#wholesome ramblings
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foldingfittedsheets · 2 months ago
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I went on an adventure today to return a pillow to IKEA with my coworker @astrid696.
We were having a nice day and got stuck in traffic coming home. On the way her phone rang and she was driving so she declined the call with a sigh. “I feel so bad for him,” she said.
“You know that number?”
She did. It turns out her phone number had previously belonged to a woman named Serena. The man calling was her dad. He had Alzheimer’s and didn’t remember his daughter was dead, so he just called the number he knew was hers.
I was stricken to hear this. “Do you talk to him?”
“Yeah. Sometimes he thinks I’m her and we talk. I have a notebook with facts I’ve learned about her so I can connect with him better. Sometimes he knows I’m not her and I say I’m her friend.”
I struggled with the beauty and humanity of this for a moment. “What’s his name?”
“I don’t know; I just call him Dad.”
We sat in silence and I was overwhelmed with feelings. That she was so kind and thoughtful about this random connection. A man who called and spoke to her with love for the daughter he missed.
"One time," she added, "he called me just after I had a difficult day with my mom. I knew Serena and her mom had a rocky relationship so I talked to him about my frustrations with my own mother and he gave the following advice: ‘Everyone fails sometimes, even parents; what's important is to communicate with our loved ones, even when it's difficult.’
“I have never forgotten that advice and it healed a portion of my heart."
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jkvjimin · 8 months ago
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seven days a week; jungkook's birthday countdown ↳ fri: a bon voyage season I'm attached to
[cr. qdeoks]
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en-bitch · 6 months ago
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Hey you, yeah you, the one reading this right now, open this
Give yourself a headpat from me yeah?
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laurrelise · 2 months ago
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steve blackman, when you were deciding that it was crucial for five to have a fucking romance plotline with his brother’s wife did you also find it crucial for five and said brother to have several sweet heart-to-heart moments throughout the season just to lead to them dying with a deep hatred for each other
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donelywell · 1 year ago
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February 29- March 2 2024
The first time Sonic went Super in Road Trip wasn't exactly as stunning to Tails as other au's and stories.
Tails is like maybe 5 here (I'm not actually that organized on the timeline for this au yet, I'm getting there though, things are getting in order.) and he wasn't forced to grow up and be a hero in this au. So he's a bit more childish than canon Tails because he doesn't feel as pressured to mature and grow up fast. Plus, he genuinely thinks Sonic is going to die and this is the last time he see's him, so tears are bound to come down.
Part 1
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turbo-tsundere · 3 months ago
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Chibi Gonta for the soul <3
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madbard · 7 months ago
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Headcanon that Dust absolutely resents how much he resembles Classic. There are elements of this back in Dusttale, with how Dust prefers to hide his face and identity while building his LV, but this is more out of practicality (and even shame) than anything else. He doesn’t want his victims to recognize him because it’ll make it harder for him to sneak up on people, and a part of him really doesn’t want them to know that he was the one who killed him. The longer this goes on, the more his disguise transforms from a way of hiding his shame to a way of distancing himself from who he used to be. Sans would never kill all those people, but he isn’t Sans anymore. He’s not really a person anymore, he is the act of murder itself. He is Dust.
I think this would get way worse when Dust leaves his AU and enters the multiverse though, because right off the bat he encounters murderers, just like him… who don’t look innocent. Horror, Killer and even Cross are set completely apart from who they used to be. They are scarred and twisted and nightmarish. Looking at them doesn’t trigger memories of a happier, innocent past. They have renamed themselves, taken on a new identity - but for them, this change was physical as well. No one will ever mistake them for Sans.
So Dust wears his hood. He hides his face. He keeps his magic burning constantly, because if he stops his eyes will darken and there will be nothing setting him apart from the monster who died, years ago, the first time a knife ripped through his chest. The others realize it, too… Horror probably wouldn’t care either way. Cross would understand the desire to distance oneself from an old identity, but would ultimately be in a similar boat as Horror. Killer would bring this up to taunt Dust once he realized it bothered him - and would quickly get bored with it. Ultimately, the others would just accept Dust’s refusal to show his face, his hatred of his own voice and reflection, as part of who he is.
I like to imagine that one day, the gang get into a serious combat. It’s vicious and close; both sides are bloody and exhausted by the time it’s over. If one side wins, it’s by a hair, and not much of a victory. In the dazed silence following the battle, Nightmare slowly assesses each of his acolytes, ensuring that they are still alive and intact. When he reaches Dust, he pauses. The assassin is bloodied, slumped over. His HP is steady but low; he’s taken a lot of hits - more than most monsters would have been able to survive. His hand vanishes beneath his hood, carefully inspecting his face. That night, back at the castle, Dust steps in front of a mirror. He takes a deep breath and, for the first time in years, removes his hood to look his reflection in the eye. The combat left deep wounds across his face, injuries that would never heal completely, that would leave him permanently scarred.
Dust looks at his battered reflection and smiles.
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nightskyfoxyy · 5 months ago
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Storytime at the Genoa House
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princescar · 5 months ago
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im trying to desperately to come up with a mukaro prompt for you bc she's so underrated but i cant come up with anything interesting. draw mukaro but she's happy. there.
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happy muku
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dahlia-tourism-board · 14 days ago
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Smash Tournament Remix thoughts and rambles:
Milo "Nobody's going hungry on my watch" Greer 😭 Feeding people is his love language
Sam getting so genuinely excited when he's winning and he gets to see Falcon's special moves 😭 this is healing his inner child I can feel it
Darlin' goofing off with Angel and Lovely and eating brownies and just being so at ease and happy and healing their inner teen
Asher and Vincent bonding over memes!! After this, I just know they start texting each other the most unhinged Nintendo memes
Sam pointing at the Nintendog and being like "Hey milo that you" was FOUL
The silence when Lovely, Angel, and Darlin' are in a match, followed by Milo's "Oh god, the trash talking" like he's clutching some pearls
I just love when the listener characters 'talk' to each other~
David, while still being the most mature and reserved of everyone there, is way more mellow and relaxed and even laughs a few times
Speaking of David, the fact that he gave Sam tips in-between tournaments because he's always done his best to make Sam feel included 😭
Everything about this was so fun and wholesome and I'm so glad to see them all so happy
What storm of angst is brewing around the corner I am concerned
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foldingfittedsheets · 9 months ago
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One time I was ringing up this sweet older gentleman at the sex shop. I no longer remember what he was buying, just that he was in his fifties and radiated a bumbling gentleness that I had enjoyed.
He was chatting with me as he pulled out cash to pay, “You know, I always thought it would be so much easier to meet ladies. But then you meet a girl and you start chatting and they’re never as impressed that I know Captain Kirk’s middle name as I expected them to be.”
I took his payment with a grin and said, “I dunno, Tiberius is an amazing middle name, it was their loss.”
He looked at me with utter awe, radiating a disbelieving joy that I’d parried his quip so effortlessly with Trekkie lore. “If I were thirty years younger…” he’d said, absolutely delighted.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him I was gay to boot, so I just beamed and wished him a good day. He went out the door with a spring in his step and I still smile to think about it.
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brain-wyrm · 4 months ago
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Something I appreciate from Dandadan so far is how nudity can be normal. Yes it can be funny, it can be fan service, but also neutral. I don't think we see a lot of that in anime, especially considering the unique developmental stage many of its viewers and characters are going through.
And, kind of like in Kill La Kill, at a certain point, the desensitization toward nudity/lack of clothes allows for that neutrality to shine through. And I dig that
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ccycloneblogging · 11 months ago
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Have some various doodles of Universal Morning Star, because this poly ship has my full attention right now.
After Joy Kicken belongs to @crazycakeparrotart
Red Rest DogDay belongs to @deleted-va
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forlorn-crows · 6 months ago
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thinking about the precious few guitars copia probably has for casual playing & songwriting. an old acoustic. a bass and an electric. maybe one of them he's had for years, even before all this cardinal business came about. maybe one of them is shiny, brand new. a personal reward for himself in place of all those lost awards.
he doesn't play religiously. but he's good enough to transfer his thoughts to sound.
him in his room at all hours of the night with a pad of paper next to him, strumming out tunes as he figures out his next song. alternating between holding the pen in his mouth or the pick.
maybe he had enlisted the help of the 'older' ghouls who trusted him enough to work with him at the beginning, seeking their guidance for how the previous papas did it before him.
and slowly but surely, he finds his own style, bringing his own pack together for brainstorming sessions. it's his vision, sure, but he would never turn down an idea for a lyric or a baseline or a drum fill from his ghouls.
he looks at those guitars now, still in their stands in his office. twirling his new grucifix between his fingers nervously, knowing he may not ever get to pick those up again.
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dakt37 · 2 months ago
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The last time that I consciously posted on time for "Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday," I put de-aged Tails in the sink. So this Wednesday... he's going back in the sink.
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Baby Tails get absolutely caked in mud and the other "adults" insist that he needs a Real Bath and not just a sink bath.
Sonic, already waking away with his arms full of grubby fox kit: "Are you offering? No? Then mind your business."
The others follow and continue to debate him until someone has a light bulb moment: "This cannot seriously be because you can't swim. It's a bathtub and you're not even the one in it." The rest pile on as well, teasing Sonic until he stops short and whirls around, irritated.
"Why is it that absolutely NONE of us ever make fun of Tails' phobia about lightning, but then he's the only one who doesn't make fun of mine about water?"
Everyone shuts up immediately.
Sonic: "This little mudball is the only one who respects me--"
Tails takes that moment to smack both open palms against Sonic's cheeks, giggling as mud goes everywhere.
Sonic pauses, then spits mud out of his mouth and continues: "--so I knew he's FINE with going in the sink.”
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Much later in the story after Tails goes back to normal, he doesn't really remember much of being mini sized.
Sonic comes over to chill at his house, and when Tails goes to put some dishes in the sink he suddenly pauses and just stares into it for a moment. Then turns around and calls, "Was I in the sink at some point...?"
Sonic, feet on the coffee table and reading a magazine: "Yeah."
Tails looks back at the sink, considering. Then eventually: "Okay."
And that's that.
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shadebloopnik · 9 months ago
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I WILL BE SPAMMING SCREENSHOTS TOMORROW I JUST NEED TO SIT DOWN FOR A SECOND HOLY SHIT
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THE WAY IM GONNA MURDER THIS MAN THEN REVIVE HIM TO SHAKE HIS SHOULDERS ONG LMAOOOO
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