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who... are you...?? space angel princess, maybe? i must find out
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Firsts V
Hardersson x Baby!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: Your first steps
There's something about your little family that makes Magda feel soft.
She isn't soft. Not really.
She's one of the best defenders in the world. She's intimidating and scary and people falter when she glared at them.
But here, in Germany, she isn't any of those things.
In Germany, she's lying on the sofa with Pernille on top of her, trading soft kisses while something random plays on the tv. You're sitting in front of them, banging some blocks together aimlessly.
You babble some half-words and Magda knows that you're very close to forming your first words soon. You grunt a little bit before deciding to taste your blocks.
Magda laughs. "Does that wood taste nice?" She teases and you turn to look at her.
You grunt at her again, before throwing your block over to where your girl-swan and girl-moose are sat further away.
"Oh!" Magda says," Did it not taste nice then?"
You hum, shuffling across the floor to where your stuffed animals await you.
Magda winces. "Does she have to do that?"
You shuffle more furiously on your bum to your other toys.
"She's happy," Pernille laughs.
"But..." Magda watches as you smash your moose and swan together. "She can crawl..."
"And she wants to bum shuffle," Pernille replies," She can crawl and she can bum shuffle. She tends to crawl more at training."
Magda pouts, something truly pathetic for such an intimidating Chelsea player to have on her face. "I want to see her crawl too."
She doesn't get to see you crawl often. When she comes over to Germany, you like to be carried and when you're put down, all you seem to do is bum shuffle your away around the apartment.
You giggle from across the room as you smash your toys together again.
"She's being violent, Pernille," Magda says.
"She's making them kiss," Pernille replies, glancing over at you.
"Really?"
"Yes," Pernille assures her with a little laugh," Princesse!"
You turn to look at her, halting your playing.
"Can you show me how your toys kiss?"
Your head bobs up and down and you smash your toys together again.
"Good job, princesse!" She says before grinning at Magda. "See, she's just aggressively affectionate."
"Aggressively affectionate?" Magda laughs," Is that we're calling it?"
"I think it's sweet."
Magda rolls her eyes, dipping her head down to press her lips against Pernille's. Pernille kisses back until suddenly they're trading lazy pecks back and forth as they cuddle together.
You turn your head to look at them both.
Whenever Morsa comes to visit, she's very cuddly with you and Momma. Today is no different.
She flew in last night when you were already asleep so today is a calm day at home. That's what usually happens.
The day after Morsa flies in, there's a chill day where you do nothing but stay at home and then the day after, you will all go out and do something together.
Most of the time it's the park and Morsa will push you on the swings and help you feed the ducks.
But that's for tomorrow.
Today is for kisses and snuggles.
Momma and Morsa have gotten started without you. That was okay at first when you were still playing with your toys but you're done now and want to be included.
You whine a little but neither notice you.
With Morsa home, you don't really need to use your legs because she likes to carry you everywhere.
You raise your arms for uppies but no one comes for you.
You huff.
You don't want to have to shuffle over because it makes a silly noise and you would prefer to be picked up.
It's a little annoying and you force yourself to your feet.
You've stood before at training, holding Caro's hands even as she glanced around the room in horror at being responsible for you.
So, you've had practice at standing so you stand now.
Momma and Morsa are still taking up all your kisses.
You want kisses too.
One foot comes down in front of the other until you're standing in front of them both.
Somewhere along the way, they've stopped kissing to watch but you're just very happy to get your own cuddles and kisses to really care.
"Did she just...?"
"Yeah." Magda's face splits into a grin. "Look at you, princesse!" She grabs you, fluidly pulling you into her arms. "Walking already!"
Kisses are littered over your face and you giggle, kicking out your little legs in happiness.
Pernille stays frozen for a while before she's taking you from Magda's arms and placing you back down further away.
You frown.
You're pretty sure you've already earnt your kisses.
"Come on," Pernille says to you, a camera in one hand," Do it again. Do it again, princesse!"
You place one shaky leg in front of the other as you toddle right back into her arms.
"Look at you," She coos," Such a big girl."
"I think this calls for cake," Magda says and you perk up.
You know that word.
"You want cake?"
Your head bobs up and down.
"Let's get cake."
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OMG IM SO NERVOUS KDJSB
but like imagine hiro with an s/o who loves to collect random stuff or like picks up rocks and gives them to hiro and is like “here this rock reminded me of you” ODMSJSHHA
i absolutely adore this ask! it might just be because i do the same thing but i’m really excited to write it. I’m so so so sorry for the delay, i had surgery in july and have been recovering since then, plus the Anniversary was last month. (yes that's a long time but please cut me some slack I have been doing my best) anyways i hope you like it! because its been so long since i started it, i wrote it a little differently than usual. it's like a little collection of moments.
also! not only do I now have an ao3, but i also have a taglist! both are linked in my navigation.
Word count: A little over 1k :)
Warnings: Big Hero Six: The Series lore thrown in (Bessie is a meteorite bear, yes it is as weird as it sounds). We are going to pretend I payed for my own matcha ice cream and know how much it was. San Fransokyo cable cars are officially Not That Expensive because I said so. i apparently really like the word intertwine
"I'm back!" You exclaim, sitting down on Hiro's bed to look at him. He was still in the same position as when you had left, staring blankly at his computer screen, he had been trying to fix something on Baymax's suit and you could tell by his slumped posture he hadn't succeeded yet. He brightens up at your voice, and rolls his chair around to face you.
"How was your adventure into the woods?" He asks, pressing the save button on his document.
"Your phrasing makes it sound like there was a seventy percent chance that I would have dropped dead as soon as I heard a bird that isn't a pigeon."
"There's moose, mosquitos, and Bessie in those woods Y/N. I'd say eighty."
"Bessie likes me Hiro. Because I appreciate nature while you would rather wither away staring at a screen."
"Bessie doesn't like anyone. She's a bear."
"A bear that likes me." You retort, laughing at his expression. "Oh! I got you something!" You rummage in your bag and pull out a rock. "Its shaped like Mochi!"
"So a round rock." Hiro says and you gasp, cupping your hands around Mochi's ears, who had taken up residence on your lap almost as soon as you had sat down on the bed.
"Don't listen to him Mochi you are perfectly cat shaped." You coo at the cat who meows smugly in response.
Hiro takes the rock from where it lay on the bed, you had abandoned it in favor of the real Mochi, turning it over in his hands. You're right, he admits to himself, it does look uncannily like Mochi, even having discoloration where he has his patches. He moves his gaze to you and smiles, setting rock Mochi down on his desk.
"You know that ice cream place you've been wanting to go to? The one with matcha ice cream?"
You lift your head from your fussing over Mochi at his voice and smile back at him. "Yeah?"
He responds by standing up and pulling a ten dollar bill out of his pant pocket, then intertwining your fingers and pulling you up off the bed.
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"Hi." You say intertwining your arms around Hiro's shoulders. He's sitting in his chair playing video games with Fred, and you're leaning against the back of the chair.
"Hi." He replies, as you rest your head where his neck meets his shoulder. You stay like that for a bit until his character dies and he disconnects the call, much to Freds chagrin if the whining from Hiro's speakers is anything to go by. He then spins his chair around so you are face to face.
"Hi." He repeats watching as your face brightens in remembrance.
"Oh! I have something for you." You pull a dark feather out of your pocket, smoothing it out before handing it to him. "It reminded me of you."
"A feather reminded you of me?" He says as he turns over in his hands.
"Yeah! It's the exact color of your hair."
"I don't think my hair is this pretty in the light though." He's twisting the feather through a sun beam, watching as the hidden iridescent colors are showcased. He turns suddenly, and places it with the Mochi rock, a patterned paper crane, and a few other items.
He turns back to you and opens his arms, you accept the offer for a hug almost immediately, resting your head back on where his neck meets his shoulder.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
Your hands rake through the smooth quartz, and you turn a couple over in your hand before moving on to a different plastic box of crystals. You stop when you've chosen one and risk a glance over at Hiro. He is looking at the things you had handed him, the things that you picked out for yourself, this particular crystal is for him though, and you have to somehow pay for it without him noticing. Curling your hand into a fist to hide it, you tug on Hiro's jacket.
"I've found everything I need." You say smiling at him, he nods and leads the way to the cashier, placing your things on the counter, and reaching for his wallet.
"You paid for the food, I can pay for my things." He pauses.
"You sure?"
"Yeah." You wait until he's looking at what they have set up next to the counter to add the crystal to your other things, making eye contact with the cashier and then flicking your eyes over to your boyfriend. She seems to have caught your message, and wraps the crystal in tissue paper, along with a couple of the more delicate items.
"Would you like a bag?" She asks
"Yes please." You take the bag from her and intertwine your fingers with Hiro's, leading the both of you out of the shop and onto the streets of San Fransokyo.
"Where should we go next?" He asks you, bringing you closer to him by tugging on your hand, then lifting your joined hands and pressing a kiss to the back of yours.
"Hm." Your eyes scan the street you and Hiro are on, and your eyes light up at a banner that showcases the aquariums deep sea exhibit. You gasp, and turn to look at Hiro.
"You want to go the the aquarium?" He asks before you can say anything, and you nod enthusiastically. Luckily there's a cable car stop just up ahead, and you both sit on the bench as you wait. Hiro takes a drink of his water and you dig around in your bag to find his gift.
"I have something for you." You say. Hiro finishes zipping up his backpack and turns to look at you. You hand him the wrapped crystal and he unwraps it, turning the smooth rock over in his palm, and reading the little card that came with it.
"Did you get this at the shop we were just at?" He asks, a slight laugh to his tone.
"Yes." You grin at him and more of a laugh makes its way into his voice.
"I love it." He slips it into one of his backpack pockets and intertwines your fingers once more, resting his head on yours.
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@oyasumimosura your hiro fic is on my list but here's something in the meantime
#big hero six#hiro hamada#hiro hamada x reader#hiro x reader#tadashi hamada#bh6 hiro#big hero 6 x reader#big hero 6#baymax#san fransokyo#hiro imagine
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Into the Woods (And Out of the Woods?) (Reader x Fae)
Title: Into the Woods (And Out of the Woods?) (Reader x Fae)
Synopsis: You wandered a little too deep in the woods. A little too far away from human civilization, and a little too close to something else.
Word Count: 2850
notes: yandere-vibes
You loved the woods.
You loved the woods behind your house, those childhood woods that held memories and secrets and moments that defined you as a person. The time you and your friends cut your palms and rubbed your blood together in a secret pact; the time you got lost and your mother found you, and the smell of her perfume filling your nose when she hugged you so tight you couldn’t breathe; the giggles and whispers as you imagined you were hunting for fairies in those childhood green, wild spaces.
When you were younger, you used to swear you did see a fairy in the woods once. For real. Not just your imagination, or the secret wish of your heart--but a real-life sighting of something that shouldn’t exist but did.
Only it wasn’t a pretty little thing wearing a flower dress, sporting two gauzy pink wings that shed glitter. It was something small, and sharp, with dark eyes that glittered with greed. But greed for what, you couldn’t say. Not then. Not when you were so young.
It had beckoned to you. And for a moment, a horrible, terrible moment, you almost went forward. But you looked down. And there, right where you would have stepped, was a ring of mushrooms. A fairy ring. You knew it for what it was then, because like any child who lived half their life in the woods and sometimes pretended to see fairies, you’d checked out every book the library had on them. And one of the things they did, said the books, was trap humans with fairy circles. If you stepped in one, they’d make you dance. Maybe until you were dead. Maybe not.
You didn’t take the chance. Instead, you’d whirled, and ran. And did it laugh when you ran, heart pounding, breath sharp and cold? It must have.
Your friends didn’t believe you, your family didn’t believe you. In time, the surefire nature of the memory faded, and you thought you must have imagined it as well.
While your love for playing pretend in the woods faded, your love for the actual woods never went away..
Perhaps you loved the way it was like an exaggerated, magnified version of your childhood. Adventure, but amplified. More real. You couldn’t run for 15 minutes and make it back home in those parks, no. You could run for hours and still be faced with nothing but trees in any direction.
Those enormous, expansive patches of nature where you might run into a bear or a moose or simply no one at all for miles and miles and miles. The world seemed freer, there. Free from the noise and stress, free from exhaust pipes backing up into your face, from trucks rattling down the roads, from people shouting on the street.
As soon as you were able, you began to travel the world. National parks and campgrounds and any wild, natural space you might be able to squeeze yourself into. You wanted to experience the world for what it ought to be; with air that smelled of pine and dirt and raw animals. With waterfalls that pounded in the middle of a forest clearing, and not in front of a kitschy mall restaurant.
Is it any surprise that you began to venture farther and farther off the beaten track? National parks were certainly thrilling if you managed to get far enough away from the tourists, but they were still managed. They were still watched.
And you? You wanted to be alone in these beautiful spaces.
That’s how you ended up here, in these woods. These wild, wild woods, that were not registered to any park or government agency or campground with a rule list a mile long. They weren’t untouched, of course. Other nature-lovers had made their way into them--you could see the remnants of bolt-cutters on the repaired fence, right before you broke the chains with your own pair. But they were untouched enough that it was extremely unlikely that you would run into anyone.
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Every hair on your body was standing on end.
The birds, which had been chirping ferociously all morning, had gone quiet with a suddenness that made your heart thump hard in your chest.
And at that same moment, you felt it. The unmistakable sensation of being watched. It was something you’d felt often, in the woods. And why wouldn’t you? There were plenty of animals here. Some dangerous, some not. They were bound to stumble on you sooner or later. That was why you kept bear mace latched to your hip and a knife ready on the other side; though you hoped you wouldn’t ever need to take your chances in a knife fight with a bear.
It was clear, though. There was something here.
But what? You glanced around, eyes wary and experienced, looking for signs of bears or mountain lions or wolves; or even something smaller, like a fox. Though, you imagined, foxes weren’t enough to make an entire clearing-worth of birds suddenly find themselves mum.
There was nothing. No signs. No rustling of the leaves. No huffing of breath, no stink of fur. No predator that finally leaped out of the bushes and thrust you into the fight of your life. There was nothing but the silence of the birds, and the awful, cold creeping feeling that something was watching you.
If it wasn’t a bear or wolf or anything you’d come across in your travels before, then…
What was out there?
“Hello.”
You screamed. An honest-to-goodness scream from your chest, shrill and impulsive and utterly terrified. You whirled at the same time, and your hands fumbled stupidly for your knife.
You were met with the sight of a young man, with fair-hair and dark eyes and long, thin limbs. There was something off about him. You could see that right away. Something a bit too thin, a bit too stretched, a bit too… something. There was an odd sheen to his skin, almost green. It didn’t make him look sick, though. It made him look like he was born out of the forest itself.
Maybe he was a mirage. Maybe you’d psyched yourself up into thinking something was out there, and being alone for so long, camping, with only yourself to keep company…
He raised his eyebrows as you stared at him and reasoned with yourself that he might not be real, after all.
“Hello,” he repeated. He didn’t cup his hands over his mouth or wave at you or smile apologetically for scaring you. Instead, he simply stared, as he had been staring, and repeated his greeting.
He really was there.
“H…Hello,” you managed, hand still on the hilt of your knife. You were experienced, you were wary--and you weren’t stupid. “I didn’t hear you coming.”
And you didn’t, which was the strangest thing. He should have made some noise. The rattle of bear spray against his jacket. But he wasn’t wearing one. Instead, he wore a half-open shirt that was far too gauzy and thin for the weather. Okay. If not that, then, you should have heard the jingling of bells on his backpack--but oh, now you noticed, he didn’t have one at all.
Well, the crunch of the ground underfoot, then. Surely. But when you glance down, you realize he’s not wearing shoes.
Maybe he lived in the woods, and you were encroaching on his territory. That didn’t bode well. Anyone living out here, off the grid, in any type of permanent situation… he might be hiding from the law. Or something else.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” you said, keeping your voice sweet and airy; it was hardly any trouble, considering how breathless you felt. “I’ll be going now.”
He stepped forward.
His feet, you realized, were not only bare--they were perfectly clean. And like the rest of him, they had the strangest of shimmers. Almost green, almost like nature itself was squirming under his skin.
“Oh, don’t go,” he said, tone becoming thinner, almost petulant. “Did I scare you?”
“No,” you said, lying through your teeth. “I’d just like to go.”
“Please stay,” he said, wheedling. He had a thin smile on his face, and he just kept walking, step by step. But there was no sound underneath his feet. There should have been. He walked over leaves and branches. Yet there was nothing at all.
“You can come with me,” he said. “Why don’t you?”
Your stomach twisted and your mind felt strangely blank as you tried to process the situation and make a decision. Should you run? But you got the idea, if you ran, that you might be lost in a way that was impossible to fix. You don’t know why you thought that, but you did, and it kept your legs from simply sprinting.
He was close now. And when you looked up in his eyes, you suddenly felt childhood squirming its way out of your heart and pushing past your ribs.
Because his eyes. His eyes. They were dark and deep and just like the eyes of that thing you saw so long ago. The thing you swore was real, before everyone--and time--convinced you otherwise.
The thing that beckoned you to follow.
“What is your name?” He asked.
And you knew, fully and completely. You knew he wasn’t human. You knew that these woods were like the woods of your childhood, where secret and dark things loved to dwell. Only you couldn’t run home, because home was too far; only mom couldn’t come get you, because your mother was dead.
You could drag up those childhood books, the pages with ribbon bookmarks and paintings of fairies, young and old, dark and kindly, dangerous and mischievous. What did the books say to do, when you were confronted by a fairy? Don’t thank them, don’t apologize, don’t… give them your name.
“I won’t give you my name,” you said.
He quirked his head at you, a little jerkily.
“Why not?”
“You can trap me, if you have my name.” You thought about that thing in the woods so long ago, and the fairy ring. You glanced down then, making sure there wasn’t one laying about.
And ridiculously, you thought: When I get out of here, I am going to write my childhood library a note, thanking them for their service.
He laughed. It was a beautiful sound, like wind chimes. It made you want to come closer to him, but you forced yourself to stay put.
“How smart you are,” he cooed. “How wise, how brave…”
He was handsome, and the words came out thick and sweet. Honey.
Something in you flushed at the praise, despite yourself. Yes, well, you were smart, weren’t you? You didn’t fall for his traps. You weren’t pulled in, unwary, by the sweetness of his face or the depth of his gaze. You were wise, and brave, brave because you didn’t simply bolt into a run. If you had run, you thought, you probably would have ended up lost entirely.
“Your mother would be proud, if she were alive,” he continued, in that same sweet tone. But at his words, you froze.
Your mother was dead. And he knew. Did he guess? Or did he know, somehow, some innate ability to understand you in ways a stranger shouldn’t?
“I…” you said, hesitating. “I guess she would. I hope she would be.”
You took a step back. You thought about your knife, or your bear spray--but what good would that do, if he was something else?
“Oh, yes,” he agreed, drawing himself nearer. At the sight of your anxious furrowed brow, he held up his hands, and slowly lowered himself onto a tree stump several feet away. “I only wish to sit near you, honeybee, and rest my legs. Is that what your mother called you? Honeybee?”
You shook your head and couldn’t help but smile, just a little. “No, she never called me that.”
He tapped his lips in playful thought. “Let me guess! I like guessing games.” He kicked his legs a little, and your mind couldn’t help but wander to childhood fairy tales in gold-pressed pages. Fairies, those books always said, loved games.
“I really should be going.” Yet a smile was on your lips even as you protested. He really was quite silly. You tried, for a moment, to imagine him making someone dance to death. Or stealing away their youth, or exchanging their baby and whisking away a human in its place, or all the other dark-edged things people said fairies did. It was hard to do.
“Oh, just stay for a moment, lamb.” His expression brightened, as if he’d just gotten the most wonderful idea. “That’s it, isn’t it? Lamb! She called you lamb.”
You grinned and shook your head. “No, that isn’t even close.”
He pouted. An honest-to-goodness pout. He cupped his chin with his hand and hummed. “Let me think… sweetie? Pumpkin? Dreamer? Doll?”
You shook your head again, and again, and again, and again
“I wasn’t much of a dreamer when I was little.” You bit the inside of your cheek. “Or a doll.”
He regarded you with a smile that looked a little sad. “You’re a dreamer now, aren’t you, dove?” He clapped his hands. “Ah! Is that it? Did she call you dove? Little dove? Sweet dove?”
“No,” you said, with some wistfulness in your tone. “She didn’t like birds.” And it was true. You remembered, vaguely, that she’d been attacked by one as a child and the fear stuck right through adulthood.
He quirked his head to the side, and it was such a cute gesture that you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, yes!” And he sat so primly and listened intently to your recounting of your mother’s childhood Bird Incident, which must have been nothing to him, really. But he listened and laughed, all the same. And it felt nice. It made you feel like perhaps it wasn’t so bad, to sit here and talk with him, after all. Maybe you’d read him wrong. Maybe you’d been paranoid. What would he want with you, anyway? And it wasn’t like he could take you, not without you making some terrible mistake.
And you weren’t going to do something like that.
“I liked that story,” he said, a kind smile on his face. “It makes you smile when you talk about your mother. I much prefer that expression on you, my dumpling.” Then his back straightened. “That’s it!” he said, with a note of purring triumph in his voice. It made you think about the queen who guessed the name of the strange man who spun her straw into gold in exchange for a ring, a necklace--and then her first born child. “That must be what she called you. Dumpling. I’m right. Oh,” he looked up at you with an expression of almost pathetic joy. “Tell me I’m right!”
“No,” you said, murmuring, thinking of your mother’s long-gone smile and the dusty smell of her rose perfume and everything else that went with her when she died. “Not that, either.”
Maybe it was all her memories stirred up in her heart, maybe it was the sight of his pitiful pout, as if he’d truly thought he was going to guess right this time. You don’t know what it was, exactly. But you continued.
“She didn’t like nicknames. She just called me…” And your name spilled from your lips, thoughtless and unthinking.
You didn’t realize what you’d done until he grinned.
And oh, how he grinned. How his pitiful pout turned into something like a satisfied knife. He grinned a beautiful smile with teeth that sharpened at the edges. Teeth that might rip through human flesh, hungry and soiled red. Teeth that might graze the edge of a delicate neck, giving the body underneath it goosebumps, as hands and lips wander.
Teeth that caught your eye now, as he approached.
You should run. The thought hummed through you, but didn’t matter. You couldn’t run. Because the moment he grinned, you felt your body growing heavy and tired. Your eyes blinked, desperate to stay away, desperate to leave. But you could do nothing but stand, almost swaying, as he pulled you into his arms and drew you close.
“No,” you whimpered, feeling both young and stupid all in one terrible blow. “I didn’t--I didn’t mean to. You tricked me… You tricked--”
He hushed you, lithe fingers brushing over your lips, cheeks, feeling your skin, your hair, everything that you were.
He said your name. It sounded sweet and rich in his mouth. Like he owned it and planned to keep it in a velvet box in his pocket.
“If that was what your mother called you,” he whispered, lips pressed against your clammy skin. “Then that is what I shall call you, too.”
Weightless, you could not protest.
You could do nothing but feel your eyelids growing impossibly heavy as the world around you turned sideways and shifted, until you didn’t know where you were--or how you would ever get back.
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Raggedy Ann and Andy's First Slumber Party
A Raggedy Ann and Andy age regression fanfic by me!
Let me know if I should add trigger warnings! I'm not used to posting my writing
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Marcella is invited to a slumber party at her classmate's house to celebrate a set of twins' birthdays. She brings Ann and Andy to play/sleep with cuz it's her first sleepover. Ann is super excited but Andy hasn't been out of the house besides they're adventures in the deep dark woods so he's a bit nervous. He'd never admit it to anyone but Ann tho.
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The first few hours of the sleepover went by quickly, Marcella set them both up at her sleeping bag by her pillow and went off to play with the other kids outside. This gave the two twin dollies a chance to meet the other kid's stuffed friends. They met a huge stuffed moose named Sammy, a plush cockatiel named Charlie who spoke in squeeks, a small cat full of plastic pellets named Fiona, and a stuffed dog named Frenchie. Ann was having such a great time meeting these new friends, Andy was doing his best to be friendly but he was having a hard time acclimating to the new environment. Something about this whole outing made his stuffing turn, he decided he would stick close to Ann. Purely so he could protect her if something happened, or at least, that's what he told himself.
After supper and cake all the kids rushed into the bedroom to grab their respective toys and bring them all to the birthday twin's shared playroom. It was a large bright room seemingly split through the middle between the two twins. One side felt similar to the nursery back home and the other was decorated with superheroes, zombies, even wrestlers. 'Great more toys to meet!' the ragdoll twins both thought with very different sentiments.
It was all going fine as the children played. Marcella was playing with the twin dollies, having a pretty fun time until one of the boys took Andy from Marcella's hand. It took all his effort not to come to life and rush back to his kid and sister. He was brought to the boyish side of the play room. There was almost a conflict between the children but then a woman came in to say it was time for a movie. The boy holding him tossed him back to Marcella and dashed out the door in a rush to find the best spot for movie watching, much of the other children followed suit. Marcella gave Andy a big hug before setting him down next to Ann and leaving the room. Once every toy was sure that no one would be coming back to the playroom the toys came to life once more.
"Oh Andy! Are you okay?" Ann exclaimed as she hugged her brother and checked a few of his more fragile stitches. Andy was struggling internally, it felt like this slumber party was only going to get worse and all he really wanted was for Ann to cuddle him and tell him it'll be okay. That they would be home soon. But he couldn't admit that out loud, not with all these new toys around that could judge him for being 'too soft'. Before he could get a word out to his sister a teddy bear approached the twin dollies. Andy stood behind his sister and held onto the loose sleeve of her dress.
"Looks like you got snagged by Michal, are you alright? No stitches popped" the bear asked kindly, "My name is Freddy, welcome to the play room! I'm sorry some of our kids play a bit rough" The bear, Freddy, seemed friendly. Andy nodded.
"That's one way to put it, who just grabs a toy out of another kid's hands at this age?" Andy asked halfheartedly. "Anyways I'm fine, thanks." Andy looks away, he didn't want to make nice with Freddy- or any of these other toys- he wanted to go home. Ann could sense the tension building in her brother and tried her best to keep the peace.
"oh- Andrew" she jabs playfully "Don't mind him, he's just grumpy. My name is Ann, it's nice to meet you Freddy! Your playroom is so nice! Much bigger than Marcella's nursery back home!" She and Freddy shook hands and began talking about... something. Andy wasn't paying attention. He decided he didn't want to be a part of this conversation anymore and walked off. He found a spot next to some building blocks that looked nice and sat down to settle himself.
He didn't like any of this, that much was obvious. He could feel a fuzziness creeping up in the corners of him mind, his regression. He really didn't want to do that here, not around toys he didn't know. Just the thought of it upset him. But he also thought about what Ann said, was he really being that grumpy? Was that his only two options? Grumpy or regressing? No, he needed to make some friends. He could have a good time here, just look at how great Ann is at making new friends! He decided, the next toy he sees he will try to befriend.
Not two seconds later an action figure came out of nowhere, crashing through the small tower made of blocks he was sitting by. He was a bit shorter than Andy was and he had a wrestling outfit on. 'oh sweet! a boys toy I could be friends with!' Andy puffed up his chest as he waited for the wrestler to get up and out of the tower's remains.
"that was wicked!!!" The action figure pops up yelling, facing a whole group of other figures. The wrestler ran back to the group and Andy followed.
"Hey guys, I'm Andy!" He put on a smile and held out his hand for a handshake like he's seen his sister do thousands of times before. The figures seemed to not notice him so he cleared his throat of any loose stuffing and tried again. "Hey guys, that was super cool! What games do you like to play?" A few of the plastic toys gave Andy the side eye and the toy in the middle of the crowd, a slightly taller toy with a removable biker helmet and molded on leather jacket and ripped jeans, approached Andy like he was bothered by having to look at the ragdoll.
"What do you want, Plush-Boy? We're busy." The dude said. "The tea party is that way, Doll" he pointed to where Ann and a group of other toys were playing a bored game. Andy was confused but tried his best to put on a genuine smile and he held out his hand again for a handshake.
"My name's Andy, what are you busy with? Maybe I could lend a hand?" The biker looked at Andy's hand and shook it. His mates behind him seemed surprised at this.
"No. You can't. You're far too soft for our stunts. You'll pop a stitch. Now get out of here and go back to the girls toy side." He said as if he were talking about something as mundane as the weather. The other figure behind him snickered and chuckled as they watched Andrew stammering.
"Hey- wait a minute! I'm no girls toy! I can do anything you guys can and probably better too." Andy defended himself, he didn't like being considered weak. Especially not by these... these hoodlums!
"Sure mate, you'll notice though.. none of us are wearing lipstick and mascara." The biker pointed out the stitching on Andy's face that looked like make-up. His goonies behind him were agreeing and exchanging high-fives as they laughed at the ragdoll. Before they could say anything else to him, Andy ran away.
He ran to his sister who was playing a board game, snakes and ladders, one of his favorites. He didn't ask to play though, he sat silently next to Ann and resigned himself to watching her play. He could still hear them across the room, he's sure if he looked they'd be laughing and pointing at him. It took all of his strength not to cry. He dug around in his overalls pocket for his paper flower, something that always made him feel less alone, upon finding it he put it safely in his lap. He smoothed out some of the crinkles in the petals, smiling sadly and humming quietly to himself. He hummed the song he and Ann always sung when one or both of them were feeling down, Candy Hearts and Paper Flowers. He was thankful for the ambient noise of the room so no one else could hear him. Or at least that's what he thought.
He was so deep in his own world he got startled when he felt Ann's arm wrap around his shoulders in a side-hug. After the initial scare he melted into his sister's embrace, leaning his head against her and closing his eyes. She leaned her head atop of his and they stayed like that until it was Ann's turn to play. She had to scoot forwards a bit and played one handed as she held Andy's hand. Andy paid more attention to the board and saw that the moose they met earlier had just won. They were all chatting and setting up for another round. As they were all ready to start Ann looked at him holding the two dice.
"Do you want to roll for me Andy? I could use some good luck," She asked with her perpetually kind smile. Andy nodded excitedly and rolled them, then Ann moved their piece. As the game went on it became more obvious to Ann that her brother had regressed, she wondered if he even realized it. Soon they were reaching the end of the game, it was what could be their last turn. Ann had to suppress a giggle when she saw just how seriously Andy was taking it. He shook the dice with both his hands before dropping them on the board, leaning in close to read what the numbers were. Three and five. Everyone else who saw had already put together the simple addition but waited for Andy. He counted the dots on the dice carefully. Eight.
"Annie!!! It's eight!! That's what we needed right?!" He spoke louder than he meant to in his excitement. Everyone at that board knew it was but we're playing like they didn't know so Andy could figure it out.
"Oh well, I just don't know Andy. Let's check!" So the two of them counted each pace with the player piece. The look on Andy's face when he realized they'd won was priceless. He was smiling ear to ear and got a few kind words from the other toys playing. He looked back at his big sister and she ruffled his hair through his hat. "See Andy? I knew you'd be good luck!" The boy beamed with pride, maybe this slumber party wasn't as bad as he thought!
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WROTE A WHOLE LOT HERE AND THEN WAS DUM AND LOST IT ALL SO HERES THE CLIFF NOTES
I enjoyed writing this and I am inexperienced at writing so call me out if you find it necessary
If you know me IRL the stuffies that are named are mine, some of them are also my roommates
I really just wanted an excuse to write some hurt comfort, sue me.
If I find inspiration I might write more :)
I friggin love these guys :)))))
Tag list take two! (Thank you to everyone who liked or commented or reblogged my original post, it kept me motivated to write past what I originally thought I would!)
@grauntiemotersblog <= my roomie/bestie/spouse
@bihexualandferal
@aew-kun-age-regression
@zea-es-arts
@xxbunnyxbabyxx
@babybard
@morgan-bug
@cottoncandyfreckles
#agere raggedy Ann and Andy#raggedy ann and andy agere#agere fandom#fandom agere#Raggedy Ann and Andy fanfic#agere fanfic#age regressor andy#big sister ann#sfw agere#age regression#agere community#agere#life of ghost#agere little#agere boy#safe agere#let me know if i need to change anything!#let me know if i need to tag anything else#ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#this took a forever and a half#writting of ghost#thoughs of ghost#ghostly ramblings
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i have made an important discovery. the gangsey and the backyardigans are the SAME. like i’m entirely convinced that maggie watched the show and was like yeah i could write a book about that
here are the Literal character descriptions from wikipedia:
— blue:
“Uniqua is a pink-spotted creature who is curious, self-confident, and adventurous. She likes to tell jokes and make her friends laugh. She wears pink, polka-dotted overalls and has a pair of swirled antenna on top of her head. She usually imagines herself having roles that require brains and courage, such as a scientist or pirate captain. She is the only main character to appear in every episode.”
— gansey:
“Pablo is high-strung, frenetic, and tends to overreact. He wears a blue bow tie and a propeller beanie. Due to his energy and impetuousness, he often goes into a "panic attack" when he faces an obstacle, running around in circles and telling everyone not to worry until someone gets his attention by calling his name three times. Pablo's panic attacks became less prominent after Season 1, though in the later episode "The Flipper!", his propensity for getting overexcited is the main plot point.”
— ronan:
“Tyrone is a red-haired orange moose who is laid-back and cool-headed. He wears a red and blue striped shirt. He is best friends with Pablo, and he is almost the complete opposite of Pablo in terms of personality, with his calm and easy going character. Tyrone is known for his sarcastic comments, one of them being ‘That certainly was convenient.’”
— adam:
“Tasha is a strong-willed yellow hippopotamus who is rational, skeptical, and highly motivated to get her own way. Tasha wears red Mary-Jane shoes and an orange dress with a flower pattern. She is the most serious of the Backyardigans, though she can be just as easy going as the others from time to time. Her catchphrase is ‘Oh, for goodness sakes.’ Nickelodeon describes Tasha as ‘deceptively sweet’ and ‘tough-as-nails.’”
— noah:
“Austin is a shy but fun-loving purple kangaroo. In Season 1, he is reserved and soft-spoken due to recently moving into the neighborhood. In later episodes, Austin becomes more outgoing and is revealed to be smart and imaginative. Austin rarely appears in the spotlight, but takes the role of the lead character in several episodes. described as ‘the one pulling up the rear. He's kind of a get-along guy.’”
#this has made my day#i think it’s pretty accurate#the backyardigans#the backyardigans x trc#trc#ronan lynch#adam parrish#the raven cycle#blue sargent#richard campbell gansey iii#pynch#adam and ronan#the raven boys#blue lily lily blue#gangsey#the gangsey#bluesey#mine#noah czerny
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Choose Your Own Bea's Adventure 5
(Previous Part Here)
Your name is Mountain, and you are an ageless, near immortal demon risen from the pit in the unholy form of a ghoul.
You've lived countless lives whilst on the surface.
You've loved and lost more times than you can count.
Once a husband.
Twice a father, perhaps more.
You can't count the ones you don't know about.
A woodcutter.
A killer.
A penitent man.
Right now, though, you're just Mountain.
You live and work on the abbey's grounds as a gardener, while also doing the lord below's bidding by performing rituals across the globe along with your pack during the touring season.
It's the off season now.
You're home.
...And you're worried out of your goddamned mind about your stupid fucking co-worker who lives in the woods.
Okay, it might be mean to call her stupid, but you can't help it if your words have more bite to them as you bound across the field separating you from the wilder parts of the abbey's grounds to rescue her dumb ass.
From the moment you picked up your phone, rattling on your bedside table, left on vibrate, and saw her name pop up on the screen, you knew it couldn't be for a "good" reason.
Any time she calls you, any time she sends more than a brief text or an outline of her schedule for the day, it's because she's done something bad.
Not always bad-bad, but it's usually bad enough to warrant a long, long talk.
And the moment you hear that nervous little titter to her voice, you know something is very wrong.
It's enough to make you sit up in bed, the mattress protesting as you squash down the already worn springs, and then when the line goes dead quiet...
"Shit, shit, shit, shit-"
You're almost to the lake when you see the fast flickering of a light in the distance on the other side and-
"BITCHASS, SNAKE MOTHERFUCKER, I'M GONNA PISS ON EVERYTHING YOU KNOW AND LOVE!"
You'd know that foul mouth anywhere.
"BEA!"
You don't hesitate to make your may around the lake, shouting all the way.
"BEA, STOP!"
"WHAT?!"
"TURN YOUR LIGHT OFF! STOP! TURN IT OFF!"
She looks between you and the large serpent looming over her with the most perturbed expression you've yet to see her make... but she stops.
The serpent shakes its head and blinks, clearing its vision, letting out a huff before coiling in on itself and lowering itself to the ground.
"...Oh thank fuck." you look at the snake, "Are you okay?"
"I'm-" Bea starts, then looks at you offended, "You're talking to the giant fucking snake??"
You pat the snake on the head as it nods, before turning your attention to Bea, who's now scooching further away from the snake and you.
"Are you okay?" you ask, offering your hand to her, but she just just scowls at you, "What?"
"Oh, so you care now?" she spits, trying, and failing, to stand up.
"I came all the way out here to help you and you-"
"Yeah! And you asked the thing that was going to fucking EAT me if it's okay before even checking to see if I was okay!"
"Because Rain is photosensitive in this form!"
"You- THAT'S RAIN?!"
...
Your name is Rain.
You're a snake right now, but normally you're a dude.
You have no idea what's going on right now.
All you remember is that you went to take a nap at the bottom of the lake and woke up to get a snack.
You swallowed a moose whole.
It was rad.
But then you heard someone running around in the woods, and you thought, "Huh, I should see what's happening."
And then you got blinded by the rapid flickering of a flashlight.
And now Mountain is here.
...Having a domestic with a woman you kind of recognize.
Mountain and her are friends(?).
Also she smacked you with a pool skimmer once because you were playing dead in the abbey's pond.
You look between the two.
#lamp rambles#shitghosting#ghost band#the band ghost#ghost bc#ghost band oc#sibling of sin#sibling of sin oc#nameless ghouls#mountain ghoul#rain ghoul#your name is rain and you're a big fuck off snake now
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marauders x atla/lok AU -- remastered.
I’ve been rewatching atla with my bf recently, which really put me in the mood to revisit this old idea. So I present you a brand new fanart of Peter, Remus, Sirius, James, Lily and Snape (from left to right) designed as atla/lok characters. Also, have an additional sketchdump with some scenarios and whatnot.
Some further unreasonably detailed ideas:
James is an earthbender/metalbender, the only son of famous metalbending acupuncturists. He is also the pro-bending team captain of the Zaofu Saber-tooth Moose Lions. His teammates are Kingsley (firebender) and Xenofilius Lovegood (water/swampbender). He has a very obvious crush on Lily, non-stop trying to impress her with little gifts and dangerous stunts. He is a clever and resourceful prankster. His metalbending master was McGonagall, who is deep down a little disappointed that James became a pro-bender instead of a detective. She watches all of his matches anyways.
Lily is a non-bender from Republic City, who is a chi-blocker and a herbalist. Her childhood friend is Snape who also shared an interest in herbs and poisonous plants. Lily started learning chi-blocking because Snape became way too invested in bloodbending. She is secretly a pro-bending fan and is very fascinated by James’ seemingly failed attempts at flirting. She is estranged with her sister as Petunia hates benders. Lily developed a friendship with Sirius over both of them sharing a complicated relationship with their siblings. She bonded with Remus over their interest in healing.
Sirius is a powerful firebender who owns a motorbike. He met James while trying to fix a stubborn loose screw and they’ve been inseparable ever since, pulling off various shenanigans. He has an unlimited number of parking and speeding tickets. Because of this, he's been sentenced multiple times by Police Chief McGonagall to perform community service in Republic City’s Power Plant generating lightning. His family originates from the richest Fire Nation colony governors, who managed to maintain their noble status and money, but also their traditionalism. They enrolled Sirius to the Fire Nation Army so he could become a high-ranking officer as expected, but he eventually deserted to find real adventures. He still wears his military uniform jacket as a memento.
Remus is a waterbender who has a strong connection to the wolf spirit of the Forgetful Valley. As a little kid he was bitten by a venomous animal possessed by a dark spirit and became very sick. He could be eventually healed by the water of the lake the wolf spirit drank from that season. Hence during full moon his waterbending abilities are charged with the wolf spirit’s energy, forming the shape of the wolf’s head during attacks. He needs to drink from the Forgetful Valley lake waters during lunar eclipses unless he becomes sick again. He works at an animal clinic as a healer. He is dating Sirius, but they are both very awkward about their undeniable feelings.
Regulus is a firebender working as a double agent for Republic City’s Police and Triads. He is involved in various triad business, gathering information and handling pro-bending bets. He is quiet and introverted as opposed to his brother Sirius whose powerful bending abilities and fearless personality gained him quite a reputation. They are not in speaking terms with each other, even though they often get in trouble together when Sirius eventually interferes with his little brother’s operations not knowing he is a double agent.
Peter is a seemingly weak earthbender from Ba Sing Se who cares more about culinary delights than anything else. However, he is deeply involved with Triad business, handling bets, spying and other illegal activities. During a turf war his hand was injured, so he wears a Dai Li rock glove to cover it. As he looks rather harmless, prefers to hide his bending abilities and leaves a general cowardly impression of himself, no one really suspects that he is in fact a spy and a smart player.
Snape is a waterbender prodigy, who also knows much about poisons. He is still obsessed with Lily, even though she has ended their friendship when he demonstrated his self-taught bloodbending abilities on her sister. He spent years researching bending forms and developed his own techniques hoping to win Lily’s trust back. As a result, he is able to bloodbend without a full moon which is his preferred style despite knowing all other sub-forms of waterbending. His talent sparked the interest of Voldemort.
Voldemort is an energy bender who, alongside his mother, was attacked by an enraged snake spirit. His mother died, however he survived due to his awakening energy bending powers, somehow sealing the snake spirit into himself thus enslaving it as his servant. In exchange, his face developed snake-like features. He could turn spirits into dark spirits and seal their power into himself. He planned to find the next Avatar (Harry) so he could rip Raava out of him, corrupt and seal the spirit into himself. He believed this would make him the most powerful being on the world, as then he would gain the bending powers of the Avatar.
Dumbledore is an airbending master and spiritual guru. He has a pet phoenix spirit. He is the grand master of the White Lotus and the unofficial guardian of the spirit portal of Republic City. His main priority is to protect earth citizens as the new Avatar will be born as one of them. However, his master plan is to reconnect Raava and Vaatu and permanently fuse both of them with the Avatar, as only this could bring true balance.
You can find more atla/lok AU content with old ideas here, here and here. Anyone who is willing to write or somehow contribute to this AU, feel free to tag me. I’m in so deep, I might even draw more.
#Sirius Black#James Potter#Remus Lupin#Lily Evans#peter pettigrew#severus snape#wolfstar#jily#Marauders#Harry Potter#atla#lok#au#CrossOver#fanart#art by lau#lau draws with a tablet#atla/lok au
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What do y’all think the turtles favorite kids movies would be (not their favorite movies as kids but their favorite kids movies that they still like as adults. If that makes any sense)?
Leo: Treasure Planet
Because he loves adventure! And it’s literature! (He loves the book itself and the Muppet adaptation as well). And it’s about space! He’s been to space! And the actual reason is the father-son themes. The way Jimbo so desperately needs a dad would 1) remind Leo of himself, not because he lacks that but because it resonates with him how important that relationship is and 2) make him want to adopt this angry teenager trying to save his family and the world by himself not that it reminds him of anyone.
I do think Jimbo would remind him of both himself and Raph. He’s 15 when his adventure starts too. He would love that there are elements that would make him think of each brother (Mikey probably said ‘go Delbert, go Delbert,’ to hype himself up for literally everything for at least a couple days every time they watched it, Donnie would simultaneously love Delbert and find him annoying, wow it’s mostly Delbert huh). Besides let’s be real Captain Amelia is his idol. At 12 he wanted to be just like her when he grows up and he still wants to just like her when he’s 16, 24, 30 etc.
Raph: Brother Bear
This one took me the longest to settle on, but I do think this is Raph’s movie. Coming of age, what masculinity means, sibling bonds, the devastation of losing a family member, being afraid of other people wanting to hurt you and your loved ones only to have to face the monster within yourself. The fact that Denahi blames Kenai for Sitka’s death, I think would cut Raph deep (he’s afraid of failing to protect or maybe even accidentally hurting people he cares about, he’s also afraid of rejection and judgment). Kenai facing up and taking responsibility for his mistakes (which are really the mistakes of his entire people) would hit a chord with him for sure, and overall the themes of forgiveness. He would find Koda soooo annoying and also immediately love him soooo much. The themes of the spirit world would secretly make him think about Hamato Yoshi and the connection he and his brothers have with him.
He would pretend to hate the two moose, but yet he is the one who keeps picking this movie… (squints suspiciously)
Donny: The Iron Giant
This was my initial thought and I tried to dismiss. I said to myself, girrrl that’s so surface level, he wouldn’t just pick the movie with a cool robot, dig a little deeper and find something with jokes he’d laugh at and themes that’d resonate with him.
But the thing is. It’s Iron Giant. Themes of greed vs innocence, war vs peace? Donny always gets those types of side quests, like how close he is with Fugitoid and the aliens him and April found Augie. He’s the dreamer; the possibility of a peaceful world is on his mind and in his motivations. There’s also Hogarth feeling socially isolated because he’s so smart, which you know Don’s situation is pretty different but still, there’s definitely some relatability there. And plus guys, the Iron Giant not understanding where he came from, not knowing if he has a soul or not—super relevant to the turtles, and particularly Don who was the first to recognize the TCRI initials (and therefore in my heart the one who has been most consistently curious about his origins). Interesting thing too—Donny does seem to worry about Splinter and worrying about his mom is definitely an important thing going on with Hogarth. Then there’s Dean, who I think would remind him of Kirby. It’s a movie that invites further research too, it really places itself in history. Don would love both researching and lecturing whoever makes the mistake of watching it with him (poor Angel lol she is not prepared).
And in the end, it’s a cool freaking robot. He would absolutely be obsessing over the design and doodling ideas about making his own.
Mikey: Lilo and Stitch
I think our monster movie connoisseur would love the idea of Stitch. Jumba and Pleakley is his otp of all time. He tells everyone he loves the movie for Pleakley’s head getting eaten and Lilo’s photography and voodoo and Stitch taunting Captain Gantu with his butt against the window, and yeah it is very much his brand of humor. But everyone knows he cries at the ugly duckling scene absolutely without fail, and usually the wishing on a star theme, and definitely the “this is my family.” Found family is something all the turtles would appreciate in art but I think especially Mikey. That and, he loves quoting entire scenes. Especially the tuna fish sandwich scene, Bubble’s first visit, and Jumba’s chase down with Stitch (“oh good, my dog found the chainsaw”).
Also he loves the music. I mean who doesn’t?
#tmnt#tmnt 2003#2003 donnie#2003 raph#2003 leo#2003 mikey#did I just rant about my fave movies? why yes. yes I did#iron giant#treasure planet#lilo and stitch#brother bear
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How long did Dib get to live? How did he die? What did Zim do with the rest of his life besides watching Dib’s children grow? What odd jobs did he take to pass the time? Is he still in touch with Gir?
Whatever happened to Sizz-lor?
Dib lives an abnormally long lifetime because of the human compatible PAK he, Zim and Dipper designed. Not a long life by Irken standards, but a very long one by human standards. His death was brought on by old age, dementia and damage from many decades of smoking cigarettes (he attempted to quit several times, but it never stuck).
His career as a super scientist was successful even if it wasn't his passion. Dib continued to study the paranormal on earth as well as join Zim on several space adventures before his final hour.
Dib was never able to convince his "legitimate/ real science" colleagues that the paranormal and supernatural are legitimate fields of study, but he was respected among the younger generations of paranormal investigators/ enthusiasts.
Dib never opened an official school for paranormal studies, but with Dipper's help/ support they converted the Mystery Shack into a lecture hall on paranormal studies.
As for Zim, he also kept very busy. He never officially joined the resisty, but provided aid whenever he could. He smuggled lots of snacks, weapons/ tech and provisions for the resisty.
He spent a great deal of time and effort illegally downgrading PAKs for Irkens seeking to leave the empire as well as collecting "forbidden" data from set PAKs for future resistance efforts.
He helped construct a power grid for Mem's hive. He helped Gir open a speak easy cantina in Mem's hive as well. He upgraded Mini Moose and gave him to the resisty to build up their defenses. [Mini Moose was cool with this, as he was originally built from Vortian tech.]
Zim explored space for many years, hiding from the gaze of the control brains; stealing ships, tech and weapins. He also sold a great deal of set stolen tech.
He started a band, let the fame go to his head, got kicked out of the band. He enjoyed the company of a rotating list of lovers. He perfected his casserole recipe. Yeah. Zim lived life for sure.
Sizz-Lorr took Gir on as his apprentice and helped him become a Frylord in his own right. Sizz-Lorr has always been very vocal about service drone rights and the importance of stable snacking systems; which put him on this ice with the control brains for decades; part of the reason why Shloogor's is understaffed so often.
Tallest Purple/ the red brain does eventually agree to send Sizz-Lorr more help. When the control brains complete their big upgrade, however, many of the improvements Sizz-Lorr and the other frylords demand are denied. Investigations against him suggest Sizz-Lorr has been low key assisting the resisty and conquered labor forces for decades. Sizz-Lorr is put under strict observation and is eventually accused of conspiring against the empire and is imprisoned.
Gir is devastated by this, radicalizing him even more than he originally was...
So much I'm glossing over here. Wish I had time to go into depth, but this post could potentially be a novel long if I keep rambling.
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Have you seen this childhood show: The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle and Friends (1959-1964), United States (English)
Commentary/Context/Memories: I watched this one on reruns. The character names are all iconic.
[Mod A: Also agree that the character names are so iconic!! This show is pretty funny (lots of jokes for adults about current events) and representative of the time it was made in (because of the russian spies being the villains in so many episodes haha). I only really saw bits and pieces of it, which explains why I forgot Peabody and Sherman was from this haha but I have seen a couple of the fractured fairy tales. Lowkey wonder what the obsessions with cartoon moose was in the 1960s-1970s though, because Bullwinkle reminds me of the book Morris Goes to School (Bernard Wiseman, 1970)]
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truely why did they make lemongrab like this
dont get me wrong I LIKE IT but fuck man... why
#moose talk#(im watching the lemonhope 2 parter)#ive never seen this far in the show btw#my previous AT experience ended somewhere in the start of season 5#maybe somewhere near the end of s4 even#everything else i know about the show was just osmosis (betty etc)#moose watches adventure time
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Firsts II
Pernille Harder x Hardersson!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: Your first words
"Aren't you all giggly and happy today?" Pernille coos as she comes to wake you up that morning.
You're sitting upright, blabbing at your swan and moose from where they're both lying on the floor. You can see them through the bars of your crib but you get distracted once Pernille walks in.
"Oh, come here."
She lifts you up and into her arms, where you go limp and start pulling at her shirt.
You aimlessly feel the fabric before you're deposited on the ground to play while Pernille makes breakfast. You're most calm in the mornings when you're still slightly sleepy.
You just sit amongst the pillows in the corner and poke and prod at the little toys scattered around you.
"Mmm," You hum as you roll up onto your knees and start crawling.
You've gotten very good at it, fast too, so you make your grand escape from solitary to set yourself underfoot of Pernille.
She looks down at you as you use her leg to stabilise yourself to stand. You seem content to just stand there, staring up at her as she makes breakfast while shovelling spoonful after spoonful of yoghurt into your mouth.
You smack your lips together a few times and hum," Mmm."
"Mmm," Pernille says back, nodding as she cleans off your face and gets you ready for the day.
It's with practiced ease that she brushes your hair and gets you dressed in your usual Harder jersey and some trousers. It's a bit harder to get your socks and shoes on because you have a habit of pulling them off when she's not watching.
But Pernille's used to the routine and so are you because you're in the car and at the training grounds before you could even blink.
"Morning," Alex says as she automatically takes you from Pernille.
"She's my baby, you know," Pernille says," You can't keep stealing her."
"She likes being stolen," Alex replies, swaying back and forth as you look around and suck on your fingers," I'm just making sure you're raising a Wolfsburg fan. I can't have you and Magda corrupting her or anything."
Pernille rolls her eyes. "Well, if you're stealing my child at least give her a ball or something to keep her occupied or she'll disappear before you notice."
"This little angel? No way, she loves staying with me."
"Mmm," You grunt, kicking out your legs until one of your shoes falls off.
Pernille sighs. "And if you put her down, make sure she's wearing her shoes."
Pernille doesn't see you a lot throughout the day. You're passed between player to player as they all train and coexist around each other.
You're returned to her for lunch by Ewa and then picked up by her for afternoon training.
"You not feeling sleepy, princesse?" Pernille asks when she checks the rear-view mirror to see you wide awake. Car rides almost always put you to the sleep, even if it was only a short trip back home from training.
"Mmm," You say, smacking your lips together when you notice you're being addressed.
"Mmm," Pernille repeats back to you, pulling up at the apartment, "That's nice."
"Mmm," You say again and Pernille smiles.
"Really? That's so interesting."
"Mmm...Mmm...Momma."
"Wow. That's pretty cool."
Pernille freeze suddenly when it finally registers what you've said. She whips her head around to look at you in the backseat.
You're still staring at her, unblinking.
"What?" A smile splits her face open. "Say that again, princesse. Momma."
"Mmm."
"That's it." Pernille moves into the backseat with you, taking your little hand in her own. "Come on. Mmm is for?"
"Mmm."
"Mmm for?"
"Mmm...Momma."
"That's right. Mmm for Momma."
Pernille unclips you and brings you in to rest against her chest. She's not entirely sure what else she can say. You've been making little noises like that for weeks now but this is the first time it's intelligible.
You know who she is, outside of her role as your caregiver.
She's Momma and you know that.
You don't seem to understand the momentous milestone you've just hit but Pernille does and she just sits in the car with you, holding you tight against her as she tries to reconcile this version of you with the absolutely tiny baby she brought home.
You couldn't even hold your head up, let alone make words like you're doing now.
"M for Momma," Pernille says as she smiles down at you," That's right. That's me."
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In early 2020, @mystery-moose decided my cinematic education could no longer be allowed to persist with such egregious holes. He and I and @eponymous-rose and @silksieve and @fistfulofgammarays started a discord server to watch movies every Saturday night, and shortly after came @probablylostrightnow and @servantofclio and @jadesabre301 and @annalyia and @bettydice, and suddenly we had something like bottled lightning held in a jar in our hands.
It couldn't have come at a better time--the pandemic struck about a month later--and what started as a way to expand my our horizons has become a precious thing. We've watched movies together, celebrated birthdays together, and we've traveled together too, to Colorado and Chicago and the Grand Canyon and a half-dozen other little gatherings across the entire country.
It's not an easy thing for a bunch of 30-40+'s to get together every week. But we make the time, rain or shine, only missing one single week where all but one of us were traveling, and the joy it's brought me (along with the knowledge of the greatest movie of all time, Kung Fu Hustle) is comparable to nothing else. Today is our slightly delayed three-year anniversary celebration.
Happy movie night anniversary, ya pineapples!
Complete list of movies watched under the cut.
COMPLETE Parasite — 2/17/20
Hot Fuzz — 2/22/20
Airplane! — 2/22/20
Arrival — 2/29/20
Yojimbo — 3/8/20
The Guard — 3/8/20
The Mummy — 3/14/20
Rush Hour — 3/21/20
Rumble in the Bronx — 3/21/20
Edge of Tomorrow — 3/28/20
What We Do In The Shadows — 3/28/20
Twister — 4/4/20
The Matrix — 4/11/20
Haywire — 4/11/20
Rear Window — 4/18/20
The Grand Budapest Hotel — 4/18/20
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon — 4/24/20
Reign of Assassins — 4/25/20
Operation Condor — 4/25/20
Master and Commander — 5/2/20
Kung Fu Hustle — 5/2/20
GAME NIGHT: Betrayal at House on the Hill — 5/9/20
O Brother, Where Art Thou? — 5/16/20
The Fall — 5/24/20
John Wick — 5/30/20
Spider-Man — 5/30/20
Spider-Man Into the Spider-Verse — 6/6/20
John Wick 2 — 6/13/20
John Wick 3 — 6/20/20
Annihilation — 6/27/20
Rebecca — 7/4/20
Commando — 7/4/20
Clue — 7/11/20
The Princess Bride — 7/11/20
The Terminator — 7/18/20
Terminator 2: Judgment Day — 7/18/20
The Old Guard — 7/24/20
The Mark of Zorro — 7/24/20
Seven Samurai — 8/1/20
Speed — 8/8/20
Kung Fu Hustle (again) — 8/8/20
The Fifth Element — 8/15/20
Shin Godzilla — 8/15/20
Murder by Death — 8/22/20
Brick — 8/22/20
Bill and Ted���s Excellent Adventure — 8/29/20
Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey — 8/29/20
Bill and Ted Face the Music — 8/29/20
Black Panther — 9/5/20
The Mandalorian, season one — 9/6/20
Blade Runner — 9/12/20
Blade Runner 2049 — 9/12/20
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang — 9/19/20
Shanghai Noon — 9/19/20
Princess Mononoke — 9/26/20
Blazing Saddles — 9/26/20
Army of Darkness — 10/3/20
Shanghai Knights — 10/3/20
Alien — 10/10/20
Aliens — 10/10/20
Young Frankenstein — 10/17/20
Silent Movie — 10/17/20
One Cut of the Dead — 10/24/20
One Cut of the Dead: Mission: Remote! — 10/25/20
The Shining — 10/31/20
The Village — 10/31/20
Castle in the Sky — 11/7/20
Kiki’s Delivery Service — 11/7/20
RoboCop — 11/14/20
Constantine — 11/14/20
Red Cliff I/II — 11/21/20
Eraser — 11/28/20
Jingle All the Way — 11/28/20
Scrooged — 12/5/20
The Long Kiss Goodnight — 12/5/20
Die Hard — 12/12/20
Galaxy Quest — 12/12/20
Muppet Christmas Carol — 12/19/20
Trapped in Paradise — 12/19/20
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind — 12/26/20
The Shop Around the Corner — 12/26/20
The Mandalorian, season two — 12/27/20-1/1/21
Michael Clayton — 1/2/21
The Thing — 1/2/21
Out of Sight — 1/9/21
Star Trek IV: The One With The Whales — 1/9/21
Inside Man — 1/16/21
Johnny Mnemonic — 1/17/21
The Hunt for Red October — 1/23/21
The Iron Giant — 1/23/21
Rise of the Planet of the Apes — 1/30/21
Premium Rush — 1/30/21
Dawn of the Planet of the Apes — 2/6/21
The Blues Brothers — 2/6/21
War for the Planet of the Apes — 2/13/21
Sense and Sensibility — 2/13/21
Parasite (again) — 2/20/21 HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
Rashomon — 2/27/21
Frequency — 2/27/21
Tron — 3/6/21
Tron Legacy — 3/6/21
Casablanca — 3/13/21
Singin’ in the Rain — 3/13/21
Hard Boiled — 3/20/21
Supercop — 3/20/21
Jaws — 3/27/21
Aquaman — 3/27/21
Nausicaa and the Valley of the Wind — 4/3/21
Godzilla vs Kong — 4/3/21
Kong: Skull Island — 4/10/21
Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby — 4/10/21
Point Break — 4/17/21
Liar Liar — 4/17/21
Mortal Kombat (1995) — 4/24/21
Mortal Kombat (2021) — 4/24/21
Much Ado About Nothing — 5/1/21
Tremors — 5/1/21
Star Trek Beyond — 5/8/21
Dredd —5/8/21
A League of Their Own — 5/15/21
Spirited Away — 5/15/21
Tropic Thunder — 5/22/21
Police Story — 5/22/21
Ocean’s Eleven — 5/29/21
Catch Me If You Can — 5/29/21
Batman (Adam West) — 6/5/21
A Fish Called Wanda — 6/5/21
In the Heights — 6/12/21
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers — 6/12/21
School of Rock — 6/19/21
Horse Feathers — 6/19/21
Love and Monsters — 6/26/21
Duck Soup — 6/26/21
Independence Day — 7/3/21
Men in Black — 7/3/21
All About Eve — 7/10/21
Attack the Block — 7/10/21
Godzilla: Final Wars — 7/17/21
Speed Racer — 7/17/21
The Truman Show — 7/24/21
My Cousin Vinny — 7/24/21
The Mask of Zorro — 7/31/21
Pirates of the Caribbean — 7/31/21
A Knight’s Tale — 8/7/21
The Rocketeer — 8/7/21
The Suicide Squad — 8/14/21
Sing Street — 8/14/21
The Green Knight — 8/21/21
The Scarlet Pimpernel — 8/21/21
Cloud Atlas — 8/28/21
Ocean’s Thirteen — 9/4/21
The Birdcage — 9/4/21
Inception — 9/18/21
Bruce Almighty — 9/18/21
Atomic Blonde — 9/25/21
Signs — 9/25/21
Get Out — 10/2/21
Us — 10/2/21
Tucker and Dale vs Evil — 10/9/21
Shaun of the Dead — 10/9/21
Resolution — 10/16/21
The Endless — 10/16/21
Hocus Pocus — 10/23/21
The Invisible Man — 10/23/21
Bram Stoker’s Dracula — 10/30/21
Sleepy Hollow — 10/30/21
Dune — 11/6/21
Shang Chi and the Etc. — 11/13/21
Hero — 11/13/21
Mr. and Mrs. Smith — 11/20/21
Edge of Tomorrow (repeat) — 11/20/21
Tenet — 11/27/21
Primer — 11/27/21
Back to the Future — 12/4/21
Cowboy Bebop: The Movie — 12/4/21
The Lion in Winter — 12/11/21
Back to the Future Part 2 — 12/11/21
Home Alone — 12/18/21
Back to the Future Part 3 — 12/18/21
The Matrix Reloaded — 12/25/21
Fargo — 1/1/22
Strangers on a Train — 1/1/22
Birds of Prey — 1/8/22
Shazam! — 1/8/22
Howl’s Moving Castle — 1/15/22
Sneakers — 1/15/22
Rocky — 1/22/22
Rocky II — 1/22/22
The Best Years of Our Lives — 1/29/22
The Thin Man — 1/29/22
Groundhog Day — 2/5/22
Finding Forrester — 2/5/22
An Affair to Remember — 2/12/22
Sleepless in Seattle — 2/12/22
Snowpiercer — 2/19/22 (SECOND ANNIVERSARY!)
Stranger Than Fiction — 2/19/22
Moonstruck — 2/26/22
CODA — 3/5/22
Legally Blonde — 3/5/22
West Side Story — 3/12/22
Miss Congeniality — 3/12/22
Turning Red — 3/19/22
Demolition Man — 3/19/22
North by Northwest — 3/26/22
Collateral — 3/26/22
Spider-Man: No Way Home — 4/2/22
The Rock — 4/9/22
Moonstruck (Silk commentary) — 4/9/22
Batman (1989) — 4/16/22
Batman Returns — 4/16/22
The Batman — 4/23/22
Batman v. Superman Colon Dawn of Justice Colon Ultimate Edition — 4/30/22
Apollo 13 — 5/7/22
Jupiter Ascending — 5/7/22
The Martian — 5/14/22
Spy x Family (episode 1-4) — 5/14/22
Everything Everywhere All At Once — 5/21/22
Venom 2 — 5/21/22
Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers (2022) — 5/28/22 (edited)
Spy x Family (episode 8) — 5/29/22
To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar — 6/4/22
Fire Island — 6/4/22
Heat — 6/11/22
My Neighbor Totoro — 6/11/22
HIATUS FOR CHICAGO — 6/18/22
RRR — 6/25/22
Spy x Family (episode 12) — 6/25/22
National Treasure — 7/2/22
The Lost City — 7/2/22
Face/Off — 7/9/22
Twin Dragons — 7/9/22
Beyond the Infinite Two Minutes — 7/16/22
Mission: Impossible — 7/16/22
Detective Pikachu — 7/23/22
Crazy, Stupid, Love. — 7/23/22
Fateful Findings — 7/23/22
The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent — 7/30/22
Con Air — 7/30/22
12 Angry Men — 8/6/22
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington — 8/6/22
Prey — 8/13/22
Newsies — 8/13/22
The Godfather — 8/20/22 Analyze This — 8/20/22
Top Gun — 8/27/22
Bridesmaids — 8/27/22
Top Gun: Maverick — 9/3/22
Crazy Rich Asians — 9/3/22
Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol — 9/10/22
Booksmart — 9/10/22
Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation — 9/17/22
The Rescue — 9/17/22
Mission: Impossible - Fallout — 9/24/22
The Descent — 10/1/22
Hocus Pocus 2 — 10/8/22
How to Marry a Millionaire — 10/8/22
Beetlejuice — 10/15/22
Deadstream — 10/15/22
The Birds — 10/22/22
Arsenic and Old Lace — 10/22/22
It Follows — 10/29/22
It — 10/29/22
Godzilla 2000 — 11/5/22
Kung Fu Hustle (third time) — 11/5/22
Terminator: Dark Fate — 11/12/22
The Heroic Trio — 11/12/22
Raise the Red Lantern — 11/19/22
The Artist — 11/19/22
Knives Out (again) — 11/26/22
Muppet Treasure Island — 11/26/22
Titan A.E. — 11/26/22
Pacific Rim — 12/3/22
Hot Fuzz (again) — 12/10/22
Plan 9 From Outer Space — 12/10/22
Elf — 12/17/22
Spirited — 12/17/22
Violent Night — 12/24/22
The Muppet Christmas Carol (complete) — 12/24/22
Glass Onion — 12/31/22
Death on the Nile (1978) — 1/7/23
Who Framed Roger Rabbit? — 1/7/23
NOPE — 1/14/23
Treasure Planet — 1/14/23
Sabrina — 1/21/23
Tarzan — 1/21/23
Twister (happy birthday Meso!) — 1/28/23
Double Indemnity — 1/28/23
Tár — 2/4/23
Atlantis: The Lost Empire — 2/4/23
The Raid: Redemption — 2/11/23
Puss in Boots: The Last Wish — 2/11/23
The Passion of Joan of Arc —2/18/23
The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T — 2/18/23
Dangerous Liaisons — 2/25/23
Moulin Rouge! — 2/25/23
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Minecraft: A short Essay on Nostalgia
I'm writing this rather late at night so excuse any spelling errors (Sorry it's not in MLA format, I'm not back in school yet and need a break)
I often find myself scrolling online late at night, stuck in the rabbit hole of youtube shorts, wondering how in the world I'll be able to function the next morning. Many times, the only thing that puts me to sleep on those restless nights, are playlists of "nostalgic" minecraft music. Why is that? Why is the music considered "nostalgic" in the first place?
Nostalgia is defined as making one think of or long for a familiar or comforting time. When I first received Minecraft back in 2016, I was still a little kid. I was in fourth grade and was longing to know what all the fuss was about. I remember booting it up for the first time, my sister sitting eagerly next to me. We only had one controller, so we had to take turns. In true older sister fashion, I did not share as I was supposed to. Eventually, though, I learned to share the game and enjoy what my sister created. I found that I was a natural at this game, I learned all of the mechanics with ease. My sister was not so lucky, she still struggles to fight in the game to this day. We spent many nights playing Minecraft. My mother worked the night shift at her work, and my father was always working on schoolwork to get his second degree. This left me and my sister to eat our spagettio's and play minecraft all night. I remember one night in particular, playing the "Little Big Planet" Mash up pack for the PS4 Edition of the game. We knew that nothing we did would be saved, but oddly enough we liked it that way. I was usually a creative player and my sister liked survival, though she wasn't very good at it. When we did play on a saved world, we would build massive cities and marveled at our own architectural prowess (Or, more often, the prowess of those we watched on youtube). I still have these old worlds, I visit them from time to time. I used to entice my sister to play with me by telling her I would do whatever she wanted me to in the game. This usually ended badly. Still, there are many old save files titled, "E's the Boss". I was young and simple, a stable built out of pink wool was just fine for me.
As I work with my therapist to uncover certain things about my past, I remember the nights that I would spend playing this game, desperately avoiding my bed time. This game, this simple game comprised of blocks and some funny red powder, had become virtually the only escape I had from the harsh reality that attacked me every time I left that infinite green wasteland that was a superflat world. Long before the aquatic update or the remodeled horses, I was building houses to replicate my own, creating worlds to escape the one that so vehemently tortured me each day. I remember, on the days that we were aloud to have the sound on on the TV, I would always play my favorite music disc. It was the one simply titled C4-18. I have so many memories attached to the music that plays in this game. And the only reason those memories mean so much, is because that is how I coped. Gen-Z, the silent generation, the generation that inherited all of the problems that everyone else was to stubborn to settle, has been left to our own devices to find some way to be happy in a world that revolves around hate. And for many children, including me, that device just so happened to be digital. We found some sliver of hope in the notion that we could still shape out destinies. The thought that we could choose to survive, adventure, or create was so enticing that we put hundreds of hours into buildings and bases, maps and achievements. On the occasions that we couldn't play the game, we would watch others play it. Roleplay channels like Little Kelly and Little Carly, mod channels like Unspeakable and Moose, Pat and Jen, even DanTDM, shaped out childhood. Often these channels exposed us to more mature themes through contact with more mature channels, such as Markiplier, JackSepticEye, and Pewdiepie. Now, we're all grown up. Many of us are going to college, getting jobs, some are even starting families. And so are our heros. Dan is a father, and Felix will be too. Mat has a son and wife, Pat and Jen split up, Jack has Evelyn, Mark has Amy. As we matured, so did our heros. And what does it al come back to?
A simple video game based on mining blocks, and using them to craft different blocks. I guess, what I'm trying to say, is that the Minecraft soundtrack is so nostalgic, because it takes us back to a *bad* time. It reminds us of when everything was going downhill, and all we could do is watch and hope we didn't get hit when crap went flying. Minecraft, for many of us, was our first step into healing, our first step towards maturing, and our first step towards becoming our own people, all be it far to soon. Minecraft music makes us cry, makes us feel this deep nostalgic sadness, because we don't know if we'll be able to find that again. We're grown ups now.. there's no one else to guide us, and video games can only take us so far. How do we know what to trust, what to watch, what to smile and laugh at..
We don't. That's the unfortunate truth of nostalgia. We don't have that wonderful thing, that guide to help us through the tough times. Now we are the ones guiding, building, surviving.. In a weird way, Minecraft prepared an entire generation of struggling kids with a blueprint for life. It's as simple as this:
Start your Journey
Find someplace you like, and settle down there.
Go on adventures, make friends, learn new things, and never go into the dark without a light.
And if it all comes crashing down...
respawn.
#minecraft#nostalgia#nostalgic#youtube#video games#gen z#late night rants#thank you for coming to my sleep deprived TED talk#I need to do this moe often#it's like releasing all of my silly little internal thoughts into a wonderful void#It's nice when the void shouts back.. unless its in Minecraft#then you should be aftaid
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Historic Fishing Bridge
When I was growing up, a trip to Yellowstone always included a stop at Fishing Bridge. Looking down from the bridge, I was fascinated, watching the schools of fish swimming by. If we were lucky, we might be there when a bear was trying to catch his dinner, or maybe we'd see a family of moose grazing on the shore across the way.
Maybe you are coming for a visit to Yellowstone, and if you are, here are some facts and interesting tidbits about Fishing Bridge.
A haven for nature enthusiasts:
Located in the heart of Yellowstone National Park, the Fishing Bridge is a historically significant site that is particularly important for fishing enthusiasts and nature lovers. Initially constructed in 1902, the bridge spans across the stunning Yellowstone River, offering picturesque views of the surrounding landscape.
The history of the bridge:
The Yellowstone Fishing Bridge was aptly named for its purpose: providing a dedicated space for fishermen who could once cast their lines directly into the waters below. Since its inception, the bridge has been rebuilt and renovated several times, most notably in 1928 and 1975. These modifications were to accommodate increasing visitors and address growing concerns surrounding wildlife preservation efforts.
It's uniquely constructed:
Its unique design sets the Fishing Bridge apart from countless other bridges in national parks. The current iteration of the bridge exhibits an arch-like construction made with reinforced concrete. This elegant structure was designed by architect Hiram Chittenden with aesthetics and functionality in mind. Simultaneously delicate and robust, Chittenden's design ensures that the bridge melds perfectly into its surroundings.
Can you still fish off the bridge? No. But...:
The Fishing Bridge remains a popular spot for anglers globally; however, changes to protect aquatic ecosystems have been enforced. In 1973, Yellowstone decided to discontinue angling activities from the bridge due to declining Cutthroat Trout populations. Now, although it's no longer open for fishing directly from its surface, the Fishing Bridge area still serves as a crucial waypoint between Lake Village and Canyon Village – making it convenient for anglers seeking nearby fishing spots within permitted areas.
Wildlife you can see:
Yellowstone National Park is home to an impressive array of wildlife species that are often sighted from the Fishing Bridge itself. Bears, moose, elk, and bison inhabit the area around the bridge, while pelicans, ospreys, and bald eagles soar in the sky above the water.
Nearby attractions:
Besides its inherent natural charm, Fishing Bridge also teems with various recreational experiences. For instance, the nearby Fishing Bridge General Store caters to souvenir shopping and offers an assortment of convenience goods for park visitors. The Fishing Bridge RV Park campground provides a comfortable base for exploring adjacent trails and sites. As a hub of activity within Yellowstone National Park, there's no shortage of exciting adventures in the vicinity.
Make sure it's on your list when visiting:
The historic Yellowstone Fishing Bridge remains an essential landmark in one of America's most treasured natural reserves. Boasting a rich history accompanied by stunning views and abundant wildlife sightings, it stands as a testament to the delicate balance between human advancement and environmental preservation. As you plan your visit to Yellowstone National Park, be sure to take a moment to appreciate this remarkable structure and its storied past.
#yellowstone#yellowstone national park#yellowstonenationalpark#wyoming yellowstone yellowstone national park#YellowStoneNation#Wyoming#wyominglife#wyomingwildlife#wildlife
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