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nsharks · 2 months
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bleeding blue | part nineteen preview
That night, you dream of Joseph. The way you used to chase him around your sister's backyard in the rain as he squealed with laughter. His little purple boots and dinosaur raincoat. When you finally catch him, his body falls limp in your arms. His cheeks are slack and pale and his lips are blue. You feel for a pulse. Cold skin. You shake him, over and over. He doesn't move.
Someone is shaking you.
"Open your eyes."
When you do, Ghost is there again. This time he has a bucket. You launch up, fingertips hissing against cold metal as you gag into it. Overgrown hair curtains your sweat-soaked face but a large, warm hand careens it back as rotten bile sweeps through you. Three times. The smell, the taste... almost as repulsive as the odor of burnt flesh when Paul took your nephew's body and...
"Thanks," you rasp, pivoting your neck. You nudge the bucket away and Ghost's hand releases your hair. 
"Done?"
You can't muster a response. You nod. Thankfully, he says nothing else and disappears, leaving you to close your eyes and stroke a thumb over the bracelet around your wrist until the images leave your brain.
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halfway-happyyy · 10 months
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into gold II {rooster bradshaw}
synopsis: rooster bradshaw’s emotional baggage could fill a cargo container ten times over. he is the single father of a precocious and bubbly six-year-old, and despite his best efforts, has fallen head over heels for someone arguably more damaged than him- his daughter’s first grade teacher.
characters- bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, frankie bradshaw, female ooc scout wallis (she/her pronouns)
or- the one where scout falls for Frankie before she falls for rooster.
word count- 2400+
read part 1 here
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When Rooster allows himself a couple of rare moments to reflect on Sunday morning, it’s easy to feel blue about the state of all things. But then Frankie will tell him a joke she heard at school:
-What does a cloud wear under his raincoat?
I haven’t the faintest idea, Frankie.
-Thunderpants!
Or she’ll hand him a photo she drew of him in his… F/A-18? Or she’ll curl into his side in front of the television and fall asleep. And he'll know then, without a doubt, that he is the luckiest man in the world. He’s reminded of this fact as he rolls to a halt in front of Penny’s house. The beautiful sound of Frankie’s laughter floats in on the breeze through the Bronco’s open windows and makes him smile. He watches sheer joy bloom on her face as Maverick plays with her in the front yard, and something heavy tugs on his heartstrings.  
You should be here, dad.
Rooster exits the car to lean against the passenger door, not wanting to ruin their moment just yet.
“Papa!”
Frankie catches sight of her father and bolts from Maverick’s embrace to run into Rooster’s outstretched arms, and he reckons there’s no better feeling in the universe. He holds her to him, peppering the top of her head with dozens of kisses.
“Hi papa,” Frankie’s cheeks are rosy and she’s breathless from play.
“Hi Frankie. Did you miss me?”
She nods fervently, circling her tiny arms tighter around him.
“But you had fun with Mav and Penny, right?”
Frankie nods again.
“Well, well, well. You certainly look like you had a good weekend.” Maverick surveys the sight of Rooster with a wry smile.
The younger pilot laughs sheepishly and scratches at the back of his head. “There’s a reason I never really go out with those guys anymore.”
Maverick’s laughter is booming. “You deserved it, kid.” His gaze drifts to Frankie’s and he bends down to her level. “Go see Pen about some cookies before you leave, Frank. She just made a batch of fresh ones.”
Frankie squeezes Rooster’s hand and dashes off in the direction of the front door.
“You bringing her down to the beach?” Maverick asks.
Rooster nods. “Dogfight football Sundays are her favourite. Will we see you there?”
“Penny and I wouldn’t miss it.” Maverick affirms.
His expression is unreadable; Rooster gets the feeling he’s about to ask him something, when Frankie bursts from the house, her tiny hands laden with two bulging Ziploc bags of homemade chocolate chunk cookies.
“Looks like you won the jackpot, Frank.” Rooster muses and watches her place the cookies carefully into her green dinosaur backpack. “Well, we should probably head out sweetheart. Did you thank Mav and Penny for hanging out with you this weekend?”
The elder pilot bends down so that Frankie can wrap her arms around his neck. “We had a good time didn’t we, Frank?”
“Yeah Mav!” She grins and plants a sloppy kiss on his stubbled cheek.
“Don’t get too carried away with your goodbyes, Frank. Mav and Penny are meeting us at the beach in a little bit.”
Rooster watches her beautiful blue eyes widen in sheer delight.
“Dogfight football!” She squeals and doesn’t waste a second before jumping into the back of the waiting Bronco.
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“You’re late, Bradshaw!” Jake yells an hour later and is about to rib him some more, but he falters when he notices Frankie in tow behind him. “Well, if it ain't Frank the Tank!” He jogs to where they’re standing and gathering her into his arms, spins her around in dizzying cirlces. The girlish trill of her laughter fills the humid saltwater air around them.
Rooster marvels at how well Jake does with children and reckons with a wry smile, that perhaps there’s still hope for the elder pilot yet.
“I’m wearing the boots you got me!” Frankie exclaims, excitedly.
Jake bends down to get a good look at the fire-engine red cowboy boots he had picked up for her on his last trip home to Austin.
“So you are, and might I add that they have never looked more stunning on anyone else before.”
Frankie’s cheeks glow pink- she’s about to say something else when she notices Scout a little way beyond the crowd and her eyes widen in delighted surprise.
“Miss Wallis!”
Scout’s eyes light up when she catches sight of her, and she raises a hand in greeting. “Hi Frankie!”
Rooster hadn’t considered her being there; figures that if he had known, he might have thought twice about coming. Especially with Frankie.
“What on Earth are you doing at dogfight football, Miss Wallis?” Frankie’s chest heaves from running through the sand to get to her.
Scout catches Rooster’s gaze for a second and he remembers instantly, the feeling of her hand in his two nights ago and how it felt like he’d known her for years instead of a mere couple of hours, and it’s all he can do not to gather Frankie in his arms and take her back home.
To spare them both heartache that would ensue sooner or later.
“Well, a little birdie flew by and told me that there was going to be a football game on the beach today, and I figured maybe I should drop by to cheer everyone on. What do you think?”
“I think that’s a good idea, Miss Wallis. Can we do it together?”
“I’d like that, Frankie.” Scout beams widely and holds out her hand for Frankie to take, which she accepts happily.
Despite the girls' enthusiastic cheering, a grueling hour passes beneath the relentless San Diego sun, and Rooster (out of breath and embarrassingly sunburnt) is the first to admit that he’s played better games. Jake and Coyote take turns teasing him mercilessly about it, but he can’t seem to take his eyes off Scout and Frankie gallivanting up and down the beach like a couple of old friends. Frankie picks out shells and rocks that strike her fancy, and Scout drops them into the pockets of her sundress for safe keeping.
When Frankie catches up with Rooster and Penny a mile down the beach, she’s breathless with triumph. “You’ll never guess how many shells I found, Papa. Look at this one,” She whispers and opens her tiny palm to reveal a miniscule, speckled cowrie shell.
“That’s a pretty cool one, Frank. You'll have to add it it to your collection." Rooster eyes Scout’s dress, which had been knee-length thirty minutes ago, and was now hanging around her ankles, the hem of it damp from sand and saltwater. "Did you thank Miss Wallis for hanging onto them for you?”
“I did, Papa. Can I go show some of my shells to Bob and Phoenix?” Rooster nods and watches Frankie bound away, her red boots kicking up a sandstorm as she disappears down the beach.
Scout clears her throat. “For what it’s worth, I think it’s why they make these dresses with such deep pockets.”
Rooster turns to her then; wishes for a moment that fate had intervened seven years earlier, instead of two days ago.
There’s no such thing as ‘right person, wrong time’ Bradley. The right person will never come along at the wrong time.
He hears his mother’s voice so clearly some days, it’s as if she’s still around somewhere.
“I never got to thank you for Friday night.” Scout finally offers.
Rooster frowns. “What for?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a fantastic rendition of a Jerry Lee Lewis song. It’s like you were born to play it.”
Rooster muses at how close she came to the mark. “I don’t have very many memories of childhood before the age of six, but my old man used to love that song.” They wander back to the group of pilots and significant others that had elected to stay after the game for the bonfire.
Jake's busy tossing the football back and forth to Coyote, but when he notices Scout, he winks and asks, "How'd I look out there, Wallis?"
She’s about to respond but Phoenix beats her to it, her tone deapan. “Like a magnet for melanoma, Bagman.”
A chorus of laughter erupts, and all Jake can do is roll his eyes and say, “It seems we have a comedian in our midst, friends.”
“You looked a picture of unbridled athleticism, honey.” Scout giggles by way of putting the flames out, and drops into a seat next to Maverick.
Rooster takes this opportunity to introduce the two. “Maverick, this is Scout Wallis. She just so happens to be Frankie's teacher."
The delicate creases next to the elder pilot’s eyes deepen as he offers her a wide beam. “So, it’s you we have to thank for the plethora of silly jokes Frankie likes to tell us.”
Scout’s cheeks redden before she offers a sheepish shrug. “It turns out that in the state of California, bad jokes are a prerequisite for primary schoolteachers.”
Maverick’s laugh is hearty and booming, but when it subsides, his expression is thoughtful. “In all seriousness though, you’re doing a wonderful job with her.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Captain. Frankie is a dream to have in the classroom.”
If Maverick wonders how Scout knew to refer to him by his naval rank, he makes no mention of it. Rooster, however, does wonder. He's about to ask her about it when Penny leans over and says, “You were at the Hard Deck on Friday night, weren’t you?”
Oh shit.
Maverick’s eyebrows rise in mild amusement.
“I was yeah,” Scout admits. “I had the pleasure of a very special performance.” She winks at Rooster who fights the urge to drop his gaze.
“Let me guess, he hit you with the old tried and true, Great Balls of Fire?”
“He sure did,” Penny laughs. “Had the whole bar in a tizzy.”
“His dad used to play that song on the piano like his life depended on it.” Maverick murmurs, by way of explanation.  
Rooster could see the wheels turning behind those beautiful eyes of hers again, and where he had never easily shared any part of himself with Frankie’s mother, he was struck suddenly by the want to share every part of himself with Scout. This notion made him uncomfortable for a multitude of reasons; least not of which was because his best friend, who seemed just as crazy about her as he was, was only a couple of feet away.
“I take it there’s history between the two of you?” Scout's voice shatters the muddled silence.
Rooster laughs and glances sideways at the surrogate-father figure before him. “Yeah, something like that.”
The night unfolds the way in which Sunday nights often do for Rooster and Frankie: with an abundance of friends and family, the warm salty air a salve for their souls. Frankie and Scout take a couple of turns throwing the football back and forth; Rooster notices the spiral Scout has on her and grows even more bewitched by the woman before him. When she’s had enough for the night, she drops into a seat next to Penny, their quiet chatter a soothing comparison to the hoots and hollers of the pilots around them.
A little while later, Frankie (exhausted from the day’s events, and with a stomach full of sparkling water and hotdogs) wanders over to where Scout’s seated, climbs onto her lap, and promptly falls asleep. Rooster watches Scout’s arms instinctively circle his daughter’s slumbering figure, and a chunk of ice the size of texas chips away from his heart. With a slight pang, he knows their time to leave has arrived.
“You’ll be hard-pressed to pry them apart, Bradshaw.” Jake’s Southern drawl is thicker under the weight of the couple of beers he had under his belt.
“Don’t I know it.” Rooster sighs and pushes himself from his seat to wander over to where Frankie and Scout are. He drops down into the sand in front of Frankie to rub the flat of his palm over her small back.
“Is it time to go?” Scout whispers.
Rooster nods and waits a second for Frankie to stir. “Come on Frank, it’s time to go home to bed.”
His daughter opens her eyes, her expression stupefied from the weight of sleep. “I don’t want to, Papa.” She pleads.
Rooster kisses the top of her head. “I know, sweetheart, but it's time.” She lets him lift her into his arms without any more fuss. It only takes a second before he feels the steady rise and fall of her chest against his shoulder to know that she’s back to sleep. He turns to Scout, not wanting to say goodbye but accepting the inevitable. “It was a pleasure seeing you again today.”
Scout gazes up at him. “The pleasure was all mine, Rooster. She’s a great kid.”
It’s only after they’ve returned home for the evening, Frankie tucked into bed, and his own eyelids fighting the lulling tug of sleep that he remembers Frankie’s precious shells. He makes a mental note to text Jake about them tomorrow. He lets his mind drift back to that wondrous woman before sleep settles in for good; wonders again how she knew Maverick’s rank, and how she possesses an ease to military life that most civilians don’t usually have.
Maverick stops by the next morning for coffee before Frankie’s awake for the day.
“There’s something going on between you and Frankie’s teacher.” His tone is mild and lacks any accusation.
“Well you certainly are direct this morning, aren’t you?” Rooster takes a deep sip from his mug, savoring the slightly bitter taste of the roasted beans on his tongue, before he answers no.
Maverick shifts in his chair. “But you’d like there to be?”
Rooster hesitates before nodding.
“You have to tread carefully here, kid. Frankie’s crazy about her.”
And so is Jake Seresin.
“Yeah well, Jake beat me to it, so there isn’t much else to say.”
Maverick’s viridian gaze twinkles knowingly in the light pouring in through the kitchen window, giving his head an almost imperceptible half-shake. “The feeling was mutual, Rooster. Everyone knew it.”
They sit in silence for a moment before Rooster asks, “Did you wonder how she knew to call you Captain? You weren’t wearing anything that gave you away.”
Maverick finishes the rest of his coffee and sets the mug down against the wooden tabletop. “What did you say her last name was?”
“Wallis.”
“She teaches at Mason elementary?”
Rooster nods.
Maverick shifts again in his seat and closes his eyes as if he were sifting through a mental rolodex of memories. “I believe her husband was top of his class at NAS Fallon in 2016. A truly great fighter pilot.”
Rooster blanches. “She's married?”
Maverick grows somber. “He died in enemy combat almost five years ago now.”
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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 2 months
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End Credits Tag
Thanks for the tag @jezifster!
Rules: pick a song that would play as the credits start rolling if your WIP was a movie. Feel free to do as many WIPs as you'd like.
Yes I'm tossing a fanfic or two in. Also I tag: @the-void-writes @aether-wasteland-s @toribookworm22 @chayscribbles @kashas-stuff @kk7-rbs (Only if y'all want! Open tag too!)
An Awesome Case of Trial and Error
Robots & Gardens
Fucked at Five
Space Don't Dictate Fate
Us Gays'll Save the Team
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snapdragoned · 8 months
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Lucas has to wake up early to help with some first-day-of-school jitters for Marina, but it all turns out okay!
(I love that little dinosaur raincoat, aw)
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antikorpersession · 2 months
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Antikörper #90 ✨ Musical Gems ✨ Samstag 03. Februar 2024 23-0:00 ByteFM mit Musik von J Mascis, Laura Jane Grace, Dinosaur Jr., Wesley & The Boys, Drunk Mums, Klez.e, The Lemonheads, Modern Lovers, Superchunk, Idles, Death, The Sleeveens, Split System, The Raincoats, Fatal Blow, Brezel Göring, Ty Segall, E.T. Explore Me, Buffalo Springfield, The Cavemen, Th' Losin Streaks + Ja, Panik ✨ Original Artwork mit freundlicher Genehmigung von Preston Spurlock ✨
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antonymziie · 9 months
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tw:: implied violence/abuse and gore || word count :: 1,649
synopsis: a college student is thoroughly disturbed by a lone boy shopping in the store. (full story under cut)
This story never gets easier, no matter how many times I have to tell it.
It was during my sophomore year of college, I was working a stuffy customer service job to afford the tiny apartment I lived in at the time. The apartment was within walking distance of both the college campus and the grocery store, so it was ideal for a twenty year old with no car. Most of the days at work were unmemorable, the high pitched blip of the register drowned out any possible semblance of thought, so I fell into rhythm with everyone else. Until the boy showed up for the first time.
It wasn’t uncommon for parents to send their children into the store, credit card in hand, to pick up the few items they were too lazy to come back and get themselves, but this was different. Not the regular snot-nosed adolescent sneaking takis onto the belt, but a little boy. Dripping from the rain, he couldn’t have been older than seven, and I had never seen him before.
His frame was almost completely hidden by a raincoat; and he struggled to retrieve a cart from the row of them. I watched the small figure disappear with a cart toward the back of the store. I continued my job, but I couldn’t shake the odd feeling about what I had witnessed; and the fact that not a single person in the store, customer or coworker, mentioned the boy, made it worse. It was as if I was the only one who saw the lone, coat-covered boy vanish to the far end of the store.
Half an hour passed, and a shopping cart full of items appeared from the depths of the aisles, wheeling up to the register, propelled by its own free will. The small boy, still dewy from the rain, materialized from behind the buggy. He looked at me with large, blue eyes, strands of his wet and dirty blonde hair hanging in his face; he didn’t utter a word, but rather, stuffed a tiny hand into the pocket of the oversized raincoat and retrieved a large bundle of cash. He placed a single, crisp, hundred-dollar bill on the counter; he looked at me, then the full cart of groceries. I hesitated for a moment, waiting to see if anyone would step in and acknowledge the boy.
He continued to stare with watery, blue eyes, and since no one would give me the time of day, I proceeded with the order. Unloading the groceries, scanning everything, placing it back in the cart, and using the money (which was in fact real) the boy had given me to pay for it all. He took the change and receipt and shoved it back in his coat pocket.
He left, pushing the mountain of groceries in front of him. At first, I didn’t think it was real, and usually I’m not bothered by the odd happenings in the store, but this was different; weirdly different.
A week passed and the boy had not shown up again since the previous time I saw him; perhaps it was a single strange event, or I ate something bad for lunch and mistook a short man for an elementary-grade boy. No matter how I tried to reason through the events, they still managed to fight themselves to the forefront of my mind during work. I assumed I would never feel at ease until I saw the boy again, hopefully with his parents.
The boy did return, in the same fashion as he did before; and like clockwork, thirty minutes later, he arrived at my register with a cart full of groceries. I could get a better look at him this time, the days had become warmer and he wasn’t wearing the coat like before. He was a frail, blond boy with sad, blue eyes and freckles dotting his face. There was a subtle blush to his button nose and dimpled cheeks, but overall his nature seemed- sad.
He did as he had done before, reaching into a pocket and retrieving one hundred-dollar bill, he looked at me, and then the cart. I unloaded the buggy and began scanning; the boy, in his dinosaur shirt and cargo shorts, did not look up from the tiled floor.
“Do you usually shop all by yourself?” I couldn’t help but address the obvious, a child shopping alone is a cause for question.
He nodded his head.
“Where’s your parents? Do they know you do this?”
He nodded again.
“So where are they- your parents?”
“At home.” His voice was almost too quiet to hear, “Mommy’s at home.”
“Why doesn’t Mommy do the shopping?”
“She’s sick.”
“Sick?” I was finishing up with the last of the groceries.
He nodded a final time. I couldn’t get him to answer anymore questions
That night, I sat by my phone, debating to myself whether or not I should call the police. I didn’t know anything about the boy, not where he lived, not even his name, and no one else seemed concerned about his visits; one of my coworkers said they “weren’t paid enough to care”. Still, I sat, pondering to myself by the phone.
Within the month, I quit my job at the grocery store. “Classes had become too much” is what I told them, but really, I was scared. I was scared that I would see him again, and I would have to spend another night sitting by my phone wondering what I would even tell the police if I made a call.
I believed that quitting my job had finally rid me of the boy with the sad blue eyes, that he would become someone else’s problem and everything would work out for the better, but that belief was short-lived.
Walking back from the nearby convenience store, I saw him; he was walking alone, pulling a wagon full of bags behind him. He didn’t notice me walking a couple hundred feet behind him, so I didn’t engage. I slowly walked and watched and my heart leapt out of my chest when he turned the corner to the road that I lived on.
It wasn’t my business, but I felt the dire need to know where he was going. What was going on? It couldn’t be anything good.
I was crouched behind some bushes when I watched the boy roll the wagon to one of the many doors on the first floor of an apartment building across from my own complex. He stood on his tip-toes to turn the knob, and once the door swung open, he pulled the red wagon inside. The door shut behind him.
I don’t know why I had decided to knock on the door, or how things would have gone if I had just minded my business and went home, but I could have never prepared myself for what I found.
I knocked. No answer.
I knocked again. This time I heard shuffling inside before the door shifted open.
Big, blue eyes peaked from the crack in the door.
“Is your mom home?”
“She’s sick.” The boy began to close the door.
“But,” I stopped the door with the toe of my shoe, “I really need to speak with her. It’s important.”
“…Okay” The door swung open, and that’s when the stench came.
It washed over me like a wave and my eyes watered from smell, it was beyond anything I had ever experienced; when I looked for a source to the smell, as I was led into the tiny apartment, I found no definitive answer. The place looked extremely well-kept, better than I kept my own apartment. The floors were void of dust and dirt, counters cleaned, dishes put away, but the smell of putrid rot infected everything.
The boy, my hand in his, brought me to the farthest part of the small apartment, the smell was unbearable but the young boy remained unfazed.
He twisted the knob and pushed open the door which unleashed a curse of imprisoned rot, it crept out of the room and choked me until I couldn’t help but gag until near vomiting.
In the small room, mountains of rotten food had been piled high on paper plates. They had remained there for so long they began fusing with the carpeting and the clothes that were scattered about the floor. A king sized bed, that occupied most of the space in the room, had comforters stained in brown and black, and a mass of curly dark hair was the only thing visible of the form that rested beneath them.
My blood ran cold. The boy looked at me and repeated what he had said before, “She’s sick.”
I didn’t reply. My hands were gripped tight on my cell phone.
“She got sick after Daddy left.”
My fingers trembled as I tried to unlock my phone to make a call. The boy had begun to tread over to the bed.
“Where’d you get all the money?” The boy stopped and looked at me, “for the food?”
“Mommy’s secret n’velope,” he struggled to pronounce some of the words, “for when Daddy got too angry and left her all alone.”
9-1-1
“He got really angry.” The boy said.
The phone rang forever. The stench of rot clouded my thoughts and big blue eyes stared me down with unknowing innocence.
When the operator finally answered, all I could manage to choke out was “please come.”
Everything after that felt like a blur, but I can still remember the smell inside that apartment so vividly that I wake up from gagging in my sleep. I don’t know what happened to the boy with the sad, blue eyes because, after the whole ordeal, I dropped out of college and moved back home.
Everyday, though, I think about him. An “old soul” who was taking care of his mother’s corpse.
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juicezone · 4 months
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6, 10, 13, 17? (agere headcanons ask game if ur still doing that)
6: are they a stuffie or a blankie kid?both? neither? ward is 100% a stuffie kid. a very particular stuffie at that (see commander gale <3) other stuffed animals are okayyyy, blankies are fiiine, but literally if ward doesn't have gale it's allllll over forever (he would be the kid to sit and watch the washing machine + dryer)
cooper will be a blankie kid, i think he very much wants a blankie but is reluctant to buy himself one. he has a blanket but not a blankie if u get what i mean. he secretly really wants someone else to be the one to give him a blankie
10:do they have any regression gear (teethers, pacifiers, diapers, specific toys or outfits, etc.)? do they try to hide it from friends/family Ward has Gale, of course! otherwise, he doesn't usually really do regression specific clothes (just wears a non-uniform version of his usual uniform lol) though sometimes he will wear other clothes if weather themed. literally 1 track mind
doesn't really wear diaps a lot but has some with little rainclouds and stuff on them! honestly he's more of needing interaction than gear, he's be 100% percent big in pjs with a paci but if bones noogies him and calls him kid, he's WHAM small
Cooper has some teether toys and a couple sets of feetie pjs + some non-patterned diaps (mostly just purple or green in colour, lowkey he feels bad if he messes up something with patterns). he has a cuple bottles (but his fav is one with little wrenches and tools that ward got him [mentioned here]) he also has some general dinosaur toys and books!
puppy-wise he has a hoodie with ears and paws, and also a (burmese mountain) dog feetie pj, and DEF some puppy-themed chewies. goes to town on a bone fr
13: what do they like to do when they're regressed? do they like to play pretend, watch tv/movies, color, etc.? (adding onto this)
cooper likes hands-on toys, he'd be happy with one of those block-sorters or those things at a dentists office where you move beads along a track or smth! sometimes puzzles but if they're too hard for their brain at the moment, they lose total interest
puppy-cooper likes playing keep away <3 he WILL have you throw something and then run away each time you go to take it back to throw it again. (NO TAKE. ONLY THROW)
WARD really will do lots of things but you have to be able to engage him on them. will not sit and paint alone, he constantly pesters Bones to come look, or to help him pick a colour, or- tldr: ward likes to do things that bones doesnt mind being interrupted every 5 mins abt
17: do they prefer to play indoors or outdoors? do they get upset when it rains? unfortunately in deepspace there isnt always the opportunity to play ACTUALLY outside (aka non holodeck simulated outdoors) so bth honestly get a kick out of it when they can regress outside
ward LOVES it when it rains. he is the kid to run outside in a single flipflop and shorts, while Bones chases him yelling about an umbrella and a raincoat
Cooper is not so sure about it, but one time he borrowed someone's raincoat and boots to follow McCoy while ward ran around in the puddles and he was absolutely enthralled with jumping in puddles himself! HATES being cold and wet afterwards tho.
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konmari-dogs · 1 year
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64, 65, 68, 70
64) Does you dog wear sweaters?
No we don't have any sweaters, it doesn't lend well to our seasons. LOADS of dog coats and pyjamas tho.
65) If they do, which is your favorite sweater you own?
My favourite of the clothes they have is the dinosaur pyjamas and the topographic raincoats.
68) Does your dog have any weird habits?
Weird is subjective but Thyme will straight up slap you when he wants something. As in he will come, sit next to you, turn and make direct eye contact then slap you in the face.
Thistle loves to roll in grass and also down hills. You ain't lived until you plan your dog walks to include hill-rolling time.
Thorn doesn't jump on you so much as he rears up into a standing position then wraps his front legs around you in a very soft bear hug. If your head is low enough or he's doing this from a raised platform, he will press his nose firmly and gently against your forehead. Can't state how much I love this.
70) Does your dog like to swim?
Thyme adores swimming, good luck getting him out of the pool.
Thorn is learning how to swim! He has gained the skills but isn't sure if he is passionate about it yet.
Thistle used to enjoy swimming to retrieve sticks but her back/leg don't let her do this anymore so she doesn't swim.
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hollyandbeau · 8 months
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Embrace the Rain with Colorful Fun: Exploring Toddler Umbrellas and Rainwear!
Introduction
Rainy days hold a special charm for toddlers - the pitter-patter of raindrops, the glistening sidewalks, and the prospect of jumping into puddles make for an enticing outdoor adventure. But to truly enjoy these wet escapades, having the right gear is essential. Among the myriad rain accessories available, the toddler umbrella stands out as a delightful and practical companion. Whether it's a child's dinosaur color-changing umbrella, a unicorn-themed one, or any other enchanting design, these vibrant and innovative rain protectors can turn a gloomy day into a playtime adventure. In this blog, we'll dive into the world of toddler umbrellas and explore some exciting options, along with other adorable rainwear to keep your little ones dry and cheerful.
Colorful and Magical: The Unicorn Umbrella
Unicorns, with their mythical allure, have long been a favorite among children. The children's unicorn color-changing umbrella takes this enchantment to a whole new level. Picture your toddler walking in the rain, holding this umbrella aloft, and suddenly, like magic, a burst of vibrant colors emerges as raindrops fall upon the special fabric. The transformation is simply mesmerizing! It's not just an umbrella; it's an experience that brings smiles and laughter even on the cloudiest days.
These unicorn umbrellas are designed with intricate unicorn patterns that capture the whimsy and wonder of childhood dreams. The color-changing feature, activated by water, stimulates curiosity and engagement, making it an excellent tool to teach your toddler about rain, weather, and the delightful science of hydrotropism.
Roaring Adventure: The Dinosaur Umbrella
For tiny explorers with a fascination for the prehistoric world, the child's dinosaur color-changing umbrella is a perfect choice. With its adorable dinosaur patterns and vibrant colors, this umbrella serves as a gateway to a thrilling adventure. But the real excitement comes alive when the rain starts to fall. As each raindrop makes contact with the umbrella's surface, the patterns magically transform, unveiling a vivid and captivating display of colors.
Imagine your toddler's delight as they watch their favorite dinosaurs come to life amidst a sea of colors. This interactive experience can spark their creativity, leading to imaginative play and storytelling, where they embark on a rainy day journey with their dinosaur friends.
Enthralling Color Play: The Color-Changing Umbrella
Beyond the unicorn and dinosaur designs, a plethora of other color-changing kids' umbrellas offer a mesmerizing visual experience. From radiant rainbows and charming animals to captivating under-the-sea themes, these umbrellas introduce young minds to the magic of color transformation. Each design comes to life with every raindrop, creating a sense of wonder and surprise that captivates toddlers and encourages them to explore the natural world around them.
As they watch the colors shift and blend with the rain, they begin to grasp the basics of color theory and weather patterns, making rainy days not only fun but also an educational opportunity.
Staying Stylish in the Rain: The Leopard Print Raincoat
While umbrellas steal the spotlight, a sturdy and stylish raincoat is equally important for your toddler's rainy-day adventures. The leopard print raincoat in the UK is a trendy and adorable option that not only keeps your little one dry but also ensures they look fabulous while doing so! This chic raincoat embraces the fashionable side of practicality, making your toddler feel confident and ready to take on any drizzle or downpour.
The leopard print design adds a touch of sophistication to your child's rainwear collection. The waterproof material and comfortable fit ensure that they can splash in puddles and explore the outdoors with ease, all the while looking effortlessly stylish.
Conclusion
Rainy days need not be dreary affairs when you have the perfect gear to transform them into colorful, magical, and joyous experiences. The child's dinosaur color-changing umbrella, unicorn-themed umbrellas, and a wide array of other color-changing designs provide toddlers with the opportunity to marvel at the beauty of rain and colors. These umbrellas not only protect against the rain but also stimulate curiosity and imagination, making each rainy day a new adventure.
Pair these delightful umbrellas with a trendy and reliable leopard print raincoat, and your toddler will be all set to embrace the rain in style. So, the next time you see dark clouds gathering, don't fret! Encourage your little ones to jump in puddles, dance in the rain, and create cherished memories that will last a lifetime. With the right toddler umbrella and rainwear, they'll be ready to make the most of every raindrop that falls from the sky!
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insecthoofs · 9 months
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5, 7, 28 (album of your choice), and 30 for the music asks?
5. Ramble about a song
I wrote one abt insect hoofs on lassie by Cardiacs but I'm sad bc my phone crashed :/ it was basically just abt how I relate to it while not knowing wtf it means (and how it should be known among weird transgender dogboy circles lol)
7. A cover I prefer to the original
The Raincoats' version of Lola!
28. Ranking the songs of an album (my favourite atm, Cardiacs - song for ships and irons)
(this hurts a little)
From best to least best:
Loosefish Scapegrace
Big ship
Burn your house brown
Tarred and feathered
Blind in safety and leafy in love
There's too many irons in the fire
All his geese are swans
Stoneage dinosaurs
All spectacular
Everything is easy
Plane plane against the grain
30. A song that makes me nostalgic
Danny L Harle - aquarius (Luna mix)
https://youtu.be/b2J87IDJ3dg
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spacefinch · 6 months
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A list of all of Dorothy Ann's outfits in the Magic School Bus show
Normal outfit (lavender turtleneck, teal skirt, and sneakers)
Space suit (Gets Lost in Space)
"United Digestion" uniform (For Lunch) *
Scuba gear with helmet (For Lunch and Gets Eaten)
Adventuring outfit (Hops Home) *
Rotting log expedition outfit (Meets the Rot Squad) *
Concert recital outfit (In the Haunted House)
Baseball uniform (Plays Ball) *
Reporter outfit (Plays Ball)
Short sleeves/summer outfit (Kicks Up a Storm)
Deep-sea suit (Blows Its Top)
Magma-proof suit (Blows Its Top)
Dinosaur safari outfit (The Busasaurus) *
Broccoli costume (Butterfly and the Bog Beast)
Butterfly safari outfit (Butterfly and the Bog Beast) *
Anti-fungus suit (In a Pickle)
Engine-exploration suit (Revving Up)
Vintage starship captain (Out of This World)
Pajamas (Out of This World)
Star Trek-style uniform (Out of This World)
Scuba gear with mask (Ups and Downs)
Lavender-and-pink jacket (In the Arctic)
Princess from Jack and the Beanstalk (Gets Planted)
Trenchcoat and fedora -- detective outfit (In the Rainforest) *
Rock suit (Rocks and Rolls) *
Winter outfit-- pink jacket, magenta leggings, and green beanie(Rocks and Rolls; Holiday Special) *
Normal outfit with hard hat (Under Construction)
Egg scuba gear (Cracks a Yolk) *
Beach outfit (Goes to Mussel Beach)
Raincoat and rain hat (Gets Swamped) *
Formal Outfit (Holiday Special and Goes Cellular)
Scuba suit with helmet 2 (Goes Cellular)
Basketball uniform (Gains Weight)
Skateboarding gear (Gets Programmed) *
Scuba suit with helmet 3 (Takes a Dive; very similar to original scuba gear, but the accents are magenta instead of teal.)
Starry pajamas (Sees Stars)
*= outfit has a hat, which D.A.'s pigtails stick out of.
Notes:
Headcanon that D.A. used to cut holes in all her hats when she was younger. During the first few field trips, she would always cut the holes herself, but it wasn't long before Ms. Frizzle realized D.A. had a particular fashion sense and set the outfit-maker on the bus to "always put two pigtail holes in D.A.'s hats."
At least 12 of D.A.'s outfits accomodate for her hairstyle.
My personal favorites for Dorothy Ann's alternate outfits are: Star Trek uniform, detective outfit, butterfly safari outfit, and starry pajamas.
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tinytinybumblebee · 2 years
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thinking about izzy in cute little rainboots.... with a cute matching raincoat.... probably little dinosaur rainboots with plastic spikes up the back and fun green and blue colours, a raincoat hood with horns and spikes and even a little tail. Ed and Stede wrap him up nice and warm and take him out to walk in the rain on their big property, exploring through the undeveloped forests in their back garden, Izzy splashing around in the mud, Stede in his own raincoat and Ed under an umbrella, keen to keep his freshly washed clothes away from muddy toddlers. Izzy runs around the trees and plants and almost slips in the mud a couple of times, stays out their until his lips have turned blue and Stede has to practically drag him back to the house
😭💕💕💕💕💕 yes!!! Colourful lil rainboots and jacket that has the cute button clasp that Izzy has opened up several times because he likes the noise it makes when they open!
Definitely hopping from puddle to puddle, just splashing mud alll up his boots and jacket but the tyke is having sooo much fun! And you know he's finding worms and asking Stede if they can bring them home but, Stede has to gently explain to Izzy that the outside is the wormies home and they like the water and grass muuuch more than hardwood flooring (and bc/ Stede hates worms xD)
Ed trying to keep his clothes clean oh my goodness- how long do you think that even last?? Because Izzy is definitely running up to Baba trying to show him the neat rocks he's found but he's got muddy hands! So, Stede definitely has to bring wet wipes to ensure no muds get on Ed's nice jacket xD
He definitely doesn't wanna go home!! He's having fuuuun but, Papa and Baba eventually picks him up and bring him in for a well needed bath and some warm soup!♡♡
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Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This
39. Salvaging the Day
Synopsis: Loki, Sylvie, and Mobius are so bored! So what better way to spend a lazy weekend than to get the little gods to regress and take them to an indoor playground?
Word count: 5,915
Stand Alone?: yes
Warnings: implied Sylkius relationship outside of regression, sex mention, diapers/wetting, dipping pizza in ranch,
Notes: More genderfluid Loki adorableness.
Read it on AO3!
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It had been a dismal morning for Loki, Sylvie, and Mobius; absolutely awful:  Breakfast had been ruined because the milk used to make the french toast had gone sour, which Mobius would’ve noticed if he hadn’t been having a conversation while cooking. 
Normally, Loki and Sylvie would’ve found this immensely funny, but they were too distracted by the fact that they felt awful, not physically, but their headspaces were fluctuating and inconsistent, and despite wanting, needing, to regress, they just couldn’t do it on their own, nor with just Mobius’ help. They needed something else.   
On top of that, that meant there was no good breakfast food in the house. Not to mention the weather was abysmal, as well: It was freezing cold, but not snowy. Thunderclouds were looming overhead, and rain was a constant, but every few minutes it turned to small chunks of hail. 
The three were piled on the couch, all dazed and lazy. Little toys were out and strone about, but Loki and Sylvie had no interest in them. 
They had some interest in Mobius, keeping near him, and trying their best to keep him happy with hugs and kisses, but it didn’t feel right. There was no passion in it, everyone was too drained and vaguely upset by nothing (entirely aware that it was because of nothing, and frustrated because of it) for anything to have meaning to them.
“We should do something,” Mobius said around noon. 
“Mm,” Sylvie acknowledged in a half-asleep grumble. 
“It’s too… blah. Can’t we just fuck or something?” Loki complained. But everyone knew there was no chance that was going to be enjoyable.
“Maybe we just need a change of scenery,” Mobius suggested, trying to stay optimistic. 
“Have we tried bugging Thor?” Sylvie asked. 
“I have. Asked if he could shut up with the thunder… Told me he’d try,” Loki answered, inspecting his black nail polish while laying over Mobius’ lap, and taking up a majority of the couch. 
Sylvie had herself pressed into the corner, with one leg over the arm of the couch and the other in a normal position. 
Loki rested his chin on her thigh, breathing a heavy sigh of vague, aimless frustration. 
Mobius suddenly slapped the opposite arm of the couch, alarming Loki and Sylvie. He seemed to have decided that they were going to make the most of this day, bad mood be damned. “Alright. You guys said you needed to regress, right?”
Sylvie heavily nodded.
Loki shrugged, but it was more of a yes than a no kind of shrug. 
“And you want to?” 
More enthusiastic nods. 
“Okay. I’ve got an idea.” 
Both opted to go for an older headspace. Sylvie, despite picking out an outfit fit for a preschooler, was about seven or eight, while Loki regressed to the very big boy age of four. 
Sylvie had picked out a pair of blue, corduroy overalls with a big, primary colored train on the front. She completed the look with a conductor’s hat and bandana around her neck, obviously Mobius’ additions. 
Loki picked out a very similar outfit of overalls, too. These ones were decorated with serpents and dragons (which were once dinosaurs but had little wings embroidered onto their backs). 
Mobius knocked on Thor’s door in a big plastic raincoat: “We’re going out, do you want to come?” 
Thor cracked open the door. “Where?” he muttered.
“There’s a big indoor playground a little ways away. Thought I’d take the kids. Do you want to come? There’s food and I’m paying.”
“Kids?” Thor asked. 
“Yeah, Loki and Sylvie. They’re big kids today. Four and Seven. Can you believe it?”
Thor raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised. “Hm,” he grunted. 
“Anyway, do you want to come or not? Open session starts in an hour, so…” 
“Yeah… Yeah, I’ll come.”
The journey felt just as blandly tense as the rest of the day, as the dreary rain and shards of ice poured over the little beige car.  The littles didn’t touch their toys, Loki didn’t even consider letting go into his pull-up, nor did either of them chew on pacifiers or even try to sing along to the radio. 
But as soon as Mobius got them to step into the building, ushering them forward and helping with their neon colored wristbands, the tension slowly began to thaw and melt away.
The playground was filled with littles, even the baby area was at least somewhat populated. 
Mobius brought them to a bench with some cubbies on the quiet side of the playground. He could feel Loki and Sylvie start to regress more, taking on their usual younger headspaces, and to a deeper extent than they had earlier, sinking down to six and three
Mobius prompted everyone to take off their shoes, helping Loki with his laces and finding spots in the cubbies. 
“You’re coming, too?” Sylvie asked when Mobius started slipping off his own shoes. 
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” 
Sylvie shrugged, a little smile hiding behind her face. 
Loki waited very patiently as everyone got ready to play, trying not to grin too hard as he whisked his head around, trying to look at everything, visually stimulated by the bright colors, and fascinated by the interesting smells, both from the cafe nearby, and those off smells that arcades and indoor play places always seem to have mixed with various disinfectant sprays. He played with his hair as he did so, stroking and twisting one specific lock that fell near his cheek. 
Thor picked up his slightly overwhelmed, but ever excited, baby brother. Not cradling him, just standing him up on his feet.
Loki was shocked by the motion, he had been so lost in thought that he made a little squeak when Thor moved him. 
Everyone was ready to go and had been waiting for him. 
Although the playground was crowded, Sylvie punched her way through as if it were an empty combat course with Thor trailing right behind, and Mobius helping Loki along behind him. 
The toddler did his best to keep up, slipping on the vinyl, half crawling and half running to keep up as Mobius frequently paused to coax him along or help him up. 
During one particularly difficult time getting Loki through an area where his head pretty much hit the ceiling and he was surrounded by narrow walls, Mobius looked up to find that Thor and Sylvie had gone. He crawled around the corner on his hands and knees to check where they might be, but found that the room diverged into three different paths, and he had no idea which one they would’ve taken. 
Loki caught up to Mobius and quieted for a moment as he took in the silence. Plenty of littles and children ran past, dipping and dodging through the tunnels and other rooms, and even squeezing past Loki and Mobius to head into the claustrophobic segment. 
“Guess we’re on our own then,” Mobius smiled. “Just like old times.” 
“Yep…” Loki nervously concluded alongside him, while considering if he should shove his hand in his mouth or not. He decided that this was a good idea until Mobius made him remove it, and replaced it with a pacifier for Loki to suck on.
“So which way?” 
  The little began to crawl towards the left so Mobius followed him. 
Unfortunately, that was the wrong direction. Well, maybe Sylvie and Thor did come this way, but the path led to steep climbing walls that dropped like cliffs, and woven elastic bands where one wrong step could lead you to fall through. 
“Let’s go the other way,” Mobius suggested. 
To the right, there was a room that led to a large and winding tube slide. 
Loki gave Mobius an uncertain look. 
“You’re not that heavy, it won’t break,” Mobius reassured him, taking the little into his lap and going down the slide with his arms around the tot’s midsection. 
Loki grinned the whole trip down squealing with laughter around a couple tight corners.
When they reached the bottom, Mobius and Loki were stopped abruptly as they rammed directly into the back of a familiar face who was sitting at the bottom of the slide, mid conversation. 
Thor let out an audible “oof!” as the 500 pound little and his Earthly caregiver slammed into his back at full speed. 
“Move!” Loki demanded, shoving Thor out of the way with his long legs. 
When Thor stood up, pausing the conversation he was having with Sylvie, he stuck his tongue out at Loki, giving his little brother a snotty look. 
Loki returned it, more dramatically, even adding a little fart noise, complete with extra spit directed at Thor. 
As the little and his older brother playfully teased each other, getting into a fake fight, Mobius paused and spoke to Sylvie. 
The area they had stopped in wasn’t part of the main jungle gym… not really. And unlike most of the playground, it was themed. The floor was a soft, light green mat, meant to mimic grass, and the section, only about 8 feet by 8 feet in full area, was surrounded by a white, picket fence-like, plastic wall. Around the slide’s exit, there were a couple small toys and mushroom-like stools for sitting.
“Hey, how’s it going? We thought we lost you,” he gently said as he approached, sitting on one of the mushrooms.
Sylvie stopped trying to play with a toy she found on the ground, probably dropped by some child or little who was too busy chasing their friends to realize it was gone. “Um, good; Bit hungry, gotta potty kind of, but good; better than earlier,” she concluded. 
“I think I’m gonna have to get Loki to the potty soon, too. Should we take a break?” 
Loki looked up from where he was stuck in a gentle headlock by his older brother, “No! No break!” 
“Alright, diapers for Loki it is,” Mobius teased. 
The little looked absolutely mortified at this prospect. “No, no no! Big boy no nappies!” he angrily stomped. 
“Woah, woah, we don’t have to, I just thought you said you didn’t want to take a break.” 
“No break!” Loki agreed, trying his best not to make it extremely obvious that he was practically doing the potty dance at this point with his legs glued together. 
Mobius ruffled his mustache and sighed, knowing this would be a battle, and one that could only end badly. 
“Look, Loki. You have three options: we take a break and you go potty and we continue playing, I get you changed into a diaper and you can keep playing, or you have an accident and we go home. So make a choice,” he said, putting his hands on his hips. 
Sylvie scowled at Loki. “You’re just hungry. C’mon let’s go,” she said, giving him a stiff push, almost knocking him onto the cushioning.  
Loki’s lip quivered as he looked between the adults, unsure of what to do and finally deciding to take his pacifier into his mouth and cry, hoping for pity. Hoping Mobius would say “you’re right Loki. Here, just let me fix that for you,” and the pressure would magically disappear without having to stop playing. Which would obviously never happen, unless Loki was already in diapers, which he wasn’t.
So, Mobius did just the only thing he could and slung the toddler over his shoulder, bracing for the tantruming fallout that would come. Which of course it did, and he just barely got Loki to the bathroom on time, only seconds away from what could’ve been an accident. 
Like a big boy, Loki used the potty, all on his own. His face was still tearstained and breath still hitching as if he had just had that accident when Mobius helped him wash his hands and set him up on the changing table. “Big boy!” Loki whined and cried like always while Sylvie took her turn on the potty. 
“I know, but I thought you said no breaks,” Mobius replied, as he pet Loki’s belly, hoping to calm him down. 
Loki stuck his thumb in his mouth and whimpered around it as Mobius pulled off the slightly damp pull-up and replaced it with a diaper. His whining continued, and so did the kicking and squirming, until his shorts were snapped up, by which time Sylvie and Thor were already impatiently waiting outside. 
“Alright, you can go play again. I’ll call you over once it’s time for lunch, got it?”
Loki nodded and rejoined her brother, who was waiting outside. 
“Ah, ah, ah.” Mobius suddenly stopped her when her appearance changed. 
Loki pursed her lips in a scowl at him. 
“If you’re going to have longer hair we need to put it up,” he told her, pointing at a rules sign outside the bathrooms near the play area entrance. “Here.”  He took a hair tie out of the diaper bag and started to put it up for her while sitting on a bench. 
The little pulled and squirmed, whining to get back to her bigger siblings. And after a grueling thirty to forty five seconds of struggle, Loki was free to go run into Sylvie’s arms and let Thor pick her up and swing her around, even if her tolerance for that sort of play was minimal. 
Sylvie was delighted to have a little sister joining her, ready to conquer the playground once more, but Loki seemed to have much different ideas. 
The littler girl waddled while taking Thor’s hand, and Sylvie joined them, curious of where they’d lead her. 
Loki stopped at the wall of the padded baby area, silently proposing it to Sylvie and Thor, who stared at her skeptically. 
“You’re the only baby here, and you’re perfectly capable of walking on your own. Come on, I want to finish seeing the big playground!” Sylvie argued.
Loki pointed again, more specifically this time, she motioned to the big, colorful ball pit.
Sylvie paused as she noticed it, too, the shine on the plastic catching her eyes. “Fine… we can do that I guess,” she said in slight wonder. 
So, Thor opened up the gate and let them into the baby little wonderland. It was, even to him, awfully striking with its oversized toys and large ball pit, and slightly smaller playground with easily climbable sections and shorter slides for babies and young toddlers who were just a little too young for the big kid area.
Loki dived into the ballpit nearly headfirst, giggling and tossing some of the plastic balls at Thor, especially the red ones, which she knew Thor liked very much, while Sylvie was slightly (only slightly) more hesitant, sitting on the side of the pit and pushing herself in slowly instead of jumping in.
Because Loki and Sylvie weren’t very familiar with ball pits, they didn’t know much of the germaphobic implications of it, either. As Mobius quickly found his family after repacking and zipping the diaper bag, he tried to hide his anxieties about them being in there; The fact that they had only gotten sick around him once was a miracle (well, if he had known they could even get sick in the first place, it would be).
There seemed to be a learning curve as the littles discovered this slowly. Noticing how some of the balls in lower levels seemed to have an uncanny wetness; Whether that was sweat, pee, spray-on disinfectant, or a mix of them all, was up for debate, but Loki and Sylvie soon got out of the pool, slightly disgusted by it. 
Loki toddled around the baby area more, dragging her slightly reluctant older siblings and daddy behind her, but not much of it interested her. 
Sylvie definitely felt like she was too big for most of the toys and obstacles in the space, and Loki seemed to be just straddling the line between too big herself, getting bored pretty much the second the ballpit lost its novelty. 
Soon, the littles were back to the big-kid playground, dodging obstacles back at full speed. Thor and Mobius kind of joined them, mostly hanging out around the outside to shout reassurances at Loki when the toddler looked down through the mesh walls at them. 
Sylvie ran into one “room” that she hadn’t explored before and immediately slipped and fell on the floor, which had suddenly changed texture. But it didn’t hurt, in fact, the little found that she bounced. 
Loki, eventually catching up, paused in the doorway in a very sudden, dramatic way. She flipped her hair out of her face and stared at Sylvie curiously for a moment. Watching the older girl pick herself up and test the ground again, hopping up and down on it. 
“Bunny! Come on!” Sylvie exclaimed, filled with excitement over the magically stretchy floor. 
Loki nervously dipped her feet in, as if the trampoline were a pond and then toddled onto the sloping floor that was weighed down as Sylvie. She slipped onto her bum and fell toward’s Sylvie’s leg. Despite being slightly startled, she didn’t really seem to acknowledge it had even happened as soon as she crawled back to the other side and stood up, bouncing on her tip-toes to test the floor, sucking on her fingers. Then, she squealed and started to jump more, and so did Sylvie, cautiously looking up at the ceiling that was still a good 3-4 feet above their heads and covered with a pool-noodle-like foam on the edges and mesh on the top. 
The room was small and the trampoline hardly fit the two of them without bouncing into each other.
“Hey, how’re we feeling? Are you guys hungry yet?” A familiar voice asked, with a near grunt as he struggled to army crawl through a low nearby corridor. 
Loki sat down very suddenly to get a good look at Mobius which caused Sylvie to double bounce, and join her little sister, much less gracefully, on the cushioned floor. 
Mobius paused as he stood up and brushed himself off. He then, still standing on the normal vinyl paused and kneeled next to Loki, “fingers out of your mouth, hun,” he reminded her as he picked her up and removed them gently. 
Loki frowned and tried to put them back. 
“Does that mean it’s lunch time?” 
She nodded while becoming suddenly fixated on petting his mustache. 
“No! We can have lunch later!” Sylvie said. “I haven’t even been down the big slide yet!” she complained. 
“Fine, but you’re taking me and Loki with you,” Mobius laughed, setting Loki back down to follow her older sister. 
The toddler turned around to say “bye-bye” to the very cool room before leaving it. 
A couple more uphill climbs, stairs, and toddler-appropriate climbing walls later, the three found themselves at the very top of the playground, seeing nearly eye level with the large rockwall across the way meant for teens and adults. 
Mobius tried to pretend his knees weren’t getting shaky as he looked down over the large entertainment complex. Was this plastic and mesh structure with its few foam covered metal supports really going to hold him and his two little goddesses all the way up here? He looked at the swirling tin slide Sylvie was getting ready to dive down headfirst and the thought persisted, but he let her go. He knew both of his little girls were strong, made of the toughest stuff in the nine realms, but he wasn’t. 
“Daddy! Come!” Loki ushered him over impatiently as if calling to a puppy. 
Mobius raised an eyebrow towards the behavior, and prepared to talk to her about using her manners. But the little girl seemed to be simply excited, pulling at the bar that spanned the top of the slide and leaning back, bouncing with her knees and heels to signal how ready she was to go, or maybe she was just wetting herself. Either way, the comment hadn’t been in bad faith. Not wanting to ruin her good mood, Mobius put his arms around her yet again as they went down the big slide to meet Sylvie at the bottom.
 “Alright, lunch?” he asked. 
Loki and Sylvie quickly agreed. They sat at a rounded cafe table and let Mobius look through the menus and helped them order. The group decided very quickly to just share a small pizza, mostly because the littles were impatient to get to go check out the arcade machines and said yes to the first thing Mobius suggested.
 Thor had apparently promised to earn them something from the claw game. He tried to insert an Asgardian coin into the slot, but it was rejected. Then Sylvie tried a Chuck E. Cheese token Scott had given her because he had it in his pocket and thought she’d like the shiny object (she did). That didn’t work either. 
A teenaged worker stopped them. “We don’t take quarters anymore, there’s a token machine behind you,” he informed them. 
Thor tried to insert his coin into the token machine, and then Sylvie with her Chuck E. Cheese token. Eventually, Loki frustratedly tapped the top of it with a flat hand, a light smack, and coins flooded out without leaving a dent. 
She giggled and clapped watching Thor and Sylvie quickly try to scoop them up. 
And so, Thor began his quest to win them a plushie or two while Sylvie attempted a pixelated arcade game. Loki confusedly waddled between the two looking for attention and not entirely sure what to do with herself. 
“Hi, sunshine!” Thor greeted her. “Would you like up?” 
She nodded and Thor hoisted the toddler onto his back. 
The little girl watched the claw with wide eyes as Thor inserted token after token and just could not win. She eventually decided to hop down and go find daddy when he started getting angry. Perhaps it made Sylvie laugh, but it put off Loki, especially when she was little. 
“Pababa!” she babbled as she ran into Mobius’ arms, bending down to snuggle her face into his neck and chest, pretending she was shorter than him. 
He picked her up and shoved a pacifier into her mouth, bouncing her up and down gently.
She giggled and cooed about it before reaching into her pockets and showing off all the fancy gilded coins she had, handing him some as a present. 
“Thank you,” he replied.
“Daddy play!” she squeaked. 
“You don’t want to join daddy in waiting for food?” 
She stuck out her tongue, making it very obvious she wasn’t just going to stand here while she waited. 
“Fine fine, why don’t I teach you how to play skee ball? I’m something of an expert at it,” he bragged. 
Loki grinned from ear to ear, she loved hearing the subtle excitement in his voice. 
Mobius and Loki found that Sylvie and Thor were still engrossed in their respective games of Frogger and the claw machine. He smiled a little bit and then inserted a token in each of the skee ball games, right next to each other. 
The balls clacked as they were released, causing Loki to gasp and tap her feet excitedly. 
“So you pick one up and, like a bowling ball, roll it up-” Mobius demonstrated, tossing one up, “and into the holes. You want to get that one, but all of them are good,” he shrugged, trying to sound very casual and much less enthusiastic than he actually was.  
Loki tried to mimic but didn’t quite understand, tossing the ball over-handedly and hitting the glass-like plastic cover that stopped players from just setting the ball in the hole. Although the ball rolled back down to her feet, the score went up with her magic and she clapped as if she had made it. 
Mobius smiled and showed her again. 
Loki continued trying, eventually setting her knees onto the lane and trying to crawl up to the top and set the balls in, to which Mobius responded by picking her up and tickling her. “Are you being naughty?” he joked as she roared with laughter. 
She rolled a couple more, finishing out the slot, actually trying a little bit and not using her magic. 
“YES!” Sylvie yelled as she finished a level of Frogger, aggressively fiddling with the joystick, just like she did when playing video games with Thor on the couch. 
Loki peeked over, no longer seeming interested in all the other games; she was more of a watcher, anyway. Occasionally, at home, when watching Sylvie and Thor played, she’d looked up from her wordy classic books (or some newer novels and fantasy stories that Mobius suggested… or the cardboard and fabric baby books with teethers on the sides and finger puppets) and make comments on how to solve the puzzles and beat other players. 
But there was one game that caught her eye after Mobius pointed it out. He knew there was only a few minutes left until the food was ready but it would be worth leaving it waiting for just a couple minutes to see Loki light up at “The Spider Game”.
It was an easier game than skeeball; If you could walk, you could play. Standing on a small platform, Loki was instructed by the game’s voice to step on the spiders painted on the floor. They had bright red abdomen buttons that lit up in a whack-a-mole like fashion.
Loki loved it, squealing, as she tried to get all of the spiders. 
Then, Sylvie slunk down from her spot at the arcade cabinet. She had so many tokens and yet, she began to cry and throw a fit, absolutely drained by losing an impressive twenty level Frogger streak and from not eating for several hours, with lots of play in between. 
Mobius picked her up, and Thor handed her one of the six plush animals he had won; A rather high quality, green teddy bear. She was teary and red, kicking her legs.
Loki held her brother’s hand and questioned Thor constantly as they walked back to the table, asking about the kinds of animals Thor had won and what he was going to do with them. 
“You can have this one,” Thor said, sounding only slightly older than Sylvie, and handing Loki a Winnie The Pooh stuffed animal to make her be quiet, getting sick of her constant questioning. He was going to put the other four on his bed, thank-you-very-much. 
Loki chewed on the ear and showed it to Mobius and Sylvie the second they sat down for lunch, trying to cheer up Sylvie as they ate their mediocre-at-best pizza.
Sylvie’s tear stains started to clear as she hugged the new bear under her arm and tried not to get pizza grease on it or herself. 
Loki mimicked while bouncing in her chair happily to let everyone know how excited she was to have a new stuffy, some lunch, and some general fun. 
They ate and chatted, in the way three little kids, and an adult who thought they were all very entertaining, would. 
Then, Loki started to become engrossed in something, chewing on a long piece of stringy cheese still attached to the slice as she watched Thor curiously, checking out what he was doing. Why isn’t Thor eating his pizza like Sylvie and daddy? she wondered as Thor dipped his pizza into a small cup of ranch dressing.
The little didn’t seem to realize Mobius was staring at her, wondering if she was okay. “Earth to Loki. Are you doing alright? Do we need to go potty?” he asked nervously, hoping Loki wasn’t about to need a bath right then and there. 
Loki shook her head and pointed across the table, leaning onto her hands and almost tipping the surface as she motioned to the tiny paper cup. 
“That’s ranch, you can dip your pizza in it. Do you want some?” Mobius answered her silent question, dabbing his mustache with a paper napkin. 
Loki didn’t pay much attention to him though, she reached across to Thor’s plate and dipped her pizza, well, what was left of it, in the strange sauce. Instead of eating it with the rest of the crust, she just sort of sucked it off, leaving the bread intact. 
“Opinions?” Thor asked with his mouth full. “Korg showed it to me.” 
Loki, our Loki, had never met Korg before. So, much like a child who had only heard rumors of relatives past, and the friends of their parents who had long moved on with their lives, never to be seen again, she had a slightly mythical idea of Thor’s old housemates. The little girl took more effort recalling who Korg even was than formulating an opinion on the sauce.
 Then, she nodded, very sure of herself. It definitely made the food taste better. “Daddy try!” she encouraged. 
When Mobius got up instead of taking her advice, she frowned and started to restlessly kick her legs.
“I’m just going to get you one of your own, be patient, little kitty cat,” he reassured her, wiping the grease from his hands and ruffling her’s and Sylvie’s hair as he got up. 
Both of the girls giggled and Sylvie tried to grab his hand to keep it on her head. 
When he returned with an identical little plastic cup of sauce, Loki smiled and stuck her fingers in her mouth. 
“What do we say?” he asked. 
“Thank you!” she said as she took another slice, dipping it and taking a happy bite. Then she tried the same tactic earlier. “Um, daddy try!” She dipped the bitten slice into the ranch and then held it up to him, a big, silly, grin spreading across her face as he took a bite. 
Sylvie couldn’t help but laugh as well, even though she had finished eating, with three, cleanly picked apart pizza crusts in front of her on her paper plate. She wiped off her hands and face on her own and started to fumble with her teddy bear, inspecting it while trying to figure out a name. 
When everyone had finished their food, Mobius stood up and started to collect plates for the trash. 
“Go play?” Loki asked, trying to make her soft yellow bear stand in her lap. 
“How about ten more minutes?” he proposed. “Go get your wiggles out and then we’ll head home, alright? Do you think you can do that without daddy and Thor coming with you?” 
Loki set her thumb in her mouth anxiously, looking between the two adults she relied on so often, then she took a deep breath and nodded. “Seevee help!” she said to Sylvie. 
Sylvie shrugged at this. Sure, she’d help. Not like she really had the choice. 
Loki and Sylvie made a run through of the playground while Thor and Mobius cleaned up the table and tried to shove as many of the claw machine stuffed animals into the diaper bag as they could. 
The two littles had taken their new bears with them, and tried to see how fast they could make it through the playground, accidentally bumping into many other littles and not even bothering to help them up aside from a passing “sorry!” and running off again to try to beat the other through the four floors of foam and fabric. A sort of obstacle course for the two of them. 
“And time,” Mobius called waiting by the big final slide as Sylvie slid down with her green bear still nestled into the crook of her elbow. “Alright, where’s Loki?” he asked, just as much to himself as to her. 
Loki hadn’t gotten stuck, she was just busy: When she was about to go down the final slide she noticed there was something horribly wrong. Looking down into her arms, she noticed her new bear was not with her, dropped along the way. 
“Loki! Come on, we’re gonna go soon!” 
Loki looked through the mesh walls, red in the face. 
Mobius sighed, “Looks like I’m going up to rescue her,” he said semi-nervously. As he walked up to the playground he looked back at Sylvie, “Can you go wait with Thor? I’ll be right back.”
She nodded and walked away sadly, upset that they’d have to leave so soon. It had been so much fun and she hated to think it was coming to an end, dragging her feet back to Thor who waited with a smile and outstretched arms to pick her up in a big, comforting hug. She looked like she needed a nap, badly. 
Mobius climbed up to try to get to Loki, dodging littles and children with “excuse me”’s and “sorry”’s, eventually finding Loki curled up, sucking her thumb in the trampoline room. 
“Are you doing alright, kitten?” he asked, slowly coming closer and leaning down as if she were feral. “Can you tell daddy what’s wrong?” 
She started to cry harder, reaching up to be taken into Mobius’ arms, but he denied for the moment. 
“No talking, huh? That’s alright, I’ll figure it out.” Mobius made a couple of signs for her to mimic so he could pinpoint what was wrong. But she shook her head at all of them, instead making two signs Mobius didn’t recognize. They were “Bear” and “Lost”, which he did eventually get after she repeated them a couple times.  
“You lost your bear…” he pondered, “Can you call it?” 
Loki demonstrated that she couldn’t; it would not rush to her hands with magic. 
“Alright, let’s go find him,” he decided, hoisting the toddler into his arms and walking slowly and deliberately with her as she sniffled, making sure not to bump her head or run into anyone else. 
He got her down from the playground and she screamed and cried being taken away from it. “Bear-bear!” she whined and whimpered. 
“Shhh, we’re going to check the lost and found first, see if it’s here. Okay? We’ll go back and look for him afterwards.” 
A staff member let them take a look, but the Winnie The Pooh plush with the damp right ear, wasn’t there. 
“Alright, so he’s still on the playground then. Can we retrace your steps?” 
Loki nodded, so Mobius set her down and took her hand as she waddled with wide legs to the entrance she came through, scuttled through a couple tunnels and up a flight of crawl-friendly soft stairs. 
That’s where she found it, propped neatly against a wall, probably by an older kid or caregiver, following their little one. Loki squealed as she brought it down, hugging it so tightly, Mobius worried that the seams would pop. 
“Alright then, are we ready?” he asked, coming back to Thor, who had Sylvie on his lap, telling her the most interesting stories. 
Both Sylvie and Loki agreed they did not want to leave, but Mobius and Thor dragged them back to the car, anyway. 
Loki was buckled into her baby seat, just like usual while Sylvie got into her big girl one all by herself and even got her seatbelt fastened. 
When Loki fell asleep on the car ride home, her form shifted back to the more masculine one he liked to use most of the time. He spent most of the car ride suckling on a pacifier with his bear in his arms, but soon started to wake up as the piercing golden sun hit his face as it peeked out from behind the clouds for the first time all day. 
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golden-web · 2 years
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13!
Did you have a favorite outfit/clothes as a child, if so what?
I did actually. I knew I wasn’t my agab at a young age and my parents where a tad confused but went with it so my first gender outfit I guess you could call it was pale blue Jean overall alls, yellow rain boots, a multi colored sweater of yellow, pink, purple and blue, and a dinosaur raincoat
I also liked the rain a lot
I should get a pair of overalls
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purpleplaid17 · 2 months
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Jess Watches // Wed 17 Jan // Day 117 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll
The Expanse (rw with mum) 2x01 Safe
Unlikely allies, Joe Miller and the crew of the Rocinante led by James Holden, uncover more about the conspiracy to release the proto-molecule on Eros station.
Picking up right where we left off with Holden and Miller recovering from all that radiation. Those implants look really itchy and uncomfortable. Chrisjen always being the cleverest person in the room with all of the 'emotonal' men. And Bobbie is here! Arm wrestling her way into my heart.
Moving (with friend) Ep 4 The Secret
Bongseok's secret is exposed and Huisoo walks him home. Frank searches for his third target.
I want the dinosaur raincoat so bad! He looked so cute boinging after her in the rain. I think his mum was right that Huisoo likes him. Her teasing did have a flirty edge to it when she was approaching him in his room. And I love how much she appreciates his niceness and is put at ease in his company.
The Legend of Korra (rw with friend) 1x07 The Aftermath
Korra suspects that an ally is working with the Equalists.
Asami, turning somewhat seductively towards Korra: I had something a little more exciting in mind. Korra: :o
Asami telling Korra she's bi: Well, you can't be afraid to mix it up sometimes. Korra: I gotta admit, I had you pegged wrong.
Asami, as Korra makes excuses to leave: You're leaving? But I-I thought … Korra: *fumbles her words*
Mako, irritably: Why are you doing this? Are you that jealous of me and Asami? [Pointing at Korra.] Korra: [Gasps.] What? [Shaking her head.] Don't be ridiculous! That has nothing to do with it!
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antikorpersession · 2 months
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Antikörper #90 ✨ Musical Gems ✨ Heute Abend ✨ Samstag 03. Februar 2024 23-0:00 ByteFM mit Musik von J Mascis, Laura Jane Grace, Dinosaur Jr., Wesley & The Boys, Drunk Mums, Klez.e, The Lemonheads, Modern Lovers, Superchunk, Idles, Death, The Sleeveens, Split System, The Raincoats, Fatal Blow, Brezel Göring, Ty Segall, E.T. Explore Me, Buffalo Springfield, The Cavemen, Th' Losin Streaks + Ja, Panik ✨
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