#this is a bittersweet storytime but

[yorufi]

May I request a Tooth Fairy grilling. the mental image of it is just funny. autism be damned this dentist can work a grill

this is my fav request so far (i put all my knowledge about american culture here /hj)

i want another event with greenlake cast where they go on a road-trip through the states (with TooF and Z as drivers) and have the most 🦅🦅🦅 american 🇺🇸🇺🇸 experience 🤠🤠🤠 ever. some shenanigans later and they have a grill cookout, because TooF was bragging about her new grill that she got on a yard sale and was waiting for a moment when she could finally grill. she comes out with a grill in this glory of an outfit (i thought about putting her in a moo moo, but this screams more homosexual)

i would love to put the rest of greenlake cast in a spectrum of queer fashion, but for now only Madam Z, Sonetto and Vertin

update: i found a better shirt for TooF grill outfit… regretting not checking twitter before that

[strawberryshortcake1495]

Back in 3rd grade, my class and I went on a field trip to this forest where we studied about bugs and lizards. We were paired up into groups and I got grouped up with this girl in my class. We’ll call her Anne. My relationship with Anne…was complicated, to say the least. She never really talked to me, sometimes called me a weirdo, and would give me stink eyes when we were at lunch. So being together with her lowkey scared me, but I still tried to be friendly because that’s what a good person does. To my surprise, Anne was actually…really nice. When she was reading the little pamphlet on an exhibit, I saw the little gleam in her eyes. The same gleam I’d see in everyone else. I was so taken aback, but I was also super relieved. I couldn’t believe I had assumed her to be this cold and distant girl when she was actually just this shy kid. When our trip was over, and we were heading towards the bus, I noticed a stick on the ground. It was a long and beautiful stick, and me being me, I grabbed it and brought it back to the school with us. It was a reminder of that wonderful trip, those good times with people who made me feel alive. When we got back to the school, we were walking over to the cafeteria when my teacher noticed the stick. She made me throw it away. The beautiful majestic stick, tossed into the garbage bin. Never to be seen again.

But don’t worry, this story kinda has a happy ending. Since that day, Anne started being openly more social with me and hung out with me alongside my friends. She went from this aloof and quiet girl to a snarky but well-meaning kid. Thinking about 3rd grade is actually making me emotional. I moved schools during my childhood, and we’ll call the one I spent this year of my life in “V” (for privacy reasons). My parents complain that V was the worst school they’ve sent me to but V was the only school that made me feel like I belonged. The playground was cozy, all the kids knew and liked me, and it was just…this…place of happiness. When the school year ended, I was given the choice to keep attending V or return to my old school. My stupid nostalgia-riddled brain chose my old school. I thought I could make amends with my old teachers and be a good kid again, but it just led me down a path I’ll never fix.

I should’ve stayed at V, where I felt happy and loved and cared for. Imagine in another life, 3 more years of paradise at that place. But I’m a teenager now, and I know I can never go back.

[hadesoftheladies]

hate going for christian weddings sometimes because i always see the prettiest women with the ugliest men, the sermon is always some shit about wives being slaves (but not like bad slavery, mutual slavery except the husband is a benevolent master which makes it okay) and making babies for their husband, the music is always lame, the mc is always weird and obnoxious, and older women keep fucking asking me when it's gonna be my turn and never take no for an answer.

[lowerthanapplebottomj]

“And It’s Just As Good As I Knew It Would Be”

And so I started falling,

Endlessly.

From the clouds-I went.

Falling, laughing, crying, and fighting like hell.

I hit the ground hard and fast and when I finally opened my eyes— I was so confused

My skin was warm and the sun was bright. I looked up and I saw you holding out your hand. Intoxicated with the smell of sweet wine and your laughter. I started running with you —the most irresistible force of fire and life I have ever known.

I didn’t want to understand how this happened. I thought I was dying? I accepted my fate and somehow gravitated to your soul. Like that’s exactly what the universe had planned, pushing me off of the clouds- this is why I had fallen.

Deeply, Madly, Endlessly.

I never knew anything as sweet as you.

With blood on my lip and bruises on my body. You healed a part of me I didn’t know was so broken.

Although, my wounds were deeper than I actually knew. You couldn’t get to them. Embedded into my bones I felt something snap, I looked down and I was bleeding. My heart fell out of my chest.

We just stared…

Tears flowed down your cheek.

Gently, you picked it up and placed it back into my hands. Giving me a cute little cartoon bandaid, and we continued running.

but,

We ran out of bandaids— that was a shit fucking day. You didn’t know what to do. It was storming. Rain was pouring. I couldn’t see, I wiped the water from my eyes and I saw something dark emanating in the distance- monstrous shadows slowly creeping out of the night sky.

They were familiar and I was terrified.

I knew they were coming for me.

You held me tight and I should of held you tighter. I should have kissed you harder. I screamed as they dug their claws into my feet ripping me away from you.

They took me. Pulled me under. You tried grabbing my hands. You did everything you could, Everything. You fought. Cuts and bloody knuckles.

Your heart got broken.

I knew this part was my fault.

You see, I knew them from long ago, and they only got more sinister since I was a kid. I was just so fucking tired. I should have protected you. I should have gave you a clear warning. Although I tried, and you thought I was just trying to scare you like in the movies we’d watch, but unlike the bad acting in chainsaw massacre, this was real and you didn’t understand. How could you?

They were vicious. Told me that you hated me. Told me I was worthless. Fed me poison and told me that love never existed. I scoffed and screamed out your name- giving them the middle finger. It exists. I said.

It got quiet

dead silence filled the air…

Slowly stepping forward, claws dragging on the cold hard ground. They each held up a jagged mirror to my starved and broken body.

Dissociation glazed over my face.

Gripping a fist full of my hair, forcing my tear stained eyes to the image in front of me.

“How could anybody love you?”

A trail of mocking laughter echoed off the walls and I fell to my knees.

You were trying to get back to me. I heard you calling and I so badly wanted you to hear me. To bring me back to the surface.

But It was too late…

I couldn’t escape. I didn’t have a shovel and six feet under wasn’t going to cut it. I had to salvage what was left of my soul.

This time- I wanted to. Honestly, it brought me no greater joy. Live or eat shit for the rest of your life knowing they will never let you have peace.

It felt like an eternity.

I nearly broke every bone in my body.

Tortured and forgotten until I felt nothing.

For months, I felt-

Nothing.

Rip me into pieces, tear me limb from limb, but being slowly poisoned by nothingness…. Is not of this earth.

Having to constantly remind myself that I was even still alive.

Day after day, I was exhausted. Sinking quietly into the abyss. Collecting shards of broken glass left over from previous years. Careful not to sound off the rust covered chains they kept me in. In the pitch black darkness, raw and bloody, my fingertips gently tracing the perfect outline.

I was patient.

I waited until they fell dormant. They do this for periods at a time. You see, They’re sensitive to sounds and I was done living in silence.

The darkness almost swallowed me whole when I finally heard a click. My eyes shot open.

Quick to my feet, I lured them in with a bang- Throwing my restraints on the floor. They came lunging towards me and I bolted to the bag of jagged mirrors.

Every single loved ones face, Every single regret and moment of betrayal flooded my body.

Nothing but adrenaline in my veins and the memories of grievous heartbreak pounding inside of my head. I wasn’t afraid anymore- I had nothing more to lose than my life. So, fuck it.

Cutting them off with determination. They clawed after the bag. My fists were raw as I gripped it tight.

Striking the floor. Mirrors shattered in every direction.

Their reflections scattered, but it wasn’t enough.

Dark screeching laughter pulsated through me like nails on a chalkboard.

Palpitating my heart with terror.

Quickly, I slid. Scraping my knee to the only un-shattered piece still left on blood stained ground. I held it up strong while it cut deeply into my palm.

Staring in silence and disbelief.

Unfazed by the glass setting fire into my skin.

Boldness and hell ran through my veins.

“it was you who never existed.”

Impulsive rage filled their hollow eyes as they tried for my throat one last time.

I smiled in satisfaction as I waited.

Face to face with their own demise of a faceless existence- They fulminated into ashes.

Falling pure as snow.

twisted echoes fell silent

The smoke cleared and my lungs inhaled deeply.

I could breathe.

Silent tears dripped off the tip of my nose as I looked down on what remained. Standing over the ashes with years of left over rage.

Cursing deeply under my breath.

Spitting onto the ash with spite.

I could have swept what was left under the rug, but I spent too many years doing that.

This was a reminder.

I dusted myself off, and started climbing.

Dirt, sweat and dried up tears covered my entire face.

With my fingertips barely scratching the surface.

I sensed it all at once— Light, Radiance, and Euphoria fell like glitter all around my being.

Finally,

I was free.

I was finally fucking free.

I felt proud. I was grateful. I was healing.

Walking into this new found life, the sun was shining and the trees were swaying in the breeze. I was dancing when it started raining. I smiled, spinning myself around dizzy, joyful-

and there you were.

You looked different.

You looked like you had been searching for me all your life.

It was always you.

Dancing, laughing, as vibrant as the blood moon.

Holding out your hand, impatiently smiling.

“What are you waiting for my love?”

[moonlightduelist]

i’m the last person in the world to watch it but i finished the queen charlotte bridgerton show and really if they have the capacity to produce that level of writing why is the actual bridgerton show like that?

[exactlydifferentcherryblossom]

Bittersweet

I asked someone out on a date even though I knew they were moving to another state soon. They agreed to go out on the date with me. We went to the movies and had a great time. We have also hung out since then, and I have gone on a rollercoaster of emotions.

Once feelings were reciprocated I started to feel emotionally distant. I knew she was leaving soon, I have severe anxiety, and imposter syndrome on top of that. Not the most satisfying emotional sandwich to eat, but I needed to eat it.

I knew my anxiety was making me feel distant. (I need to leave before they find out what a natural disaster I am. *I know it isn't true, but it's difficult not for me to be scared of something like that happening.) I feel guilty for feeling slightly relieved that it may not progress into something more serious because of this. (Something for me to mention to my therapist next week.)

I am also asexual and am comfortable in my asexuality. However, this is my first experience dating since coming out as ace. I feel the overwhelming tsunami that makes me think that I won't be able to fulfill their needs and in turn be cast aside. She's have been so sweet, supportive, and accepting of my asexuality and it makes me feel so safe.

I am starting to feel like the numbing fog is clearing and feelings are bubbling up. There are still so many unknowns, but I am so happy that I asked her out and that I've gotten to spend time with her. I am also going to miss her.

Falling for someone who is moving away soon is so bittersweet.

[liulith]

Another rec list but this time it's only Radiostatic animatics

(romantic, platonic and one-sided)

Aishite Aishite Aishite 🎵 by I.V.Y

Alastor discovers feelings by @nomifae

Alastor finally gets defeated by @nyipi

Alastor really REALLY hates Vox by Darkcatziward | reverse by @pinksartdump

Alastor rejects Vox by aud

Alastor vs compliments by @kiribiribi

All you wanna do 🎵 by josephbaby20

bad word 🎵 大倭瓜只会来南极养生

Be nice to me 🎵 by Ashed Wings

Bigger than love 🎵 by LEMONCATYU

Bittersweet 🎵 by gatormurky

Bokusatsu tenshi Dokuro-chan opening 🎵 by @kiribiribi

(BUT) 🎵 by LEMONCATYU

Butcher Vanity 🎵 by 散文幻

Come and dance with me 🎵by spoonyspine

Cure 🎵 by @pinksartdump

Erase me 🎵 by everlasting hiraeth

Fang Zhen (anyway) by 阿波罗落萝洛啰 | voxal的反正 (Anyway) 🎵 by ���田怪犬

Fear by heyguysitsmekitty

Forget him 🎵 by Chen

Greatest Enemy by Alektoonie

He wants Alastor's attention by @lucdoodle

Hito Mania 人狂热症/人マニア 🎵 by Letranger

Horny angry tango 🎵 by Ratacuache | by zx窒息zx

House of memories 🎵 by Azumi Taragashi

I bet you can't by miruki_tii

I Can't Decide 🎵 by Yi Meng (YT link)

I can't stand you by @kiribiribi

Idol 🎵 by LEMONCATYU

If you win this one I'll give you a kiss by palabokay

I'M HIGH 🎵 by defunoki

is it gay to drunk dial your rival to say you love them? 🎵 by gatormurky

isn't that reason enough? by @yksuna

I won't say I'm in love 🎵 by @pinksartdump

JENNY 🎵 by @angyluffy

Jordan River 🎵 by @flavarrshop

Kamippoi na (God-ish) 🎵 by sm43633294

LOVE LIKE YOU 🎵 by Mikiishui

Mama's Gun 🎵 by 乳制品狂热

Masochism Tango 🎵 by halchui | Masochism Tango by una chamba es vital

"Maybe in another universe" by @flavarrshop part 2

Meant to be yours 🎵 by Phillberry | Meant to be yours by M Shiro | by pinksartdump

Megamind by Sashka

Miseen 🎵 by 炽能果甘 | Miseen by len

Miss you by @kiribiribi

Murder on the dancefloor 🎵 by Morgggart

mutually sadomaso my palabokay

Never getting rid of me 🎵 by palabokay

No I'm hitting on you by palabokay

Obsessed with you by @lucdoodle

Other side 🎵 by cryptidslight | by spaeceymuse | by Crashite

Possibly in Michigan 🎵 by Ram

Punishment Game / Kuru Ringo-sama 🎵 by Yoshida

Rabbit 🎵 by 乌木芥芥次次饭

Red flags (human centipede) 🎵 by @sicgtiti

season 2 leak by @trippyciphs

she wants revenge by @thatoneweasel

SHINY 🎵 by spoonyspine

Shunran 的春岚 🎵 by 兼

Somethin' stupid 🎵 by Mikiishui | Somethin' stupid by Archivisté

STAYED GONE 🎵 by aud

Sweet Talk 🎵 by @mvabank

Target by @colonelcheru

Ten things I hate about you by palabokay

The day after by mallowtownmouse

The Pitiful Children 🎵 by Ratacuache

This guy is in love with you 🎵 by @thatoneweasel

Thrill of First Love 🎵 by Neal

Tongues and Teeth 🎵 by spoonyspine | by Ebonisa

Touch by Mvabank

TWIST THE KNIFE by sheaburger555

Two birds on a wire 🎵 by I.V.Y

USING YOU 🎵 by zar

Vox after he learned Alastor was back by I.V.Y

Vox and Alastor storytime by Maria Quevedo

Vox pranks Alastor by Crashite

"Vox we need to have a talk" by @flavarrshop

Wet 🎵 by Hemiko

"What am I really to you?" by @flavarrshop

What if they became friends? by @cynthesia07

...Which is never enough by Luary

You could call it a rivalry by Lou's dubs, @artofrhues

Your obedient servant 🎵 by momeshi

Your smile is different now 🎵 by palabokay

Zettai Tekitai Mecha Kirai yaa (Absolute Hostility, I Hate You So Much) 🎵 by 禀偶秉也可以是饼干狗 | by Iris | MMD by Futaba Ryo

[loganslowdown4]

The newest reasons to smile video made my heart so happy! He mentions my boy Terry Fox right out of the gate. He’s literally one of our great national heroes 🇨🇦, and they’re hoping that him being on the $5 bill will encourage everyone to donate at least $5 to the Terry Fox Run cancer charity in the coming years!

Additionally, STORYTIME from me! So the last Reasons To Smile video was back in 2020 and in that one, Thomas asked people to send in submissions of articles and jokes which was fun. Me being newish to the fandom back then, I didn’t submit anything, but I found this great article little while later that I held onto it my notes app in case he were to do another video like that. And I eventually asked Thomas about it because I had a good article to share! Well his response was the submission video wasn’t the norm, and I promptly moved past it and forgot about it.

Well after today’s video I went back in my notes app and found the article I had saved from 3 years ago! Thought I’d at least share it here.

It’s about how after Alex Trebek passed on, he donated all his suits to a charity that helps homeless folks get ready for job interviews! It’s bittersweet but it shows what a stand up guy Alex was. Hope you all have a nice night!

[tennessoui]

Ok kit I have a bone to pick with you because you write all these amazing angst stories that go on forever but then there’s only like 3 glimpses of fluff ????? Like ???? Please don’t rip my heart out and just leave it there ???? After putting us through thousands of words of pure dread and stress I feel like we deserve a lil treat at the end like give us more kisses and cuddles and pure happiness

(I’m kidding btw I love everything you give us lol I feel like I need to be in the right headspace sometimes gotta prepare my heart for what’s about to happen. Like pretty pls give us like a very short summary of what happens after that kiss in the drunk party au like surely they get together and get married and whatnot?? Also why did anakin only just divorce padme after 9 years like that’s a pre long time to stay in a marriage he’s not 100% into imo but also what do I do know about love lol)

so storytime right when i was in the sixth grade, smack dab in the middle of impressionable middle schooler at 11 years old, i read ahead in my english textbook (nerd) to a poem we never actually got to in class and it was about these two people who used to be together but who broke up meeting at a party and it's both amicable and bittersweet and they're both on this balcony with the party noises in the background and a storm is approaching and the narrator thinks that everything is frozen in that moment except for them because it's like the person she had loved then was changing and growing before her eyes until they turned into a stranger and then they both go back inside because the storm is almost here and you actually can't stop time and they're not lovers anymore they're just strangers but they had one last moment of being together filled with awkward conversations and nostalgic feelings and then they too understand they can't stop time because you really can't stop time did i mention that and the storm was always going to hit and it's like their final goodbye to both each other and who they used to be

and ive never been able to find that poem cause i don't remember the title or the poet or the 6th grade english textbook it was in but when i say that it had a deep effect on me.....lmao. everything i've ever written contains at least one or two elements of that poem i just wanna make someone else feel the way i did when i was twelve and read it for the first time

[prodigal-explorer]

my tss storytime big bang 2023 story!

hello! this is my first time doing a big bang event, and i'm so happy that it was the amazing @tss-storytime event! my story is called "where the sky meets the sea", and it is a summer-after-highschool au with fluff and angst sprinkled into a beautiful platonic connection between five friends as they try to enjoy the last months they have together before they are separated by ambition and adulthood.

i was paired with the amazing artist @thefloofinator! i am so excited because i am a massive fan of her work. stay tuned because i am going to be linking her post here once it's out and probably reblogging with all of my gushing. if you're reading this, sophie, i apologize in advance!

ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/49284997/chapters/124363747

content warnings are specified before each chapter! i hope you enjoy the story, it was such a joy to create. especially because i am in a similar situation. i graduated high school in may of this year, and i'm moving into my freshman college dorm in a week. i'm really feeling that same bittersweetness and desperation to stay in the moment that is expressed throughout this story. i hope somewhere out there, some of you can relate to this and feel comfort in being understood.

[grecloud]

It's been a while since I've opened this app. I tend to drift back whenever I want to step away from the light. A place where no one knows me and I can just write or post without the eyes of others. I'm comfortable here. Possibly write more random stuff on here.

Night time Storytime:

For the past few weeks I've been hearing a soft ticking sound. A familiar sound and for the 1st night I questioned what the hell was that. Finally, I figured it out, it was a watch that was buried beneath the mess of my side table. But it wasn't my watch it was hers and ever since I found the watch the ticking sound grew louder haunting my lonely nights. For days I wondered what I'll do with it, toss it, keep it or return it to her. Today was silent. The ticking sound was gone, the watch hidden in an open box. It's a bittersweet moment, the feeling of peace, of letting go (little by little)

[whimsicaldragonette]

ARC Review: Maple and Rosemary by Alison James

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Publication Date: February 28, 2023

Synopsis:

A touching story about a sugar maple tree who finds a lifelong friend when a young girl comes to seek comfort in its branches. For the longest time, Maple was on her own, ignored by the cedars and the pines. All she wanted was a friend she could talk to. Then one day, Rosemary climbs into her branches, sad and searching for a friend of her own. Together they form a bond as real as roots. Through the seasons and across a lifetime, Maple and Rosemary tells a story of true friendship, one in which the experiences we share become a part of who we are. Alison James's spare, eloquent text is accompanied by luminous illustrations that capture the shifting seasons in all their glory, by Jennifer K. Mann, creator of the much-acclaimed picture book, The Camping Trip.

My Rating: ★★★★★

*My Review below the cut.

My Review:

Kiddo (9) and I loved this sweet story of the friendship between a girl and a tree. It reminds me of the Giving Tree only better - instead of a relationship where the boy takes and takes, Rosemary and Maple's friendship has both of them giving, both of them receiving the love they need to grow strong and to move past the loneliness they both share at the beginning of the book. The illustrations are whimsical and have a childlike charm. Kiddo said they looked a bit like crayon drawings and they do have that air about them. They also have a lot of character and show Rosemary's expressions really well. Kiddo listened rapt through the whole story (with only one interruption to ask anxiously if Rosemary would ever come back) and was very thoughtful after we finished. He is at the age where he is beginning to want friends and recognize loneliness, and the story seemed to resonate with him, as both Maple and Rosemary begin the story struggling with that. I love that it ends on a positive note. We never read the Giving Tree much, as it does not depict a healthy relationship and isn't really a happy story. Maple and Rosemary, in contrast, ends with Maple and Rosemary realizing they have become a part of one another and neither will ever be lonely again. It does a great job illustrating what true friendship is like and softens the bittersweet knowledge that Maple will outlive Rosemary, because Maple will always have memories of her. It would be a perfect read-aloud book for storytime and I am going to recommend it to my library as it is just the sort the children's librarian there likes to choose. *Thanks to Alison James and Neal Porter Books for providing an early copy for review.

[exocean]

heartstopper was so lovely 😔💞💕

[jayykayy97]

Some dryly comical remembrance:

My ex used to accuse me of being a heroin addict for a brief period of time after we broke up for good. Not only did he accuse me of being addicted to heroin, but he said I was a needle junkie, nonetheless.

Don't get me wrong. I have done my fair share of drugs in my days. I could have been considered an addict for quite some time. I have nothing against people who are, in fact, addicted to the needle.

However, I am not. I have never been. And I never will be.

And here's why:

I am ridiculously terrified of injection needles. Like... Cannot-even-get-a-flu-shot-without-passing-out terrified.

I know what you're thinking too. "But Jay! You have so many piercings! How are you afraid of needles?"

Well you see, young wonton, I am not afraid of the needle. I can sit through 5 hours of brutal, painful tattooing and barely bat an eye. I have 23 piercings, and I still stand by the fact that only 2 of them actually hurt. So trust, it is not the needle.

The injecting of, or taking of, fluids from me (ie. getting a shot, taking my blood, etc.) is what gets me. I'm so used to passing out at this point that I warn every unfortunate soul who has to stick me. And so it goes... Every. Single. Time.

AND HE KNOWS THAT!!!

He has physically watched me get stuck and pass the fuck out. How and why would I be SHOOTING UP HEROIN?

He took it far enough to call my jobs and tell them to check me for track marks. And I just laugh and laugh every time I remember it. Because bro, you are a straight up dumbass.

[therovingstar]

Hien never smokes. Growing up, tobacco was an indulgence he saw many in his father’s court take part in, and he would avoid the social hall during that time because the smoke irritated his nose and the smell was off-putting. If it was just his father, though, taking a leisurely puff on the veranda of his chambers after a long day, he would linger close by, and the smell of the tobacco, usually so irritating, would gain a certain fragrance he came to enjoy, if only because he associated it with precious time spent with Kaien. He also came to love the pipe itself; crimson in color, with gold accents in the shapes of various flora and wildlife. It was funny to him, he told his father one evening, that something so pretty, like a work of art, could produce something so foul. Kaien laughed at his pinched face, and promised him he’d give it to him someday.

Kaien was never able to keep his promise. The pipe and his katana were the only valuables secured from his bloodied person after the rebellion’s failure. They were later given to Gosetsu, who, on that starlit night on the Azim Steppe, gave both to Hien as a commemoration of his first steps into his father’s shoes.

As the ruler of Doma, Hien never smokes, as he still finds the smell and vapors irritating. One time a year, however, he does. On the anniversary of his father’s death, sitting on the veranda with his sword laid across his lap, the smoke from Kaien’s favorite pipe wafts through the late winter air, just tinged with the beginnings of Spring. Hien breathes it in, and remembers.

[evwuniverse]

Nintendo Nostalgia Nintendogs

Talk about a blast from the past, I was cleaning my room today and came across my Nintendo DSI. Now keep in mind it’s completely normal to find video game consoles literally everywhere. I consider myself a console collector and I’m super proud of it. Most of my concosles are from Nintendo I specifically loved all of their handheld consoles. I’m always on the go and have been my entire life so it just makes sense for me to have consoles that I can take with me on the go. Anyway before I diverge off the beaten path of this post...

The game that was inside of my Nintnedo DSI was the original Nintendogs game Nintendogs Dauchsund and friends. So, naturally when you have a sense of nostaligia with a video game what do you do? you play it. That’s exactly what I did I stopped cleaning for a full hour just to go in and play with the puppies I haven’t visited in years. What’s super sad about this is this gives you actual emotions so it made me feel like I abandoned them for so long. The connection was far to real when I started to play the game again. I didn’t know how much I truly missed the original game. Keep in mind I do have the 3Ds game but it’s not the same. There’s something about the original that just doesn’t feel right about the “newer” version. 

Below is my story about my first video console bought specifically for me which was the original Nintendo DS and the Nintendogs game. I really hope you’ll read it. It’s just a sweet memory I wanted to share with all of you. Just press the “keep reading” button below. 

My Story Receiving a Nintendo DS (original) With the Nintendogs Game:

I feel like for a little bit of time I’m going to be playing it a little more. Not that I don’t have my own real life pets that I love and adore. But keep in mind I had the original Nintendo DS with that particular game. It is a HUGE part of my childhood and it brought back so many amazing memories. I won’t forget the day I had a best friend at the time we’ll call her Alex (not her full name). She had a red original Nintendo DS with the Chihuahua and Friends Nintnendogs game. I’ve never seen anything like it. This was my first time ever seeing a video game console outside of a Sega Genisis system. I was amazed! there was a touch screen. I was very much shielded as a child which isn’t always a bad thing but wasn’t a great thing either. 

My friend asked me if I wanted to borrow it and bring it back the next day. Which might I add was the beginning of my insomnia. Thank you Nintendogs. Ha-ha. I was so excited and of course didn’t pass it up I told my mom I was borrowing it so she would know and I played it literally all night. The next day came and I brought it back as a kid this was one of the best nights of my life. So what did I do? I’m not particularly self motivated I was in 4th grade and I failed the FCAT reading (state standardized test at the time) in 3rd grade. So, I said to my parents if I pass the FCAT reading this year may I get an original Nintendo with the Nintendogs game. I didn’t want anything else. My parents at the time would do anything for me to just pass these standardized tests that no matter what I did I just had the worst time. I even had extra time on them. 

What did I do? I passed the test! I remember the night so vividly we went on either the Walmart or Target website during the holidays. There was a bundle one specifically with the game and the DS so they told me to go over and choose everything quickly before they sold out. I did. I was so excited this was my first time getting a video game console and video game that was mine. This was the beginning of my console collection and every few years I saved up the money or worked hard for a newer console when I could. I was never handed anything to me on a silver platter I’ve worked hard for everything I’ve done and received. To be fair I also never really asked for a whole lot and appreciated a lot of what I had. So when I did go to my parents for something I’d ask “What could I do? or what would it take for me to get _____ for my birthday, holidays, passing tests, etc?” 

Finding my Nintendogs game brought back so many memories to me today. I had to share it with all of you. I hope you enjoyed my story. Let me know what your first console and video game you’ve ever played was. I’d love to hear it. 

Until next time...

Ellie