#that tablet would be awesome

[m00ngbin]

Guess we doin phones now

More of the actual story + lore stuff under this thing

His full name is Callie Halden. For now

He mentioned in an offhand comment to his aunt at 16 that he wanted a job, so she decided to have him start running errands for her. Eventually said aunt told some friends who had their own stores about him, so he started running errands for them as well. Word spreads and now at 22 he does this for half the people in town. Unofficial postal service, glorified errand boy

Fucking HATES it, but it's good cardio and a lot of the people in town rely on him to deliver stuff. He originally tried to keep it pretty cheap because it was just a summer job, but he stayed and it stuck and now he's paid a miserable $3.50 for every package/thing delivered

He's ended up becoming a pretty good long distance sprinter so he can earn as much as possible

Bc he needs to be as fast as possible for his job, he's become pretty impatient. DESPITE the need to make things fast, he goes out of his way to take routes that he knows will have the most cats on them, even if they take longer

Likes collecting phone charms to add to his head. He switches them out like every other day, and he likes it the most when they jingle as obnoxiously as possible (he doesn't register that it's obnoxious, he thinks that it sounds nice. Everyone else HATES it)

Relations: I think he would be friends with Oliver but like. Who wouldn't? Anyways. He feels a kind of kinship with Randy (crappy jobs, being underpaid and overworked, just general suckyness), (OBVIOUSLY Randy has it so much worse, but yk), but he also kind of can't stand him. Callie constantly tries to convince him that it's all in his head and he needs to be more positive, but he's a dick about it. Like he's trying to be nice but it comes off as forceful and nasty

He's related to Little Billy. (2nd cousins, he has to see him at family events and around town. He pretends not to know him bc Billy is actually the worst) He would bond with Phonegingi over Little Billy hatred and find that he actually likes him if he could get past the whole nipple thing ("Eugh, who the FUCK has that many nipples?")

If he were actually in the game, you'd just see him running around in the background every once in a while

He would main dualies in splatoon btw

If he had a leitmotif, it would sound kind of like (...) Mr. Boy Is On the Roof Again but not exactly

He's actually a MEOWTEROLA and not a MOTOROLA. He got that changed

[mizzyislost]

who else thinks bretta deserves a little treat. i think they should give her a croissant and various other nice little pastries to munch on. whos with me

[kakyogay]

bug hath been gaurenteed >:)

[intertexts]

ROS MY BELOVED FRIEND AND MUTUAL . I USE CSP AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO USE GRADIENT MAPS. WHERE ARE THEY. HOW DO I FIND THEM. I WOULD LOVE 2 LEARN

MAC MY BELOVED!!! GRABBING UR HAND!!! easiest and most delightful lazy digital art tool imo!!! they r SO EASY...

-grab a gradient map set from the csp store. there r a couple stock ones already in the program but adding new ones was honestly the most confusing part.

-open csp & go to layer > new correction layer (all the correction layers r so useful...) > gradient map. it opens a lil menu.

-hit the wrench button by the little dropdown menu + click add gradient set.

-all ur gradients will pop up! + u can scroll through yr sets in the dropdown menu. click on a gradient & then hit the "load to gradient bar" button thats the second from the left of the bunch of little buttons under the set.

-profit!!!!!!!! this illustration isn't great but the gradient map maps the colors 2 the tone values in ur drawing.... if i gotta do smth in color usually i will do it in black and white + gradient map over it OR do it in color & then use a gradient map at 40% overlay or multiply to unify the colors....the world is a beautiful place...

[disc0bandit]

Me: I'm gonna write a little tiny rescue crackfic to lift my spirits

Me 2 days of planning later: It's a comedy of errors with a supernatural mystery subplot and it's gonna be a multi chapter adventure about letting people love you and the merits of recovery

how do people do this I mean I'm excited but I've never done this before it's scary

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

I cannot describe the smug pride and joy I feel whenever I see anyone compliment ppl who draw on their phone w just their finger and no pen or stylus or anything

[lesbianpegbar]

ughhhhhhhhhh that was such a waste of my time and now im just all frustrated and angry. just wanted to draw man

[art]

Creator Spotlight: @themetalhiro

Hi, I’m Metal! I’m a freelance artist from good ol’ New Jersey. My favorite things to work with are a lot of bright colors, exaggerated poses, and candid scenarios. I try to farm sensible chuckles whenever I can, so I’m also big into comics. I love making them about my life, and the media I’m into, and one day I’d like to publish my own series!  Thank you to everyone who has gotten me this far!!

Check out Metal's interview below!

Did you originally have a background in art? If not, how did you start?

I guess so! It’s funny, I don’t remember a single time in my life that I wasn’t drawing as a hobby… somewhere in middle school (a little late, I know.) I put the pieces together that animated movies were made by artists, and that it wasn’t just for fun, they were paid to do it. The moment I discovered people could be paid to make art, I decided I would do that, too. Now I’m here!

How has your style developed over the years?

I think the best way to answer this would be with an example! Over the last few years, I have made more of an effort to draw more intentionally, which sounds silly. Now, I put more thought into my poses and step out of my comfort zone with shape language and composition. I had a phase where I drew everyone with a huge, perfectly circular head and no nose. That definitely did not lend much variety...

Which 3 famous artists (dead or alive) would you invite to your dinner party?

Ack! I’m so terrible at history! I’d love to give a well-thought-out answer about fine artists of old, but I don't think we’d have much in common… Most artists I admire and who have driven me forward creatively are the people behind comics I’ve read. Andrew Hussie, Bryan Lee O’Malley, Eiichiro Oda... these guys have inspired me greatly and had a heavy influence in developing my art style and sense of humor. I’d love to ask them questions about their processes and upcoming projects. I think it would make for an entertaining night!

Over the years as an artist, what were your biggest inspirations behind your creativity?

Outside of pure aesthetics like searing bright colors, layered clothing, and loud noises…. the best and most inspiring moments in my life were those surrounded by friends and loved ones! I cherish the hell out of memories of hanging around in fun locations, trying weird food together, and impromptu midnight walks... so I try my best to capture that atmosphere and my own memories in my work when I can, even if I’m imposing fictional characters on top of them. That’s always the core of it.

What is a medium that you have always been intrigued by but would never use yourself?

I would never permanently refuse a medium, but every time I pick up clay, I’m like a baby using its hands for the first time. Absolutely dreadful. If one day I could make and paint a figurine like the ones I admire in videos, that would be awesome... But for now, I’m not counting on it.

How do you want to evolve as a creator?

I’ve had an absolute blast drawing fanart over the years, and it’s certainly played a massive role in my growth as an artist. But my dream has always been to publish my own stories for y'all to enjoy! I have lots of worlds I want to introduce to you before I’m old and gray. I want to get faster, work harder, and get better at drawing interesting settings so I can get the wheels turning as soon as possible. I also want to stop avoiding the color blue like a coward.

What do you wish you knew when you first started out creating art that you know now?

Pay your taxes quarterly. Tablets will break at the exact moment you need them most, so have a spare. Wear your blue light glasses. You’re going to need to wear a brace on every joint on the right side of your body. It can be lonely sitting at your desk all day. The car on the side of the road that costs $1000 cash….. don’t trust it!!!

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

@cranity—They use absolutely beautiful colors and weighty line work. Everything looks so sharp and clean! I wanna put it all up on my wall!

@vewn—Their ability to crank out quality short films and illustrations packed with detail is incredible. The off-kilter perspective they use really sells disorientation and catches your attention like nothing else.

@nelnal—They have absolutely banger character designs again and again, I can’t believe one person’s mind can come up with so many creative ideas!

@jinx88kc—They have a beautiful and recognizable style, and the way they incorporate animation into their illustrations sometimes is SO cool!

Thanks for stopping by, Metal! For more of Metal’s work, follow their Tumblr, @themetalhiro! If you haven't seen their Meet the Artist piece, be sure to check it out here!

[lovifie]

Hormones

When you suddenly find yourself thirsting over your LT!Simon that on any normal day you have to restrain yourself from throwing a chair at.

Enemies to lovers | Fluff | smut | 895 words Next Part

It's been a couple of months since you started working with the Task Force 141, an awesome force of men that save the world while the world sleeps.

The same way Soap and Gaz are, you are a sergeant. Not yet included in the task force officially, but still being asked to tag along to some missions.

It's been great! The sergeant's quickly become like childhood friends, the captain took you under his wing like one more of the team, Laswell is euphoric there is another woman and the lieutenant… Well, he's there.

It's not that you would expect him to give you special treatment, THE Ghost from Task Force 141. You are not a nosy person, but c’mon, it's Ghost! Who hasn't heard of him?

In the military world, it was the closest to meeting a celebrity. You were not expecting him to fall head over heels for you, but you were still a bit taken back when the first thing he said to you was:

“The fuck you looking at? Want a pat on the back for making it here without shitting yourself in the process? Get the fuck out of my face, go bother somebody else.”

You were not expecting a kiss on the forehead, but shit, a “Good morning” would have been enough.

Still, as time went on, the interactions between the LT and you remained just as bad. At the end, you stopped trying to talk to him, and just asked the sergeants or the Captain.

Except that bothered him too, like a stubborn toddler.

“Now you are too great to speak to your immediate superior? Need to go cry to the Captain like a brat? Make sure not to wet your nappies, soldier.”

And honestly, what's his fucking problem?

As a sergeant, you are proud to admit you have a wide range of skills and abilities, one of them being your patience to not absolutely destroy all the idiots that you have come across in your life. But honestly, you can feel it run thin as time goes by.

Even the captain had to jump to your rescue on more than one occasion, when Simon attack was completely uncalled for or he got a bit too hurtful.

But unlike your lieutenant, you remain professional. Listening to your captain, getting along with your sargeants and completely ignoring your lieutenant.

Until today.

The summer weather, great when sunbathing, not great when the AC is broken and you get stuffed in a room without windows for a debriefing with the team.

It's Ghost's turn to talk, standing to his full heights, when he finally takes off his jacket. And your eyes follow the movement, and then they just… stay there.

The tablet he is using looks like a smartphone on his hand, digits so thick you wonder how he manages to get them on the weapons triggers. The tendons of his hands moved under the skin as he adjusts his hold of the electronic.

And you follow the line, taking in the tattoo sleeve on his left arm, trying to decipher what they are supposed to be, some damaged with scars, others seems so old the ink got blurry, but still you can tell the way his muscles move under them.

Such a big arm, you know he could lift you with ease. Shit, he could lift everyone in the room. His biceps must be the size of your head, and he seems so unbothered by it, like it is not incredible the way he is built.

He switched his weight from one leg to the other, and your eyes traveled to his hips and waist. A waist that looks small, not that it is, there is nothing small about this man, but the sheer size of his shoulders in contrast makes his waist look small. His shoulders and his back, wide enough that it makes you wonder how he can enter through the door at base. He must enter sideways, there is no other way.

His hips called you again, making your eyes travel down your body, until they set between his legs. The bulge in there makes you feel offended, of course the idiot would be packing even when soft. How dare he?

Would he be a grower or a shower? Cause if he is a grower and this is the soft stage, you wonder how he doesn't get tangled.

You wouldn't mind getting tangled, you think, biting your lip.

Wait.

WAIT.

WHY ARE YOU THIRSTING FOR HIM?!

You look at the front, standing straight, and come face to face with Soap; who is perfectly aware of hour hatred towards hour LT is now looking at you like you just grew a second head on your shoulder. For a moment you don't know who looks more confused with your actions.

A silly thought goes through your head, and you pull your phone out, opening your period track app. And as you guessed, you were right. You show your screen to Soap and as he read: “Prediction: Ovulation. High risk of getting pregnant.” He burst out laughing making you chuckle as well as you shake your head.

Maybe, if you wouldn't have been so engrossed in your imagination, you could have noticed the way Ghost was stuttering while speaking, in ecstasy he finally managed to get a reaction out of you.

[revelboo]

On my knees pleading for more Invisible Monsters…. that sad old man needs love and 80 million kisses

He does-he has to deal with Rodimus and Whirl

Nah, you’re good. It’s just a bit of plot convenience nonsense to get them where I need them for that arc- Brainstorm made a highly unstable mini gate that accidentally targeted humans instead of objects and brought them to near a Cybertronian’s spark signal. Figured most of them just black out from the stress because getting ripped through space and time probably doesn’t feel awesome. Probably a big strain on the body and the ones that aren’t coping likely has an underlying problem already.

Invisible Monsters Pt 6

MTMTE Megatron x Reader

• Servos pressing against his helm as he tries to make sense of Rodimus’s rambling report, he vents tiredly. And wonders if maybe Rodimus is the universe’s punishment for everything he’s done. Because, honestly, it seems a bit much even for his sins. Movement from the corner of his optic draws his attention to you as you sit crosslegged on the screen of an old datapad and scribble with your fingers. Drawing again? As much as he likes to respect your space and privacy, he needs a distraction from Rodimus so he leans a bit to see what you’re up to. Realizing you’re writing. Is that- poetry? About him?

• Bent over the tablet, you write a line, erase it, and revise it. Oblivious to everything else as you struggle to get down all the things you can’t actually say. The wonder of hands meant to destroy that can cradle you so gently, be so warm. Of how your heart aches for him sometimes when he gets lost in thought, wanting to ask but feeling like a trespasser. Of how every innocent touch has begun sparking through you, shifting to something new and frightening. And then there’s a shadow falling across you and you freeze, heart racing. Fingers frantically flicking at the screen to get it to blank as your face reddens, because you know he saw some of your embarrassing love letter to him. Can’t make yourself look over your shoulder to see his expression. Can guess it’s pretty much horrified, though. “Need a shower,” you mutter, standing and all but running for the rigged together tiny, enclosed wash rack the scientists had made for you. Needing to hide in there for the rest of your life because he’d seen.

• Spark warming as you run and hide, he wants to reach for you, but understands that you hadn’t meant to share that yet. Maybe never would have. Retrieving his stylus, he bends over and begins to write an answer. Trying to convey that he sees you, that his life is better for it. That he hadn’t expected you or any form of forgiveness for his sins. Your warmth against him keeps the past at bay, keeps the nightmares from seizing him by the throat and he can’t explain how much he loves you for that. For accepting him without reservation. Pausing, he leaves it for you to find later. Because he’s no better at this than you are. Can’t say the actual words out loud.

• Hiding in the heat, you tip your head back into the spray and want to cry. Why had you wrote all that? You know you’d never actually show it to him, but you’d wanted to get it out because it’s driving you crazy. Because you have a crush on a giant, former warlord with gentle hands and sad optics. And now he knows it. It’s not like you aren’t aware of his past, the horrors he’s committed, but he’s trying to be better. Trying to amend and maybe he can’t. But you want to watch him become someone he hates a little less. When you finally suck it up and grab a polishing cloth to dry yourself with, he’s gone. And your chest aches even as it’s a relief you don’t have to face him. Making your way across the desk, you blow out a breath and pause. There’s something new on your datapad. In your language, the characters painstakingly precise as you read what he wrote you.

• Returning to his quarters with an energon cube, he freezes as he spots you and you tip your face up toward him. And you’re crying. Primus, is his poetry that bad? “Little one,” he growls, reaching out his cupped hands and you launch yourself into them, his spark constricting with fear that he might not catch you. Then you’re warm in his palm, head down as you reach up both hands and gesture for him to come closer. “I didn’t meant to upset you.” Leaning his face down, you stand suddenly, a small hand warm on his chin as you go up on your toes and press your soft mouth against his bottom lip. That brief contact a shock that leaves him speechless as you just sit in his hands with your back to him and scrub at your eyes. But you’d answered him and it spreads warm through his spark, a tenuous hope that he can have this. That he’s allowed this happiness.

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[spacedace]

“Hey, I need to get married for bullshit Infinite Realms reasons, you two in?”

“Tt, of course.”

“Sure thing! Do we need to get going for that like, right now? Or later?”

“Eh, like in a couple of hours? The Observants are demanding some Royal Ball or something and they pulled out some stupid old laws out of their collective asses that if I’m not married by the time it starts they can assign me spouses of their choosing, can you fucking believe that shit?”

“Woah, what the hell? Can they even do that?”

“I was under the impression they were only permitted to observe.”

“Right? It’s total crap, but apparently there’s like this super old law on the books and they didn’t bring it up until now when there’s like no time left to try and force me to marry someone they pick.”

“They are training to gain influence over you?”

“Eh, more like they’re trying to get control of my Dad by way of me. But still fucked as hell.”

“So why do you need to marry both of us? Or do you just need to marry one of us and we should play rock paper scissor for it?”

“Technically I only need to marry one of you, but I don’t want them pulling out any loopholes or something. So, it’d be great if one of you could be my consort for my role as Queen of Mirrors, and one could be my consort for my role as Crown Princess. You two can figure who’s who on that all that, I’m good with whatever.”

“Oooh, can I be consort for the Mirror Court? I can annoy Kon more that way.”

“I am amenable to that. Grandfather will have a fit when he learns that I can cut his access to the Pits off at my discretion and there’s nothing he can do about it.”

“Awesome, okay are you two good for meeting up at like, three? We can pop over to my Lair and get everything sorted out there.”

“Works for me, my only class til this afternoon is at one and the professor already said we’re cutting out early because she has to go out of town this weekend.”

“Four would be more agreeable if possible, I have to take Titus to the vet for his checkup.”

“Okay let’s aim for four then. It’s just signing some paperwork, making some quick blood-slash-ectoplasm pacts and swearing a couple binding oaths… Should only take like five or ten minutes?”

“They’re not gonna make you have a huge royal wedding or anything?”

“Nah. Dad keeps things pretty chill so as long as the paperwork is all in order we’ll be good. Though once Auntie Dorathea finds out she’s absolutely gonna make us have one. She loves planning weddings. Swear its what she makes her hoard out of somehow.”

“So long as we have a say in some of the proceedings I have no issue with that eventuality.”

“Same, it sounds like it’d be a fun way to annoy the Observants even more.”

“Don’t for get all the weirdos trying to be my suitors and all that bullshit.”

“We have an accord then. We can reconvene at the usual place.”

“Awesome, you two are the best! I gotta jet and let everyone know and get the ball rolling on the paperwork stuff. See you guys at four!”

With that, Nomad - Stella Phantom, Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms, Queen of Mirrors, Core of the Speedforce and ghostly hero of the Titans and the Justice League - tore a rip in the fabric of space and time and darted out of the room the same way she came. Through the mind-bending tear in reality the eerie, eye-searing green of the Infinite Realms glowed in all its unsettling glory, Phantom Keep a glittering expanse of night sky made solid in the distance.

Jon waved at her cheerfully as Damian gave a nod of farewell before both silently turned their attention back to their respective tablets as the portal closed behind their friend and teammate and the glimpse of the Ghost Zone disappeared again. Completely unbothered by the conversation just held or the life changing implications that came with them.

Jon was humming as he tapped away at something on the screen before him, Damian propping his head up on his fist in vague boredom as he frowned down at the information he was reading.

The rest of the room Nomad had left behind was caught in a frozen, stunned silence in the wake of the baffling conversation they’d all just been witness to. All eyes in the room darted between Flamebird and Pheonix seated calmly at the end of the table, then to the space where Nomad had disappeared to, back to the young men, and then towards the head of the table where Superman and Batman sat looking bewildered and a bit on the verge of heart attacks.

The short status update meeting was about to become much, much longer it seemed.

Though a lot more entertaining.

[duckmessiah]

wait youre doing these in mspiant????!!!! holy cannoli my guy thats awesome. you are awesome

if you have time and or motivation would you consider drawing some pepsicola for my soul? :)

yeah i just like to use mspaint sometimes as a fun challenge + i think it's really suitable for homestuck fanart. i'm drawing on a tablet so it's not that hard

personally i don't ship it but i am really picky about shipping in general and i'm trying to stop being a hater so here's my attempt

[my-writings-and-musings]

The always awesome @stratofall006 and I did an art/fic swap and I asked for Earthspark Bumblebee with a sparkling strapped to his chest. I was not disappointed to say the very least LOOK AT HIM!!!

I was so inspired, in fact, I just had to write a short little something based on the image. Set sometime after Season 1 where Bee and Breakdown have had a bitlet and our beloved Scout is trying to teach his students. I couldn't think of a name for the bitty so just use your imagination.

---

"Kids, my optics are up here."

The five Terrans seated before him in their makeshift outdoor classroom all shrunk upon being called out, but Bumblebee was hardly angry even at the umpteenth interruption. He couldn't blame the kids for struggling to focus, as the tiny bundle strapped to his chest was taking up a sizable chunk of his own attention as well, and they were all struggling to return to the old routine now that he was no longer carrying. Most of his negative emotions were bound up in how delayed Optimus had been in informing him that Breakdown would be needed for a field mission today, leaving him to multitask between teaching and parenting with almost no forewarning...

"Sorry, Bee." Twitch apologized sincerely, big orange optics bringing a soft smile to his face as she tried not to look at the sparkling.

"We really are trying!" Thrash added just as emphatically, making his teacher chuckle in appreciation. If nothing else, their commitment meant a lot to him. The bitlet on his chassis stirred at his laughter, compelling him to look down as her tiny servos flexed for the sky and her stubby pedes kicked in amusement.

"She's just sooo cute!" Hashtag spoke up, saying what they were all thinking. Bumblebee couldn't deny he and Breakdown had produced one of the cutest bitlets he'd ever seen, and that in her harness said cuteness was on full display, rounded frame bouncing in the straps as her optics continued to look around her audience. He was about to try and redirect his class when Hashtag squealed once more at the adorable antics. "Look, she's sticking her tongue out!"

Blowing a messy raspberry for no particular reason, the bitlet quieted when he directed her stubby servo to her mouth, compelling the little one to nom on it. Trying to get the class back on track, the Scout turned teacher turned parent remembered where he'd been interrupted and got back to teaching.

"I know she's cute, but we've got a lot to get through today. Back on topic; the key to remaining undiscovered is to focus-"

"How precious, she's waving at me!" Nightshade interrupted as they clasped their servos together, once more bringing attention to the sparkling. Bumblebee couldn't deny the way they flapped their arms was beyond amusing, and he began to wonder just how on Earth he was supposed to get through his lesson as Nightshade returned the gesture with a polite wave of their claws. "Hello there, little one!"

"Kids-"

"She's waving at me now!" Jawbreaker gushed as the bitlet swapped arms to wave in his direction, compelling Bumblebee to sigh as he completely lost control once more. Not having the energy to keep this up much longer, he considered telling Optimus that unless he wanted the Terrans to fall even more behind on their training, the big bot would start planning to schedule a babysitter when he pulled bots for mission duty. He already knew Breakdown would be handling most of the sparkling related chores tonight...

A tiny sneeze against his chassis brought him out of his dissatisfied quiet, instincts compelling him to check over the sparkling even though he found she had merely had a tickle in her nose. To his students, however, each new action was the most adorable thing they'd ever seen. Their glowing optics told him that a sneeze was no exception.

"Oh my gosh, I got that on film! Let me share it to the group chat!" Hashtag proclaimed as she rapidly tapped away on her tablet, sharing the video with everyone in their circle as the group once more descended into chaos. Sighing as he briefly dipped into the background, the Scout offered a digit to his sparkling and allowed her to chew on it as his students all vied for her attention. Not having the energy to handle much more, he decided to cut his losses and accept that the lesson was done for the day.

"Alright, everyone, let's just... enjoy a day off for now. We'll take it from the top tomorrow." he announced over the din of five excited Terrans, who were now focused on going through the digital album of pictures and videos they'd put together of his sparklings short but precious existence. Not too put off by the chance for a well earned rest, he sat down on a broad stone and allowed the bitlet to continue nomming on his digit, glad that at least one bot was focused on him.

[pedropascalito]

The Last of Us Joel Miller Character Study S1E1: Living Room

Joel's sofa is so classic and cozy; cognac overstuffed leather is a solid choice, and combined with the transparent glass coffee table, very shabby chic meets West Elm. Not bad for a contractor.

I love that pillow is smashed flat. This is a family home, well lived in.

I deeply love Sarah is reading a magazine instead of playing on her phone/tablet. Very accurate fo that time. Magazines were my jam in 2003 as well. There are stacks of them around the room, and I really wish we could see some titles! I'm guessing: a teen fashion/culture mag for Sarah, a sports magazine for Joel, maybe some free contractor industry publications. Definitely Texas Monthly. Is Joel a Playboy man? Hmmm...

Dinner plate: she is used to preparing her own food and eating on her own, it seems.

More bay windows. What a cute home.

Either this scene was filmed in both daytime and nighttime, or that is one bright-ass porch light.

Joel has gone to the Javier Peña school of lamps and afghans because there are a lot of lamps in this room! And most of them are ugly.

Knock-off Eames chair? Or the real thing? (I'm guessing knock-off.) @veryprairieberry identified it as an IKEA Poang with matching ottoman. Knock-off indeed.

I wish this photo were more clear; I'm guessing it's Sarah, and I even thought it was Nico Parker on the lake in the raft, but the photo doesn't have the life jacket. EDIT: It’s Tommy, thank you @bluestar22x

More magazines

A TV tray for eating in this room; I wonder if Sarah or Joel uses that more?

I love a good sofa console table, and I also put them against the wall. My 2003 apartment would feel very at home in Joel's space.

The Lone Star key holder on the wall; so Texas, so accurate.

Laundry basket of clothes waiting to be folded, and we know that never happened. :(

I love this shot because it shows a few awesome things:

Guitar!

That sweet ass speaker and sound system set up. I want.

Having a flat screen tv in 2003 was still a status symbol. Joel invested in this.

Another soccer ball, so homey to have sports equipment scattered around.

It looks like that's a Longhorns logo blanket, but the color is wrong, so I don't know what it is for sure.

More plants Sarah is single-handedly keeping alive.

The block color rug is aggressively 00's Target. I love it.

I can't tell what that pronged object is on the stereo; anyone know? Edit: an antennae, thank you @veryprairieberry

That painting on the wall is rather dull compared to the artwork in Joel’s bedroom. I wonder if they know the artist personally?

How sweet is Joel coming home after a long day? We want this view.

Joel and Sarah are so sweet together and I am devastated all over again with this episode and Sarah's death. Just tragic.

Also: I'm sorry y'all, I have to point out the anal beads lamp. Not even Javier Peña would have this. Joel has definitely stepped it up.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Tablet Time

This story is inspired by and starring @pinkducttape and their partner Midnight! Go check out their awesome blog!

Sunset, the 24-year-old college drop out, lazily twisted the cord to their pastel pink kitten headphones as they stared down blankly at the Kid Edition Fire Tablet in their hand. They sucked their pacifier as the bright colors of Cocomelon danced in front of their eyes. The cartoon characters sang the same nursery rhymes they had heard hundreds, if not thousands of times.

Sunset hated Cocomelon. They hated their tablet. They hated their headphones. They hated their pacifier. And, they definitely hated the damp pull-up strapped to their bottom. But they didn't dare turn off their tablet, spit out their pacifier, or even look away from the screen. They couldn't risk it. This is how Midnight, their Daddy, wanted them: As their dumb, useless, tablet-addicted, little toddler. A kid so dumb, so distracted by their childish television shows that they couldn't even be bothered to care about being properly potty trained.

"Excuse me? Excuse me? Can I take your order? What would you like to eat?" The waitress said as she tried to get their attention, but Sunset couldn't look away from their screen. As much as the flashing colors and inane music bothered them, they knew that if they looked away for a moment, the eye tracking software their Daddy had downloaded onto their tablet would recognize it, and they would be at risk of not meeting their minimum 14 hours of screentime for the day.

Sunset just couldn't risk their Daddy's punishment for not meeting their screentime requirements. Last time they hadn't met Daddy's expectations, Daddy decided that Sunset must be too little for even toddler entertainment, and forced them to spend 2 days as an infant, complete with diapers, onesies, bottles, pacifier gags, and no entertainment--toys, music, or books--that was meant for anyone older than 6 months in age. While their time as a tablet-addicted toddler was horrible, being treated as an infant who wasn't even trusted to support the weight of their own head with their neck, was far, far worse.

Daddy's voice interrupted Sunset's train of thought. "Sunsie! Turn off that tablet and answer the nice waitress. What do you want for dinner? Chicken nuggies and milk? Or how about a kid's cheeseburger and a glass of juice?"

Sunset groaned internally. Were they really going to make them put on his favorite performance? Here, in a public restaurant? In front of all these people?

Sunset never looked up from their screen as they chirped out their defiance from behind their pacifier. "No, Daddy! I'm watching my tabby!"

Sunset never looked up, but they knew from experience that Daddy had a self-satisfied grin plastered on their face.

"What was that, puppy? Are you telling Daddy no?" Daddy asked with a playfully menacing tone.

"Yeth, Daddy! I'm watching my tabby! Weave me awone!" Sunset lisped out in defiance, pulling their tablet out of Midnight's reach.

Per Daddy's rules, the only reprieve Sunset got from their daily screentime quota was when Daddy took their tablet away from them. They got double credit for each minute Daddy refused to let them watch their babyish shows. However, that exception only applied when they threw a temper tantrum before Midnight took the tablet away.

"Sunsie, you aren't defying Daddy, are you? Give me that tablet right now!" They bellowed as they reached over and grabbed it in one hand.

"No! Daddy! It's my tabby! No takies! No takies!" Sunset screamed, tears flowing down their cheeks as their Daddy unceremoniously plucked the child's tablet out of their hands and pulled their headphones off of their head.

"No! Daddy! I want my tabby! I want my tabby!" Sunset spit their pacifier out and slammed their fists on the table has they let their fake rage overwhelm them and devolved into a full-blown tantruming toddler

Now able to see Midnight's face with their tablet removed, Sunset could see their Daddy's self-satisfied grin as Sunset made a fool of themselves in front of the entire restaurant. Other patrons were staring at the adult, dressed like a toddler, throwing a fit over their tablet being taken away. The waitress looked both amused and befuddled by the whole situation. Sunset would have blushed, but their face was already red from their fake tantrum.

"Baby, do not make me take you over my lap in front of all of these people!" Midnight said, warningly.

Being in public, Sunset recognized the true meaning in their Daddy's words. They had made a big enough scene. They could stop their tantrum now.

"Okay, Daddy," Sunset huffed like a defeated toddler as they leaned back in their seat and pouted indignantly.

"Now, tell the nice waitress what you want, Sunsie," Daddy instructed Sunset. Now was the time that Sunset could really blush. After throwing such a childish tantrum in front of the woman, they were now forced to make a decision on which item off the kids menu they wanted to eat.

Without making eye contact, Sunset gave the waitress her order. "Um... Chicken nuggies and milk, please." Heat radiated up Sunset's cheeks as she spoke those words.

"Good job, baby," Midnight said as they handed the waitress their menus, "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Sunset risked a glance at the waitress only to catch her smirking at the whole situation.

"I'll be right back with those drinks," the waitress said before winking at Sunset, "so, don't you go anywhere sweetie."

Sunset felt like they could die from embarrassment. They felt a little pee trickle into their already damp pull-up as they tried to melt into the seat of the booth they were sitting in. It only took moments for their Daddy to reproduce Sunset's tablet and headphones.

"Does my puppy want their tabbie back?"

Sunset immediately reached out with grabby hands. As much as they hated the tablet, they wanted nothing more than to plop their headphones back on, turn on some ridiculous show for infants, and pretend they were anywhere but in the busy restaurant they had just humiliated themselves in.

Sunset ignored Midnight's knowing grin as they ripped their tablet out of their Daddy's hands, threw on their kitty-themed headphones, and let themselves become absorbed in an episode of Miss Rachel that their Daddy had downloaded for them earlier in the day.

Sunset barely noticed the waive of calm that washed over them as they let themselves become one with their tablet again. They also barely noticed when the waitress brought their milk in a sippy cup. Or when Midnight warned them to be careful not to get ketchup on their tablet. Or even when they leaned forward in their booth and pushed out a giant mess into their pull-up.

As Sunset laid on the changing table in the family restroom of the restaurant, distracted from the shame and humiliation of being changed by Midnight by the soft voice of Miss Rachel singing directly to her, they thought to themselves that, despite it all, maybe a little bit of tablet time wasn't such a bad thing.

[dovesdreaming]

Chasing the calm

Summary: Boone and reader are complete opposites yet they compliment each other in every way

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Masterlist

Warnings: none

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Boone was a force of nature. Not in the way that a tornado was but in the way he approached life. Every day was an adventure, every moment an opportunity for excitement, and every challenge a chance to prove that nothing could bring him down. His energy was infectious, his grin a permanent fixture on his face, and his voice carried through the storm chasing headquarters with a vibrancy that rivaled the wind itself. And then there was you. You were the calm in the eye of the storm. While Boone thrived on adrenaline, you found solace in the numbers, the data, the intricate patterns that made sense of the chaos. You could sit for hours, pouring over weather models, programming algorithms that predicted the unpredictable, all without a word. You needed the quiet, the solitude, the focus. Boone was a wildfire; you were the gentle, steady rain. It was a wonder to anyone who knew you both how the two of you had ended up together.

“Hey, babe! You gotta see this!” Boone’s voice boomed across the room as he burst through the door, clutching a tablet with the latest storm report. You didn’t look up. “Boone, I’m working” you replied, your tone measured, not unkind but firm. Your eyes remained fixed on your screen, numbers and graphs reflecting in your glasses. Boone bounded over anyway, dropping into the chair beside you with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever. He leaned in close, too close, his breath warm against your ear. “C’mon, just take a look! This supercell’s got the potential to be the biggest one of the season! We gotta get out there and see it in action!”. You sighed, finally turning to meet his sparkling eyes. “And by ‘we,’ you mean you want to drag me out of my perfectly quiet, controlled environment to chase another storm with you?”. He grinned, completely unbothered by your lack of enthusiasm. “Exactly! It’s gonna be awesome!”.

You stared at him for a moment, then shook your head with a small, affectionate smile. Boone was relentless, but it was part of what you loved about him. His energy, his passion. It was everything you weren’t, but maybe that was why it worked. He was the spark that kept you from getting too lost in your world of data. And you, in turn, were the anchor that kept him grounded when his excitement threatened to send him spiraling. “I’ll think about it” you said, knowing full well that Boone would be back to ask again in five minutes if you didn’t give him a definitive answer. He beamed, leaning in to press a quick, soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re the best, you know that?”. You hummed in response, trying to suppress the warmth that bloomed in your chest at his touch. “Just let me finish this analysis first, okay? We’ll talk after”. Boone hopped up from his seat, still buzzing with energy. “Deal! But don’t take too long, we’ve got storms to catch!”. As he bounced out of the room, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly to yourself. Boone was a lot, and sometimes it was exhausting just trying to keep up with him. But as you turned back to your work, you realized that your heart felt lighter, your thoughts a little less heavy. His excitement was contagious, even when you tried to resist it.

The hours passed, and before you knew it, Boone was back. He was quieter this time, almost tentative as he approached. “Hey” he said, softer now. “You ready?”. You looked up at him, at the boyish excitement still lingering in his eyes, and felt the corners of your mouth lift into a smile. “Yeah, I’m ready”. The two of you headed out to the van, Boone practically bouncing as he drove, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel in time with the music blasting from the speakers. You let your head rest against the window, the rhythmic thrum of the engine a comfort as you watched the landscape blur by. It wasn’t long before the sky darkened, the telltale signs of a storm brewing on the horizon. Boone’s energy shifted, his excitement now laced with focus as he started navigating the roads with practiced precision.

“See that?” Boone pointed out the windshield, his voice hushed with awe. “That’s gonna be one hell of a storm”. You nodded, your analytical mind already processing the data. But even as you did, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Boone. The way his eyes lit up, the sheer joy he got from the chase, it was a sight to behold. “You really love this, don’t you?” you murmured, more to yourself than to him. Boone caught your words and smiled, reaching out to take your hand. “Yeah, I do. But you know what I love more?”. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for the inevitable cheesy line. “You” he said simply, squeezing your hand. “I love that you’re here with me, even though I know you’d rather be back in the lab. I love that you’re willing to put up with all this crazy because you know how much it means to me”.

Your heart skipped a beat, the sincerity in his voice catching you off guard. You squeezed his hand back, feeling that familiar warmth spread through you. “You’re worth it” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Boone’s grin was as bright as the lightning flashing in the distance. “You know, I think we balance each other out pretty well”. You nodded, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder as he drove. “Yeah, I think so too”.

As the storm raged outside, you found a strange sort of peace in the chaos. Boone was your storm, wild and unpredictable, and you were his calm, steady and unwavering. Together, you made sense of the madness. And in that moment, as the thunder roared and the rain poured down, you knew there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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