#timeout market

[dasistleeway]

Good bye, Europe, see you next time!!!

We had only one night in Lisbon, so the TimeOut Market was the Ideal choice, so many delicacies to choose from...

#lisboa #timeout market #portuguese #portugal

[cameronspecial]

New Daddy

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Summary: Millie decides she needs a new daddy after one time out.

Masterlist

Millie loves her mother and father, but when Drew gives her a timeout for hitting him, she is not his biggest fan at the moment. Y/N watches her little girl play on the playground while bouncing baby Tristan in her arms. A little boy approaches Millie and Y/N can’t hear the conversation they are having, but it seems to entertain her daughter. “Hi, I’m Chris. And I am four years old. I have a daddy, but no mommy,” the other child introduces himself. Millie beams at his last words, “I’m Millie. I have a mommy and daddy, but I’m mad at my daddy. Does your daddy want to marry my mommy? You can be my new brother. I already have a little brother.” Chris doesn’t really know what Millie wants to do, yet he still agrees to it to make her happy. 

Y/N spots her daughter walking toward a man with a new friend and her maternal instincts kick in. She runs over to her daughter, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Millie, what are you doing? You know you shouldn’t approach strangers,” Y/N reprimands her daughter. Millie smiles up at her mother, “But he’s not a stranger, Mommy. He is my new brother’s daddy. You should give him your phone number.” Y/N’s eyebrows knit at her daughter’s words. She readjusts Tristan in her arms.

“What do you mean, Millie? This little boy is not your new brother. Do you want a play date with him? Is that what you mean?” 

“No, his daddy is going to be your husband. Chris doesn’t have a mommy, so you can be his mommy.” 

Y/N’s eyes widen at her daughter’s words and she looks up apologetically at Chris’s dad. “Millie, I have a husband already. Remember, he’s your daddy.” Millie crosses her arms with a shake of a head, “He’s not my daddy anymore. He was mean to me. He put me in time out.” Y/N can’t help but giggle at her daughter’s words and she can’t wait to tell Drew the story when they get home.

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Millie runs into the house, going to wash her hands for the snack she is told that her father is preparing for her. Y/N pushes the stroller into the house and leaves it at the front door. She takes Tristan out of the car seat and heads to the kitchen to find her husband cutting a strawberry into a flower. “You might want to start looking for a new house,” Y/N jokes, coming close to him to kiss his cheek. He moves away from her with confusion written on his face, “Why?” “Apparently, your daughter is in the market for a new daddy. She even went as far as telling me to give my number to her new friend’s single dad,” she explains to her husband. Betrayal crosses his features as his little girl runs into the room. “You don’t want me as a daddy anymore, Mills?” he questions with an upset look.

She shrugs, forgetting her slight against him and just wanting her snack. She runs over to the counter and reaches for the fruit in his hands. He moves his hand over his head and out of her reach. He shakes his head, “Nope, strawberries are only for little girls who want their daddy.” “I do want you, Daddy. You were just mean to me,” she pouts, jumping for the strawberry. Drew doesn’t give in to her reach. “Well, what do you say to daddies that you want?” Millie knows the game her dad is playing and wraps her short arms around his legs, giving his leg kisses since she can’t reach his face. “I love you, Daddy. Can I please have my snack now?” she asks. He grins down at her and picks her up into his arms. He kisses her cheek, handing her the strawberry. “Of course. I love you too, Baby. Just don’t hit people and you won’t get a timeout.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey fic

[littlebumblebeesstuff]

Star Wars Characters - Agere Headcannons

Obi-Wan

- Likes to follow a routine. Set bedtime routine (brush teeth, story time, snuggles). He lets you define it, what does your routine look like etc, but knows that you get frustrated when it is disrupted

- Really good at getting you to burn off energy! Whether letting you play with the 212th (Under his and Cody's supervision) or using the force to 'animate' your toys.

- More suited for 3-6 regressors, but does have a soft spot for babies as he loves to snuggle up with you and Cody

- CG!CodyWan

- Anakin is NOT allowed to babysit

- Visits to the Jedi Gardens

- Tea parties in the council chambers (Mace secretly loves them)

Cody

- VERY focused on a routine- blame his training. Set bedtime routine (brush teeth, story time, snuggles). He likes to plan for everything. Has a folder of 'baby battle plans' on his holopad (details play dates/ activities/ alternative plans due to weather)

- CG!CodyWan

- Will take you to see Rex and the 501st

- Same as Obi-wan, he is more suited for 3-6 regressors, but does love baby snuggles (And you don't try to run away to see Uncle Rex)

- Takes you on outings, beaches/ forests/ markets

- Spoils you behind Obi-wans back

- Looking after you heals his inner child

- **Has regressed a couple of times but only Wolffe and Rex know**

Fox

- despite his gruff attitude, he is a real snuggle bug!

- Loves to nap with you (you help keep his caff intake down and have done wonders for his sleeping schedule)

- Corrie Boys as uncles!

- You get to play with Grizzer!

- Very overprotective. Has cute little bantha bacta patches for your owies.

- Better suited for a toddler regressor as he is really good at getting you (and himself) to burn energy for nap and night time

- WILL use a naughty corner/timeout

- Finds out about the deal you made with Thorn and Thire (they brings you little supplies/ pacis/ stuffies and you give them drawings/ crafts to hang in their office/ homes)

- Fox will intentionally put you into Littlespace if he knows you’re stressed or not doing well

Bad Batch (Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair)

- THE BEST DADDIES

- Hunter and Tech love babies. Tech loves doing sensory activities and will talk on about the laws of hyperspace until you pass out. They appreciate the innocent love that you give them and enjoy the routine and peace you add to their lives.

- Wrecker and Crosshair are better with 3-6 regressors. Wrecker is a big ball of energy which makes for a lot of play time!

- Crosshair and Tech are more strict with rules. Hunter will *try* to have a discussion on why there are rules. Wrecker will always have your side- you are just a baby after all

- They are the most prepared and Tech already knew before you confided in them.

- Crosshair has a secret stash of pacis for you and always has at least 3 in his belt

- Wrecker always has your favourite snacks

- Hunter loves to hold you and rock you to sleep

- They sets up a whole section in the ship for you to have a ‘little corner’ to give you a safe space

Kix

- Always has cute bacta patches

- Lots of fruits and veggies- will bribe the vode so they bring back new fruits and veggies

- Is comfortable with any age regressor, but has a special love for baby regressors (more snuggles, less ouchies)

- Pillow forts

- Will get matching pjs with you and have movie nights

- Same as Fox, he will use the naughty corner if needed

- A bit stricter than others, but he has seen horrible things and wants to protect your innocence

Qui-gon

- The best CG! for baby regressors

- Will carry you all day

- Paci kisses are a must!

- He will take you to the Jedi Gardens and show you all the plants and flowers

- Snuggle time in the crèche

- He will hum songs to help you sleep

- VERY calm

- Loves to meditate while you are napping in his arms

- Uses the force to make your toys play with you

#agere little #little!reader #littlereader #sfw little post #sfw little community #sfw little blog #little reader

[lolasimms]

Can I request headcanons on the dynamic between Abby and Lila? I love the idea of someone big and intimidating like Abby being all sweet with a mini human

Abby + Lila Head-canons

Abby was really nervous to meet her, as she didn’t like most of her dads girlfriends and was afraid Lila would feel the same way about her.

To her surprise, they ended up getting along really well and the second time they met, Lila clung to her legs, since she was the same height as Abby’s knees.

Lila usually was independent and enjoyed walking on her own during outings but once Abby came around she insisted on sitting on her shoulders or in her arms. Whenever the three of you visited crowded locations, say farmers markets, Lila would insist that Abby carry her on her shoulders.

She loved how easily Abby could throw her up in the air whenever they played, but it always scared you to death because you thought she’d drop her. Or even worse, crush her in the process of catching her.

Sometimes she won’t let you read to her at night, insisting that Abby does, because she’s better at the voices than you are. Thats until you find out Abby had been sneaking her cookies before bed.

The two of them sometimes get lost in their own world. Abby is one of those people who really plays, meaning she’ll loose track of time when her and Lila are having too much fun. You’d once planned on going out for dinner when Lila had begged to go to the park with Abby beforehand, claiming they’d be gone for just 30 minutes. Two hours later you’d canceled the reservation when Abby had claimed they were having too much fun and honestly forgot about the dinner.

You’d never been very fond of pets, which Lila hated as she was the biggest animal lover. Any time the two of you went out and she saw a dog or a cat, she’d ask their owners if she could pet them and play with them. Luckily for her, once Abby had moved in she brought her cat Millie along with her.

Lila wasn’t aware that cats weren’t exactly like dogs, and that some of them didn’t like attention. So when she tried grabbing Millie by the stomach she ended up with a bright red scratch along her arm. After this occurrence, the once self-proclaimed animal lover wasn’t too happy with the family’s newest addition. Abby felt horrible and Lila was hysterical the entire evening. To make up for the mishap, Abby put Millie in “cat timeout” and bought Lila her favourite gelato as compensation.

Despite her intimidating size and height, Lila found that Abby was easy to break. If ever you said no to something or had a strict rule she had to follow, she’d always go to Abby knowing she’d give in. That’s exactly how the cookie fiasco had started. One night you’d baked cookies, promising Lila would have them the next day and she’d thrown a full blown tantrum. You only did this, due to the fact that by the time they’d cooled off, it was already nearing her bed time. Not satisfied with your explanation, Lila clung onto Abby the rest of the evening. She started telling Abby she was the best, trying to butter her up to get what she wanted. And who was Abby to deny the little girl of her desires especially when she gave her those sweet puppy eyes, so she snuck two cookies while you washed up and made her way up the stairs and into Lila’s room.

Everyone knew Lila was sort of an attention seeker, it’s just what being an only child entailed. So when she came home from school one day to be surprised with an ultrasound photo of her so called “baby brother” she wasn’t happy. She ignored you and refused to sit with you. Calling you “mean mommy” and asking you to get rid of the baby. Abby didn’t know what to do, and quite frankly neither did you.

Lila refused to speak to you and anytime you’d try sit next to her and talk through the issue she’d scoot closer to Abby. It had been three whole days of Lila icing you out and with your first trimester morning sickness you were starting to become upset, and this upset Abby. She finally put her foot down and sternly told Lila that her antics needed to stop. She’d explained the perks of having a new sibling, making the six year old finally come around. By day 5 Lila and Abby had made an apology card for you. ‘Sorry Mommy’ it read and all you could do was smile and laugh.

#abby anderson fic #abby anderson x reader #reader x abby anderson #abby anderson

[frownyalfred]

So like ... the League of Assassins is located in Nanda Parbat on an island made of fully furnished palaces and not typically underground. Some parts (like the Lazarus Pit) maybe, but yeah most of it isn't.

I'm mentioning this because if Jason is listening to Ra's tapes in a cave ... did he purposely seek that place out or did Talia put him in timeout in a dank cave to calm the fuck down?

Absolutely the latter. Imagine the pure hormonal rage of a pre-teen you just aged up in a Lazarus Pit and made an alpha by proxy of black-market synthetic alpha pheromones but was months away from presenting omega and now has a chip on his shoulder and a million things to prove. That kid was on permanent time out for the first few months out of the Pit. She was like, here, sit in this isolated cave and listen to this and maybe shut the fuck up and he just pouted in the cave for a few weeks going down the Ra's ARM podcast pipeline. And yeah, when he came back out he was a little less bitchy and a lot more focused on his mission, since that's what those kinds of pipelines do to you.

#asks #anon #a sky of honey #a/b/o mention #a/b/o tw #ra's al ghul #talia al ghul #jason todd #alpha rights movement

[sebaschian]

Okay, Kuro Yochien's Staff Part One

The Teachers:

Professor Michaelis: Principle and Homeroom Teacher of Class Kitten. He is nice with children but very strict with adults, although his co-worker Agni gets treated nicely and gently. He is a cat demon(or person as he still is a human disguised), Class Kitten was what he named his own class. He named himself Michaelis, but it was the little baby Ciel Phantomhive who called him Sebas, and he decided to add it to his surname. Sebastian Michaelis. He is fond of all the kids, but baby Ciel has a special spot in his heart. For being such a heartless demon, little humans do soften up his heart.

Professor Agni: Sebastian's co-worker and faithful helper, in Class Kitten he assists the teacher with the children and also teaches them subjects such as Social Studies and England History. While Professor Michaelis teaches Math. He is in charge of Soma, a little prince nine-year-old, very fond of the little boy. The prince's parents left the kid under his care until they returned from India, yet they never did. Agni is under the impression that they had indeed abandoned their son, but Agni does a very good job as his father figure.

The children:

Ciel Phantomhive: The youngest child of Class Kitten, a baby almost close to his one year birthday. He was the son of the former Earl of Phantomhive, Vincent Phantomhive and Rachel Phantomhive. Whose family was killed a few months after his birth. His home was burned down, but the baby was rescued and taken to the old orphanage which was where Professor Michaelis used for his daycare. And he was discovered by said professor, who made himself his new surrogate father. He is the baby, he likes dogs and sweets even in his young age, doesn't like strangers other than Professor Michaelis, and the children who he interacts with everyday.

Lizzy Midford: Ciel's cousin, who is two years old and her parents had enrolled her in the same day care her cousin is, just because the family wanted them to interact at a young age. And she is the one to marry Ciel when they become older. It is uncertain why the Midford family didn't take Ciel in given he was a member of their own family. But apparently, Professor Michaelis refused to let them keep the baby, when he had already taken care of him since day one. Either way, they agreed to enroll Lizzy in Kuro Yochien because Ciel was there.

Prince Soma: The joyous nine-year-old prince of India whose parents took to India when they were in a trip, found Agni there and made him caretaker of Soma, entrusting their son to him which he obliged without any qualms. The parents said they would return and never did. Agni took Soma as his own child, he is not able to tell the boy the truth, he would not handle the pain Soma would feel at all. So he keeps the lie that his parents will come back soon. Soma is very cheerful, adores Agni and treats Ciel like his baby brother, actually has a rivalry with Finny, another kid who Professor Michaelis looks after. They fight over who baby Ciel likes the most, their fights sometimes become physical so Michaelis and Agni separate their charges when they become too much, if one hurt either of them, they get put in timeout or lose recess.

Finnian "Finny": He is 7 and Professor Michaelis rescued him one night, when he was going to the market to buy supplies for the kids and the day care. He was nameless so, Michaelis gave him the name of Finnian who he calls Finny for short, he allowed him to come join his found family. The boy escaped a laboratory which awful humans used to experiment on him, Michaelis felt an inexplicable surge of rage when he heard the poor little defenseless thing tell him that, that he left Agni in charge of the kids they had so far and went to destroy that sinister laboratory with its beasts. He did not tell him what he did, the child did not need to know about that. Finny is a kid who is a sweetpea and almost never causes any trouble, he has enhanced super strength which his teacher, is trying to tone down. He loves the only baby of the day care, having arguments with Soma and sometimes Lizzy.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji au #sebastian michaelis #dadbastian #ciel phantomhive #o!ciel #agni black butler #prince soma #soma asman kadar #lizzy midford #elizabeth midford #black butler finny #kuro yochien #black kindergarten

[touhou-memories]

In Unconnected Marketeers, if you try to timeout Chimata's spellcard 「弾幕のアジール」 "Asylum of Danmaku" in Spell Practice, the game will crash.

This was pointed out time ago by youtube.com/watch?v=lLGOUaC5k9k.

#touhou #um #unconnected marketeers #glitch18

[oberthinkin]

would you perhaps be able to write something with regressed/little Dio and vanilla ice taking care of him?

Dio has a hard time with Vanilla not understanding what he wants. Tsk tsk!

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Dio told Vanilla in no uncertain terms that whatever orders he gives while a grownup are more important than whatever he demands while regressed. And if the vampire gets cranky while small, he needs to be put in a supervised timeout. Any form of discipline will only make him behave worse, and Dio doesn't wish to hurt him while throwing a tantrum...

But while small, Dio was enraged at the prospect of not getting what he wanted. Specifically, to go outside in the hot cario sun and get himself some sweets before bed. What could go wrong?!

Well, something stupid. Because stupid grown-up Dio told stupid grown-up Vanilla Ice to not let regressed Dio outside during the daytime!

How dare Vanilla?! And how dare The World not freeze time so he could run out of time-out without being guided right back to the corner! Doesn't his own stand listen to him?! There's a baby with a more obedient stand! It's not fair!

He huffs as hard as he can, throwing a glare over his shoulder at Vanilla Ice. He hopes the servant can hear how upset he, Dio, is with him!

"Dio, do you know why you can't go outside during daytime?" the caregiver calmly asks.

Dio turns around on his heel, staring him down. Notably, Vanilla Ice was already holding a Peter Rabbit book. He's getting ready for bedtime, even though Dio said he wasn't going to bed! Rude! Rude rude rude!

"You're a foozler, ratbag, church bell, and I hate you."

"... I think I understood two of those insults, little prince."

"I don't want to go to bed! It's not fair! I want to stay up! I want to go outside and go back to the markets for sweets!"

"It's already midday, my lord. You can't go outside until it's dark out, or you'll be hurt. And the day doesn't have to be so long if you just come here and rest. I'll read you some fairytales; you like Peter Rabbit, don't you?"

"I don't care! I want to go now! It's not fair!"

The caregiver closes his eyes to think for a moment before he turns to Dio again. "Would you like some of the diabetics? I could have someone fetch them for you."

Dio stomped, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling exasperated: "I don't want to drink blood, I want sweets!"

Vanilla dimmed the lights of the room as he asked: "What type of sweets, little prince? Ice Creams? Cakes?"

Dio sunk to the floor, head in his palms as he mumbled. "Sweets sort of sweets... Obviously... Peppermint humbugs. Lemon drops... Rhubarb custards."

"You want candy?"

"Yes!" Dio sighs, rolling over on the carpet and tossing his hands up! "I've been saying that for hours... I won't sleep unless I get some sweets."

"Fine, little prince. I can get some candies for you from the market-- I won't be more than three minutes. You can only have a few before bed though, and we'll save the rest for when you wake up." Vanilla steps outside the room for a moment, sprinting down the hallway, before exiting the house.

Dio clambers into bed, happy to finally get his way! He's going to get his sweets, his caregiver wasn't mad at him for the misunderstanding, and he's going to get his way! As he always should, after all. The only hitch in the plan was not being able to get those sweets himself-- what a silly rule his grownup mind put into place! And what a silly rule for his caregiver to follow. But no matter: Dio gets everything he wants in the end!

Now, if only Vanilla would hurry up home so he could eat his sweets in bed while his caregiver reads Peter Rabbit!

#also british people call candies sweets :3 fun fact #also all those insults are victorian era cockney insults #cg vanilla ice #regressor dio #my writing :3 #agere jojo #agere jjba

[dragonjesterwrites]

Can I ask for a headcanon on how Sun and Moon would deal with a kid reader who's a serial climber/gargoyle kid? An example of what I mean by that is a kid who feels the need to be in high places and as soon as you look away they've already climbed out of reach, so Sun could turn around and suddenly reader is perched at the very top of the tallest play structure and crouched like a gargoyle, silent and watching people calmly for hours staring in a way that creeps other kids out.

And like, they will even try to sleep up there during naptime and somehow they never take a bad fall, they know how to land safely like a mini parkour runner,(because they're a fan of it and learned from YouTube videos how to do this) they could easily escape over the wall of the daycare if they wanted to and have done so (because they wanted to use the vending machine) but they do come back, only they don't use the slide, they just come back the same way they escaped?

Sorry if this is a bit long and hope you're having a good day.

Nonnie are you me? I was this kid sgshjsks (there was this great big oak tree in the yard of my primary school, I used to climb it to escape to the nearby market and just wander around until someone came and got me, it was loads of fun.)

And thank you, I hope you're having a good day too! 😁 It's not too long at all btw, I love when people send me detailed asks, gives me more to work with 👌

Sun and Moon dealing with a Gremlin Child HCs

☀️

Kids disappear from sight all the time; of course Sun worries, but they almost always pop out of the jungle gym or the ballpit a minute later. It's when he hasn't seen them in a good five minutes that he really begins to get concerned.

He checks the usual hiding spots- lots of kids get overwhelmed and crawl away into the darker, quieter areas. If he can't find them there, he starts looking around the top of the jungle gym. That's usually where he finds the kids he and Moon affectionately refer to as Rascals.

And, sure enough, there you are, perched on top of the very highest point of the gym, with a pile of goodies surrounding you like a miniature dragon's hoard. Relief floods him at the same time anxiety does- his programming shrieking at him to get you down right away before you fall. But of course the first several attempts at persuading you to come down/carry you down are failures, you're having way too much fun.

Sun doesn't like using the timeout corner, so he's borrowed some of those kiddy leashes from the lost and found. Naturally, the simple clasp does not stop you- in the 10 seconds he turned his back, you're already gone and halfway back to your perch- although, in exasperated hindsight, Sun supposes he shouldn't be surprised. If basic survival instinct and respect for authority didn't work, what was a piece of plastic going to do?

He ends up allowing you to stay there- it's more dangerous to go up and try to herd you down, you're still and content when he leaves you alone. But he still sends worried glances up every now and then.

🌙

Ah, a Rascal. With most kids, Moon would try various coaxing techniques, or simply talk to the child, find out why they didn't want to sleep- it was usually a toss up between fear of the dark, of nightmares, of monsters, or simply being too hyped up on Fizzy Faz and adrenaline to rest. Reading a story, sitting by the child to protect them, lavender scented stuffies, or a quick jog around the Daycare usually helped, with Moondrops as a last resort. But with Rascals? Straight to Moondrops, because otherwise they'd be gone in a flash, and candy usually tempted even them. But you're fast, and in the seconds it takes him to pull out the candy, you're gone.

He chuckles and goes up to check the hoard Sun told him about, but you're not there either. He turns to scan the other high points, and sees you climbing the netting oh stars-

Moon's fast, but you're faster, and by the time he calls the cable and flies over, you've slipped through a hole in the netting. He can't leave the Daycare during operating hours, so all he can do is contact security and go back to watch over the other kids, circuits thrumming with worry.

Thirty minutes pass and nap time's almost over. Security hasn't found you yet. But just when he truly starts to panic, he turns and sees you there, plopped smack dab in the middle of the rainbow foam mats, surrounded by a pile of chips and drinks from various vending machines. He has no idea how you even carried it all. Your calm gaze doesn't move from his even as you chow down on your loot. Well played, little one, well played.

But while your cunning (and perhaps even amusing) mischief is to be admired, Moon, unlike his solar counterpart, has absolutely no issue with using the timeout corner. You spend the rest of naptime snoozing in the corner, cocooned happily in a blanket after being bribed with Moondrops.

Your (well-earned) loot is neatly tucked away into a spare bag, to be given back upon the assurance that you won't ever climb the netting again because stars above, little one, you almost stopped his metaphorical heart-

#platonic #child reader #do not tag as ship #moon fnaf #sun fnaf #moondrop fnaf #sundrop fnaf #headcanon request

[felicitypdf]

sent my cv to an art museum nearby bc I saw they had sound installations as well… now I’m waiting for lunch w my mom at timeout market and hoping things are in fact looking up!!

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Yasuhiro was being beat up cause he once again asked if Makoto's group had any black market connections that he can sell illegally dug up human remains to.

It was the 10th time that day alone.

Okay yeah that's going to get him locked in the closet bound and gagged in timeout

#trigger happy havoc #anon chaos #full talent swap au

[demonfox38]

Completed - Star Fox 64

(Okay, so this should probably read, "Completed So Many Times I Lost Count - Star Fox 64." I'm trying to keep this title from being too obnoxious.)

"Star Fox 64" is not the best game I have ever played. It is, however, the most important one.

I know. That's a loaded gun of a sentiment. I've fallen in love with many games in my life, after all. "Tales of Symphonia," "Castlevania: Symphony of the Night," "Castlevania"'s Sorrow arc, the "Left 4 Dead" games, several "Smash Bros." titles, "Team Fortress 2"… I could make quite the list. What, in thirty-some years of playing video games, makes me say that "Star Fox 64" is the most important game that I have ever played? It's meme anthros acting out a melodramatic space opera, after all. Not exactly high art.

To put it simply? Becoming competent with it founded the bedrock for my ego.

Look. You're not gonna get my reverence for this game until you get me. Which, maybe you already do if you've been following me for a while. I know it's crass to make an autobiography out of a game evaluation, but for once, I'm feeling open about talking about myself as a person. So, if you're willing to indulge me, hang on for a few paragraphs. If not, CTRL+F or keep scrolling until you see ""Star Fox 64" is."

So, if you've read previous evaluations, you might know that "Super Mario Bros." convinced me that I would not be good at video games after a brief accident involving a timeout and my father being absent. Okay. A four-year-old will come to certain conclusions. It happens. Now, throw that kid into an education system that judges it to be intelligent. Like, not a hyper genius, but someone worth cultivating in talented and gifted classes. Someone whose entire identity becomes convinced that their grades were their sole source of value. Someone who cannot tolerate their own mistakes.

They don't take risks. They don't try something again if they turn out to be bad at it. They ignore it and go do something else.

Dominos were stacked. The 90s closed out. "Pokémon" became a thing. For the first time in almost a decade, my family got not one, but two new consoles. Naturally, a Game Boy Color and a Nintendo 64. "Pokémon" was played. Then, "Super Smash Bros." That brilliant goddamn masterpiece in marketing and child manipulation. The reason copies of "Earthbound" sell for $300 USD.

You know what you do with fighting games. You scroll through the characters, learning about this one and that one, trying to find the one that resonates with you the best. Yeah, I know about Mario. Donkey Kong's familiar, too. Who's this green guy? Link? Weird name. Who's the robot? Oh, it's a lady? Cool! Seems like her games are on the NES and SNES. But, the rental stores don't have NES games anymore, and I don't have an SNES, so I guess I'm out of luck. Yoshi? Eh. Kirby? Weird.

Fox?

Oh. Yeah, this guy! Air combos like nobody's business. He's got a team named Star Fox, huh? Kind of narcissistic, isn't it? But, it's his dead dad's team? And he's trying to earn his teammates' trust? He seems interesting. Why haven't I heard of him before? I'm out of luck with "Star Fox" being on the SNES, but "Star Fox 64"…maybe my local rental shop has that.

They did. And guess what?

I absolutely sucked at it!

But, only for a little while…

"Star Fox 64" is a rail shooter / vehicle driving simulator released for the Nintendo 64, as the name implies. It is part "Star Fox" remake, part reanimation of the scrapped (and super later released) "Star Fox 2." Its primary focus is on high-speed firefights, coupled with free-range dogfighting in its so-called All Range Mode. Depending on the player's capabilities in target neutralization, navigation, and team maintenance, they may take a myriad of paths through the Lylat System, all of which culminate in a final battle with the wicked Dr. Andross. Heavy, heavy emphasis on the a in "a final battle." Even that is split based on your skill.

While obviously not the first game in the series, "Star Fox 64" is a mold setter when it comes to overall series behavior and game lore. It introduces numerous reoccurring cast members, including Fox's father James McCloud (previously just Fox Sr. if you were reading the "Nintendo Power" comics, which, don't), team friends Bill Grey and Katt Monroe, and the rival troop Star Wolf. Voice acting and line refinement brings out a sheen of personality that remains fresh, even decades past the game's recording. Additionally, gameplay enhancements are granted for protecting each member of team Star Fox, increasing the incentive to keeping your team healthy and whole. It even grants two new vehicles to the player's available armada—a tank (the Landmaster, later a meme in its own right), and a submarine (the Blue Marine, which…okay, it's less memetic, but goddamnit. It's still better than "Zero"'s Gyrowing.)  

Hmm. Nintendo got away with calling an aerial combat game "Star Fox Zero," and yet, they ended up censoring Andross' name from its Japanese variant of Andorf. I suppose me not needing to provide a link to explain the latter makes that choice a little more obvious.

You know how some people are freaks for physics of "Sonic the Hedgehog" games and get annoyed when Sonic doesn't operate in a precise manner? I get that exact impulse, but for "Star Fox 64"'s Arwing controls. That Arwing is my favorite machine of any game I have ever played. The offensive and defensive capabilities of it are absolutely mad. Stackable lasers, a sticky homing charge, bombs, barrel rolling—you can hit all functions at once to become a searing, rotating wheel of death. Threading while tipped 90 degrees onto the vehicle's side is a dream, too. The only detail I find lacking is with the boost meter, and even then, it is only because I got used to the length of "Star Fox Zero"'s meter. The Arwing is a good ship. A great ship. The ship I would slap a bumper sticker on my car for. It would truly be "my other car" in a "my other car is" sentiment.

Am I as deliriously passionate about the other vehicles in the game? Not as much. But, I do think the Blue Marine is fun, if slow. I'm a little clunkier with this game's Landmaster, but certainly, not incapable with it. After all, any tank with the ability to hover is going to win a few points in mobility.

Please, remember—I did not start out grand at any of these vehicles. Just because you have access to all of these capabilities doesn't mean you will get how to use them right out of the gate. This game will use any crack in your defenses to smash you to pieces. Fields of enemies will turn your screen into a cascade of red laser fire. Massive obstacles will take up 95% of your play space, and you will have to find a way to maneuver around them before they tear the wings right off of you. Even peeling bosses open may put you at greater risk. I mean, you've gotta do it, but it's important to know just how fast that boss will try to fry your ass once you do. It's definitely a case of being forewarned and forearmed.

Despite being violently antagonistic about your progress, the game also gives you avenues for aid. But, that entirely depends on how much help you're giving your teammates. Keeping Slippy in combat grants you analysis of a boss machine's shields, which lets you know how much life they have left. Peppy throws hints not only for level navigation, but for targeting enemy weak points. Falco…well, his selling point is initially that he helps you get into the harder route (and the true ending) of the game. But, honestly? Are you seriously going to let sarcastic, tsundere Falco Lombardi bite a bullet and miss out on his banter with other cast members? Is your heart that cold?

I don't think this game gets enough credit for its English dubbing. "But, D.F.," you might be thinking, "Isn't it schlocky as hell?" Absolutely. It is 100% a bastard sibling to works like the original "Resident Evil" games and the first "Castlevania: Symphony of the Night" dubbing. Every actor here is leaning into the cartoony nature of the work and selling it for all they've got. It is appropriate. It is a treat. It is 12 years before Rick May (Peppy's voice actor) would honor us again with the "Meet the Soldier" monologue. Bless that man's memory a thousand times over for everything he did for the Internet and this game, along with the rest of the present cast. I'm so glad Nintendo of America's gone back to picking up as much of them as they can for modern releases. Absolute gemstones in a Burger King kid's crown.

Look. I've played through the Japanese dub of "Star Fox 64" a few times. It sounds very straight-laced. Trust me when I say you want that sloppy cheese of the English voice acting all over this pizza. It adds to the texture.

For me, the game's weakest point is its music. Not that it is necessarily bad, mind you. It just doesn't have the same drive that the original "Star Fox" or subsequent "Star Fox" games have. It's very checked, which fights with a level's pace, on occasion. When the soundtrack is at its best, it tends to be on eerier themes. Particular pieces of value here include:

Title Screen (particularly after the opening flourish)

Map

Aquas

Zoness

Warp (very X-Files)

Boss B

Hopefully, this gives you a basic understanding of this game's composition. Let me tie it back into why it was critically influential to me and why I'm still willing to mark out for it so many years later.

My first run in the game? I completely wiped out on Fortuna. Absolute Game Over. For those reviewing the map and game rules, that's three lives lost by Level 3 of the lowest difficulty route. 3/7ths progress, and dead. Would this be good for a newbie? I had no idea. There was no one reviewing my footage, keeping my score, telling me that I sucked or that I had to get good. It just was what it was in my own mind's eye.

Herein is where the wonderful composition of this game recompiled me.

Despite the game's difficulty, its chattiness brought me back. It had two primary actors—Peppy and Slippy—that were quick to point out my progress on handling tough enemies and difficult terrain. Even while kicking my ass, this game was trying to teach me. For the first time, I was comfortable with screwing up. I could measure my progress and gauge what I was doing right and wrong. Every failure was a closer reach to success. Dying at Sector X. Wiping out at Titania. Then, finally, hitting the credits, and ah shit!Having to learn the harder levels to get to the real ending!

And then, I did it.

I did it a lot.

I did it so hard that now, when I boot the game up after years of letting it sit cold, it's not a matter of success or failure. It's a gamble on how hard I am going to succeed.

Am I the best at this game? Obviously not. You don't see my name on leaderboards on some score attack site, do you? But, I am consistently, reliably good at this game. "Star Fox 64" was the first thing in my life where I went from trash to treasure because I fought for that skill. I had blood in my nose and scabs in my throat, and I still wanted mastery of this game. (Okay, the bodily wounds may have had more to do with a joint tonsillectomy and adenoid removal, but you get the picture, right?)

Why? Why was this game so worth my time and effort?

Well, it could always be backwash from being raised in a second-wave feminist environment, having to prove my worth through violence (or, at the least, masculine activities.) But, if not that? God, man. Why do some people rescue beautiful princesses? Why do others plant fictional farms and build dollhouses? Can't we have the real thing? Sometimes, the answer is no. And, no. I can't go to faraway galaxies and get in dogfights. I can't pilot a plane. I'd get sick! I struggle to make friends, and God knows I can't make my parents happy. But just for an hour at a time, I can have a world where I can meet its needs and it mine, even as it's burning to the ground.

This is the game where I fell in love with video games.

And man, that scares the hell out of me!

You get it, right? Things that you love can hold incredible power over you. Things that you love open you up to derision from others. Even on this obsessive fandom hell site, I still hesitate to talk about the things that I love, particularly when it comes to video games or stories. Because it's not real, is it? Not like your friends or your family. And yet, people gain something real from the love of a fantasy. Perspective. Empathy. Confidence. They can lose real things, too. Money. Sense. What vestiges of reality keep them alive.

I wish I had something sagacious to say here, regarding finding a perfect balance between fantasy and reality. Michael Ende would have had better words regarding that, but he's dead. I guess all I can tell you is that a bunch of cartoon animals barking at me ended up being pretty good for me, even in real life. It gave me room to fail, then helped me succeed. It helped me learn to study, plan, practice, and execute. And you know what? It turns out you can apply those tasks to many areas in your life. Like, I dunno. A taxing academic system or a demanding job or playing musical instruments or writing weird-ass fanfiction online.

Okay. Maybe I didn't come away from this game completely normal. Just better than I was.

If you too would like to have a brain reformatting and/or an existential crisis with a bunch of space furries, "Star Fox 64" is a pretty good way to do that. I imagine you will find it hard to start. If you find the Lylat System as charming as my child self did, it'll likely be worth the effort to keep trying. At the very least, pull up a long play and dish up the cheese. I mean, you get to have the benefits of YouTube, in this dystopian future. I didn't. I had to get my hands dirty, instead. But man, it was a thrill doing so.

If nothing else, I hope you can find love in something that kicks your ass. Weird and disturbing as that blessing is. 

#post game evaluation #star fox 64 #long post #D. F. 38 gets a little too emotional about the silly space animal game

[lovemetopieces]

Timeout Market | Closed starter | @somethingexquisite

She was running late. She was supposed to meet her sister ten minutes ago but she had a hard time leaving Sergio at home today. She almost brought him with her but figured a cat wouldn't be welcomed at a restaurant. Eleanor made her way through the market over to the restaurant she was meeting Marina at. When she approached the door, she saw her sister standing over to the side and smiled when Marina noticed her. She walked up to her and brushed a piece of hair out of her face, "Sorry I'm late. Sergio wouldn't let me leave."

#marina takei #eleanor delaney takei #edtconvo

[atotaltaitaitale]

.

What would life be without Friends.

I met Mila back in 2015 on a trip to Nepal… people from different countries meeting for 5 days to share their passion of photography. We had a great group and then we ended up together not on a table but under a table reassuring each other.

I met her again in Dubai a few months later and then we kept in contact over the years. Fast forward to planning our trip and I remembered she had moved to Portugal. I told her I was coming to Lisbon and she said right away I’ll meet you… and that’s how we ended up having a great time at TimeOut Market sharing stories with our hubbies like 9 weeks had passed and not 9 years.

Next time we’ll see you in Cascais.

#CelineIsNotAnExpatAnymore #France life #c&jLisbon #lisbon #Lisboa #portugal

[opposingtheforce]

No no drinking glowing liquids has always been very beneficial to ones health have you never heard of potions? Black mesa does that yknow, previously completely untapped market in the scientific field so they took the chance and got a massive headstart on it

You specifically are getting into the timeout corner NOW.

#otf #adrian shephard #weirdocritter

[hellogirlslikegirlslikeboysdo]

You ever regret an idea that was never yours? - A Flash Memoir

Summary: In 5 billion years, all of the lights will go out, and all of this will be all the less nasty and all the less disappointing.

All we can hear is the clang of my fork against the measuring cup (I've just realized that you've served me ramen in a measuring cup, ramen because in a house overflowing with farmer's market-looking ingredients, you wanted instant ramen that you didn't even want because the green packaging looked too unfamiliar, and in a measuring cup because you're fucking hilarious and the array of kitschy, bright bowls that I'm sure are lining the shelves behind those high cabinets simply do not appeal to you in this moment).

I don't know if you can hear the football game 10 feet away, you probably can, but I can't. I usually hear everything, all the time, at all volumes, simultaneously. Simba's panting. The shuffling of the cushions we're suffocating. The crunch of gummies (well, really I just smell that one, but I smell loud enough to hear it). For some anxiety-induced reason, I only have access to dishware unwillingly mingling (I can practically hear my dad's complaint at the sound) and the sound of my own voice.

All dinner, it's been asking you questions, but the only one I remember is what you do in your free time, which transforms into what you look forward to on a day off in search of a more satisfying answer. I ask to start conversation, and to be an interesting guest that you actively want to bring over again, and because you like getting philosophical during 1am manic episodes and I lack the awareness to consider those being special circumstances, and because I'm vaguely worried about how much time you spend scrolling memes you've already saved and already scrolled.

Probably something that can be dealt with later, but this is your weekend trip and you're quiet, and I'm worried, even if it's the ever-encompassing buzz of worry that floats around whenever I'm...around.

You don't respond to "Luc, do you ever..." (a pause of regret) "...do you ever feel...trapped by where you are in life? Like, what you have to do, and all that?". I apologize and regret spoiling your trip and you tell me that your "...social battery is kinda low?"

"[Oh, fuck,] really?" (I don't swear outside of my writing, but the fuck is implied).

Hunched into yourself and tiptoeing like you're headed to timeout, You scurry off to your room at my request and assurance to go talk your boyfriend to sleep, giving me a chance to inhale the rest of a ramen like a vicious animal and chat your mother's ear off about historical creative nonfiction and get worried (sensing a theme, yet?) about your social battery having enough juice for him. It's jealousy, probably, burning the back of my throat more than the accidental heap of chili flakes I threw into the broth, because I've never met a friend's lover that I haven't wanted to eat alive and envy is one of the deadlier sins.

Same face, though. Same itchy voice, same manufactured laugh as punctuation, same brain to pick apart. Same scalp to soothe.

(He's judgy, foul-tempered, foul-mannered, and calculated, stubby pointer finger in hand at all times. So am I. I'd probably want a fresher face to look at too.)

#creative nonfiction #aro thoughts #drabble #jealousy #memior #frustation #bitterness #bittersweet #bittersweet ending #lonliness #frienship #friends #boyfriends #ramen #ramen noodles #food #awkward #awkward situations #awkward silence #awkward conversations #misunderstanding #misunderstood #nonfiction #creative writing #personal essay #hurt/no comfort #writing