#late night bear posting

[bearotonin-international]

Hi hello here’s tonight’s obligatory late night bear post

#Late night bear posting

[fuckyeah-bears]

#late night bear posting #should be working on a paper #or fucking sleeping #but instead i'm on tumblr #because honeslty #fuck my life

[biracy]

I can't remember if I've posted abt this before but regardless: I'm sorry but I really and truly cannot get behind the idea that there is any wide-scale societal "pressure for trans men to be feminine" or "to be twinks" or whatever. You are either conflating a very small online community's beauty standard (usually some kind of transmasc pseudo-appropriation of "femboy" aesthetics, which yes, are often Bad and regressive and fetishized and etc.) with Mainstream Society, or confusing society not wanting trans men to transition with "wanting trans men to be feminine", which are certainly not the same thing. Ultimately if a cis person believes there is any validity to the concept of being trans (i.e. not a Posie Parker-esque "there's no such thing as a trans person" type), they are more likely to think that trans men should be like as masc and buff and hairy as possible or whatever bc that's what cis people think men look like and it's easier for a lot of people to recognize someone who Looks Masc as a man. It is difficult sometimes to see derision of trans guys who are Too Feminine and Not Hairy Enough or whatever (which is not always something someone has control over btw) as anything but "this is Skye who I think is a confused little girl because Skye does not pass" slightly restyled for 2023 "filthcore fagdykes" or whatever lol

#and btw 'twink' is not synonymous with 'skinny' that's not all it means i am so so so tired of seeing it used that way #i am also tired of like Positivity Posts for 'bears' needing to be based on derision of 'twinks'. get over that! #open mick night #lgbt #gender #god this is like that post where op is like It's sooooo hard being a trans girl who wants a vagina bc that's not the mainstream :pensive: #is it not? mainstream society decided women can have dicks? since when? #let men be masculine or whatever #sorry i know i've been talking abt this a lot lately but yknow it Is difficult. given the way i look and all that #like people keep saying that elliot page tweet was Actually About Body Type but like. is it? or is it about I Don't Think Elliot Page Passe #also tbh people say the same shit abt cis men. 'people are okay with Fem Queers(tm) but not Masc Queers(tm)' wow are they? since when? #and are the people telling men they're not allowed to be masculine in the room with us right now

[time-slink]

another day another few completely different ways to draw the same man <33 ft. funny little outfit swap with Actually Not The Same Guy

#slinky’s sketches #ethoslab #not gonna tag kks here because it’s not my fandom and i don’t wanna bother them #but he’s also very dear to me <333 only read half the manga so far tho #could not bear to sit through the show lol #weird drawing him as shorter than someone but ethos just stupid tall like that #sorry for the late night scribble posting it WILL happen again <3

[mementoasts]

dude where did you even get that

#i liked drawing this-- felt comfortable. nice to post something i can be a million percent confident in xD (more or less) #i didn't rly plan on doing anything for valentine's day (this is a bit late tbf) but the idea came to me last night #sooooo i spent the evening drawing him and daigo bear #masadai #masato arakawa #ryo aoki #daigo dojima #(only a bear version but who cares fhskhdskfhk) #rgg #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #the void given form

[ponds-of-ink]

All right, late night head-canon for Scraptrap time. One that I think I’ve brought up before, but I’ll give it here in more detail.

Speaking of late nights, Scrap has a very hard time falling asleep when his area is pitch black. Whatever the reason for this newfound phobia, he just reverts back to a scared little kid for a second and just shivers in a corner until his body gives out... Well, on a decent night. If his sleep’s filled with nightmares, then he’s going to be shivering on the floor for a good part of the night like the Crying Kid from Fnaf 4. This is not good for the other three Salvage robots who need their strategist at full strength... Or who just want to have an uninterrupted sleep.

However, Helpy and Lefty have teamed up to provide something that might work. Helpy goes with the more indirect approach of leaving a nearby light on or pretending to leave Michael’s radio on by accident. Lefty, meanwhile, aims for a more direct approach— Only if needed, of course. Something like triggering one of the pre-programmed stories in her system or playing one of melodies in her music box. The only consistent tricks so far have been the ones relying on audio, strangely enough. Maybe the thought of someone else being there eases him a bit..?

Anyway, Molten Freddy couldn’t care less about his second-in-command’s phobia while Scrap Baby has no clue because neither of the bears have had the heart to tell her yet. Mike figured it out pretty fast thanks to accidentally stumbling across him one late work night. All he did was leave the light on, though.

...Oh, and before I forget: The Scrap Baby plush does have some glow-in-the-dark yarn to make it look “spookier”, so it being used as a nightlight could be a good alternative. Why I didn’t mention that before astounds me.

#scraptrap #fnaf headcanons #fnaf 6 #helpy the bear #scrap baby #michael afton #molten freddy #late night thoughts #late night post #fear of the dark #fnaf lefty #lefty the bear #I say “newfound” as if there’s not the off chance of Scrap just reviving his childhood fear of dark basements #but that’s not proven yet so #william afton #he’s in the clear #(for now)

[writtenrpfc]

I'm kind of divided when it comes to what I think about Carmy having a love interest in the next season.

On one hand, I find it really interesting. Carmy closed the door to any meaningful interaction for a lot of time after his brother died. He shut important people off for the sake of his job.

I think it'd be really intriguing to see how he would act when he finds someone he actually could open up to. Or even if he will do it, because after being so alone it might be really hard.

On the other hand, I just love the fact that having him exist without a love interest was kind of unique to an extent. Romance is great, but also seeing a protagonist with other objectives is refreshing imo.

I'm just wondering how this is going to impact him and his journey in the new season. So excited to watch it unfold.

#「✺」 the bear #just late night thoughts #this post might be dog shit #carmy berzatto

[captainbasch]

oh also here is my nasty problematic old man commander knight.....guy.... Wyborn! hes the worst and youll probably never see him again but i liked this head shot so here you go!

#ocs #he goes by Bear because he is gigantic and has killed a lot of ppl LOL #in one AU he IS a werebear :o #he is paired with emil! who ive posted before maybe....if not i have a piece of him coming soon c: #also wow what a mood im in! late night blorbo freebies and a sketch? who am i??

[lex-n-weegie]

First Meeting

Paring(s): Glamrock Bonnie x "Hazel"

Warning(s): Robot abuse(?), Technical Ruin Spoilers

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Current Objective: Fix the broken objects in Rockstar Row.

Addendum: Do not interact with any of the Glamrocks. A note from Dave: "They have better things to talk to. They should be in their rooms with he curtains shut anyways."

They already knew what their mission was, but with nothing else to do or think they simply replayed it in their head over and over, thinking about all the things that were broken and the best way to fix them.

Recalling correctly, the things that were broken were

The tail on the Roxanne Wolf Statue

One of the display cases

A display light on Glamrock Chica's Statue podium

And the fake plants on Glamrock Freddy's Statue podium

That was very much doable, probably would get it done without the hour. Unless something were to go wrong that is, but their programming was perfectly fine, they wouldn't do anything wrong.

Pushing along the small cart they had, they made their way from their room down below up into Rockstar Row, already assessing some of the visible damage that they could easily see. They glanced over at the Glamrock's rooms and sure enough, the curtains were shut tight. They didn't know why they even looked, but it was brushed off as they approached Roxanne's statue.

The tail was actually mostly fine, but one of the pieces of "fluff" was broken off. Easily fixable, grabbing a small blowtorch they had brought they simply rewelded it, fussing over it slightly until you couldn't tell it was ever broken.

Next was the fake plants. They looked kind of pruned, like a kid or an "angsty teen" had ripped them all of. Again, easy, simply replacing them with new ones and keeping the old ones to throw away proper.

The light for Chica's podium wasn't even broken either, the bulb had simply fizzled out. Just had to be replaced and bam! Three out of four things done already.

The display case was a little more difficult, but still easy. Seemed like someone must have fallen into it, as one of the glass panels were cracked. It a tricky, since the glass has to be slowly taken out and put back in, all without error. Slowly, loosening the frame, they were able to pull out the cracked piece. Still trying to be careful, they slowly got up, intending to gently set it until their little cart to once again, dispose of properly, as any other way would simply be-

"Howdy."

The sudden voice nearly made them drop the glass, which on instinct had their grip harden and crack the thing more. They were thankful it wasn't the new glass, as they only brought one replacement with them.

"Ah geez, didn't mean to scare ya. Sorry mate."

Finally the figure was in view, an all too familiar lavender rabbit that honestly towered over them quite a bit: Glamrock Bonnie, leaning against the cart.

If the sudden hello didn't shock them enough, the appearance of a Glamrock sure did. Shocking enough to make them completely silent. And frozen in place.

A couple of moments of silence followed, Bonnie slowly looking a bit uncomfortable until he cleared his throat(odd, since they didn't need to breathe or have anything in their throat to clear).

"Let's start over. Howdy, it's nice to meet ya." He held out his hand for a handshake, but was only met with more silence as the bear's eyes flickered from his face, down to his hand, and back up. After a minute, they gently placed the glass pane in the cart, giving the rabbit an inquisitive look. Right as he was wondering if they didn't talk, they finally spoke.

"I thought you were guys were supposed to be in your rooms. Weren't you given orders to?."

He was taken aback, but he retracted his hand and simply shrugged.

"I mean, yeah, but I wanted to come out here and meet you. So I left." To his surprise, this seemed to baffle the bear.

"Why? You're supposed to do what you're told, disobeying is bad." A bit hypocritical admittedly, since they were told to not talk to the Glamrocks, but they figured they could help steer this rabbit onto the right path.

"Well, I gotta have a little bit of free will, don't I?"

"No? You have to do what you're told. Why would you want to do anything else?" Saying this they continued their objective, gently picking up the replacement glass and going back to the display case, going onto their knees to make things easier. Bonnie seemed baffled again, but after a moment of pause came up with a comeback.

"Well, I bet you were told not to talk to me, yet here you are. Checkmate." He leaned against the cart again, a smug smile painting his face. They froze again, but only for a second before they continued their task.

"I'm just simply trying to get you to follow your orders. That hardly means anything."

"Were you explicitly told to? Or even given explicit permission to?"

"Well, no-"

"Then you're doing all of this out of free will. Bam." He shot them a finger gun, making a little clicking sound as he did it. To his surprise, they let out a small breathless laugh and smiled, making sure the glass was properly secured in the frame before standing up to face the bunny again.

"Alright, fine, you win. I'm going to need that kart back." They said, pointing to it.

"Ah, my bad mate." He moved, lightly pushing it towards them. "Actually hey, what's your name? Me and the others have kinda just been calling you Afro Bear."

They were surprised for a moment, that any of them would even notice them enough to give them a sort of nickname. Regardless they responded.

"Oh, I don't have one."

That seemed to baffle the bunny the most that night, his look being a mix of confusion and concern.

"Ya don't have a name?" He asked, almost careful with his words.

"No, I was never given one." They stated matter-of-factly, like nothing was wrong with that statement.

"What do the workers call ya then?"

"Mostly bot or bear. One of them specifically calls me Thing." They saw a flash of anger in the bunny's eyes, and fearing they said something wrong they quickly continued. "Do you think I should have one? I could come up with something for you."

"No, no." He waved his hands, shaking his head. "You should do it if you want to. You don't have to think about other's opinions."

"Well-"

"BEAR!!!" A voice yelled, followed by stomping shoes against the tiled floor. Dave, the specific employee to gave them their orders, was full of anger and fury. "What are you doing?! You were told to not interact with the Glamrocks under any circumstances!"

"I-I'm sorry!" They started to profusely apologize, grabbing the kart and dragging it along with them as they tried to meet Dave halfway. "He was disobeying orders, I was just trying to-"

"Who do you think you are trying to give a Glamrock orders?!" He started to explode, taking all of his anger out of them. "You are only supposed to follow orders, that's it!"

"Hey Mate, they were just-" Bonnie tried to interject, but Dave shushed him.

"Shh!! Both of you, back to your rooms!! Now!!" He ordered, Bonnie huffing and giving the man an annoyed look before walked off, waving to the bear with a smile.

"C'ya mate."

To his disappointment, they only looked at him for a second before turning away and walking off, pushing the kart silently as they both disappeared behind their own doors.

#lex writes #glamrock bonnie #hazel the bear #being brave and putting character tags on this lmao #and yes I wrote him as an aussie what of it /lh #hopping to the heartbeat #selfship #self ship #selfshipping #self shipping #fnaf oc #fnaf original character #fnaf s/i #fnaf self insert #fnaf self ship #🐻🤖 #why am I posting so late at night? woke up due to cramps and I wanna write a part 2 lol

[xenocg]

Care Bears but Grumpy is the most popular in-universe because he's that guy anyone can vent to and he just completely understands

#xeno posts #care bears #grumpy bears #yes im thinking about care bears late at night again #my pc is taking hours scanning an angry beavers dvd tf else am i supposed to do

[hella1975]

‘you’re all i got, cousin’ crying over richie of all people. can this day get any worse

#IF I SAID RICHIE IS ONE OF THE MOST COMPELLING CHARACTERS ON THE BEAR WHAT THEN #THIS SHOW SAID NO TWO DIMENSIONAL CHARACTERS!!! #he’s still a dick tho. love him #hi i had a hellish day. being on ur period plus working bank holiday saturday lunch rush? no a slaytastic combo #saw unprecedented levels of twatism today night actually be my worst shift at this place ever #god fr saw me posting positively about work lately and went girl BE QUIET and u know what it’s crickets from my end from now on bossman #this is the first time i could NOT snap myself out of a mood bc of a customer like it was a hundred little shitty interactions #of being spoken to like utter shit and then one table just pissed me OFF like complained to my manager the works and if it had been that on #it’s own it would have been fine but it had already been building and i was like no. im done #got asked if i could stay on until 10 and i wasn’t even polite about it i just went ‘FUCK no’ #almost cried on the bus home. humiliating. immediately got in an argument w my mum. thriving tbh #and then went ‘now is probably a bad time to watch THIS of all shows but oh well’ and weirdly it’s actually calmed me down bc I’m reminded #this is a universal struggle and it isn’t just me being a little bitch lmao. still sucks that my job literally consists of #‘whoever can tolerate being spoken to like dirt for the longest without snapping will get shifts :)’ like why is this behaviour allowed #why do i have to regularly day after day be disrespected and treated like im not even a person. for MINIMUM FUCKING WAGE #blowing the restaurant up im so fucking done man #the bear #hella slaves to capitalism

[bearotonin-international]

uh oh we are late night polar bear posting

#Late night bear posting #Grr #bad team bad #Go to BED

[fuckyeah-bears]

I’ve literally worked every single day for the past I actually don’t even know how long. At least the past 2 weeks, probably closer to 3 tho. God I can’t wait until Wednesday when I finally have a day off

#I’m tired enough that I’m neurodivergently oversharing on the internet #Super cute #I’m also late night bear posting instead of sleeping #Even fucking better

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Grieving the Living - a Sloose fic

After his and Carole's divorce, Goose is finding it difficult to adjust to his new life. Ron helps as much as he can.

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For a prompt list, this was "What are you doing up?" "My personal heater went away"

Words: 726

Sitting up at the table, he watched the cars go past in the distance. San Diego was much different to Texas. Bustling people, even at three in the morning. Lights flickering in the background as he took a sip of his water. He could’ve had something stronger but thought against it. Even though Bradley was halfway across the country, in DC, he still thought about what would happen if he found him half drunk in the kitchen. 

Which is why he was a little confused when the floor board creaked behind him. Nick turned around to see his gentle giant rubbing his eyes and pacing toward him from the bedroom. 

“What are you doing up?” he asked.

“My personal heater went away.” Ron came up behind him as Nick turned around, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and adding. “Besides, I could ask you the same thing.”

Nick held his hand as it rested on his collarbone and kissed it. He tilted his head to rest on his arm. He thought of Carole, all those miles away raising their son, and wondered if she was feeling this shift as well. The divorce had only gone through recently and despite it being a mutual agreement, it didn’t mean this felt at all natural to be at home without her or Bradley there. 

“This all feels a little weird-” he gestured to the house and Ron. “Being here, no Bradley, no Carole, and they’ll never be again, even though we both get to do what makes us happy, and she’s not out of my life, it’s still a whole section of my life that’s over now.”

He sighed. “I guess I’m just grieving. Is that stupid?”

Ron moved away and sat on the chair next to him. Bags hung under his eyes as he smiled at him in a half distant way. There was a way in which he slumped as he sat that made Nick wonder whether they should even have this conversation now or wait until the morning, he looked as exhausted as he felt. Yet, their hands stayed together as he got settled.

“‘S not stupid, ‘s normal,” he mumbled. “One period of your life ended, ‘s gonna take time for you to process it.”

Nick nodded, Ron then added. “And you’re missing your kid too, I mean, I know that you spent a lot of time away from him before but it’s still different from this, there was a reason why you couldn’t see him before and now it’s like you could but you’re being stopped, it’s a new kind of missing him.”

He thought of his baby boy, now seven years old, was living all the way in DC. Nick wanted to carry on flying, Carole didn’t after the accident, and after trying to make do in a position there, they both agreed that they weren’t happy. But, as Bradley had already settled into his school and made friends, they thought it wrong to move him again. It didn’t mean Carole had full custody, though, Bradley was set to visit during the holidays, and they called almost every day.

“I don’t really have any other advice, it’s just something you’ve got to get used to, unfortunately,” Ron said, getting up.

“Yeah-” Nick joined him. “I’ll call him tomorrow, though.”

Ron hummed and dragged him toward the bedroom. “But bed now, please.”

He didn’t say it like a question, more of a statement, a fact. His hands held onto his wrists as he pulled him. Ron was always so secure, maybe it was because they were both RIOs and their whole job was to keep someone else safe that the people who were drawn to it were instinctively protective.

They didn’t have a very big apartment, they were renting somewhere rather than staying in Navy barracks, it meant that Ron could rough him up without worrying about being kicked out, so their bedroom wasn’t too far. Nick was also still adjusting to living in just an apartment rather than having a whole house.

Their bedsheets were ruffled and wrinkled, thrown about as they’d tossed and turned sleeping. Nick crawled back in with memories of Bradley on his mind as Ron’s arms wrapped around his waist, his cold hands touching his arms as they reached some kind of equilibrium. He hoped Bradley was sleeping well.

I'm coming to the end of this list now! Only 2 to go!

Also Carole's in DC because I'm setting up my new power throuple Charlie x Penny x Carole or Charenole. So Carole bumps into Charlie, they start dating, and Penny joins the party when her dad, stationed in DC, gets sick and she goes to care for him. So, Carole ends up happy, don't worry.

Also Ron is Goose's gentle giant and you can't convince me otherwise. Thanks for reading!

#top gun #sloose #divorced goosecarole #nick goose bradshaw #nick bradshaw #goose tag #goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #ron kerner #slider top gun #slider kerner #goose x slider #slider x goose #bear writes #what are you doing up? my personal heater went away #angst #post divorce #hurt/comfort #late night conversations #goose lives au #nick bradshaw lives #mentioned bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun #rooster bradshaw #carole bradshaw #top gun 1986 #top gun (1986) #past goosecarole

[taylovelinus]

ugh I had a friend today, who is famous for going scorched earth, decide to go scorched earth with me. shocking i know, but still, hate to see it

#okay SO. our friend group wanted to go to a party last night but this friend she said she wasn't sure if she wanted to go #she works REALLY long hours and goes to bed very early and the party didnt start until late #and on top of that someone she has beef with was going to be there. AND that person asked me to not bring my friend #I'm good friends with both of them and didn't want to pick a side and i've been stuck in the middle for months #so it all added up and we figured she honestly wouldn't want to go anyway with all things considered: too late + has beef + 40 min drive #but no. she saw the posts on people's stories and she was livid. and I for whatever reason and bearing the brunt of the rage #despite going w 2 other friends who are also in our gc. and i'm not even like the one that's closest to her but okay #and dont get me wrong if i were in her shoes I'd feel left out too. like yes I feel bad yes I fucked up #but idk she's vague posting about me (us?) on her instagram and its like. we do literally everything with her and we adore her #is it worth going scorched earth over? idk #but she has her own insecurities and issues and so I understand why she acts the way she acts. but it still sucks

[dancingdryads]

I always thought I was more of a Lucy, I thought we were so similar, but you know, I think I’m really more like Susan. Like I think my faith and determination to hope is a bit more like Lucy, but personality wise, I’m definitely more like Susan.

I’m very much another parent to my younger brother, I’m concerned with propriety to a certain extent and whether things make sense logically. I’m even concerned with how I look and present myself, though that is in part because it’s fun and in part because how you look does affect how people react to you. I never had the fashion equivalent of a nylons and lipstick phase, but I did have the ‘I’m very mature for my age’ phase which basically amounts to the same thing even if the method I chose was different.

I’m more likely to be the one holding down the fort, preparing home for people coming back rather than the one charging forward. And you know? That’s a good thing. Lucy’s need Susan’s to balance them, and vice versa.

That’s why the Pevensies worked so well, they could balance each other, soften the extremes. And we can’t all be the kind of person that climbs trees barefoot (trees have splinters) or wander to new places completely unconcerned (like I love you Lucy but stranger danger is a thing and you did almost get kidnapped so)

(… but then again, the friendly optimism saved Lucy from that so, again, balance)

#lilly posts stuff #thoughts way too late at night but here it is #I always wanted to be like the nymph girl but steppig on sticks barefoot or getting stung by bees does actually hurt #I also grew up in the desert with things called goat heads though #so I probably grew up in the wrong place to copy the fae like forest exploration #plus like rattle snakes and bears were around #proves my point #I gotta consider stuff like this before going into fantasy mode