#something something Lincoln’s log

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Please, I beg you, tell me the fact they're starting the season with a sinking ship means nothing. That it is absolutely, 100% is NOT foreshadowing? I need reassurance.

I've been up since 4am so forgive me if this isn't the kindest response, but you are reading way, way, way too much into this and being very silly.

[queertransetc]

Vent post abt medical bullshit

Me: I have VCD. My vocal cords are tightening and blocking my airways. The only things that help are ketamine and benzos (and alcohol) because they physically relax my vocal cords

GP: sounds like anxiety, talk to your psych team

Psych: have you tried deep breathing? Also no benzos not even short term and ket is controlled so I can’t give you more. Also drinking bad :((( oh did you try CBD and meditation?

Asthma/breathing specialist: meds don’t help VCD, you’re lying to get drugs. Just see a speech language pathologist

SLP: I can see you in many months. All we will do is practice deep breathing. Until then just hang on :/

Me: I feel like I’m suffocating during attacks. They last two hours a day on average. It’s like trying to breathe through a cocktail straw. I’ve given up everything I love and everything I need to do. Can’t even fold laundry without getting winded. I hate alcohol but if that’s my only option I’m gonna become an alcoholic

ALL of my docs: see, drug seeking behavior. Try rehab

[runyousillydetective]

Frankenstein's Canon: there are several different canon lines for this Fandom and I'm borrowing bits from all of them to suit my needs

i just saw the tag “canon complicit” instead of “canon compliant” and im laughing its like “canon is a criminal act that i unfortunately support with this fic”

[gayclubsoap]

one day i'll put the french toast and homemade guac recipes i learned from a friend's mom to use. one day

[heabitfruity]

Silly Hobbies: Primarch Edition

Apparently I wrote too much according to tumblr, so I'm sorry if it's choppy :[

Lion El'Johnson - He actually really loves analyzing "literature"; but not normal literature like Shakespeare or Kafka. He likes analyzing things like The U.S Constitution and The Treaty of Versailles. He does this because he thinks it will help him diplomatically (it doesn't, nobody gets why he does it otherwise, not even his sons).

Fulgrim - This man knows how to dance to every K-Pop song known to man. He can throw it back to "Baby Got Back" and has tried to teach Sanguinius and Ferrus Manus how (It didn't go well, Ferrus threw his back out ). This man knows the exact choreography to "Womanizer", "Nude" and so many other songs.

Perturabo - He likes making useless contraptions; like infomercial level sort of inventions. He has invented bread-dogs, a time-machine to go back exactly two seconds for each use, a voice-recording recorder, etc. He uses Dorn to test it out, despite their... feelings for one another. He knows that Dorn will give him a blunt answer; even if he is told that the invention is "stupid".

Jaghatai Khan - He's really good at acrobatics, specifically everything with the asymmetrical bars; this man could easily escape a pack of dogs with a pen in his pocket (If anyone gets this reference I will be so proud). He attempted to teach Angron how to do the basics, but it didn't go that well; the man is just simply not flexible enough yet.

Leman Russ - This is a secret that he will take to his grave because he suffers from major internal misogyny. He knows how to knit, and he's REALLY good. He grew up on a planet that is 75% of the time below zero, of course the second he got ahold of yarn and wool he got to making warm things for his marine-sons! However, he plays it off as things like: "the citizens of Fenris have donated these for our cause".

Rogal Dorn - He likes making massive forts, societies and various massive structures in Minecraft, with Legos, Lincoln Logs, and those small, ceramic Christmas towns. They're usually quite extensive, but not extravagant. He will pester Perturabo and Magnus to look at them, and this often leads to debates about how these civilizations would function.

Konrad Curze - He teaches cooking classes; however, they are not pleasant. At the end of meal prep, all students are covered in blood due to Konrad butchering whatever protein they had prepared. The food actually tastes amazing, however the process of making it is certainly a battle within itself. Sevatar is his sous chef, which means he frequently has to do most of the work that isn't butchering.

Sanguinius - Honestly, animal rehabilitation. I know this sounds absolutely odd, but due to him having wings, he has to know how to keep a healthy batch of feathers! He's excellent at bird handling, and actually really enjoys it. He's saved at least 54 birds (he doesn't get to find many, his sons typically try to steer him away).

Ferrus Manus - Dude actually makes some really mean jewelry; like the man makes the permanent ankle chains, ring engravements, earrings (with the help of Fulgrim). He's made a lot for his brothers like Leman, Fulgrim, Magnus, and the Khan. They're all very appreciative (though Ferrus has to make Leman a special mixture so he doesn't chew through it by accident).

Angron - He does extreme sports! It helps focus on something that doesn't direct his anger at things that he doesn't need to focus on. It's somewhat funny to think of him riding a BMX, but his absolute favorite is bungee-jumping! He has forced demanded that his sons and brothers try it to "toughen them up". However, nobody except Konrad wanted to. (They both had a great time! One of the few times they've actually bonded over anything.)

Guilliman - He enjoys grading papers... He enjoys signing up to grade the essays of AP classes on Terra and does it every year if he has the time. He takes the pleasure of learning things about literary merit from other people's perspectives, and every time it makes him consider becoming a professor (even though it would be highly impractical).

Mortarion - He enjoys escape rooms, especially with Konrad and Horus. They actually usually have a great time, though sometimes they have to stop Konrad from digging into the walls. He actually commissioned Perturabo to make an elaborate escape room with hatches and secret pathways all around a set of shipping containers. It was so fun that he actually decided to keep it. (He still discovers new routes and puzzles in it every time he goes in.)

Magnus the Red - He plays Dungeons and Dragons with Khan, Guilliman, Perturabo and Alpharius and Omegon. He ALWAYS is the Dungeon Master, no matter what. This is not because he is selfish and possessive (he is a little), but because nobody in the group can seem to maintain a regular gaming schedule. They have simply resorted to Magnus being the godly controller of their games.

Horus Lupercal - This man fishes. I'm sorry, he does the straight, white man fishing and poses. He takes pictures of the fish with the awkward raised arm but genuine smile. He sometimes gives the fish to Konrad, however, less so after finding out from his students what happens during his classes.

Lorgar Aurelian - He writes fanfiction. He likes to show Magnus and Horus his angsty stuff. This stuff is even enough to make Magnus cry a little. Lorgar, however, also writes smut. I believe that this man has never had the intimate touch of any person. Not because he's celibate, but because he's a bitch. The smut's written like in the early days of Wattpad. It's disastrously bad (Think "his meat-cicle entered her mound"). Leman found it one time, he tormented Lorgar for weeks with it.

Vulkan - He bakes! He has learned all the favorite sweets of all of his brothers, making sure to surprise them occasionally whenever they haven't spoken in a while. He loves it whenever there are big events, gives him a chance to see all of his brothers and see them enjoy his work. (There have been some small altercations due to people hoarding food)

Corvus - He likes fashion; but not in a New York fashion week way, more of an Edna from The Incredibles way. He uses the help of Ferrus and Leman to help sew cloaks, shape up boots, and they use Sanguinius and Fulgrim to model it to make sure it looks good and it works.

Alpharius Omegon - They like mimicking their brothers as much as possible; in a "try to look exactly like them" way. It is actually really impressive, even going past the uncanny valley vibe. This led to Mortarion walking in on two versions of himself standing at his bedroom door and it made him piss his pants; and nobody believed him when he told the rest of them.

[travelingthief]

Lord Hephaestus Devotional Acts and Offerings

Learn about:

Volcanoes

Fire safety

Disability rights

The ADA (and how it could be improved)

Ableism and stigma

Blacksmithing

Forges

Devotional Acts

God of fire & volcanoes:

Woodburning (art form)

Fire scrying

Have a bonfire

Paper mache volcanoes

Burn a candle

(Learn how to) Tend a fire/woodstove/hearth

God of blacksmithing, metalworking, and crafts:

Jewelry making

Wood carving

Wire working

Making chainmail

Leatherworking

Car maintenance 

Have a good toolkit

Welding

Handyman maintenance

Robotics

Repair clothing

Carry a multitool 

Learn a new skill

Glassblowing

Restore an old/damaged object

Build Legos/Lincoln Logs

Watch restoration videos

Code/build a website

Go to science fairs/museums

Invent something

God of/with disabilities:*

Mobility aid maintenance 

Disability advocacy

Plan out your spoons/energy

Customize mobility aids/braces/other aids

Create a medical ID

Have an emergency to-go bag

Make your bed into a comfy place to be

Buy things from people with disabilities’ wishlists (like accessibility items etc.)

Identify how many spoons different activities take and make a list

Offerings

God of fire/volcanoes:

Fire starters/pokers

Burned paper

Burned objects

Blowtorch

Lighters

Fire imagery

Volcanic rocks

Volcano imagery

Firewood

Ashes

Matches

Coal

God of blacksmithing, metalworking, and crafts:

Nails, bolts, screws

Tools/toolbox

Swords/shields/armor (imagery)

Cool metal objects

Anvil imagery

Bronze/copper/brass

Anything you’ve made

Blueprints

Tongs

Bellows

Springs

Spare parts

Batteries

Mementos of handy work you’ve done (like a light bulb you’ve changed)

Chains

Stones/bricks/clay

Laptops/tablets/phones

God of/with disability:

Mobility aids

Painkillers/medicines

“Emergency” foods (like electrolytes or candy bars)

X-ray/MRI images

Medical bracelets

Medical paperwork

Adaptive aids

* While Hephaestus was not traditionally seen as a god of disability, many followers in modern times revere him as one

[fictionadventurer]

Time to talk about James Garfield! He's nearly forgotten today because his presidency was cut so short, but he might be one of the biggest over-achievers ever to reach the White House, and I'm overdue to tell you about his life story.

James Garfield, like Lincoln, came from a dirt poor background. Pretty sure he was the last president to be born in a log cabin. His father was a farmer who died when he was three years old, leaving him in the care of a mother and older brother who doted on him. They recognized that he was smart and wanted him to make something of himself, but young James had read a few too many books that romanticized life at sea, so at sixteen he ran away from home to get the closest possible version of that experience that he could manage--working on a boat in the Erie Canal. He came back home within a few months because he nearly drowned, and by then, his mother and brother had scraped up enough money for him to go to school.

After high school, he went to a prep school where he worked as a janitor to pay for his tuition. At least, for the first year. By his second year, the school decided to hire him to teach six classes! And later added two more because he was so popular! While he was still attending the school as a student, mind you! He went to college, became the principal of his old prep school, studied for the bar and became a lawyer, got involved in state politics, and then left to go serve in the Civil War, where he became the youngest-ever major general. Then his friends asked him to run for the US House of Representatives, and even though he refused to leave the army to go campaign, he won the election. Then he did leave the army to join the House, where he served eight terms.

Which brings us to the 1880 presidential election. Which was an absolutely wild and crazy political battle within the Republican Party. The big issue was civil service reform. Up to this point, all federal employees were appointed by the ruling president's party--it was called the spoils system, because "to the victor go the spoils." The president (or whoever he gave hiring power to) could appoint whoever he wanted to any government position, regardless of whether or not the person had any relevant experience. By the 1870s, this system had become a cesspool of corruption and cronyism, but the Republicans were split on the need for reform. On one side, you had the Stalwarts, who wanted to continue with business as usual. On the other side were the Half-Breeds, who wanted to replace the spoils system with a merit-based system where employees would have to meet certain education or experience requirements to get the job, which they could then stay in regardless of which party was in power.

Anyway, when it came time to choose the presidential candidate, the battle got ugly. On one side, you had Senator Roscoe Conkling of New York, a political boss who maintained his power through the spoils system, who was there to nominate Ulysses S. Grant to a third term. On the other side, you had James G. Blaine (the Magnetic Man from Maine), a Half-Breed who'd been Conkling's archnemesis ever since he called him out on the Senate floor as a seedy, ruthless villain.

James Garfield had no interest in being president; he'd seen too many of his friends (including James Blaine) get their principles warped by their obsession with the presidency, and he wanted to stay well away from all that. He was there to nominate John Sherman (younger brother of a certain famous Civil War general). Sherman, for his part, knew that Garfield was the more popular politician from Ohio, and hoped to neutralize him as a potential competitor by asking him to give the nominating speech.

So anyhow, at the nominating convention, Conkling gives this rousing speech in support of Grant that has the crowd going wild. There’s no way Garfield's going to be able to follow that. So what he does is look at the crowd and calmly talk to them about how there may be a lot of noise and emotion here today, but this isn't where the election is going to be won. Votes are going to be cast by ordinary Americans living on their homes and farms with their families, and they need to know that there's someone who can serve their interests in the White House. The crowd is spellbound. Garfield then asks them, "What do we want?" To Garfield's horror, one guy yells out, "We want Garfield!"

Garfield made it clear he was there to nominate Sherman, and finished his speech. Then the voting began. Round after round after round of voting, with no one candidate getting enough votes to win the nomination. Garfield got one vote in the third round. In the thirty-fourth round, he suddenly got seventeen votes, as delegates desperate to escape the gridlock decided to throw some votes behind a different name. Garfield stood to protest, saying that no one had the right to vote for him since he hadn't consented to be nominated, but the president of the convention, who secretly liked Garfield more than any of the other candidates, told him to sit down.

By the thirty-sixth vote, Garfield won the nomination. He reluctantly accepted.

When Garfield won the presidential election, it was the first time since the Civil War that a president had been elected who had support in both the North and South. Garfield was seen as a man of the people, living proof of the American dream that any man, no matter how lowly, could one day rise to become president. As Garfield rode in the carriage toward the White House for his inauguration, a man in the crowd yelled out, "Low bridge!" as a reference to Garfield's now-legendary past as a canal worker; Garfield grinned, took off his hat, and ducked.

Once he became president, Garfield became embroiled in the war over civil service reform. Since it hadn't been reformed, he had a constant stream of office-seekers coming to beg for appointments to federal positions, and a lot of federal positions that needed to be filled. His archnemesis was Roscoe Conkling; Garfield was determined to enact civil service reform, and Conkling wanted to do all in his power to prevent it. Conkling forced Stalwart members of Garfield's Cabinet to resign, and he went to war with Garfield over the filling of federal positions.

And that's an interesting story, but the more important part of the battle was with another person entirely, who Garfield had never met. Charles Guiteau was a madman with a checkered past, who'd been involved in strange sex cults and in running various scams--mostly running out on rent payments. During Garfield's election, he gave one speech in support of Garfield to a tiny crowd, and Guiteau, in his delusion, thought that under the spoils system, this entitled him to a reward. He wanted to be a foreign ambassador, and he came to the White House every day seeking a meeting with someone who could give him the job. He was mostly stopped by Garfield's secretary, and his attempts to get help from the vice president and various Cabinet members also failed.

At last, Guiteau became frustrated, and decided that the only thing to do was kill Garfield. God wanted to maintain the spoils system, he thought, and the only way to do that was to get the reform-minded Garfield out of the way so the spoils system advocate Chester Arthur could be president. Guiteau tracked the president to a couple of spots in Washington, but always found a reason not to take a shot.

But on July 2, 1881, when Garfield was at a Washington train station, Guiteau shot him in the back. The bullet went past Garfield's spine and lodged in his pancreas. Robert Lincoln--who happened to be traveling with Garfield--secured the services of the doctor who had treated his father. The wound was examined--the doctor poking unsterilized fingers into the bullet hole--and Garfield was transferred back to the White House for treatment.

If the bullet had been left alone, Garfield would most likely have made a full recovery--nothing about the wound was fatal. Unfortunately, he was president of the United States, and doctors were determined to give him intense medical care--which meant that he died through medical malpractice. The head doctor thought these new-fangled ideas about "germs" and "sterile procedure" were conspiracy theories, and certainly not worth the extra work of sterilizing everything. The wound was repeatedly probed with fingers and unsterilized instruments, which led to a massive infection that spread through Garfield's whole body.

Alexander Graham Bell invented a medical detector to locate the bullet; it would have worked, but Garfield's doctors--convinced they knew the path the bullet had taken--only allowed Bell to scan the right side of Garfield's body--and the bullet was on the left.

Garfield was unable to keep down solid food. He dropped from 210 lbs to 130 lbs. Massive pockets of pus formed throughout his body. He was literally rotting from the inside. Yet by all accounts, Garfield remained cheerful and kind to everyone who cared for him.

Garfield was a healthy fifty-year-old man, and he rallied a few times, but he wasn't able to overcome the infection. The heat and humidity of Washington only made it worse. An air-conditioning device was invented and installed to keep the room cool, but at the beginning of September, the decision was made to transfer Garfield to a house at the New Jersey seaside, in the hopes that the cool sea breezes could aid his recovery.

Garfield left Washington on September 6. A special train line was constructed that took him right up to the door of the house; when the train got stuck on the final hill, a crowd of hundreds that had gathered in support of the president worked together to push it to the top. Garfield's final few days were spent in the pleasant seaside atmosphere, but it was of no use. Garfield died on September 19, 1881. The country plunged into mourning--this president with so much promise, this man of the people, was dead, only six months into his presidency.

That short term means that Garfield is mostly skipped over in American history classes today, but he absolutely should not be. His rise from poverty to the White House is inspiring, and his death is tragic. There is so much to his story, and it's a shame that it gets shuffled aside in the grand sweep of American history.

[theinwardshoe]

This is my one and probably only longform essay about hermitcraft, I hope you enjoy

Part 1: my introduction to Minecraft

I first found Minecraft from a friend who had pocket edition on his phone at recess, he let me play for a few minutes, and those first few minutes fueled an obsession. I was raised on LEGO and Lincoln logs, of course I was going to love it. I spent the next few months convincing my parents to buy me the pocket edition on my tablet. After a long time, they forked over the 6.99 and I was off. My creativity spread over several weeks building Star Wars ships on a flat world. After a few more weeks of convincing my sister joined me on my first survival world. I spent a long time digging holes. Then I began to wonder, did anyone else play Minecraft?

Part 2: the early days

In YouTube, I began to be my constant search for Minecraft builds and content. In my first months, i bounced around between various creators, many of whom’s videos I found interesting yet not the creators themselves. I did eventually settle with a Minecraft creator by the name of Unspeakablegaming, who’s videos at the time I found very intriguing.

After following several of his series over the course of several months, I began to realize I was slowly leaving the demographic of his videos and consequently his energy and the nature of the majority of his videos began to irritate me until I completely stopped watching them.

This was around 2016, when I began looking for something I could be invested in. It was then when I encountered a YouTuber by the name of Mumbo Jumbo. While I, was by no means a redstoner, and would realistically be even less inclined to follow his tutorials as I played in pocket edition, his videos nonetheless were endlessly entertaining for me.

I endlessly waited for each new redstone tutorial while being somewhat disappointed when I would instead see an episode of Hermitcraft. Remembering the SMPs that Unspeakablegaming had participated, in the past, I finally worked up the courage to watch one.

I still remember the very first one, it was in the first third of season 5, Mumbo was working his way through his villager farm, and I couldn’t believe it, it was still Mumbo, *faffing about* doing his thing. And I watched his videos, until the end busting with Iskall. Until that moment he hadn’t even interacted with anyone else on the server, and it was a magical moment, they interacted naturally, it wasn’t scripted it was just friends hanging out and playing Minecraft.

Part 3: Hermitcraft season 6-7

I ended season 5 of hermitcraft and began excitedly awaiting season 6. It was at this point I began to look back at other hermitcraft members, including scar and iskall, and so when Hermitcraft season 6 started, I was watching well over half the whitelist (take that hermitcraft recap!). as the season progressed i settled into a few hermitcraft members i enjoyed watching, and continued on through civil war, area 77 and Demise.

it was then that my world changed, yes the world changed. 28 of February 2020

As the new semester of school began, and the new season of hermitcraft began, my enthusiasm for school hit an all time low, and then as we all know the news of cruise ships being docked and the words pandemic and disease became more than words in textbooks about the black plague or the Spanish flu. As darkness and chaos raged throughout the world, Season 7 started. I watched and listened to nearly every stream, watched every episode and clung to that joy that I experienced watching it.

The insistent optimism from all the hermits that propelled season 7 into being a refuge from the storm. Much of the success of hermitcrafts rise to popularity came from these days and months, as homebound cities and nations, and myself included looked a bit lost, but found happiness and hope in the hermits.

For months I enjoyed, the world slowly turning back to normal, I finished up my last year of high school and I knew I would be going to serve a mission for my church, meaning I probably wouldn’t see the last of season 8

Part 4: Season 8

Season 7 ending brought even more excitement and anticipation for some of my favorite creators who towards the end of the season stopped uploading.

Season 8 began with the voice chat, with the appearance of two new hermits and a whole lot of fun. During these months I began working full time, although the nature of my job allowed me to listen to a large majority of the streams, impulse, Gem, and Iskall became constant as I worked, and they worked alongside me. They were days never to be forgotten.

And then, my day to leave drew closer. The big moon plot reached its climax and end as the world exploded, just as I was about to leave. It had been great, I still cherish memories of listening to them talk during long hours stocking shelves, or in the mornings before work to see what crazy things they had come up with.

I missed all of season 9. I returned home late December 2023, just as it ended. As they said their last goodbyes to season ninfinity.

Now with the start of season 10, and the inclusion of yet another two hermits, hi Skizz, hi Joel, all I can hope for, and much of what I have seen from the community is the same positivity. I have continued enjoying their videos and streams, while I’m working and at home.

Part 5: Conclusion

The world of hermitcraft is beyond the invididual seasons, it is the community. Hermitcraft is all of us. It is all the positivity, all the genuine energy they bring in everything they do.

For those who don’t know them, I invite you to come in and take a seat. And for those who already know, enjoy, and remember. We may wish for the past, but They make the future a little sweeter. What the future hold is not certain, but as long as there is a Welcome back Miners and Crafters, it will be okay

[quirkwizard]

So I'm wondering what kind of Quirk would fit a character based on Abraham Lincoln. In a Phineas and Ferb episode, Doofenshmirtz had a robot guard based off of Lincoln, and it going rogue led to some funny lines, like "he's gonna emancipated my proclamation" or "he's gonna John Wilkes my Booth" and there's no way I can think of to put those in a fiction without someone having something that ties them to Lincoln.

I don't think I've ever done a Quirk about a historical figure before, but since it is President's Day, I feel it is though it is my civic duty to make a Quirk about one of our nation's great leaders. Plus I had an idea that I really liked about this.

I see it working as an Emitter type Quirk that allows the user to make a series of small, angular logs the size of their thumb. The user can cause these to telekinetically build up and link together, forming various constructs as they desire within a short range of them. The user can make these in masses into a variety of shapes. This can range from something as simple as a hammer to forming a small, rickety bridge between two buildings. The user can ingrain these with other pieces of wood, working to shape or repair them as well to a limited degree. The user can pull the logs back to them to make something else, but can leave them to harden and become permanent. This gives the user a good mix of defense and support options, able to build up whatever they need at a moment's notice. They can set up defenses for themselves, form traps and binds around their enemies, make structures to traverse an area, make wooden weapons, or just make little models for fun. Though the Quirk is based around wood, meaning it can be broken through enough force or set on fire. The Quirk is limited in how many logs they can make and will require the user to have some wood to build the logs around for bigger projects. A possible name for the Quirk could be "Linkin Logs".

[hermit-agere]

When Grian is really little he likes to build little rustic houses from lincoln logs :]! They're easier for clumsy fingers than legos, you don't have to worry about making a fancy back, AND they make a REALLY fun noise when he knocks them down >:3

He loves knocking down his builds! The sound is always soooo fun and the fact that he gets to topple something over and destroy it makes his little gremlin brain go nuts! He's a mischief maker even when little!

[anarcoqueer1994]

Still on a Steve likes Barbie kick and I'm going to keep putting that into the universe.

When Steve was 5 years old, he used to go to the store whenever his parents were in town, where they would buy him toys to make up for the fact that they were never there. It was back when they would still pretend they cared, feigning love between long bouts of absenteeism and moments of his fathers violent temper. He could get any 'boy' toy he wanted. Over the trips, he had gotten baseball stuff, a Fisher Price Farm set, a toy plane, Matchbox and Hot Wheel Cars; honestly, he had any toy a boy could want. But he wanted something else.

He would always pass the pink aisles filled with toys that were supposed to be for girls, and he was enthralled with one toy in particular. Nestled between the baby dolls and the easy bake ovens were pretty Barbie dolls with fantastic outfits and soft brushable hair. And he wanted one so badly. He would always ask for one and every time he was met with harsh words from his father. "Steven, don't be a pansy. Boys don't like Barbies unless they are sissies. Are you a sissy, Steven? Do you want your friends at school to find out?"

Steve always shakes his head, dejected. He then goes and picks out a boy toy, a toy his dad won't be mad at him about. But one day, something changes. One of the nice women who worked at the store, Mrs. Munson, had watched as Steve continuously was shot down by his father . She felt bad for him, so that day, as she checks them out, she slips a Growing Hair Barbie into the bag discretly along with the Lincoln Logs, before handing little Steve the bag, winking kindly at him as she does.

And Steve immediately goes home and runs up to his room, hiding the packaging under his bed before playing with the doll. He loved her hair and dress, and everything about her. She was glamorous and beautiful, everything Steve wanted.

He would sneak her with him everywhere, even slipping her in his backpack when he would go to the playground. Today was one of those days, going to the park with his nanny, as his parents were in Chicago. He would run and hide behind a tree, out of sight from his nanny, where he could play quietly with the doll.

He is so wrapped up in his game that he doesn't notice someone walking up next to them until they sit down on the ground beside them. Steve looks over to see a boy from his school in the grade above him. Panic fills his face as he tries to hide the doll. Even back then, his father instilled shame in him whenever he was doing something that wasn't traditionally masculine.

But boy smiles at him, one tooth missing from where the baby tooth fell out. "Hi, I'm Eddie. Can me and my dragon," he motions to the plastic figure in his hand, "play with you? Your doll looks cool and maybe can be a princess. Or knight, or a knight princess." Eddie starts to ramble.

Steve scrunches up him nose, confused that the other boy isn't making fun of him. "Wait, you wanna play with me and my Barbie, even though I'm a boy?"

"Yea! It gets lonely playing by myself and you looked like you were having fun!"

"Oh." Steve looks down, unsure how to feel. He really wants to play but what if the other boy just is playing a joke on him. "My dad says Barbie is a girls toy."

Eddie laughs. "My dad says that junk too, but my mommy says toys are for everyone, no matter what. We can play with whatever. So can we play, um...I forgot to ask your name?"

Steve can't help but smile at the kind words. "Sure! And I'm Steve. Oh and Barbie is definitely a princess knight and she is going slay your dragon!" He giggles.

The boys spend the rest of the afternoon playing together until his nanny calls for him. On the bench near her, he sees the lady from the store and watches as Eddie leaves with her.

They play again the next few times they are at the playground, always hiding the Barbie from the nanny so he doesn't get in trouble. But Steve loves it, making up adventures for Steve’s Barbie and Eddie’s dragon. Steve thinks Eddie could be his best friend.

One day, though, his parents are actually in town, and they make a show of taking him to go and play instead of the nanny. He doesn't think anything of it. They do this all the time to show other people they care. Steve and Eddie fall into their regular routine, but Mr. Harrington seems far more observant of Steve than the nanny, always acutely aware of Steve's actions so he can meet sure his son does not embarrass him.

He can see Steve's legs sticking out from behind the tree and the legs of another boy. He decides to walk closer to "check on" (read: make sure he isn't hanging out with the wrong kids). Steve does not notice until he is being yanked up by the back of his collar, fear filling his eyes as he looks at Eddie. He drops the doll out of panic.

"Steven Michael Harrington, what the fuck are you playing with?" His voice is low but stern.

"I...I..." Steve begins to stutter, a tear forms in his eye.

"You're not that stupid boy, answer me." His father is still speaking with gridded teeth.

"A Barbie, sir." He whispers.

"Where did you that?" His dad presses

"I...." Steve looks around, doesn't want to get Eddie’s mom in trouble, and is unsure what to say as he stands in front of his father scared.

"I gave it to him. It's mine." Eddie lies before Steve can say anything, watching what is happening, seeing the same fear in Steve’s face that he has felt when his dad has one too many drinks.

Steve goes to speak, but before he can, Mr. Harrington is pulling Steve away, leaving the doll abandoned on the ground. He yells out "Do not talk to my son anymore." Steve tries to protest, but his dad just grips his hand tighter around his wrist, shutting him up.

Eddie goes home with the doll that night, knowing Steve won't be allowed to talk to him anymore. He spends the night crying on his mother's lap, as Steve cries alone in his room over the loss of his first friend and his special doll.

~~

Years passed, and they don't talk, Steve too scare when he was younger to disappoint his dad, and by the time he is old enough to stand up for himself, he thinks iits too late. Things change, the Harrington parents being around less and less, Eddie’s mother passing, and his uncle Wayne taking him in. Steve grows into the all-American boy his father wanted him to be, and Eddie leans more and more into letting his freak flag fly.

But then the upside-down happens, and Steve grows some .ore, and then there was Spring break, and he is running with Eddie’s near lifeless body out of there, barely getting him to the hospital in time. But Eddie recovers, and they grow close again.

Everyone around them can see their mutual crush, but it is Eddie who makes the first move. Nearly 5 months after Vecna, Steve finds a shoe box wrapped in newspaper on his front porch. The note attached reads

"Would you still be my princess-knight? Maybe we can try our play dates again, except maybe we make it a real date?-Eddie"

When Steve opens the box, inside is his original Barbie from all those years ago with a pretty pink rose. Eddie had kept it all this time. He can feel a tear rolling down his cheek. Eddie cared enough to keep her.

It doesn’t take long before Steve is heading to Eddie's, ready to show him how appreciative he is.

[cams-cozy-corner]

Regressor Annabeth chase headcanons !!!

-Usually regresses to about 7 or younger

-usually likes to be alone, and only ever regresses in front of certain people (namely Thalia, Percy, Grover and Piper)

-very prone to temper tantrums and easily frustrated when she can’t do something right

-Grover will play her lullabies on his reed pipes to calm her down

-she LOVES to play with any kind of building blocks, especially Lincoln logs or tinkertoys

-she also likes jigsaw puzzles, brain teasers, and sudoku puzzles

-she WILL get stickers if she does a good job at something this is not optional

-if she’s playing pretend she always makes Percy play the damsel in distress

-when Thalia visits it always makes her feel super small, she’s like her big sister <3

-the secret teddy bear in her storage trunk was a gift from Thalia (she stole it for her)

[queertransetc]

The melatonin gummies meme must be fake. 50 mg doesn’t do shit and y’all are acting like 3 mg has you sleeping for 48 hours? Y’all are truly just lying to folks about the efficacy of OTC sleep medications. Melatonin tablets work about as well as swallowing a handful of dry cement, same with Benadryl

[neutrallyobsessed]

EPISODE 10!!!!!!!!!!! THE FINALE: THE SUMMER VACATION!!!!!

I AM FUCKING MELTING!!!!!!!!

AND YOU CAN TAKE A PIC WITH JESUS CHRIST! NOOOOO VAN GOGH!!!! You wanna ride Lincoln's log? OH COME ON WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE TRAINS???? i know that the underground railway wasn't underground or a railway but- OH IM SORRY FUCK YOU TOO

amen brother!

Confucius with beard and moustache? Let's gooooo!!!!

Wait, Cloney Island is real? HELL YEAH ITS REAL WOOOOOOOOOO

whoopsie-doodle

OH so the intro isnt going to be the magestic sound we just heard??

Ah finally, Nostradamus!

hmmmJFrrietmmmmmmm

HMMMMMJOANABEMMMMMM

The themes have the same initials!! I love it!!

TOPHER!!!! he's just static there.... buT AT LEAST HE'S HERE!!!

ok, now im feeling like they're purposefully avoiding giving him screentime-

OH LIKE IN THE INTRO!!!

hehehe rebooting :v NOOOOOOOOOOO DON'T CANCEL IT!!! NOT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!

AUGH

OH OK-

OH NOOOO NOT THE SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEE

EVAAAA!!!! CAMPEONA DEL MUNDO AAAA

WAIT WAIT

WHAT ISLAND IS THIS ONE?????

OK

you didn't get Confucius yet?/Abe was closest to you?

INTERESTING/IN WHAT WAY

JIJIJIJI JAJJAJAJA!!

I'm glad they aknowledge Topher being Joan's friend rather than Abe's- anyways this is how joanpher can still win-

ooooo how considerate~~THE HISTORICAL JOKES ARE SO GOOD!!!JFRRIET!!!!!!!!

ssssssss ooooooo my knees dont work~~~~ yes YESSS YEESSSS

YEEEEESSSSSS!!!!

YES! I WAS SO RIGHT! I AM SO RIGHT ABOUT HIM!!!! YOUR ANGST RIDDEN ASS DON'T UNDERSTAND TOPHER... no no... Y'ALL DON'T UNDERSTAND CHRISTOPHER LIKE I DO! He doesnt hate himself! He doesnt hate being the clone of an eViL colonizer or whatever! HE LOVES IT! HE LOVES HIMSELF! HE LOVES BEING HIMSELF!!! HE WANTS TO BE HIMSELF AND BE PROUD AND SUPER ANNOYING ABOUT IT!! And he can be Christopher Columbus here and make people happy..... he makes me happy.............but if you dont leave you will die and thats no good, i promise that you'll find a place to be yourself or something i love youuuuu, i love him soooo muchhhh yknow~

Oh look, I can salivate again! Maybe I can EAT something for once....!

Hahahhaha even the trash can died lol

GAAASSSPPP!!!! WHERE IS THIS ALL COFFEE COMING FROM??

ok smartass, do you have a time machine that can comfirm us if that's a racist costume or an accurate portrayal of the real Confucius? eh? concha de tu madreeee.......

i love this kind of jokes sjksjskjksjkjskj

there was also one like that in the columbus ride lolol, it was so unsafe, just like the Ital Park~~ sighhhh♥

lmao i dont know if they're happy that they saved him or that the FUCKING TRAITOR is FUCKING DYING!!! MMMMMMMMMM

but if Christopher is happy then I'm happy ^^

JFRRIET LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

NOOOOOO HE ATE THE OVERPRICED CHURRO!!!

ok this is the last one, it can only mean one thing!

Aww the cheesy line bout destiny and nothing is written in stone and yadda yadda~~ go read afterschool charisma~~

♪CAN WE START, START... OVER♫♫♫ IT'S ALL OVER~~!

Rating: TO BE CONTINUED...?!$@#;)/10!

Topher Bus *sigh siiigh* has appeared on screen... for 51 seconds. A total of 6:15 minutes..........let's go to bed, the fan is turned on.

[feybeasts]

How do I put this into words?

My gender identity, how I choose to see myself within, it’s a toybox full of wonderful things. Things I’ve collected, things I’ve been given, things that mean a lot to me. Sometimes, I take something out of the box, I show it to people, I might even let them play with me for a while.

But those are my fucking toys, and not only do you not get to tell me how to play with them, you don’t get to choose when you see them. So treasure that fucking firetruck or the legos or the lincoln logs, but if you try to stick a hand into that box without my say, I’ll close it onto your fingers as hard as I possibly can.

[fandom-nursery]

Sir. Pentious agere headcanons

Regresses to ages 5-7

Slips into his headspace very easily and is little quite frequently 

He will sometimes try to hide that he’s little but he’s not very good at it 

He frequently forgets that he has a tail now (something that made him very clumsy for several years after he first died before he got used to it) and ends up falling over a lot when small 

He talks a lot if he has someone willing to listen to him and his lisp gets way more prominent 

Usually not interested in taking naps however he can sometimes be convinced if everyone else is having one (he likes to feel included) 

He likes to be picked up but due to his snake parts he can be a bit difficult to coral into one's arms

He loves to build! Blocks, legos, lincoln logs you name it he loves to play with it. He also genuinely enjoys most bored games (although he’s a bit of a sore loser) and is great at playing pretend 

Extremely gullible when regressed and Charlie had to ban pranks for a while because Sir. pentious just kept being the victim of them 

Huge juice box kid and loves little fancy treats like macaroons and turkish delight 

Very good manners! Never forgets to say please and thank you 

Love’s stuffed animals a lot. If he isn't cuddling a stuffie then he has one of his egg boys in his arms 

Sir pentious has a bunch of little outfits in his closet

The hotel residents find out about his regression pretty quickly since he isn't very good at hiding it. Even vox suspected. He does manage to keep it a secret from cherri for much longer due to fear of being mocked or rejected because of his regression but then he learned that she babysits for angel when he regresses and decided to tell her. She was super chill with it and told him she sort of already guessed he was little 

Sir Pentious very badly wants a caregiver. Right now he is usually just watched by whichever hotel guest is nearest and willing when he gets small 

When regressed sir, pentious reverts to calling everyone by titles such as sir, miss, or madam. It takes a while for him to learn he doesn't have to be so formal with his caretakers when little  

Cries very easily especially if he’s in trouble (or just thinks he might be)