#scooping room!!

[mymelodyisme]

That design could also fit in sister's location cause of the circus themed animatronics

YEAH though I think baby would probably grab her by the hair and toss her around tbh there’s only room for one diva on that stage

[beneathsilverstars]

The Traveler And The Pit

(748 words, major ISAT spoilers)

"Once, a long time ago, a Traveler jumped into a pit.

He tried to jump back out, but the pit was too high. He tried to climb out, but the dirt walls crumbled under his fingers.

'Oh no,' they lamented. 'Woe is me! I'm stuck in a blinding pit for some reason!'

But obviously he couldn't expect anything to change if he just sat there lamenting, so he tried climbing again. Digging at the walls, embedding dirt and rock and root under his nails until they chipped and broke. Forming handholds slick with sweat and blood. But he could only dig for so long each day before he collapsed at the bottom of the pit, and each morning when he awoke, his hands were pristine and the walls smooth and straight.

The Traveler dug for a long, long time. They dug until they couldn't remember anything else but the pit. They dug until they forgot that the leaves far above their head were attached to branches and trunks and roots. They dug until their pristine morning nails felt alien. They dug and dug and dug and every handful of dirt that they moved they dumped straight into their soul.

They didn't notice when they started crying. It could have been days or months or weeks or years, but they didn't notice the tears running down their cheeks until the evening that they realized: the pit had turned into mud so thick and wet that they couldn't dig at all anymore. Dirt and tears had mixed and now each scoop slid between their fingers, now the walls flowed to fill each indent, now the floor of the pit sunk under their feet.

They were being pulled in. They would soon drown. And yet, they couldn't stop crying.

'Please!' they cried, 'Someone, anyone, help me!'

The Universe frowned. A Traveler stuck in a pit, huh? That wouldn't do. It would have to send someone to help.

Someone who was an expert on pits, maybe.

The Universe reached down and scooped out the Traveler's insides. The poor thing was full of mud, of course, mud and only mud from head to toe. The Universe scooped all of it up, took the mass of dirt and tears and shaped it into a simulacrum of a person, and stuck a star on top.

'There!' it said. 'A Helper.' And it gently set its creation down in the pit, next to their old body.

Since the Traveler's body wasn't full of mud anymore, it had space for other things again. Things like memories and ideas and plans. The Traveller woke up and he knew what tree trunks were and he wasn't surprised by the cleanliness of his hands. He looked around with fresh eyes, and quickly realized that he was stuck in a pit. He even remembered jumping in.

They tried to jump back out, but the pit was too high. They tried to climb out, but the dirt walls crumbled under their fingers. 'Oh no,' they lamented. 'Woe is me! I'm-'

'Don't bother,' said the Helper. 'Digging doesn't work.'

'Oh,' said the Traveler. 'Hm. I suppose... I'll have to try something else, then?'

The Traveler inspected the pit, and the Helper warned him of the spot where worms would fall out of the dirt onto their head. The Traveler squinted up at the sky above, and the Helper assured him that the weather would never change. The Traveler patted down his pockets, and-

The Helper hadn't remembered that they had pockets.

'Thank you!' said the Traveler, smile wide, eye brimming with unshed tears, rope in hand. 'I never could have gotten out of here without your help!' And he tied a loop in the rope and threw it, and hooked it over a high-up root, and used it to climb up and out of the pit.

The Helper figured, well, they might as well climb the rope too. So they did! They climbed until they stood on solid ground, and they looked around at the tree trunks and the grass and the road that stretched from one horizon to the other. They were out of the pit, and now they could leave it behind forever!

But it didn't matter. No matter how far they traveled, they would still be made out of mud."

The bird chirped, "piou, piou." It pecked at the ground one final time and then flew off.

"Yeah," said Loop, "I didn't think it was a very good story, either."

[beanzbeanz001]

Bonuses

Guy next to Vanessa is Cassie’s dad aka Bonnie bully btw 🫶

[artiststarme]

Baby, it's cold outside

@nburkhardt, you asked for a cute introspective fic, I hope this fits! I hope everyone likes it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Eddie Munson had always hated winter. He hated snow, sleet, frost, and hail. Unfortunately for him, that's all there was in Indiana between late November to early March. The nights grew darker, the trailer was always slightly too cold, and his loneliness seemed exacerbated. Unlike the peacefulness and solitude that he felt in autumn, empty nights in the trailer’s living room while Wayne was at work only served to make him feel alone… burdensome. 

It wasn’t like he could cry to his uncle about feeling lonely when he’d been pulling double shifts at the plant practically since Eddie had moved in with him. He couldn’t complain to his bandmates that hardly put up with him enough to call them friends. And it wasn’t like he had anyone else in the town that cared about him even remotely. 

Most of all though, Eddie hated how the winter reflected the frigidity of the town. He knew they hated him year-round but it seemed so much more prominent in the cold. Their malicious laughter when he slipped on ice, the hardly-visible sneers from underneath scarves, and cruel words seemed harsher. 

One winter day though, everything changed for Eddie. He’d chosen that day to avoid the stifling isolation at his trailer. Winter had only just begun but its effects were already visible. Eddie’s pale skin looked paler, the bags under his eyes were heavier, and the tip of his nose was almost permanently red. The weather was dreadful, softly snowing with the flakes sticking to the ground. Still, he had to leave the trailer park to keep his sanity, weather be damned. He sat on a low hanging swing at the elementary school playground, snowflakes stuck to his hair and a blunt between his lips. He was still alone but it wasn’t so unbearable out in the open. 

“Hey, uh. Mind if I join you?”

A sudden voice took away Eddie’s peace and he flailed like a cat electrocuted before he was able to regain his bearings and grip the swing chains with a vice grip. He choked on the smoke of his blunt and looked through leaking eyes up at the cause of his shock. 

“The fuck?” He hacked while trying to determine who’d bothered him.

“I’m sorry man, I really didn’t mean to scare you. I just… you looked lonely and I’m kinda lonely too so I thought we might as well be less lonely together,” the stranger’s voice seemed genuinely apologetic and it pulled the strings in Eddie’s heart. As soon as his vision cleared though, his system was flushed with ice.

“Harrington? What the fuck are you even doing here? You come all the way over here to pick on little ole me? Pathetic. Where are your cronies, hiding behind the bushes waiting for your signal so you all can jump me? Fuck you,” Eddie snarled before trying to get up from his place. He stopped only once Harrington’s hands landed on his shoulders and pushed him back down. 

Harrington looked gutted, “no man, I’m alone. I was just… trying to get out of the house when I saw you here. I’m sorry for bothering you, I’ll uh. I’ll see you around, Munson.”

Despite his words, he stayed still for a moment longer, eyes focused directly on Eddie’s. Upon closer inspection, he didn’t appear to be the King Steve he always was at school. He wasn’t confident here. His posture was slumped, his mouth was twisted in a grimace, and his perfect hair looked like he’d tried to pull it out himself. Most notably though were the angry bruises on his cheekbone and along his jaw. Eddie had seen more than enough abuse in his life and the aftermath left it like a scar. Hell, he saw it every day in the mirror. 

He couldn’t let Steve leave with this revelation. It seemed that the King and the Freak had more in common than they’d ever known. With a sigh, he pulled a fresh blunt out of his leather jacket pocket and handed it to Steve. 

“Here man, I could use the company. And I’m not sure I could finish this one alone.”

Steve’s grimace fell to reveal the most breathtaking smile Eddie had ever seen. “I’m sure you could Munson, but I’ll stick around. Thanks!”

They sat on the swings in the snow for what seemed like hours. They talked, they laughed, they sat in comfortable silence at times. When their hands got too frozen and their faces flushed, they stood awkwardly as if neither one wanted the night to end. 

“So uh, you want to come back to my place? It’s closer and I have hot chocolate,” Eddie muttered, his fingers twisting his rings in anxiety. He didn’t know what the fuck was happening here but he knew he didn’t want it to end. 

Steve ducked his head to hide a grin, but accepted nonetheless. “Lead the way, Munson.”

They spent the remainder of the night drinking hot cocoa, cuddling in Eddie’s small twin bed, and sleeping off what was a great night for them both. When they woke up, things weren’t awkward or stilted, it felt like they were just as they should be. Thus in the winter of 1983, King Steve and Eddie “the Freak” Munson became friends in the public eye. It caused quite the stir around both the school and the town alike but it didn’t bother them. And in the safety and privacy of their homes, they became more. They became more than strangers or friends and instead evolved directly into boyfriends that held hands, space heaters for each other in the cold of the trailer, and partners that they could each depend on. 

After what started off as a dreary night alone in an empty playground, Eddie’s life changed for the better. From that day forward, his hatred of the winter faded into a feeling of gratitude. The cold weather had guided two lost and lonely souls toward each other. After that, seeing snow or frost, or sleet always reminded Eddie of the day that he and Steve became each other’s person. They would never be alone again as long as they had each other. 

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[ratatatastic]

i love sasha going "he also told me last year 😃" like a kid getting his hand stole a cookie from the cookie jar but no one has called him out for it and the guilt is eating him up and confesses to the "crime" meanwhile the actual devil-incarnate next to him giggles at him

(i doubt this happened i think hes embellishing for the sake of comedy which is why pomo says "i think sashas got a pretty good sense of humour" i also doubt pomo went through trophy protocol last year either which is why the team felt comfortable touching that cursed metal lmao)

i love how matthew is absolutely eating up sasha squirming and having a front row seat to his having to answer to past consequences but if we go back to that ill-fated 24th of may *insert flashback harp sound effect*

yeah who was the one WHO TOUCHED IT FIRST AND WHO WAS THE ONE WHO GAVE HIM THE TROPHY?? WHO. LIKE IF ANYONE HAS TO ANSWERS THESE QUESTIONS ITS DEFINITELY MATTHEW. ONE OF THE ACTUAL CULPRITS.

it was at that moment that paul knew he had to go yeah haha i totally told him to do that yep.

new york rangers @ florida panthers game 6 postgame interview | 6.1.24 (x)

[soupmanspeaks]

Now I'm just thinking what glamrock Freddy's reaction to the underground scooper would be, maybe he would see it, and stumble back. Maybe he'd quickly check his stomach hatch. He doesn't know why he did it. Maybe he'd glance over at the scooping room window in a quick pang of horror. Maybe he didn't know what he was looking for in the glass. But maybe the feeling occurs to him that he's been in this kind of situation before. Surprisingly, Freddy has a thought that the outcome of this weird dejavu is the same as it always was.

He is full of many, many, wires.

This time, he thinks, they aren't going anywhere.

[heckyeahponyscans]

Something I really enjoy about toy shows is selling plush toys in person! Online, it is pretty easy to sell plush from licensed, recognizable IPs like Sanrio, Disney, and so on, but difficult to sell stuffed animals that are just like . . . a tiger, a bunny, a puppy. Even if they're a high quality, beautiful plushie.

But in person it's a totally different story. Kids will instantly connect with a stuffed animal and sweep it into their arms, hugging it. Heck, not just kids, I've see teens and adults connect with stuffed toys like that too. We love to see it.

[hailaxyart]

CW: GORE

[puppetmaster13u]

I am tempted to write a thing specifically for a scene of Bruce practically slamming the door open after his first night of patrol all excitedly. Just, vibrating in place as Alfred looks up from his book, waits for Bruce to get his thoughts in order as he stumbles over them.

And just. Bruce: I passed. Alfred: Hm? Bruce: I passed, no one thought I was a girl! Alfred: Congratulations sir. Bruce: :)

I just want to write teen-ish to young-adult Bruce getting his first gender affirmation (outside of like Alfred and such) from his vigilantism and just getting serotonin each time someone reports on the Batman

[aftonkidkin]

"If we looked like you, then we would have somewhere to go. The scooper only hurts for a moment"

(The Scooping Room/Michael's Death? Stimboard, Self-Indulgent?)

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[wixterirox]

me one second: Do you ever think about how Billy spent his whole life alone & he sacrificed himself for someone he didn’t even know, but did it because she showed him compassion 😔😭

two seconds later: Billy in scoops ahoy outfit ☺️😋

[oopsarboreal]

i should print out the billion taurice drawings I have

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

rewatching abstinence camp and like,,, does grace make pete just.... stay at camp with a broken leg,,, like?? this religious summer abstinence camp would NOT have the materials to make a cast it's a religious summer abstinence camp they're healing him with ace bandages and prayer

[kiddokori]

guys i caught a mouse at work today

[brockitty-goober]

not me acting like this is the most formal thing 😭

I can’t even wait for you guys to see the art. DONT EVEN EXPECT GOOD ART I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW I DREW MIKE SO WELL HERE 🙃

ermmm yeah :D I have a feeling this writing is going to be terrible but like. at least I’m having fun right!!

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Within the location, Molten Freddy just tries so hard to find literally anything that could work—that could help the three. There’s gotta be something, right?

There isn’t.

He searches through the Funtime Auditorium the most—repeatedly going through it again and again, every single time he finishes one of the other areas.

By the fourth time, Molten Freddy knows he can’t feel Funtime Foxy any longer—but just keeps trying. What if it wasn’t too late...?