rocks them.

He dressed up as Santa for little Chad and Mindy once.

He eats the cookies. You make Christmas cookies, bam gone he ate em.

He likes snow. He's a pure child and loves snowball fights. He will not be afraid to throw a snowball at a child.

Favorite Christmas movies ; Elf, scrooge (the scary cartoon one), Santa clause with Tim Allen, the Grinch with Jim Carry.

The idea of him being a director and making a scary Christmas movie gives me yummy thoughts. Just saying.

He tells Chad and Mindy Santa isn't real. Like in 4th grade. They cry and he gets fussed at.

He's a good gift giver. He will find the perfect gifts for everyone. He gets too excited when he finds you the right gift. He gives you most of your gifts early anyway

He doesn't like those stupid advent calendars. He gets impatient and eats all the chocolate. So when Chad wants one he just stares the kid down. And goes "Uh, I ate em all-"

He doesn't do ice skating. He'll try but then not do it. It scares him. He panics and grabs onto you.

He wears those Christmas boxers. They're so sexy on him I mean come on. It's him.

He definitely gets everyone those candies that look like coal. (He got them a lot as a kid.)

As much as he seems to enjoy Christmas and winter. He hates the movies and music. Hallmark makes him want to hit someone. So when someone suggests it he is not happy. He stands there going, "No. There are better films."

Valentines Day

He showers you with gifts.

You'll walk in the door and find flowers all over the place. (If you don't like flowers then it's candy)

He'll do everything perfectly. It's like living in a movie. He has a nice/favorite restaurant. The sentimental gifts, flowers (even helps you dry them if you're into that).

Thanksgiving

He doesn't really cook.. but he'll for sure help.

You'll have to kick him out of the kitchen eventually.

He considers himself an official taste tester.

He loves the macy day parade-

[marilynthornhilllover]

Rebecca Welton x fem! Reader

Name: " Rumor has it~~"

Warning: angst/hurt comfort, indecent language

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It was a very peaceful day at the office. No one screaming at each other ,nothing. You were cuddled up in your office watching a footfall game on your laptop when keeley and Roy busted in. You looked at them in confusion but went back to watching your game.

" oi y/n what's popping?" Asked keeley sitting on your desk. You paused your video and looked at her weirdly then behind her shoulder to look at Roy, who looked like he desperately needed to get something off his chest. Turning your gaze back to keeley you notice she had the same expression.

You closed your laptop and gaved them your full attention. Making sure the you don't miss a single facial expression that they do.Roy cleared his throat, as a sign to tell keeley to start talking already.

"Right so um there's this rumor that's been going around the office" she said carefully, looking at you. You couldn't quite read her expression. Or what she was trying to say.

" mmhm" you hummed at her listening attentively, while secretly looking at Roy. " and just so you know, we don't believe it. but we just thought we should tell you because we're such good-" keeley was suddenly cut off by Roy who was now also sitting on your desk with his face in his hand. "The entire office knows that Rebecca fucks you every hour of the day and anywhere she feels like including both your office's" he spoke firmly.

You jaw dropped to the ground like a little kid you just found out that Santa clause wasn't real. You suddenly felt a sting of embarrassment. You couldn't even look at Roy and keeley rather anyone really. "Oh my God " you whispered getting up from your chair slowly.

Roy and keeley immediately stands with you and reach their hands out for your next move. "What" keeley asks coming around your desk to stand in front of you. "I can't leave my office now" you said, it was below a whisper but they heard it. Tears started forming in your eyes. Keeley immediately hugged you and you hugged back.

Her hugs were always warm and comforting. " is it good?"she whispered in your ear and you busted out laughing. You parted the hug and looked at her smiling softly, she made a small pout and wiped your tears making sure your mascara isn't smudge. "Your gonna be ok babe" she said hugging you again.

All of a sudden you felt Roy join in. Right then and there you felt like breaking down but you held on. For Rebecca's sake. You wanted to break down with her, because when you were with her she made you feel things No one else could. Sniffing you pulled away from them.

" gotta go find ms.welton " you said packing up your stuff to leave. You needed to tell Rebecca about this rumor.

Roy and keeley had to leave as well. so before they did they made sure you were ok and left. As for you, you packed your working bag and left. You locked your office and went to go look for Rebecca. And you knew where exactly she would be.

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Entering the locker room. You heard ted and the boys cheering, and Rebecca giving a speach. Upon that you were hit with a horrendous smell. Mens locker rooms are really the worse place to be.

You leaned against the wall and looked at her. Her eyes caught your gaze and she smiled softly at you, but when you didn't return it a more worried expression took over her face. That's when she saw how miserable you really were. Puffy eyes, half smudge mascara.

She wrapped up her speach quickly and dismissed everyone. She was on her way over to you when ted came alone.

Even though ted was talking to her she kept on glancing at you now and then.She saw how sad you were and immediately wanted to find out what it was, so she could put a stop to it as soon as possible. Some of the boys were looking at you weirdly and gossiping.

This made you more overwhelmed. You walked up to ted and Rebecca and stopped directly behind of ted. "Excuse me Ms.welton can I have a chat with you before I leave for the day?" You asked smiling at ted who was now facing you. He looked at his watch and back up at you. It was really early in the day for you to be going home.

" you look like some hit you with a bus and your holding on for dear life." Ted whispers with a worried expression. You leaned in closer to him keeping eye contact with Rebecca. " I assure you teddy it's worse, I got hit by a fucking plane" you said sniffing as tears threatened to leave your eyes.

You pulled back from ted and he looked at you with pity on his eyes. You were normally a happy and enthusiastic person now it was like you were a whole new person. " bad days past y/n" he said as he tapped your shoulder and left. Rebecca immediately pulled you into one of the t-shirt room and locked the door.

She placed her hands on her hips and stared at you. You bit your lips and immediately started breaking down. You let you bag drop to the floor and before you could allow your body as well, Rebecca held you close to her.

" What's wrong love" she asked. You hugged her tighter as the tears came heavier. " there's rumors about us fucking" you whispered. You immediately felt Rebecca stiffened against you. She slowly pulled away from you and looked at you carefully. Puffy eyes, smudge mascara, a adorable pout.

"Well it's not a rumor if it's true darling" she said, biting back a laugh. You smacked her chest as you tried your hardest not to laugh, but it just came out. She cupped your face with both her hands and, wiped away your smudged mascara.

" everything is gonna be ok babe, Roy and keeley had already told me earlier this morning. I just didn't want to ruin your morning mood" she said smiling softly at you.

" Yes but your my boss ms.welton" you whispered. Her eyes darkened with lust as her green eyes pieced through your soul, setting your core ablaze. You smirked at her. She loved when you called her mommy but ms.welton was on another leavel.

" I'm just worried I'll get fired if this gets to the boss" you said looking away. She grabbed your chin bringing your gaze back to hers. " and who's the boss?" She asked looking deeply into your eyes. And that's when realization hit you hard. YOUR FUCKING YOUR BOSS. Well you knew she saw your boss but, that's how people now saw it.

Rebecca rubbed her thumb across your bottom lip and pulled it down parting it slightly. " I want you y/n no matter what people have to say. I'm fuck you until my heart gives out" she whispered before kissing you passionately. You couldn't help but laugh into the kiss causing her to pull away. She smiled at you softly before pulling you into a warm hug.

You couldn't help but melt into the hug. Resting your head in her neck. When she hugged you the entire world stops and it's just the both of you.

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The past couple months since the rumor went out was alittle weird. But people got over it and went on with lives. You can't control love.

You and Rebecca would arrive at work the same time and leave at the same time. You would hold hands when you got the chance to. Eat lunch when you had the chance to. And of course you guys had crazy wild office sex.

Life was great. And you were happy Rebecca was yours and you were hers.

[mirrorcatcreditcard]

Bro as soon as I read "Luka doesn't want to be freed" I was like "damn, how could that have not crossed my mind?" Cause it makes so much sense. It's a constant thing in the world. I believed in Santa clause because my parents told me he was real and I refused to believe otherwise when people like peers or my siblings were trying to convince me he wasn't. Then one day my parents told me the truth and I was sobbing, because "how could he not be real? Why did they lie to me like that?" In a way, it was kind of a betrayal of trust, and I'm realizing just how badly little innocent lies like that can affect a child. But when it's applied to Luka, there is no tearful realization, and he wasn't told some innocent little lies. His owner would never admit that what he has done to Luka isn't okay because it's more convenient for him to have a perfectly trained doll than a kicking and screaming one. Heperu got exactly what he wanted and he's going to make the most of it because he feels like he deserves it for being successful.

Thank you for your analysis I will not stop thinking about it until I have dementia (that'll be a while) (I hope)

I love going in my inbox and seeing this ask, so I hesitated to answer it when seeing it makes me so happy, but I think you deserve to know that you're heard and appreciated, so sksksksks here goes~

That's exactly what I was going for! The Santa Claus myth is something that affects many kids, but they never stop to realize the amazing (and terrifying) psychological implications of it most times, just another childhood memory to store away.

I wish more people acknowledged how all creatures are products of their environments.

All the segyein believe humans to be inferior. The humans who preach on equality and freedom are illegal and "terrorists." Who would the Prince among humans believe? His owner and many supporting segyein with semi-docile humans all around, where he constantly sees cause and effect working like his master taught him OR the rebellious and "delusional" terrorists? Better yet, put it our in reality, big kids style. How many people follow the government or the masses or just don't probe the truth of the matters they see on the news or online? A heckin' lot.

I'm so happy that my analysis was as enjoyable to you reading it as it was to me writing it :3 Thank you for the ask

[sowhatnotcreative]

Aparently some women think it's ~evil~ (towards women) to recognize that actually no man vill ever properly respect and love a woman as a fellow human.

You're an adult now, it's not evil to tell you what men are like just as it's not evil to tell you santa clause and god isn't real. Grow up. You've had your teenage delusions. Now you know.

You can still choose to love a man if you want to. We are just people on the internet, we don't decide what you do with your life or whether you should stay safe or not.

As usual tho men are not judged for doing the bad. It's actually WOMEN who are bad for naming it!