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crayons-and-glitter-glue · 1 year

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I think about Sun and Moon's original versions a LOT, and I don't get why people say they're not expressive!

Or perhaps, I do, and I just wanna ramble. Anyways! Big ol warning for lots of talking, some fursuit gifs and analyzation of body movement.

So, they have flat, immobile faceplates, right? Technically, yes!some argue that this makes them immediately inert and expressionless and opt to enhance their expressions. And this is a-okay! Do what you like!

But as someone who used to be a costumer, and wears a fursuit on occasion,

(Sorry, I love this gif so much)

BUT! When in a mascot costume, fursuit, or any other costume with a mask over one's face, the performer has to learn how to move in order to portray the emotions necessary for character engagement with the audience! Whether it's exaggerated head bobs, using your hands to talk, or making everything a bit of a spectacle, even the way you tilt your FACE can affect how you look.

Even MUPPETS do this with their limited range of expression. And we can easily draw those conclusions of how the boys were programmed to act in canon!

Take Sun's default animation in the daycare, just standing there.

It's very obvious here what he's trying to portray, and who his programmed audience is- little children! When costuming around little kids, you wanna use big gestures, and get on their level because you can seem HUGE AND SCARY to them! You wanna get down towards the ground, make big sweeping cartoon motions, and make sure all your movements are ROUNDED- not jabbing, sharp, or sudden- so that the kid isn't ever surprised, but rather delighted by your performance as a costumer. I'll show you an example by the amazing performer, Temba the Bat! (Made by Toxicoon, I believe.)

Big sweeping motions, slow without being too spooky, and generally friendly motions while swaying the head! Looks kinda similar right?

Another point is, though, these exaggerated motions don't really... turn off when feeling other things. Sun and Moon don't have a customer service mode, and that's WILD to me that their programming requires them to act like this all the time. Exhibit B: Sun's pain in the transformation scene.

He's making such exaggerated motions and movements to INDICATE he is in pain or holding something back. He's gripping his face like something is trying to come out of it, and even dramatically falls backwards to indicate a loss of control in his body. Whether the way the fall looks so cartoonist was intentionally programmed in, I couldn't tell you.

And then... there's Moon.

This is SO cartoon villain sequel, isn't it? The hands tapping delicately on the surface, the exaggerated head tilt, all of it is so wildly exaggerated in such a smooth way to let you know "Ah! I'm in danger! Great!"

And yet... he still is low to the ground. Still in that pose of going after someone SMALL. Performing for someone small. His evilness is almost completely exaggerated and, dare I say, fabricated by his programming. Of course, the virus probably had something to do with it but LIKE! Look at that range of motion!

Idk what the point of all this is, I just wanna say: it's totally understandable to make the boys super duper expressive in the artistic, flat 2d styles i see a lot!

But man I do hope someone draws them biblically accurate while expressing something else because that would be hilarious to see Sun throwing a temper tantrum by banging his fists on the ground and flailing while his face is just

#daycare attendants #dca fandom

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callmedylan · 6 months

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some more security waiter + slight ness and Susie sibling AU headcanons while I work on more fazgang AU art

Ness is the type to play music when he wakes up to help energize himself, doesn’t help that he wakes up at around 5:30 AM and Mike has to deal with the loud ass musical theater music until ness leaves for work

ness has always loved theorizing but started intensely theorizing after susie went missing. Mike just has to sit there and be like “idk ness…that seems a little far fetched” (everything ness is saying has happened and mike knows it:

Ness loves baking, he can’t cook for shit but he can cook. Mike is the opposite and can’t bake for crap. So mike is in charge of cooking meals and ness is in charge of making the birthday cakes for Abby’s bdays (and mikes cause ness is just like that)

Mike loves ness to death but he cannot stand musicals, he finds them quite annoying but Abby and ness love them so he puts his hatred for them aside.

Ness and Susie’s parents use to take them to the same camp grounds as mikes family. They were there the day Garret went missing and ness often says how he had to leave because “some kid got taken”. Ness insists that him and Mike met a few times at the camp grounds but Mike can’t remember it so he constantly denies it.

Mikes is the big spoon, when he holds on to something it helps ground him while he sleeps so he doesn’t have a nightmare. Ness doesn’t mind at all but considering he’s taller being the little spoon is definitely an awkward position sometimes. (Tall guy issues)

The first Christmas the trio spent together after ness moved in, Abby ran in at around 4 am and jumped on top of them while they were asleep and in bed to tell them that “Santa came” (Mike wasn’t happy.)

Ness loves to dance, Mike has two left feet, they make it work.

When hanging out with the fazgang, ness and Mike will text each other (even if they are in the same room)

One time ness was talking about susie and Abby said “oh I know Susie! She’s my friend!” (Mike cut her off before she could finish tho and internally panicked)

Ness is a muppets enthusiast, has all the movies and song tracks, and even owns some memorabilia.

Ness has a replica of the Kermit puppet that he sometimes uses and he once accidentally left it sitting upright on the kitchen counter and when Mike went to get a glass of water in the middle of the night he turned on the light and screamed not knowing what it was (ness won’t let him live it down).

Mike is half Mexican and knows Spanish and ness asks him to “speak Spanish to him” sometimes because he thinks it’s romantic. He’d do this for a month or two before he recognized Mike say the word “chicken” and when he asked Mike what he’s been saying to him for the last month Mike goes “oh whenever you tell me to speak Spanish to you I just repeat a recipe I know”

Ness uses a concerning amount of hair spray (almost to a toxic level) so Mike makes him open a window whenever he’s getting his hair ready.

Ness and Mike once went on a date and left Cory with Abby and Cory ended up falling asleep on the couch so Abby, not wanting to wake him but still wanting to talk to someone, took their phone line and called 911 (it’s the only number she knows) and Mike and ness had to cut their night short to come home to reprimand Abby on who she calls.

#fnaf au #mike schmidt #securitywaiter #fazgang #fnaf susie #srry for making the fnaf movie gay #ness the waiter #abby schmidt #fnaf movie

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bengiyo · 1 year

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Comfort Films Tag

Rules: List 7 of your comfort movies, then tag 7 people.

Tagged by @callipigio

1 - Shelter (2007)

I often joke around here about how I’ve been watching queer cinema for over half of my life at this point, and it’s easy to recommend this film. This is a coming of age film about a guy who gave up art school to become the primary breadwinner and caregiver for his family. However, when the older brother of his best friend returns to their town to collect himself, our artist and he reconnect and find something special between them. Great use of a young actor in this shores up the caregiving aspects.

I’m probably going to rewatch it now. Because it was produced by Here! TV, you can only legally watch it via a subscription to their platform. I own it on DVD because I fell in love with it and knew I needed to keep it forever.

2 - Big Eden (2000)

Big Eden. Oh, Big Eden. This is the film equivalent of a warm blanket and a tight hug. It’s about an artist named Henry Hart, who is preparing for a big exhibition in New York when he’s called back home to Montana because his uncle has had a stroke. We are greatest with the most queer-friendly town to ever exist as Henry manages his old angst about his straight best friend as the local general store owner also secretly pursues him. It’s absolutely lovely.

3 - The Blues Brothers (1980)

Luna has great taste, because this is one of the best films ever made. What was originally just an SNL bit turns into a fun road film about getting the band back together so that two brothers can raise enough money to pay the back taxes owed by the orphanage they grew up in. We also run over Illinois nazis in this movie and demolish dozens of cop cars. Cab Calloway, James Brown, Carrie Fisher, Chaka Khan, Paul Reubens, and Aretha Franklin are in it. John Candy orders orange whips. This is the kind of film I would watch with my dad any time it was on.

4 - Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World (2003)

This is one of the most man movies ever made. I don’t know any woman who wants to sit down and watch this film, but me and boys will spend an entire afternoon on this film in a heartbeat. The sexual tension between Russell Crowe’s and Paul Bettany’s characters goes unremarked on this website in a way that lets you know for sure this hellsite is dominated by femmes, because those two have definitely fucked. At least twice. It’s 1805 and oceans have become battlefields!

5 - Clue (1985)

A movie based on the board game of the same name should not have been this good, but it instead goes on to become a camp masterpiece. Many people will end up remembering Tim Curry for Rocky Horror or even Muppet Treasure Island, but this is still one of his favorite performances for me. This film is batshit and I love it.

6 - Camp (2003)

Speaking of camp films, let’s talk about one of the best of all time. I know we often talk about the bad singing in Thai BL, but I unironically love all of the musical theater in this film. I regularly listen to this soundtrack, and have been for over 15 years. It’s a film about a bunch of weird theater kids who get to escape the bullying and hellishness of their lives for a few weeks during the summer, where they get to put on a bunch of classic plays. It’s so camp. I love this film because it was difficult for me to find queer films that had happy components with them, and this little movie has a wide array of queer kids in it.

7 - Make The Yuletide Gay (2009)

This was the first queer film I ever watched that had a happy ending that was also a comedy. Prior to this, I think I had watched Beautiful Thing (1996), Edge of Seventeen (1998), Get Real (1998), and Bent (1997). Most of those films ended resolved or sad. Yuletide is a silly little gay film of almost nonstop innuendo about a guy who goes back into the closet when he returns home for Christmas, but hijinks ensue when his boyfriend shows up unexpectedly. It’s an annual watch for me around the holidays, and I usually host people for it.

Also, Adamo Ruggiero is in it! He played Marco on Degrassi: The Next Generation.

This was fun! I think most folks have been tagged that I know, but I’ll tag @warningtothecurious. If anyone else does this, please tag me back if you do this! I want to know what films you all return to.

#tag meme #comfort films #shelter 2007 #make the yuletide gay #big eden #the blues brothers #camp 2003 #clue 1985 #master and commander #Ben watches #ben writes

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hauntedbubbles · 2 months

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They're so sassy with it 🤣🤣🤣

Graves: Watch your ass down there Soap: Aye...I'll be watchin' somebody's arse doon ther'👀 Ghost: Fuckin' 'ell

@atombonniebaby here with my secondary blog...wanted to give my cod content it's own home... HantedBubbles = SoapGhost 🧼💀

I'm also doing a one shot, where Soap didn't get the birthday he had planned, and the boys decide to drop in, unannounced to cheer him up. (or Price has the kids for the weekend)

So...I wrote a bit where Ghost is bribed into getting the above outfit when they're out getting supplies 🤣

Have a read 👇🏼 encourage me to finish it 🙌🏼

"You seen this?" Gaz holds up a t-shirt, a mix of black and neon pinks. "It's got a skull."

He should hate it. He knows he should. It's garish and loud and everything he'd usually scoff at. But fuck it all, he sorta loves it? "It's not the worst thing you Muppets have shown me..."

"With them grey jeans and this..." Gaz hands him a light grey garment, a jacket by the looks of it, trendier than he'd ever have chosen for himself. The arms look like they'd cut off circulation to his hands if he flexed too hard. "I think it could work."

"Go on, son, no point speculating, go try ‘em on." Price shoos him in the direction of the changing rooms.

He could complain or try to argue his case, but he knows this is one of those battles he won't win. With a heady sigh he makes his way to an empty cubicle, which is hardly big enough to house a fucking toddler... never mind his 6”3’ arse.

After what felt like the warm-up session from his workouts (and an hour of swearing at buttons), Ghost managed to wrestle himself into a pair of jeans that actually fit him (if you don't look down past his shins) They were just long enough that his boots might reach ‘em. (And spare him the trouble of looking a right tosser.)

They was...a little hugging. The soft, light grey denim, a far cry from his usual heavy blue work jeans and cargos... He almost hates them too, wants to, but even he can admit, his legs looked mint in ‘em, he turned then, to see how they look in the back and— yeah...not on their life... this ain’t ‘appenin’—

"You alive in there?” Price, king-of-choosing-his-moments, knocked on the door.

Fuck! The button's stuck!..."Ye...yeah..." He struggled to breathe out, trying to keep quiet while fat fingers fumbled with the bastard button. "Tha’s it! I-I ain't buyin' 'nout from 'ere— fuckin' ’ell!”

"Simon, unlock it, yeah?”

If that fucker laughed he'd kill him. With a defeated sigh, Ghost opened the door just enough for Price to slide inside the tiny space... He looks down at the captain and debates if he has enough room to hide the body.

“Just help us get these off, yeah? Fuckin' things are stuck!”

"Reign it in...take a breath." He had to give it to the Captain, that smile that nearly broke, stayed away. "They ain't bad on ya, what's the matter?”

He's more caked up than the fucking bakery isle in this here Big Tesco is what's the fucking matter. "They ain't practical, Captain. Soft as shit fabric'll fall apart after a few washes."

"Fifty quid..." Price smiled, arms crossed and smug as he opened the door. "And I'll buy 'em for ya?”

"Why?” Ghost blurted out. "I ain't got anywhere to wear 'em!"

"Because I remember the crazy shit you used to wear back in the day, and this is bloody tame... Why not let Simon have this one, eh?”

He hated the way his cheeks burned hotter... but fifty quid? Outta the Captains pocket? Fuckin' hell. "A'right, fine! But on the small chance I croak it t’night and end up a real fuckin' ghost lookin' like a knob...I'm haunting ya!”

Price laughed at that, clapping him on the shoulder. "That sounds like a yes?"

"A begrudging one."

"Then get to it. We 'aven't got all day."

Bastard.

Ghost double knotted his laces. Nothing pinched, everything fitted, felt comfortable. Fuck. He stood on a deep breath and turned to the ridiculously big mirror and tugged the scarf back down around his neck, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck's sake..."

The skull T-shirt clung a little tighter than he expected. Not quite a second skin, but enough to be noticeable. These clothes were... new and different, and he doesn't know how to process how that made him feel.

He was the kind of guy that could blend into any crowd, could fade into the background and be unnoticed. He liked being invisible. Hated being in the spotlight.

The jeans made him feel like an asshole.

The shirt made him look like a twat.

And yet, who he found staring back in the mirror was a man that could pass for an everyday bloke. One who didn't live on the fringes of society, one who hadn't done the things he had. This was a guy who could be content curled up on the sofa with a book and a cup of tea. The kind of man that had roots, who had friends and family that stood by him...had his back.

Simon stepped out of that cubicle, feeling more naked than he had when he'd stripped down. Yet, a strange sense of security washed over him as he faced his commanding officer with an apprehensive stare.

Price had that stupid, dopey grin plastered on his face, just like when he was congratulating his troops on a job well done.

"There he is," Price whispered as he reached up to ruffle his hair, and he batted the hand away, scowling as he ducked out of the changing room.

"Fuckin' hell, sir..."

"Garrick...I'm warnin' ya..." he growled, shoving the smaller man towards the exit of the store. "Not another fuckin' word."

#If you guys have seen Barry and Sam's banter on lives...I just imagine that's how the whole team are!#john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #ghost mw2 #modern warfare #cod ghost #call of duty mwii #kyle gaz garrick #ghost riley #cod modern warfare #mw2 #captain price #john price #mw3 #mw2 fanfic #mw3 fanfic #warzone screens

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sighonaraa · 9 months

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"later at night while roy's tucking him in"

First of all that whole thing is so stinking cute that I sqeeeeee'd reading it but now all I can think of is roy tucking jamie in and what the bedtime routine looks like. Is it a fight to get jamie into his pjs and ready for bed? Does roy read him a bedtime story every night? does jamie have a nightlight? Is he a good sleeper or does he make roy sit there and rub his back until he falls asleep? im guessing he has nightmares what with the whole traumatic backstory vibe how do they deal with that?

Sorry for the million questions I just love this fic so much !

anon i am SO glad you asked this because i have simply been vibrating to talk about the Baby Jamie Bedtime of it all.

so. baby jamie has nightmares, yes. the thing about this is that he has learned to keep quiet about them, so roy doesn't realize that jamie's having nightmares until he hears jamie in the middle of one a few weeks after bringing jamie home. and he immediately texts keeley like. What Thee Fuck Do I Do. and keeley is like. man. COMFORT him, perhaps? what'd your mum do when you couldn't sleep as a kid? and roy is like.

i had this blankie my granddad gave me.

and blankie is still in storage, so roy goes to grab it, and he brings it to jamie's room. and he ventures over so tentatively to the side of jamie's bed -- jamie, who's still crying and tossing and turning -- and shakes jamie awake, still so gentle. oi, jamie. jamie, it's me. and jamie jolts awake and he's sobbing and he registers it's roy after a few minutes and immediately throws himself at his big brother for a hug.

roy gets jamie calmed down and tucked back in bed with blankie around his little body. and jamie fumbles out a sleepy, clumsy hand and says, roy? stay please? and roy assumes jamie means he wants roy to sit on the chair until jamie falls asleep, but when he tries to do that jamie makes a little noise and says, royyyyy. please?

which is when roy realizes that jamie wants him to lie in bed with him.

it's uncomfortable and cramped and roy stays there the whole night. in the morning, he and keeley whiteboard the situation and come to the conclusion that jamie could just. sleep in roy's bed. so later, roy plonks jamie on his lap and is like. oi. fuck-muppet. how'd you like to feel very fucking adult and sleep in my big adult bed.

and jamie is like. [poking roy in the face] together?

and roy smiles. together.

#SORRY THIS IS VERY MESSY!!!!#augh. bedtime!!!!! there are lots more Things about bedtime but this. THIS #football kiddos au #roy kent #jamie tartt #ted lasso #sid speaks

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sh1tbird-shantytown · 2 years

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“I have a crush on Nance.”

Steve froze from where he was shelving tapes and looked over on his right, hair flopping.

“Nance. Like Nancy Wheeler? Our Nance?”

Robin stood tense. Tense and scared and shaking a little in her converse.

“Yes. That Nance.” Steve looked off in the distance in front of himself, hummed, and then resumed shelving with his eyebrows creased. Robin but at her cuticle and stomped her feet in a marching pattern. “Say something before I lose my goddamned mind, Steve!”

That jumped him into action. He almost dropped the remaining three boxes. “Okay, okay!” his hands went up in self defense and he seemed to stutter over his words. He paused. “What exactly am I supposed to say?”

Robin pulled at the roots of her hair and spun around as she thought, “I don’t know! What are you supposed to say when you’ve been told your best friend has a crush on your ex-girlfriend that you totally still have a thing for?”

Steve held up his finger like he did at the kids when they talked back at him, “Hey, I do not still have a thing for Nance.”

Robin folded her arms, “You totally do! You make googily eyes at her all the time!”

Steve scoffed and turned his back to her, “I think it’s more of a process then I thought it was going to be. Nancy was my easy way out of trying to find my true love.” He turned back around and shrugged. “I fell in love fast with her and sometimes I remember all that bullshit I conjured up in my head for us and I fall back into this game of sad sack limbo.”

Robin laughed through the clogged up emotion in her throat, “So, you don’t, like, hate me?”

Steve looked offended and darted forward, hugging her tight, “Never, ever gonna happen, Bob.”

“That’s a stupid nickname, Steve.”

“You’re just jealous I’m so creative.”

She leaned her forehead into his shoulder and sighed, “You’re a dingus.”

He laughed into her hair and pinched her side, “No bullying other associates.”

Robin pulled away and flicked his nose, “I’ve bled with you, I’ll do what I want.”

Steve’s rolled his eyes and picked his tapes back up, “I’m glad you’re back to normal.”

“I’m always pining after girls I can’t have,” she leaned against and shelves and sighed, “That’s never gonna change.”

Steve looked over again after shelving the last tape and walked over slowly, “If it makes you feel better, she’s a really bad cook.”

Robin peaked over again, “Wow, Stevie, what a deal breaker. How will I ever manage to survive without a kitchen savvy wife?” she asked sarcastically.

Steve was grinning anyway, “She’s also a bad gift giver.”

Robin lifted her eyebrows and nodded slowly, “Wow, does she sound like a muppet too?”

Steve actually thought about it, “Sometimes.” When Robin laughed and then went quiet, Steve spoke again. “What happened with Vickie?”

Robin sighed and shrugged, “She’s going through a big break up and we haven’t spoken in a while with her touring all these big shot colleges I definitely won’t be going to.” Steve rubbed her shoulder and she smiled weakly. “I’m a lost cause, Stevie. I’m never going to get someone to fall in love with me.”

Steve shook his head, contemplating, “Can I tell you something serious without you knocking me around?” She nodded as they both looked off into the vacant store. “I’ve never told anyone this, Robin.”

She nodded again and turned her head to look at him, “It’s okay.”

He smiled in that way he did when he felt bad about something, when these boulders of guilt fell on his shoulders in the middle of the day.

“You remember how it took me weeks to leave my house after Starcourt?”

“Yeah?”

“Remember how I had all those nightmares?”

“Of course. You didn’t sleep for three days straight.”

Steve nodded again and then again for good measure, “I lied about what they were about.”

Robin’s head stuttered for a moment, “What? Why?”

“Because it was about something else. I wasn’t reliving the torture, I was reliving watching him die.”

Robin was silent, calculating for a long moment as to who Steve was referring to. And then she got it with a confused tilt to her head.

“Billy?”

Steve smiled and sighed, “Yeah, him.” There was a faraway look in his eyes that Robin understood as melancholy memory. “My real point is,” he faced her and took her hands in his own, shook them a little, “That if that asshat could make me fall in love in the little time we had; you can do the same.”

He laughed when Robin clutched into his shoulders.

It turned into an ugly sob, but she understood and they held each other anyway.

“I don’t think either of us are ready for more heartbreak,” she wiped her nose so it didn’t get onto his sweater.

#steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #billy hargrove #ronance #tw mentioned death #stranger things #harringrove #vickie stranger things #robin and steve

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palettepainter · 1 year

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How dare you create a precious Floyd x Janice love child and not tell us anything about them

I MUST KNOW MORE ABOUT YOUR BOY, CALEB

I really wanted to draw some responses to this but since I've got a feeling I'm gonna be busy in these weeks running up to Christmas and new year you'll just have to have some facts. However I can offer this doodle of baby Caleb and Animal, for some reason this didn't upload in the first post I made with him?

-He's literally vine energy, so many vines fit him so well (Kid Caleb: "Lookat all does chickens!" // Older Caleb "Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does"). I can go on but I don't wanna fill this with too many vine quotes, I've been wanting to draw a little comic of kid Caleb and Floyd to one vine but that'll likely have to be a newyear thing I work on

-Gas station sushi is his life and blood

-As a child he tried to eat things he wasn't supposed to, a lot. Dirt, flowers, coins, guitar plectrums, rocks, bracelet beads. Floyd more often than not spent his time trying to pry something nonedible out of Caleb's hands when he was little

-No thoughts, head empty, only vibes

-He will and has followed a snail around the theatre for three hours

-Haircutt?? Hairdressers?? No thanks. He's terrified of hair dressers

-He was a bit of a crybaby as a kid

-He likes to collet shiny rocks/crystals and give them to people he likes

-All of his good genes went to his looks and his singing voice Caleb has a total of three braincells, those braincells being the ones that successfully ate dirt when he was a kid

-He can sleep standing up

-Is a natural on the bass and the drums (Animal was excited to show him how to play them) but naturally he leans more towards the guitar

-As well as playing the bass Caleb can also play a ukulele, harmonica and acoustic guitar

-He likes kids, finds them easy going but they can stress him out sometimes

-Talk to him about literally anything and he'll just sit there, you could talk about rock formations, and he'll sit there nodding and humming. He will not understand a word you're saying but he'll listen

-I made a doodle about this in the post I made with Caleb's design but when he was a baby he was terrified of the rest of the band, except for Animal. It took him a while to warm up to them, but he loves them now, the band probably tease him about it sometimes, but they never mean any ill will

-Mama's boy and isn't ashamed about it, it took him ages to call Floyd pa, and when he did call him Pa it was probably right in the morning when the band got up and Floyd didn't even realise until minutes later

-I don't know if I'll make this cannon or not but I've been entertaining the idea of Caleb having some form of stage fright. He's totally fine preforming with his parents and the band and even to some of the other muppets, but to a live audience and infront of a camera?? This might sound silly but I've had the idea that Caleb first goes on stage to preform alongside his folks when he's 13 - Floyd and Janice where super excited as was the rest of the band, Caleb got many pats on the back cuz he was "offically part of the band!". While the band are waiting to go on stage Caleb peaks a glance at the audience through the curtains and he realises just how big the audience is, how many eyes are going to be on him, how - if he messes up - the WHOLE world is going to see on their TV's. Then right as Bobo gives the band the go ahead to go on stage Floyd turns around to Caleb to ask if he's ready to rock, only to see that Caleb is gone - leading to the band having to quickly improvise on stage cuz Caleb isn't there to play or sing his parts. Again this is all a loose maybe idea

-His favourite animals are snails, but he also likes sloths, manatees, penguins and cats

-Sunflowers are his favourite flowers

-He likes it when people braid his hair, he finds it therapeutic

-Out of the band he probably vibes with Pepe and Rizzo the most

-Totally chill with having his nails painted he's down for a spa day

And that's all I got for now!

#Muppets #Muppet OC #Caleb #The Electric Mayhem #Floyd Pepper #Janice #Floyd x Janice

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ragsy · 7 months

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Ok. U asked for it….

All the odd questions for Dogmark and all the even ones for Dillion.

(You don’t have to do all of them I prommy but if you WANT TO)

OH OKAY WE'RE DOIN' THIS HUH

i'm just gonna answer these rapid-fire style because i DO want to do all of them but if i don't reign myself into one or two sentences i will probably not finish answering this until 2024. i'm also going to omit the ones that i have absolutely no idea how to answer

Dogmark:

What’s the lie your character says most often?

Even split between "it's fine" and "i don't want to talk about it"

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

not very often-- not that he bottles them up intentionally, mostly that he doesn't know what to do with them. also he's been kinda sorta turning into a dog when he gets worked up, so, there's that

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

oh hell no. he cried a lot as a kid much to the disappointment of his "boys don't cry" man's man of a dad, so now he'd be mortified to be seen crying at all as an adult, much less crying on purpose

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

honestly "dogmark mandog" would get his attention. i call him that all the time despite nobody in canon ever calling him that, yet he'd know exactly who's being referred to

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

he wants to be gentle. he wants to be treated gently. the most he can offer is loyalty. the best he can ask for is safety.

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

got this one previously here, but long story short, push his buttons and make him turn into a dog

When do they fake a smile? How often?

rarely, if ever. he wears his misery on his sleeve.

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

at work and with friends, he has a task or social interaction to focus on more or less keeping him from falling into an anxiety hole. when he's alone, he stops bothering to hold himself together.

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

TBH IT'S THE SAME FOR BOTH.... just sayin', most people don't walk around with a pair of pointy wolfman ears and pointy dog teeth. he keeps his mouth shut and a hat over his ears in public.

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

WELL the person he's been avoiding wants to find an excuse to kill him for revenge so. Sit there as still as possible hoping she won't notice him, then full anxiety attack once she does

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

He used to be a big proponent of turning the other cheek to keep the peace. Recently though, he's fully embraced IF IT SUCKS HIT DA BRICKS

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

oh buddy this man has guilt spirals that operate on frequencies you couldn't even imagine. Dogmark sees shrimp guilt colors

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Back before his life went to shit, he was really into repairing and restoring retro game consoles. He has long since had to abandon that hobby, but he still remembers all of the tiny ways the guts of a sega genesis can go awry

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

10th birthday, his uncle took him on a deer hunting trip. It was rainy, & cold, and that was the first time he ever killed anything. He didn't speak a single word for the entire rest of the trip.

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

Increasing desperation. He's not interested in misleading people, and it upsets him a lot when people take him for a liar.

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

see above ^ re: All Guilt All the Time. he responds by avoiding the things he feels guilty about and/or drinking about it

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

A deer-in-the-headlights stare and an awkwardly mumbled "uh, hi,"

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Waking up on the forest floor, covered in blood, no memory of how he got there: "It's probably fine. I have other things to worry about"

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

his very first crush was ewan mcgregor in the phantom menace

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

Oh, if he isn't wanted somewhere, he would LOVE to not know about it. Ignorance is bliss, etc etc

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

He learned how to talk back and stick up for himself from his friend Pip 🥲

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

He grew up middle class in a predominantly white town in Wisconsin, raised by Christian parents who valued traditional gender rolls. I could write a whole essay on his internalized biases. He did an okay job unlearning a lot of that when he moved out on his own, but he also knows he's still got a ways to go

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

He can't articulate why, but he's always had a deep, visceral hatred for mall Santas

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Up until extremely recently, he couldn't remember anything from his time in dogman form. There were a few survivors of those attacks who remember him very, very well.

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

Yeah.....

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

"fuck! i don't know!!!"

Who would / do they believe without question?

His (now ex) girlfriend, Emily. If she told him

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

He really, really hates camp food. Which is really unfortunate, because that's all he really had for several years working on the forest watchtower.

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

He nicks himself shaving a lot. He usually goes a little scruffy because of this.

Dillion:

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

He says "my friend" like every other word, I think if he used it any more loosely it would cease to be a word

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

He misses having a sparring partner who he could pay to let him win

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

Oh, you simply MUST try this krill pudding, it is deLECTABLE

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

I.... Don't know if he's ever. Said it to anyone

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

How handsome and great at fighting he is :) it's true, irrefutable facts

How do they put out a candle?

Sticks it under water

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

His party members! He truly, honestly believes in them and wants them to get what they want.

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

Swimming without GILLS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING MY FRIEND, YOU MIGHT DROWN

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

Yes. Kelp flake flavor...

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I believe you have made a mistake! You must have meant to fire some OTHER Sir Dillion!

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

He tells people he wants to serve as someone's loyal knight. He really just wants to return to his life of comfort. He's beginning to doubt that'll ever happen.

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

No, it's all the same. He failed someone, and being a failure is not something he can stand being.

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

Horse theft 🐎

How do they greet someone they like / love?

A boisterous and extremely loud HELLO!!! followed by a very very firm handshake

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

He would literally never pass up an opportunity to look good doing something in front of someone, are you kidding

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

How I Became a Royal Knight (and you can too!)

Step 1: have rich parents

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

Whalesong

Because. Uh

I said so

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

He's a talker and a blatherer and a bloviator. He will actually listen when someone knocks him down a peg though. Or when he recognizes that he doesn't actually have anything to say about the situation at hand (which is becoming increasingly common)

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Honestly, the whole party, but especially Midas and Vecklan

He's not a thinker, but he's not necessarily a strike-first kinda guy. He's maybe more of a "threaten action before assessing the situation first" type

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

Draw sword -> if drawing his sword changed nothing about the situation, evacuate

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

It's the same all around. Knowing that someone, literally ANYONE wants to comfort him, that's all that matters

#entropyking #ragsycon exclusive #ask meme

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221: Traveling Wilburys // Vol. 1

Vol. 1 Traveling Wilburys 1988. Wilbury

To a certain type of rock purist In the late ‘70s and ‘80s, Jeff Lynne was basically the Antichrist, a Muppet Paul McCartney who did Macca one worse by not only making his own gormless megapop spoo but also producing records for his legendary friends and making them suck too. He’s been mostly forgiven by now I think, and I certainly can’t find that level of umbrage in myself. The best of Lynne’s singles with the Move and Electric Light Orchestra are as good as power pop gets, and if the albums around those singles are mostly grating trash, let’s dwell on the singles. It would’ve been cool if commercial wilderness years George Harrison had put out a folky, acoustic record that delved more deeply into his psyche, but he teamed up with Lynne instead and we got “Got My Mind Set on You”; it would’ve been intriguing if somebody had taken Roy Orbison back to Sun Studios, or even Tom Petty for that matter, but we ended up with “Anything You Want” and “Free Fallin’” and “The Comedians” and “Runnin’ Down a Dream” and that’s fine! Great even.

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All that’s preamble to talking about the Traveling Wilburys, a not-terribly-serious gathering of four of the more significant artists of the rock era and Jeff Lynne, the latter of whom emerges as the dominant creative force by producing these affably tossed-off tunes like it’s an ELO reunion. Some people were Very Mad that the prospect of, like, Bob Dylan writing for Orbison or Petty for Harrison ended up sounding like a jukebox the size of an Imperial-class Star Destroyer entering near-Earth orbit. Personally though, I pretty much wore out this cassette driving around with my mom when I was a kid, and I’ve got real love for just about all of these songs. These personalities were too big for anything approaching a Serious Artistic Statement to get off the ground anyway, and I’d argue that a Basement Types-like presentation would only reveal how threadbare some of the material is. Instead, we get Lynne’s fantasia of the ‘50s rock Orbison helped invent and the others grew up on, the common thread that allowed him to get the signoff from a group of very opinionated Dudes.

Take “Margarita,” a slip of a thing composed of a lazy Dylan verse, some of Lynne’s Sha Na Na doggerel, and a couplet from Petty (“She wrote a long letter / On a short piece of paper”; one of my favourite lyrics actually) that can’t even keep to a consistent grammatical person. Lynne’s production turns it into a spangled fantasia, replete with burbling synth pop intro, Spectoresque armies of backing vox, braying sax, multimillion-dollar acoustic guitars, and a shuffle beat. Even on the songs Lynne trifles with less, like Dylan’s hysterical crime novel in verse “Tweeter and the Monkey Man,” he wants every part to lunge at the listener: has anybody ever gotten a tougher sound on an acoustic slide guitar than the little lick that serves as the song’s chorus?

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Many albums would be greatly impoverished by having Jeff Lynne behind the boards, but not this one. Even when all five Wilburys were alive, they had the vibe of one of those “The Best Band in Heaven” memes people share whenever an icon croaks. And on “Handle Me with Care,” “The End of the Line,” “Not Alone Anymore,” and most everything else here, that’s exactly what they sound like.

221/365

#traveling wilburys #jeff lynne #tom petty #bob dylan #george harrison #'80s music #supergroup #music review #vinyl record #roy orbison

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CASSIDY HCS CASSIDY HCS! GIMME THEM NEOOWW

GLADLY!!

First and foremost I am a firm cassidyvictim believer so that’s what all of these are gonna be

Cassidy is the outcast of the Afton family, and a bit of a recluse.

He’s misanthropic, pessimistic, and constantly afraid and hurt. He feels completely alienated from the world. But he also has a big heart and feels very deeply and very intensely for any children who show him kindness or are in similar spots.

His pessimism is barely unfounded in his life, because of the abuse and tragedy he’s surrounded by.

He’s also autistic, which ultimately gets him brushed off and mistreated more. While he’s good at problem solving and very inquisitive and ruminative, most people don’t realize how smart he is, because he has such a hard time expressing himself.

He prefers to not talk.

His name isn’t exclusively feminine, but even in the 70s and 80s it was becoming more feminized- this ties to my headcanon that Cassidy is a trans boy. He may have simply kept his name because he liked it, or it still felt like him or felt wrong to change it.

He loves stuffed animals and puppets, his favorite shows are Fraggle Rock, The Muppet Show, and of course Fredbear & Friends.

He’s not much of an artist, but he’s pretty good at writing things out. He prefers it to express himself over talking. However, he mostly just talks minimally.

He’s often bruised from bullying and abuse, and tends to flinch when touched. It’s also part of why he feels more comfortable with long sleeves, although in the game he wears short sleeves it is probably summer (it looks warm and bright out, but none of the kids are in school during the week- most likely summer) and I think he feels safer in longer sleeves.

His room has glow in the dark stars on the walls, I don’t know why I headcanon this but they comfort him because of his fear of the dark.

He is extremely emotional. It happens as a result of depression, unregulated anxiety and fear responses, trauma, repressed anger, and constant stress.

He likes soft things- soft toys like teddy bears, soft clothes like sweatshirts, soft foods like soup or pancakes, etc.

His favorite color is blue. Second favorite is yellow.

He is very dangerous as a spirit, but honestly kind of horrified by the damage he causes. Since his scream is heard at the end of the fnaf 1 night 4 call I imagine he killed the phone guy, but I also don’t think he’s really okay with it. He’s not okay with ANY of this, and especially not the feeling of hot, sticky blood on his hands, the way Michael must have felt after killing him.

He has a tendency to turn his legs in, cross his arms (or do raptor hands), curl up when sitting or laying down. He likes sleeping under weighted blankets in oversized clothes, and he doesn’t mind his hair a bit shaggy to the point it starts to cover his face. He likes being small, unnoticeable, because at least then he’s alone in this world in peace.

He genuinely adores his Fredbear plush. Brings it everywhere, talks to it, plays with it- it’s his biggest comfort item, and he always feels better with it around.

#onyx talks too much #fnaf #cassidy afton #crying child #headcanons #anon

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Dawn of Redeeming Grace [7/23]

Chapter Seven: Your Finger on My Hair Pin Trigger|| FFN

Rating: NC-17/Explicit

Pairings: Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd

Six weeks after Derek left to take the NIH job, Meredith is ready to use the holidays to prove she has this working mom thing on lock. Sure, he neglected to tell her he'd be bringing a guest, but whatever, 'Tis the season for truces. Even Ellis Grey took the day off. But with every moment of family togetherness, a return to the trenches seems more impossible. Can a few days of peace put their relationship back on track, or has she fallen for the illusion of a snow-globe, destined to either settle or shatter?

Dawn of Redeeming Grace|| FFN

I can’t explain how important this chapter is to me. The shower scene especially is a major turning point, and I could pick at it forever. I really love writing Meredith and Zola, too. Facts: It is incredibly difficult to find picture books set in African countries directly here. That English is a primary language in many of them, and that they have contact with the orphanage, helps, but not everyone has that privilege. The Jamela books I referenced are really cute. (Not kidding about the trope. Relatedly, creatures consuming other creatures, particularly whole, squeaks me, and I blame The Muppets.) Also, do yourself a favor and spend some time on the MuppetWiki page for international productions, and Big Birds. Both are fascinating. I watched this documentary on the Bangladeshi production in college. They do good work. (This marks the first of several times where I spent far too long on MuppetWiki for this fic).

I think the show did a decent job showing that Zola dealing with being an interracial adoptee once Maggie was around, but I also wanted to see more of Meredith and Derek dealing with it. To be as comfortable as she is with it, Zola has to have the basics. I was adopted, and I heard my story all the time, and got Why Was I Adopted? at the same time as Where Did I Come From? It might be a little advanced for four-and-a-month, but kids can be very aware if something is a part of their day-to-day life.

There’s so much underlying damage still unaddressed at 11x12 “The Great Pretender.” That’s where we see Meredith’s mask really start to slip. With Derek gone, she could put it in a box that only opened at night, but when she tries to go visit, and can’t, we see the vulnerability that had mostly been hidden behind her outbursts—it’s in her eyes, though. Always. Rewatching the “What Happened to You” scene; the way Derek looms over her, and his face…. Ugh. I don’t love that the show edits his exit after that as though it mirrors Richard’s—it does, in some ways. Meredith taking the blame, when it’s deeper than that, Meredith being the one left—but I don’t think the underlying issues are the same. Derek isn’t jealous of her; he’s having to reconsider what he wants and what that means about who he is. That went on the back burner after Addison left, and with Amelia there, he’s having to accept that he’s NOT into being as career-focused.

The show implies he’s gone from 11x09-11x16—probably because there wasn’t a holiday episode that season (lucky for me)—I refuse to accept him not at least trying to be there for Zola’s birthday—Meredith would kill him. (You can decide if this happened or he missed the flight in canon.)—and he wouldn’t miss Christmas. That’s not Derek Shepherd. ( I realize that I keep giving poor Mer sex issues in my chaptered fics—and it happens again in one of my WIPs!—but her sexuality is tied to her emotional state.)

He’s always the catalyst for trying to put something in the past without a complication. (Meredith does it too, goes along with it, but primarily it is Derek), and when he’s away in D.C., not facing the damage constantly, it’s easier to do that. Meanwhile, Meredith remembers the last time they did that, and for her it’s all knotted up with finding out about her mom and Richard, “What happened to you?” and drowning. She lost him/thought she was too broken for him the last time the water went under the whatever. He broke her trust with Rose. And everything with Maggie has pushed those memories up. She’s not the Meredith we get in 11x17. The streak isn’t as long; she hasn’t made it through the holidays, plus three months. She’s at the end of 11x12. I sort of hate that we have two episodes in the middle of this that are from Amelia and Herman’s perspective, because it’s harder to map Meredith’s interiority, but I like that arc, so oh well.

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Dean wakes up to the sound of a very insistent five-year-old saying, in a poorly concealed whisper, “Papa. Papa! Wake up!”

Despite the fact that it’s probably six in the morning and Dean’s supposed to be asleep right now (long weeks at the auto shop always knock him out), he pulls himself out of bed and pads around to the other side of his bed, where Jack is standing, poking Cas’ face.

Dean crouches down to Jack’s level. “Papa’s sick, remember?”

Jack looks down at his feet. “He has the flu.”

“Yeah, he has the flu.” Dean holds out his arms. “But Daddy can play with you instead.”

Jack sighs and lets himself be picked up.

Dean knows that he can't quite replicate Cas and Jack’s special Saturday mornings together, but he can sure as hell try. The two of them always watch Plaza Sésamo, the Spanish version of Sesame Street, together, because language learning needs to start at a young age, Dean, and Jack has a mug of warm milk so he can be just like his Papa with coffee.

(Leave it to Dean to marry an elementary school librarian.)

Then, they make pancakes, which usually gets Dean to actually wake up and join them. After that, they go to the farmer’s market.

And every Saturday is perfect.

But two days ago, after spending eight hours with snotty-nosed kids, Cas came home more exhausted than usual and then promptly passed out on the couch. One trip to the doctor later and it was confirmed--Cas had the flu.

Which means that Dean’s gotta figure this whole “morning thing” out.

"What do you want to watch, Jack?” he asks, and Jack shakes his head.

“I wanna color.”

“Alright.” Less time in front of the television is totally cool with Dean. He sets them up at the kitchen table, rummaging around on the bookshelf next to it until he finds the stack of recycled paper that they use for Jack to color and the box of crayons and markers.

While Jack sets about drawing (there are several of his drawings from school stuck to the fridge--studies in crayon with Daddy and Papa and also Uncle Sam and Aunt Eileen and Grandma written on them in Jack’s kindergarten teacher’s neat handwriting), Dean makes coffee, and then decides to also make Cas some tea for whenever he actually wakes up and also to heat up some milk for Jack.

By the time he gets back to the table, Muppets in Space mug with warm milk in it in one hand and his coffee in a mug shaped like a spark plug that Cas got him because he thought it was funny in the other, Jack has used several sheets of paper, and Dean bends over him.

“Whatcha drawing?” Dean asks, and Jack tries to hide the paper with his tiny arms.

“It’s a secret,” he says. “You have to wait ‘til I'm finished.”

“Okay, okay.” Dean sets the milk down and then sits next to Jack, grabbing a piece of paper of his own. He’s halfway through drawing some sorta-realistic flowers (Cas has a big garden in their backyard that he loves to work in when he’s not, you know, actively dying of the flu), Jack is finished and poking Dean’s arm.

“Look,” Jack says, shoving his drawing at Dean. “I’m just like you, Daddy!”

It’s a drawing of a car, with two stick figures holding clumsily drawn wrenches standing next to it.

“It’s you and me,” Jack adds. “We’re gonna fix the car.” He studies Dean’s face. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, kiddo.” Dean mashes Jack into a hug until Jack wiggles in protest, and then Dean tickles him, getting a laugh out of his son.

Later, while Jack is occupied with choosing between strawberries and blueberries for pancakes, Dean heads upstairs with the aforementioned mug of tea. Cas is sitting up when he gets to their room, with the comforters bunched around him, and he lets out a feeble cough.

“How’s Jack?” Cas asks, gratefully accepting the tea and taking a sip.

“He’s great. We colored.”

“Oh good.” Cas coughs again. “Can you make sure to--”

“Get kale at the farmer’s market? Already on the list.”

“And more honey from--”

“The Turners?”

Cas smiles at him tiredly. “Hopefully later I can--”

“You can sleep later is what you can do. I’ve got this under control.” Dean presses a kiss to his husband’s forehead and turns to leave. “Although Jack and I will bring you breakfast in bed.”

“Can I put in a vote for strawberries?” Cas asks.

“I’ll see what the boss says.” Dean grins and then heads out, gently shutting the door behind him.

So maybe he’s not a morning person, and this isn’t a usual Saturday in the Winchester household.

But sometimes, unusual can be kind of nice.

#DID I RIP OFF THE PLAZA SÉSAMO PART FROM CHILDHOOD MEMORIES WITH MY DAD???? ABSOLUTELY!!! WE DID THAT EVERY SATURDAY MORNING #userstarry #cillabee #flowersforcastag #usershey #offbeatwrites

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Do you guys ever imagine an AU where Richie gets to have a fulfilled career during the 27 years apart from the Losers? Because I haven't been able to think about anything else in the last week.

Most of the Losers get to have that at least. Bill gets to write his books, Bev became a fashion designer, Ben is an architect and while Mike had to stay in Derry he still ends up with a career he enjoys.

Richie (besides Eddie, who obviously belongs into a garage but this post is not about that) is arguably the one who's worst off in chapter two and it made me think, what if that wouldn’t have been the case?

Lets say that just like in the book, Richie wanted to become a ventriloquist when he was a kid.

When he was younger he would try and try and try to get the right technique down but never quite figured out how to throw his voice in a way that made it seem like the puppet in his hands was talking for him.

But that didn't stop Richie from working on his voices some more until they became better and better.

It doesn't change anything about the fact that he grew up on a lot of reruns of Sesame Street and the Muppets, either. The love for these characters never really faded because no matter how old Richie is, he'll always be a kid at heart.

So maybe when he's older he tries to break into the stand up comedy scene in LA after college. And he tries to for a good few years but nothing comes of it. And for a while that sucks because all Richie wants is to make people laugh.

And one night Richie ends up back in his one bedroom apartment after blowing a show really badly. He feels miserable and it turns into that kind of bad night where it feels like he'll never accomplish anything because he's already 27 and he's been trying this comedy thing for over 6 years now but he still plays in the same sh*tty bars for the same sh*t pay and it feels like this is all for nothing. Nothing will ever come of it.

Which is precisely the moment when he stumbles across an old box in his broom closet.

He doesn't notice the town's name that is written on the back in his mum's cursive handwriting but he pulls out an old gonzo plush his parents got him when he was 7.

For a moment he thinks there should be a Big Bird plush accompanying it but he shakes the thought just as quickly as he starts pulling out two more muppet puppets he thinks he bought for himself when he was a teenager and Richie finally starts feeling better again.

So when Mike eventually calls the Losers back to Derry and Richie finds himself questioned by his friends about his life, after over 20 years apart, he tells them that he works in the entertainment industry.

And of course they all joke around because they don’t recognize Richie from anything on tv but that’s okay because if they would that would kinda ruin the purpose of being a puppeteer, now would it.

Because as it turns out, a week after finding that box in his broom closet, Richie stumbled across something else.

A casting call for Sesame Street.

#richie tozier #richie tozier headcanon #I do think that while Richie would be obsessed with the muppets #stan would always be more of a sesame street kid #so that big bird plush that is mentioned belonged to stan #because where baby richie and his gonzo plush went stan and big bird would be too #stan uris #sesame street #the muppets #it headcanon #I don't know if you guys can tell but I think Richie deserves to be happy

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Legacies Rp Meme

“I'm trying to rise above it so let me freaking rise. “

“I just have this feeling that everything is going to work out fine.”

“I don’t have things.”

“everyone has issues of their own that they’re dealing with. We’re all in this together. Every single person here, we look out for each other, so, yeah it’s worth it.”

“I cannot stop thinking about what it felt like to kiss you.”

“I hate that you always see me when I’m weak.”

“We’re not monsters.”

“Bad liars look away when they lie to their kids. Good liars look them straight in the eye.”

“She’d probably kill us if she heard you calling her my girlfriend.”

“I’m more of a dc kid.”

“And not a moment too soon. i’m pretty sure you were about to tell me how babies are made.”

“I never wanted to before because I would have to do it alone, but now I have you. And we makeup our own faction.”

“You have such a big heart. it’s okay to let other people see it.”

“We will win or lose this battle together, no matter what comes next.”

“what if the only difference is just who’s telling the story?”

“the boy I loved has moved on, and I have absolutely no idea what to do next.”

“I’m getting back to me. I am who I am.”

“Toxic masculinity mixed with outdated sports pranks?”

“Except that I can’t handle being around a bunch of strangers right now.”

“Yeah. Uh, don’t worry though. Everyone here is dead.”

“I’m sure it was amazing, but I’d rather not talk right now. Let’s just do anything.”

I’m in. For whatever crazy thing you were about to say.”

“He won’t die! You know sci fi stuff. Help me! How do I kill him?”

““Please keep these two from trying to kill or die for each other.”

“i thought you had something important to tell us.”

“because your drunk. I really need you to focus. this is a matter of life and death.”

“you’re great at riddles. We should probably add fight training to your coursework though.”

”Well, he walked away because he thinks I can’t handle him being human.”

“In a shocking turn of events, I ignored you.”

“You’re always telling me to connect more!”

“thanks so much for the villain monologue.”

“If I need someone to die a lot or be picked on, I know who to call. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean that.”

“said the narcissist.”

“Ah, yes. I did a spell to alter your appearance to turn you into the most vile thing I could imagine.”

“There’s a shelf life on doing the right thing. If you wait too long, it’s just wrong.”

“Funny because I thought it should be the one of us with high level super powers.”

“It feeds on secrets, right? So let me have it.”

“Is it possible to die from a paper cut?”

“I’m assuming you know this symbol.”

“You are literally the only person on the planet who knows that I exist.”

“You’re not seriously suggesting we kill a unicorn.”

“block with your hand.”

“I slept with the damn thing under my pillow.It’s kind of hard to miss.”

“I just have this feeling that everything is going to work out just fine.”

“We’re not in the prison yard, ass hat!”

“I’ll take the cute vampire, I guess.”

“Where do you stand on Ewoks?”

“This is why we don’t trust plans to Muppet babies.”

“I’m unique and special. And for some reason, I’m really emo about it. Wait here while I go sacrifice myself unnecessarily.”

“Nothing that you or I will be proud of so remember this and try to forget what I’m about to do next.”

“well in that case, screw personal growth.”

“I fancy sex with you. The jury’s out on all the rest.”

“So you get to see all of these amazing alternate universes but then eventually everything just resets back to normal and the heroes don’t even remember any of it? Lame!”

“Epic former frenemy reunion is going to have to wait.”

“Ugh, this is a nerdgasm, not a plan.”

“Do I look pretty when I play quarterback?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. We can’t all be born with resting concerned pouty face.”

. I’m worried about what I’m going to wear to my victory rally.”

You’ve multiplied – like gremlins.”

“I’m reading the instructions!”

“I think you’ve got banging… self-esteem.”

“I don’t really drink like that.”

“I’m a terrible detective too, but not half bad at picking locks.”

“Yeah, but in a gentlemanly way.”

“Are we alive? did we win?”

“if that’s supposed to be an apology, it sucks.”

“that time i spent with you the other night was one of the happiest moments of my life.”

“i had the kitchen make these. your favorite: brownies.”

“You told me once- we’re faster, we’re stronger, we’re better. Deep down, they know that. so just be better.”

“I’m still a work in progress, but I’m definitely a better version.”

“do not make me unplug you.”

“My sister has terrible taste in women as it is, but there’s no way that I’m letting her near a cold-blooded killer”

“I am so good at cleaning up your messes and supporting you. It’s almost as if I was written to have no wants or needs of my own.”

“I do not like it when you try to be cool and impress me.”

“more like despair.”

“she who shall not be named.”

“on the plus side, we are happy your single.”

“Oh god, that was my inside voice.”

“go away evil one.”

“did she who shall not be named fat shame me?”

“you can count on my steel.”

“come on, your ruining a perfect moment here.”

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Lost at Sea

Single Dad Spencer x fem reader

Summary: This is kind of a little Christmas-adjacent fluff peice where Spencer is a single dad, completely clueless while Christmas shopping for his daughter. Reader sees him struggling and decides to help, completely unaware of where it will lead them. I imagined him sometime after the show ended, kinda with his somewhat longer curly hair and glasses. This story is completely fluff and I make no apologies.

Well, that was about the third loud huff from the man standing down the isle from me. This one was so loud it blew his hair around a bit, making it even messier. I try to focus on the task at hand, finding the perfect gift for my best friend’s little girl.

Diana was the closest thing I had to a daughter of my own. Despite Anne’s protesting, I took every opportunity to spoil her daughter rotten. The adorable and precocious little girl had me absolutely wrapped around her finger. I have to fight the urge to buy everything I thought would put a smile on her face, my favorite sight in the world.

But now, I was repeatedly distracted by the clearly frustrated man standing next to me, eyeing the girls toy section like it was an enigma. I decide to approach him, but he’s still to lost in his thoughts to notice.

I clear my throat while giving him a light tap on the shoulder.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Oh I didn’t realized you worked here.”

“I don’t.” I smile sweetly at him. “You just look like you’re trying to solve the worlds most challenging puzzle over here.”

He meets my eyes with a sheepish smile, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. I try my best to ignore just how attractive this man is. He’s definitely not available.

“I guess in a way I am. I’m trying to buy a Christmas gift for my daughter. It’s safe to say that I know absolutely nothing about girls. I want it to be absolutely perfect, and I just know whatever I get won’t be half of what she deserves.”

“Well I can help with that. How old is she and what does she like?”

He pushes his glasses up his nose, giving me a moment to ogle just how attractive his hands are.

“Her name is Alice, she’s 5. I know she loves Disney princesses. Ariel is her favorite I think... but even once I narrow it down to that, there is still just so much. Who knew shopping for little girls could be so overwhelming.”

I can’t help but giggle a bit at his helplessness. He starts to laugh along with me.

“I’m Spencer by the way.” I see him hesitate a moment before slowly extending a hand. I look at his extended hand with a slight feeling of guilt, knowing he’ll most likely judge me based on my response.

“Oh I’m sorry I hope you don’t think I’m rude but... I don’t really shake hands. It’s not personal it’s just all the germs. I don’t deal so well with them.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, but I can’t imagine why. Is he actually laughing at me? Seems a bit rude.

“You know I used to be the exact same way. I suppose having a kid has changed me more than I realize sometimes.”

I nod, quietly, knowing I can’t really relate.

“I’m sorry you’re probably really busy. Are you shopping for your daughter too?”

Unsure as to the reason why, I’m suddenly embarrassed to admit that I’m not actually a parent. Just a single loner in their mid-thirties, living vicariously through their best friend and their.

“Oh no, just a friend. I’m more than happy to help you out with Alice. If you want my best ideas though, I’ve got to be honest, a lot of it is online. I can show you the links real quick, I’d you’d like?”

“I feel like this would be easier if we just... Would you like to grab coffee? I know a great place just around the corner. You can show me all your ideas and hopefully we can pick out something for her together.”

Up until this point I didn’t want to make assumptions, but it’s becoming more clear that Spencer is most likely a single dad. I don’t want pry, but I can’t help but wonder what happened to her mom.

I try to hide my excitement at his offer.

“You had me at coffee. And I almost forgot, I’m Y/N!”

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Three hours and several cups of coffee later, I knew a small part of the life story belonging to Spencer Reid. He was an FBI agent, part of a team who hunts down serial killers. A profiler. Or former profiler? He used to work in the field, until he had to raise his daughter alone. He had been fallen hard and fast for someone who left him as soon as another opportunity, or person rather, had presented themselves. They left him a single dad, all alone with his 2 year old daughter, Alice.

Being a single parent, he knew he couldn’t continue a job that put him in harms way on a regular basis. He never had a problem putting his life on the line for others, but Alice had become his number one priority, without question. Switching to a desk job had allowed him to continue as a consult for the team while also teaching at the University.

As I looked over his attire, I couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t quite give off professor vibes at first glance. His cozy maroon sweater and glasses, perhaps. But his curly mop of disheveled hair and goofy grin made him look more like a cuddly muppet character. The more I listen to him talk the more I notice his intelligence. I should have known, given his professions. It didn’t take long to realize he was well out of my league, but he was kind enough to give me the time of day for whatever reason.

I keep drowining in his eyes or getting pulled in by the movement of his hands as he speaks. Listening to his voice is like gently floating down like a river. I don’t even notice when he’s stopped talking.

“What about you?”

“Hmm?” I pull myself out of my daze, trying not to look as enchanted by him as I feel.

“Oh uhh, nothing to tell really.” I shrug, picking up my coffe, hoping he’ll change the subject while I sip on my caramel latte.

“I find that hard to believe. What do you do?”

“I just run a small cafe in town.”

I feel as though hearing about my life is about as interesting as watching water boil, but Spencer could have fooled me. He looks genuinely invested as I tell him about how I earned my bachelors and masters in business management, eventually opening up The Cottage. I didn’t have any experience in the food industry, but my friend Nicole had immediately been on board with the idea of coming on as my cook.

“It sounds wonderful. I’ll definitely have to stop by sometime.” He smiles at me before sipping on the last of his second cup of coffee.

“You’re welcome to bring Alice, only if you want to. And Nicole makes a killer risotto!”

“Of course! ...Oh! I knew we were forgetting something. Alice!”

“The entire reason you asked me here, just a minor detail.” I can’t help but snicker at our absent mindedness, how easy it was to be completely swept away in the tide that was Spencer Reid.

His face fades a bit, though I’m not sure why. He simply nods, folding his hands in his lap.

“Sorry if this is weird but umm... can I see a picture of her? It’s just, well, it might help me to get a better idea. You don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Oh yeah!”He pulls out his wallet, unfolding a long strand of small photos, most of just his daughter, a few featuring him as well.

She was beautiful, brown eyed girl with soft, brown locks. She clearly had her fathers curly hair and soft, doe eyes. If it wasn’t obvious from the way he spoke about her, the pictures made it incredibly apparent that this girl was his whole world. Pure joy radiated from the photo of the two of them. I look up to to see the exact same look on his face, with a smile so big that his eyes crinkle.

That is the moment I knew he had me. I would follow this man anywhere, this adorable dad I had met on the toy isle only hours ago. The photos made it evident that she was just as crazy about him. It was almost too adorable for my heart to handle.

I take a deep breath before meeting his gaze, which is much closer now as we lean in over the table to look at the pictures.

“She’s beautiful.”

He looks down at the photos again with glassy eyes. “I know.”

He clears his throat and scoots back into his seat.

“So what did you have in mind?”

“Well, I have seen this online story that makes really pretty hand-made dresses that mimic the ones of each Disney Princess. Maybe a couple of her favorites? They also make knit blankets that look like mermaid tales. Or maybe a stuffed animal of one of her favorite characters? What little kid doesn’t like stuffed animals, right?”

Spencer nods along, absorbing all the suggestions I throw his way. After awhile, I help him settle on ordering a few we both like.

“I can’t wait to give these to her! She always loves Christmas morning. We open presents together and eat the cookies we made the night before while binging as many Christmas movies as possible.”

There was that smile again, the one he got when he talked about her. I wonder if she knows how lucky she is to have a dad that cares so much.

I can’t help but smile as well at the thought, which he quickly interrupted with “So what are your Christmas plans?”

I feel myself turning slightly red at the embarrassment of having to admit that I have none. Nothing much that is.

I shrug, hoping he won’t ask any more about it.

“Do you get to see your family?”

And there it was. The question I was desperately hoping to avoid. I know my inability to meet his gaze and consistent pulling at my fingers would be a dead give away of my uncertainty about speaking on the subject. I search for the best way to answer without seeming like I’m overcome with self pity. To be fair, I wasn’t. I didn’t mind spending the holidays alone. Not anymore. I had grown comfortable with the silence and comfort that comes from living alone.

The soft crackling of the fire, a fuzzy blanket, and a warm cup of hot chocolate had become my closest companions of each winter season. I spent many evenings curled up by the window, watching the snow dust the city as soft music flowed through my drafty, top floor apartment. Sometimes I’d dance and twirl around in my pajamas and socks, slipping and sliding on the wood floors. So yes, it was safe to say I truly enjoyed the time I spent getting to know myself.

“I uh, they’re not really around anymore. I was adopted by my parents when I was still a baby. They didn’t have any family but each other and then, well, me. I lost them to a car crash a few years back.”

I can tell he’s listening, but the one thing I always expect to see isn’t there. Pity. Instead I see kindness and understanding, and my heart welcomes it fully.

“Nicole is on vacation with her family for the holidays so it’s just me. I’m pretty used to it though, I make my own fun.” I give him smile to reinforce my point.

His eyes glaze over and I can tell I’ve lost him to a deep thought, as I see the gears turning in his head. He opens his mouth to speak before closing it again, and finally spouting out: “Come have dinner with us. On Christmas Eve.”

I had half expected a pity invite. A “why don’t you”. A “would you like to”. But Spencer hadn’t asked me. He had told me, in a way that left no room for arguing. I could tell he wasn’t going to budge on the matter. Whether it was the insistent but kind tone or the seriousness in his eyes, I don’t know. But I knew there was no use in fighting it. Not just the invitation, but the feelings quickly flooding my heart. Spencer Reid was like a fast approaching storm, but I didn’t want to outrun the rain. I wanted to dance in it, drenched in the downpour.

And that’s exactly what I did. As soon as I saw the look on his face when I said yes, it crashed over me like a wave, leaving me breathless and lost in the sea of my emotions.

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