#[winnie the pooh voice] oh bother

[daenysx]

hi! could you write something for dad!aemond where alyssa watches a horror film for the first time and wakes him up in the middle of the night bc of a nightmare? thank u already, i love your writing and your modern!aemond stuff so much <3

thank you, angel ♡ i hope you enjoy

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

"wake up." someone whispers to aemond's ear. it's definitely not you, it takes him a few seconds to process a sound coming from his blindside.

"dad, wake up."

oh, there she is. aemond blinks his eye open and the sight of his daughter's silver hair in two frizzy braids welcomes him. she doesn't do that usually, coming into her parents' room in the middle of the night. she's almost 7, claims she's a big girl to get through the nights herself.

"what's wrong?" aemond asks, sleep dripping from his voice. he holds your hand as you reach for him in your rest. "what happened?"

"i can't sleep." alyssa says, softly. her eyes look huge under the moonlight.

aemond sits on bed carefully to not wake you up. he reaches for his girl. "do you want some milk, baby?"

"please." alyssa leans against his legs. "chocolate milk."

"we have to be silent, okay? mommy and aelyx are still sleeping."

alyssa holds her dad's hand as they walk to the kitchen in the darkness. the kitchen lights bother aemond's eye for a brief moment and then he gets to take in the sight of his daughter as she clings onto him.

"up you go." aemond lifts her so that she can sit on the counter. it's her favorite thing to do in the kitchen, sitting there as she watches her parents cook. he heats up a glass of milk quickly, stirring the chocolate mix alyssa likes into it. she doesn't say anything, which is a bit unusual. she'd definitely ask for more chocolate normally. aemond tries to keep his face cool.

he gives her the chocolate milk in her favorite glass, the one with winnie the pooh picture on it. she accepts it with a small thank you, drinking it in silence as aemond cleans up the little mess he made.

he catches alyssa's gaze on him as if she wants to say something. he waits for her, doesn't try to get the words out of her mouth. she takes her time, though, her sips get lingered as much as they can.

at the end, she has no choice but finishing the milk. she gives her glass to aemond, her pretty eyes watching the floor. aemond stands in front of her, holding her small hand and rubbing his thumb on the back of it.

"i had a nightmare." she starts saying. aemond nods first. "do you wanna tell me about it?" he asks.

"it was- about this movie i saw with gracie today." alyssa explains but she still seems hesitant. "her brother told her the name of the movie and she showed me some of it."

"okay." aemond whispers, his hand still holding hers. "what was it about?"

"um- it was a horror movie, dad." she finally says. "i didn't like it, i couldn't understand what was it about, really, but i'm- i saw the scenes of it in my nightmare."

her eyes fill with slow tears and aemond loses his mind just a bit right there. it always happens when she tears up. he quickly hugs her, her arms wrapping around his waist as much as she can.

"it's okay." he says, his thumb drying up the tears. "don't cry, baby, it's okay."

"i don't want to be a coward."

"you're not a coward just because you didn't like a horror movie." he says, softly. she's too much like his young self. "you don't have to enjoy everything you see."

"but gracie's brother was saying his friend is a coward because he got scared."

"i think gracie's brother is wrong." he does a good job being cool with a kid's ideas that clearly upset his girl, right? "many people don't like horror movies, that doesn't make them cowards, right?"

"really?"

"you know," he smiles. "i remember the first time uncle daeron saw a horror movie with us. it wasn't all that bad but he got so scared at night, he insisted to sleep in uncle aegon's bed."

"did he accept it?" alyssa asks, interested in the story.

"yes, actually. they slept in his room that night and after that everything was okay. no one made fun of daeron. well, except aegon of course, but that doesn't count."

finally she stops pouting and puts on a gorgeous, sleepy smile for her father. he takes her in his arms, carrying her to his room. "why don't you sleep in our bed tonight? i'm sure mommy will be happy about it."

alyssa nods, burying her head to aemond's shoulder. he puts her in the middle of the warm bed carefully. you blink your eyes open, trying to understand what's happening. "aemond?"

"we have a guest, sweetheart." aemond fixes the covers for the three of you. you give your girl a sleepy kiss on her cheek. "everything okay?" you ask.

"yes." he answers. "go back to sleep."

alyssa's hand stays still in her daddy's palm. if the monsters in the movie come looking for her, he will fight them off.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Merry Christmas, Goofball

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Summary: Joe gets an extra gift at his family Christmas!

(Tiny part two to - Part 1)

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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December 27, 2023

(Joe’s pov)

The past two days had been boring, empty, quiet, and all the negative adjectives.

I made the drive down to Athens today for Christmas with my family.

We were having it two days after Christmas to accommodate my brother’s having to go to their in-laws.

It was just going to be the same as last year, watching the kids play, and adult couples sit at the table while drinking wine together.

I fit in with neither group. So I either sat on the couch to watch a football game, or I'd sneak off to my old bedroom and play video games.

Whatever the plan ended up being, I was going to try to get away from this scene.

After all the grandkids opened presents from my mom and dad, it was my time to drift away from the group.

I grabbed a trash bag and gathered all of the wrapping paper and empty gift bags.

When the trash bag was full, I snuck into the kitchen and laid It by the backdoor to be taken out.

Once I did a quick look around and knew no one was watching, I opened the basement door, but before I could reach a foot out for the first step, I felt a huge hand on my shoulder.

Immediately, my shoulders dropped. I'd been caught.

“Not this year.” - Jimmy

I turned around to see my dad and gave him a sheepish smile.

“Sorry…” - Joe

“Don't apologize, son. I know it’s awkward since y/n can’t be with you.” - Jimmy

“Yeah, it really is. I don't fit in with the kids obviously, but I don't want to be the only adult in there without a partner with them.” - Joe

“Your mom and I are sorry for making you feel left out, so we got you an extra gift.” - Jimmy

“Huh?” - Joe

“It's on the front porch.” - Jimmy

I gently pushed past my dad and walked through the sea of people, making a beeline for the front door.

Out of nowhere, everyone fell silent, like they were anticipating my reaction.

After giving everybody a confused glare, I opened the door.

My heart stopped when my eyes fell on my extra gift.

“Baby?!” - Joe lept forward and grabbed you

I held her as tight as possible and spun her around, still trying to understand how and why this was happening.

“Hi, Joey.” - you giggled

Her legs were wrapped around my waist as I held her up in my arms.

“What are you doing here?” - Joe

I sat her back down on the ground, my arms never leaving her waist.

“You think I'm not gonna visit my boyfriend when he's in Athens? You were like thirty minutes away instead of two hours, couldn't pass on seeing your smiling face.” - you

“Shit, I didn't even think of that. I was so busy moping around that I forgot I was actually in Athens, where you are.” - Joe

She playfully rolled her eyes before pressing a long kiss to my lips.

Suddenly, there was a voice coming from behind us.

“I see you found your gift. Hi y/n!” - Robin

I smiled at my mom before y/n hugged her, they pulled away, and y/n said something to her.

“Thank you for inviting me, Robin.” - you

“Oh of course sweetie! He’s been walking around depressed like Eeyore from Winnie-the-Pooh all day. I knew you were the only thing capable of making him smile.” - Robin

y/n laughed and I felt myself blushing, not just from embarrassment but also from that gorgeous laugh.

“He loves you so much.” - Robin whispered

I know my mom attempted to whisper, so only y/n could hear… but she failed miserably, and I heard anyway.

“I love him too… so much.” - you told Robin

“Good.” - Robin smile

A few seconds of silence went by before my mom spoke up again.

“Well, I won't bother you guys… feel free to sneak off to the basement like you do every year, Joe. Enjoy your time together!” - Robin smiled before walking away

When she walked away, y/n and I embraced once again before I took her hand and led her toward the basement.

“Am I gonna see the iconic Star Wars room, Joey?” - you

“How do you know about that?” - Joe grinned

“I watch your interviews.” - you shrug

“Stalker.” - Joe scoffed jokingly

“At least I didn't ask a nineteen-year-old out when I was twenty-six.” - you mumbled

I stopped so abruptly that she crashed into my back.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Think I shouldn't have?” - Joe

“What? No! I was just joking.” - your eyes went wide

“Don’t joke about that shit! It's not funny.” - Joe

Grimacing when I realized I raised my voice, I watched y/n’s body language change completely.

“Sorry…” - you looked down

“Wait… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice. I didn't mean to, baby…” - Joe

“It’s okay. I won't joke about it again. I was playing around and didn't think you'd take it seriously, but I should've known.” - you

“Can we just drop it? I don't want to argue right now.” - Joe looked at you with sincere eyes

“I’d love that. Can we just chill downstairs and cuddle?” - you

“I thought you'd never ask.” - Joe grinned

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After an hour of cuddling and watching a movie, y/n and I went back upstairs to find my family getting the gingerbread house kits out.

“Oh, hell no.” - you mumbled

“We can go back downstairs.” - Joe laughed

“Can we please? I have beef with gingerbread houses.” - you

I laughed realizing she copied my line about dry ingredients from a few days ago, and took her hand to go back down to my room.

“Uncle Joe!” - Joe’s nephew

Turning around to see my little nephew, I wondered what he wanted.

“Yup?” - Joe

“Look.” - Joe’s nephew

The five-year-old pointed to the doorframe above me and y/n, where a mistletoe hung.

I looked at y/n with a big smile, and we both shrugged at the same time before leaning in to kiss each other.

Because I wasn't a fan of PDA, we haven't ever kissed in front of someone. Other than y/n’s family watching through the windows when I dropped her off.

But right now, as everyone whistled and watched us kiss under the mistletoe, I'd never felt so happy.

We pulled away from each other after a solid minute, with huge grins on our faces from ear to ear.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” - Joe

“Merry Christmas, goofball.” - you laughed

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Authors note: I felt like the fic needed a second part…. CHRISTMAS FICS ARE OFFICIALLY DONE.

This came from my own head! 🫶

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[lemonsweet]

*Winnie the pooh voice* oh bother listen I think you should snitch on your brother to your parents and tell them he's smoking weed ok you need to snitch on him no matter what oh bother he'll die oh bother if you don't tell them oh me oh my something terrible is going to happen oh bother

Garfield: I love lasagne

[evilhasnever]

For the writer meme thing: Such Great Heights 👀👀👀👀

I came up with the title rather early in the process for that one, actually! Which is unsual for me...

But for the first month or two it was just "floating xichen" or "the modern magic AU" ;)

Bonus: discord receipts for how this idea came about:

Shiome: He’s accidentally in zero gravity and he’s like: Winnie the Pooh voice: oh bother Blazie: THIS IS SO FUNNY Blazie: he's fucking spinning Tako: What if!!! Lans have dragon blood but they integrated with humans for so many generations that there are no longer any physical dragon traits but dragon powers are still a thing Shiome: I feel like the floating was unexpected so lxc must be hitting late puberty. Dragon puberty. Shiome: What if Meng Yao has to hold his hand for the rest of the semester to keep him on the ground Shiome: THIS IS BEGGING FOR fake dating into real dating!!!

[rrcenic]

hey you guys should read the winnie the pooh/bee movie (with a camp camp reference because i was a basic bitch) short horror story i wrote in 7th grade

cw for blood, violence, substance abuse, addiction, and overall gore/horror

Morning dawned on the little cottage in the Hundred Acre Wood. The little yellow furry yawned, stretched his legs, and slowly waddled to his bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw Winnie the Pooh, an innocent little bear.

Well, at least, he used to be an innocent little bear.

It had been 6 years since Christopher Robin left for boarding school.

6 years since the honey addiction started.

6 years since he started trying to find his father.

8 months ago, Owl’s black market trade of honey smuggled in from America had gone dry. Apparently, the bees had revolted against the honey companies. But Pooh had enough. 

Until he didn't.

Honey substitutes kept him sane, but they weren't enough. He had psychotic breakdowns, he was shaky, unstable. And worst of all: Christopher Robin never responded to his texts.

Piglet couldn't take it anymore. He did some digging online and found records of possible families. He gave Pooh the address of an investigation bureau. 

So he traveled to America, with a note to the office. But at this point he’d given up on finding his family. He now had one goal in mind: 

Find honey

Pooh pulled his black hoodie over his head as he jumped out of the white van. He quickly clipped the barbed wires and snuck into the abandoned honey farm. Sneaking in was highly illegal, and just the slightest creak made 

Pooh jump. He took a deep breath and kept walking.

The abandoned hives had started to decay, the honey had rotted and turned red. In this lighting, Pooh could have sworn it looked like...blood… 

No! he thought, It's just my imagination… 

He stopped, and sniffed, his little black nose sticking tentatively out of his hood, his yellow snout scrunched up...did he smell what he thought he smelled?

Honey!

Pooh ran towards the hive, forgetting about the idea of staying secret. Sweet, sweet honey! He began to shovel it into his mouth, when he heard a small voice.

“Hey! Don't you know the laws!” shouted a bee, standing there with his arms crossed.

“It's just a little honey!” Pooh pouted.

“If you take another mouthful of that honey, you will forever pay the consequences!” the bee continued. “You’ll face the wrath of me, Barry B. Benso-”

Pooh had run out of patience. He quickly stomped on the bee and continued eating, convinced that the bee was dead and he wouldn't be bothered again. He scampered over to another hive.

Behind him, Barry’s hand twitched.

When he was full, he filled his van with as many jars of honey as possible. Pooh knew he had to get out of there fast, so while he left, he didn't pay attention to the 25 mph speed limit sign, and was half-an-hour away from the old farm when he first heard the police sirens. He sighed and pulled over.

However, the police officer immediately noticed the sticky red stuff on his yellow paws. “And one more question,” the officer asked after Pooh received the ticket. “What is that?”

Pooh panicked. Honey was illegal now, and he didn't want to be put in jail. “Uhhhh, corn syrup?” he cringed.

“Oh, really?” the officer scoffed. “It looks suspiciously like... blood.”

“It's not! I swear!” Pooh shouted.

The officer grabbed his paw. “Wait, is this honey?”

Pooh hit the gas

He quickly found a place to sleep. A dingy motel, the color of mildew, that smelled like wet socks. Pooh was so tired from the police chase and the jet lag, and the honey effects were starting to wear off. Pooh sighed and rolled over. He tried to sleep, but a little scratching noise on the wall kept him awake. Eventually, he sighed, took a swig of honey, and stood up.

“What is that noise?” he asked. Pooh looked over to the small, dirty window. It was open, and there was a hole in the bug screen. Small enough for a bee to fit in...

I'm just paranoid, he assured himself. Barry is dead. I killed him...didn't I?

“You didn't do a good job of it.” a buzzing whisper echoed around the room. 

“Barry?! How are you alive! How do you know what I'm thinking?!” Pooh screeched.

“Oh Pooh, I was never alive. I’m not a normal bee.” Barry smiled a crooked, dead smile. “And you’ve destroyed my mortal body and taken my bee syrup. I'm here for revenge.”

“B-b-but where are you?” Pooh whimpered.

“We are right outside your window” the voice responded.

We? Pooh though. But he’s only one bee...

Pooh looked outside and let out a shriek.

Swarms of bees crowded around his small window. And they looked intent on revenge. Pooh quickly hid the jar behind his back and slammed the window.

Two hours had passed and Pooh was still cowering in his room. Sure, he had stolen some honey. Sure, he had squished the lead bee. But how did Barry get here so fast? Who were the other bees? Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him.

Pooh cracked the window. “Uhm, so sorry to bother you, but...who are you?” he whispered cautiously.

“We are Barry B. Benson, the reincarnation of every bee you’ve ever stolen honey from, and we are here to make sure it never happens again. Barry NEVER forgets. In fact, we are already on the path to vengeance.” the bees screeched in unison. 

“What-what have you done?” Pooh whimpered.

Barry smiled. “Why do you think Christopher Robin won't  talk to you?”

“H-he’s at school, he may have forgotten-”

The bees began to cackle as Barry held up a rotted head. Pooh’s vision clouded. No, no, no- 

He was paralized by the indescribable sight.

(authors note: i edited this at age 12 im sorry)

Pooh ran.

The flight back is in 20 minutes, Pooh told himself. I’ll be fine, it'll be fine. He had all of his honey hidden under his fur coat, which blended in with his fuzzy yellow figure. As soon as he could see the JFK check-in, he slammed on the breaks and ran for it. Through check-in, through security, through international customs, and to Gate 1B of British Airways. The stewardess offered him a cup of coffee. He panicked and threw it back at her, covering her in boiling liquid and mumbling something about wanting tea. The seatbelt signs came on, and Pooh relaxed. He was safe now, there was no way Barry could find him here.

On the back of the plane, a woman asked the grumpy stewardess why there were thousands of bees outside her window.

Cameron Campbell was not your average man. He’d had several crumbling careers, including a failed fast-food chain called McCampbells, a Russian honey-smuggling business, a mini war with Kentucky, and a summer camp. But he’d spent his time in jail towards becoming a better person, and was ready for his first day as a co-pilot. His partner had gone to use the bathroom and left him steering the plane. He smiled, his grey mustache shining in the sun, and turned on the speaker. 

“This is your captain speaking. We’re currently passing over the Atlantic Ocean. That island you can see in the distance is-” 

He was momentarily distracted by a half-decomposed bee holding an ax above his head. Cameron dropped the speaker and screamed. “WHAT?! WHO ARE YOU- PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE-”

With the speed of a bullet, it lodged itself deep into Cameron’s eye. With one last scream, his body went limp. Barry B. Beson was deep in Cameron’s brain. Barry concentrated hard, and bees swarmed Cameron’s eyes. Barry was now in complete control. Cameron’s body smiled and steered straight down, towards the ocean.

“We apologize for the noise and turbulence. Please remain calm. Everything will be fine.” 

He clicked off the microphone and locked the cockpit door.

Pooh knew what had happened. He didn't know how it had happened, but he knew that voice. Barry had found him. Pooh ran as fast as he could, but he knew it was pointless. He was trapped. 

The bees began to swarm throughout the plane, attacking the other passengers. Pooh hid under a seat, in an empty dog cage. The buzzing suddenly stopped. Pooh looked up. 

There were people sprawled everywhere, covered in stinger scratches and dripping with red. Pooh tried not to vomit at the sight. A small child stirred. Pooh ran over, trying to see if he was alive. 

“H-hello? Are you quite well?” he whispered.

The child turned around. In her empty eyes, Pooh could see the familiar glare of Barry B. Benson. 

“Oh, I feel just nifty, Winnie benson.” it creaked softly. 

“B-Benson? What?” Pooh stuttered.

“That's right, pooh. Why do you think you like honey so much? It runs   in the family.” Barry’s voice echoed.

In a way, Pooh realized he’d succeeded. He’d found his father. But all these people would be alive if he hadn't. 

The lifeless bodies of the passengers stood up and smiled at Pooh, blood dripping from their empty sockets. There was nowhere Pooh could run. He slammed on the cockpit door, knowing it would make no difference. Tears streamed down his face. No, no, no, this wasn't how it ended!

The door opened. Pooh ran inside and leaned against the door. He had about 3 minutes till the swarm penetrated the metal barrier.

Pooh curled up into a ball and screamed. He shouldn't have come here at all. Should have listened to his friends. There was no one to blame but himself. All the bees he’d killed had come back to find him. He’d tried to hide from it, but it was true. There was nowhere he could go where his past couldn't catch up. Nowhere he could run where his problems couldn't find him.

He noticed the parachute bag, 5 feet away from him. There was still hope for the little yellow bear! He wiped his nose, then quickly strapped the bag on and opened the emergency exit door.  Pooh thought about everything he had to live for, took a deep breath, and jumped.

Pooh was falling fast. He fearfully pulled the parachute. It opened and-

He kept falling. Pooh panicked and looked up. The parachute was full of little, bee-shaped holes. In one last moment of paralyzing fear for what would happen now, he managed to squeak, “Oh, bother!” before he hit the water.

They never found any trace of Winne the Pooh ever again, except for a small, empty jar of honey with his TikTok username scrolled on the bottom. They never found the bees, either. But legend tells us that every time you take the life of a bee, its soul joins the ever-growing form of Barry B. Benson.

And Barry never forgets.

[whispsofkindness]

Just Being There for Each Other

“It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn't heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore's stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.

"Hello Eeyore," said Pooh.

"Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet," said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice.

"We just thought we'd check in on you," said Piglet, "because we hadn't heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay."

Eeyore was silent for a moment. "Am I okay?" he asked, eventually. "Well, I don't know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That's what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. Which is why I haven't bothered you. Because you wouldn't want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now."

Pooh looked at Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

Eeyore looked at them in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"We're sitting here with you," said Pooh, "because we are your friends. And true friends don't care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are."

"Oh," said Eeyore. "Oh." And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.

Because Pooh and Piglet were There.

No more; no less.”

(Kathryn Wallace, after A.A. Milne, illustration by E.H. Shepard)

.

It should be noted that Winnie the Pooh was written by Milne to explain war (he was a WWI & WWII veteran) and its effects to his son, Christopher, and perhaps himself (this scene relating to PTSD).

"The demons of war followed Milne throughout his life. It was noted that when Christopher was little, Alan terrified him when he confused a swarm of buzzing bees with whizzing bullets. The popping of balloons sent him ducking for cover. Milne knew of only one way to explain to his son what was happening — through his writing. A.A. Milne started writing a collection of short stories entitled Winnie-the-Pooh.

It's been theorized by Dr. Sarah Shea that Milne wrote into each character of Winnie-the-Pooh a different psychological disorder. While only A. A. Milne could tell us for certain, Dr. Shea's theory seems pointed in the right direction, but may be a little too impersonal. After all, the book was written specifically for one child, by name, and features the stuffed animals that the boy loved.

It's more likely, in my opinion, that the stories were a way for Milne to explain his own post-traumatic stress to his six-year-old son. Every stuffed friend in the Hundred Acre Woods is a child-friendly representation of a characteristic of post-traumatic stress. Piglet is paranoia, Eeyore is depression, Tigger is impulsive behaviors, Rabbit is perfectionism-caused aggression, Owl is memory loss, and Kanga & Roo represent over-protection. This leaves Winnie, who Alan wrote in for himself as Christopher Robin's guide through the Hundred Acre Woods — his father's mind."

Description of Winnie the Pooh is shared from We Are The Mighty.

[quackquack-20]

TIL that Festus Krex from the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim is voiced by the same guy who voices Winnie the Pooh and I can't stop thinking

"You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people, what say you in your defense?"

"Oh, bother"

[doopcafe]

Not By Request: Movie Recap!

No spoilers!

Marriage Story (2019)

Summary: A deeply personal story about a messy divorce.

Comments: Solid writing and excellent acting; Adam Driver and Scarlett Johansson talk and shout at each other for two hours straight and it’s better than most movies out today.

My enjoyment: 3/5; Actual rating: 4/5; Rewatch: No

Morbius (2022)

Summary: A biochemist tries to cure himself of a blood disease, but ends up turning himself into a vampire.

Comments: Gets all the basics wrong: story, characters, dialogue... It was messy and poorly made. It wasn’t super awful, just bland and by the numbers.

My enjoyment: 1/5; Actual rating: 2/5; Rewatch: No

The Sting (1973)

Summary: Two con men team up to pull off a big gambling con against a super rich dude. 

Comments: The movie derives all value from its payoff, so if that works, the movie works. Since I believed X when the movie wanted me to believe its opposite, it fell completely flat (for me). This is a perfect example of an objective 5/5 being subjectively unsatisfying. 

My Enjoyment: 1/5; Actual Rating: 5/5; Rewatch: No

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977)

Summary: Winnie the Pooh has four adventures. 

Comments: “Oh bother.” The four stories are unrelated to one another; the voice acting is good and the animation is skillfully done. Also, Eeyore is fantastic: "Could be worse. Not sure how, but it could be."

My Enjoyment: 3/5; Actual Rating: 3/5; Rewatch: No

Enola Holmes (2020)

Summary: Sherlock Holme’s teen sister tries to find her missing mother. 

Comments: Holy mother of plot contrivance; the writers of this literally did not give a shit for logical progression. This is a heavy-handed “girl power” movie undoubtedly made for young teenage girls. I turned off my brain and did not suffer for the crime of having one. 

My enjoyment: 2/5; Actual rating: 1/5; Rewatch: No

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

we're having a normal time in the brain tonight (<- lying. im pretty sure they put some kind of cocaine in the air at work tonight.)

because aside from the rapid-fire switching between She Fell In Love In The Summer (expected, it's been on repeat all day) and Be Prepared from the lion king (a tad strange on its own, absolutely wild with sfilits) I have also come up with an absolutely not funny joke that has ALSO been on repeat now, namely thinking about how cold Sweden probably is in winter, and then going "wait. if i move to Sweden and then get top surgery, then I will forever be able to make the joke of Winter in Sweden is so cold it froze my tits off"

also, the reason I've got Be Prepared stuck in my head is bc my friend told me that the voice actor for Scar (Jeremy Irons) got laryngitis?? apparently??? during recording, and so part of the song in the official release is actually sung by Jim Cummings who is also. the voice actor of Winnie the Pooh. and i need to know who decided that a good replacement for Scars voice would be Mr. Oh Bother himself. they were right but WHERE did that idea come from.

anyway darling how was your day??

This stream of consciousness ask made my day. I am cackling Abram. Also the joke about Sweden freezing your tits off is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard in my life and I’m absolutely going to steal it.

I think you now need to make a cursed mashup of Be Prepared and She Fell In Love In The Summer. It needs to be done. Become a DJ for this Abram.

If it turns out there is cocaine at work, don’t do any. You are clearly hyped up enough as is 💀

My day was pretty tame, so this has added some much needed spice lmao thank you.

[drarchibaldpeppermd]

(winnie the pooh voice) oh bother

[sleepyhaed]

i haven't had a good sleep since i was like 14 but i have never stayed awake 2 nights before.. and now for 3 nights i haven't slept..

*winnie the pooh voice* oh bother...

[fertilitasetmortem]

I SAID D A D D Y. THE SOUND OF THAT BELT WHIP MAKE ALL THEM BITCHES CRY. HEY DADDY. HEY HEY HEY DADDY.

CRACK THAT WHIP.

[britneyshakespeare]

marlon brando was so goddamn hot

[mviswidow]

not now, not ever

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2,172

TW: blood, R was stabbed, cursing

Summary: R and Wanda spend a month on a mission together, going from hotel room to hotel room and sleeping in the same bed. R gets hurt because she does something stupid and Wanda is mad at her, but they have a hard time staying away from each other.

You flinched away from Bruce when he cleaned the cut on your cheek with peroxide. “Sorry,” You mumbled, tearing your eyes away from Wanda talking to Steve at the front of the quinjet. 

“It’s fine,” Bruce offered a small smile. His voice lowered, “You scared the shit out of her, (Y/n/n). I’m not surprised that she’s mad.”

“What was I supposed to do, let her get stabbed?” You scoffed. “You know me better to think I’d let that happen.”

Bruce nodded and sighed, “I know, I’m just saying that she was bound to be upset. You passed out in her lap, she called us crying. Wanda cares about you a lot.”

“I know,” Your eyes flicked back to Wanda, she’d been looking at you but quickly turned away.

You finally noticed that your hand felt warmer than it was a few minutes ago and you looked down at the cloth you’d been holding over the gash in your stomach. Your skin tight uniform shirt had been removed as soon as you got in the quinjet so Bruce could fix up what he could, leaving you just in your sports bra and tactical pants.

Bruce noticed, too, and left to get you a fresh cloth that hadn’t been bled through. He stopped by the driver's seat to talk to Steve for a moment and you watched Wanda frown at whatever he had said before all three of them turned to look at you.

Steve spoke first, “(Y/n) how do you feel about Banner giving you stitches in here?”

Your eyes widened and you watched the way Wanda tensed up. 

Bruce looked confused and his head snapped towards Steve, “No, Steve that’s not what I-“

“Look at her,” Steve interrupted Bruce before he could finish. “No offense, kid, but you look horrible right now.”

You shook your head, “But Cho is visiting, isn’t she? She can just use her fancy skin plastic thing.”

“We’re still fifteen minutes out from the tower and you’ve already lost a lot of blood. You guys are so lucky this mission was just in Maine or you’d be dead, (Y/n).”

You heard Wanda sigh and shifted uncomfortably, “Okay, fine, does anyone have Advil or something?”

“You’re way past Advil already, (Y/n),” Wanda rolled her eyes, and you didn’t miss the way she paused for the smallest moment before using your name instead of the sweet nicknames she would usually call you.

“Okay, whatever, let’s just get this over with.”

———

You limped out of the quinjet with your arm around Wanda’s shoulders for support, but you knew she was still pissed at you. She’d hardly said anything and you knew she was only doing this because Bruce and Steve were too tall, and she didn’t want you to rip out one of the stitches.

It was frustrating. Everything had been going so well. The mission went very smoothly up until the end, you and Wanda spent every day together without conflict, the two of you going from hotel to hotel and sleeping in the same bed every night. 

There was obvious pining going on between you guys, but neither of you really wanted to address it. Not because of the fear of rejection, it was pretty obvious what you liked each other, even to the two of you, but the mission didn’t really seem like the most romantic time to start dating or the most appropriate time to have the conversation you both wanted to have.

It stung to see her so upset at you for something that you couldn’t not do. This was your job, and hers too, and you expected her to understand.

Steve wanted you on bed rest for the rest of the day and possibly the next two, but he knew you wouldn’t listen to him.

Wanda left your side as soon as Natasha came to find you, letting her help support your body weight, even though you insisted you barely needed help, a worried expression on her face when she saw the stitches on your stomach.

You spent most of the day with Natasha, except for when you went to go eat lunch in the kitchen while she left to train with Steve for an hour.

Your heartbeat sped up when you saw Wanda’s tearful expression as she sat on the kitchen counter eating a sandwich.

“Are you okay?” You asked, wincing when she jumped off and scoffed at you.

“Shut up.” Was all she replied.

“Can you stop it with your attitude already, Wanda?” 

“You did this to yourself, (Y/n),” She said pointedly.

“Oh my god,” you laughed sarcastically. “What was I supposed to do? If it wasn’t me it would have been you, and you’re the one with powers. You literally took everyone out after I got stabbed so what does it even matter? We finished the mission, I just got stabbed, it’s happened before.”

“That’s the point, you don't have powers! I would have been fine-“

“Oh, please, you aren’t invincible, Wanda. You would have also almost bled out had it been you,” You rolled your eyes and opened the fridge to get a bottle of water and the container of strawberries kept in there, you planned on eating in the kitchen at first, but there was no way you were going to stay out here after this. 

“Maybe, but I can clearly take care of myself well enough to not make stupid decisions that could kill me.” She retorted.

“Are you kidding me? I literally might have saved your life, you weren’t paying attention and you almost got stabbed, that’s on you,” you could hear voices down the hall from the direction you came in and realized that you probably should have eaten earlier because Steve and Nat were coming back from training.

“I didn’t ask you to, (Y/n)! This was so foolish of you, how do you not understand that?”

“Will you stop?” Your voice raised. “Stop acting like I’m fucking weak and inferior to you, Wanda. You would have done the same thing and we both know it.” You huffed and blinked at her for a second before turning around and retreating back to your room, pushing past Natasha and Steve, who were standing at the entrance of the kitchen.

———

At night, you lied looking up at the ceiling, quiet music playing from your phone. You glanced over at the clock on your nightstand and saw that it read 12:42 AM. 

You sighed softly and clicked your tongue and snapped your fingers mindlessly for a few seconds before getting bored of that. 

You heard footsteps outside your door in the hall and they seemed to stop when they got to your door.

As you reached over to your nightstand to turn off your music, the door opened and you could see Wanda standing at the doorway, the light from the common room illuminating part of her face. You could see the rest of it though, you kept a night light in your room, the darkness in it was too much to handle sometimes.

The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds, Wanda’s lip caught in between her teeth. She was wearing the grey sweatpants you had given her for Christmas and the oversized graphic t-shirt the two of you shared at night while on the mission that had winnie the pooh on it.

“I heard the music when I was outside the door so I assumed you were still awake.”

You nodded, not really knowing what to say.

She looked nervous, like she thought you were going to tell her off or tell her to leave you alone. “I can’t sleep when you’re not beside me,” Wanda said quietly, and you swore your heart could have melted on the spot. You were still hurt because of the way she’d been acting towards you all day, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask her to leave. Not when you couldn’t fall asleep either, probably for the same reason.

You slowly sat up more, trying to be mindful of your stitches, and still annoyed because if Cho had just used her cradle you would be fine by now, and scooched over on your bed so Wanda would have space.

At the soft expression of relief that washed over her features, your heart ached. She closed the door behind her and looked at you with teary eyes before clearing her throat quietly and getting into bed beside you. 

It only took a few seconds for you guys to get situated. You brought yourself back down and laid on your back, slightly annoyed that you didn't feel well enough to sleep on your side.

You felt Wanda looking at you and sighed, “I don’t bite, Wands.”

With that, Wanda moved closer to you and settled between your chest and your arm, once you lifted it so she could be right at your side. She tangled her legs in yours and carefully draped her arm over your bare stomach the way you usually did when the two of you had spent countless nights cuddling during the past month. You were wearing a different sports bra, this one less tight, you’d attempted wearing a t-shirt earlier but the material rubbing against your stomach was bothering you too much.

You closed your eyes for a few seconds before you heard a soft sniffle come from Wanda. You gently rubbed her arm with the hand that had been behind her before speaking quietly, “You okay?”

Wanda shook softly and you felt a few tears fall onto your shoulder before she shook her head ‘no’, “I’m so sorry, (Y/n/n)”  she choked out.

“It’s fine, Wanda. I’m not mad.”

“Yes you are,” She let out a whimper and you could swear that your heart tore in two. “I don’t have to read your mind to tell,” She paused. “I was really scared.”

You moved the hand that wasn’t rubbing Wanda’s side to her face to wipe away her tears and she looked up at you with bleary eyes before her lip began trembling and you sighed softly, squeezing her arm to let her know it was alright.

“When it happened, I - I started to panic and I didn’t know what to do. And you crumbled to the ground and laid in my lap and you looked like you were in so much pain and then you stopped responding to me and then you -“ She choked down a sob and her breathing stuttered for a moment. “You closed your eyes and I thought you were dead for a few seconds until I called Steve and he told me to check your pulse. I sat there for twenty minutes with your blood on my hands, and - and he told me to keep pressure on it and it just was so horrible (Y/n/n), all I wanted was to be able to talk to you and listen to you tell me that everything was going to be fine, but I couldn’t because you were dying and it was because of me.”

“Hey, no,” you chided. “Wands, this isn’t your fault, I swear to you. I’m still here. I’m just fine and I’m not leaving you. I’m sorry that you had to do that, it’s our job, but it isn’t fair. But I refuse to apologize for doing what I did,” She opened her mouth to talk for a second but you shook your head. “I have zero regrets, Wanda. I care about you more than you know and I don’t know what I would have done with myself if you had been killed.”

“I understand. I get why you did it, and you were right, I would have done the same thing. You’re just really important to me and I can't bear to lose you. Not now, not ever. I was upset at myself because I almost let you die and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

You gave her a small smile and nodded, “I forgive you, bug.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile at the pet name you liked to use for her and sniffled, but the way she looked up at you with pure adoration in her eyes afterwards made your heart sing.

“It’s late,” Wanda hummed, letting her face fall into the side of your breast, her lips brushing against your skin as she spoke.

“I know, we can talk more in the morning. About us.”

You felt her tense up in your arms and started to worry, but you relaxed when you felt her smile.

“I would like that a lot,” Wanda nodded sleepily, moving her hand that was draped over you down so she could rub the skin below your stitches, far away enough for it to not cause any discomfort.

“Good,” You smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Good,” She repeated, and pressed her own kiss to your collarbone.

[lilacandladybugs]

Winnie the Pooh Version: Wilbur and Tommy Go for a Walk and Build a New Home Together

Right after the day when everything went terribly wrong, when the L’Manberg elections had just concluded and the Exile of Great Proportions had occurred, Tommy stood in the middle of a creek watching the leaves flow down the current to wherever they were going. At first when he dropped them in, the leaves went slowly, and then as the creek split into different streams to hurry past rocks, the leaves would speed up, separating, and then eventually coming back together again. He dropped a few more leaves in the creek, and watched them flow away from each other, and then back together again.

There are many paths that creeks might take. But the creek is not in a hurry. It has no worries, nothing to trouble it. For it has been around for a long time, and knows that there is no rush to get where you are going, no matter how many twists it might take to get there.

Just as Tommy was starting to feel like his thinking mood might have turned into a sad mood, Wilbur came up along the path. 

“Hello,” Wilbur said.

“Hullo,” Tommy said as he climbed out of the creek.

“Come on Tom,” Wilbur said, “Let’s go.”

Tommy gathered up a few interesting but still damp rocks he had found and plopped them in his pocket. After they had wandered for a while in thoughtful silence, just enjoying each other’s company, Wilbur started to gather some sticks.

“What is the plan for the day, Wilbur?” Tommy asked.

“Hmmm, well I’m not sure. You just were looking a little aimless so I felt like I should give you something to do.”

“I’m not aimless.” Tommy said, annoyed, “I’m awesome. And hilarious.”

“I know you are Tommy but you are also Aimless,” Wilbur had collected a full armful of sticks and he now turned to Tommy and handed him the stack, “You’re aimless because Tubbo is still with Schlatt and it’s Bothering you.”

“I am never bothered,” Tommy said, in a bothered tone of voice.

“Yes you are.”

“I am unbothered and also sly, like a butterfly.”

“Well I am right. I know a lot more words than you and am smart and well read like an Owl.”

“A stupid owl.” In spite of what he said, Tommy knew Wilbur could spell hard words, like necessary, and Tuesday, which would make anyone a respectable person. This clearly meant that he would come up with a plan about what to do. Nobody who could spell necessary could be wrong or aimless.

Wilbur turned to a small clearing in the woods where there was a small hill, “Alright dumb butterfly, let’s make this into a home then.” 

“Did you bring a bed, so we can set our spawn?”

They both looked at each other for a minute. “Fine.” Tommy said, “I’ll go look for a sheep.” 

“I will start organizing what we have and making sure that everything is here.”

Tommy however was not prone to productivity, he was prone to mischief. At least, that’s what he told himself as he scurried away looking for sheep. As he was wandering off, mostly to get away from any Responsibility that Wilbur wanted to bestow on him, Tommy thought about how much easier it would be to steal some wool from Eret than to get it from a sheep himself. Eret was practically begging to be stolen from, as he had such a large castle, and wasn’t at all exiled. He was also so easy to rob in the past, in fact, he had given Tommy wood and enchanted books on multiple occasions. That proved that robbery was successful and also a good idea.

Just then Tommy, who, having no shears, sense of direction, or armor about him, came upon a beautiful white sheep. The sheep looked up at him with his beautiful sheep eyes and baa-ed at him pleadingly. At this point Tommy was rather hungry and also rather cold. It would be very easy to kill the sheep and have the resources that Wilbur needed.

“Ohhh,” Tommy groaned, finally petting the sheep’s fluffy black nose, “I can’t kill you can I? Your name is going to be Herbert.” The sheep looked up at him with his knowing and intelligent sheep eyes. 

If Wilbur were there, he would not kill the sheep, Tommy rationalized to himself, in fact, Wilbur always condoned robbery. Robbery is the best idea possible. 

And so with that, Tommy headed back over to L’Manberg and up a hill to Eret’s castle. Eret’s castle was large, colorful, and well established. It had many things that a Young and Prosperous young man might need. Like wool for setting his spawn. As he approached the tower with all the chests, he saw a sign over the door, which said, “Ring to enter.” There was a piece of string hanging down from the ceiling, which was probably attached to a doorbell. Tommy politely pulled on the door bell, and waited to see if Eret the Stupid and Robbable would come let him inside.

The door cracked open and Eret poked out his head. “Oh! Hello Tommy.”

“Hello Eret.” Tommy said, putting his hands behind his back, “I’m here to rob you.”

“Again?” Eret chuckled and opened the door to let Tommy inside. “What do you need?” 

But Tommy had already made himself quite at home and was shoving handfuls of meat in his pockets for later, as well as some iron which Eret probably didn’t need, and a stack of wool. “You don’t need any of this do you? Good. Because I’m taking it from you. You’ve been robbed.”

“Oh,” said Eret, “Well, I am open to helping you and Wilbur, if you ever wanted it you can just ask.”

“Oh yeah, traitor?” Tommy said, “Well I’m open to helping take away your wool.”

Eret chuckled in a very Eret way and stopped pushing the matter. “Would you like some honey and tea before you go? You look a little bit cold. There’s no need to be all by yourself in the cold.”

“No, no,” Tommy said, “I am in charge here.” He put his hands on his hips and looked up spitefully into Eret’s sunglasses.

“I guess you are,” Eret conceded, just wanting to be helpful. “Are you heading out right away then?”

“Bye,” Tommy said, and made sure to close the door behind him quietly, so as not to disturb Eret’s house too much. He was a good and kind robber, after all.

Tommy hurried back to the new dirt house Wilbur was preparing with some food and wool in hand. When he arrived, he and Wilbur both set their spawns, and then they split the meal in a nice mossy patch underneath some trees.

The sun was just getting a little bit low, and there were cicadas singing in the trees. If you held still and paid attention, you could see the fireflies blinking on and off lazily between the branches and around the leaves.

Wilbur and Tommy sat there for a long time together, saying nothing at all, and listening to the sound of the world around them. Everything seemed so incredibly different than before, but it was also somehow exactly the same. 

“I know you’re bothered, but he’s still your Tubbo you know,” Wilbur finally said.

“I know,” Tommy replied.

“And, am I still your Wilbur?”

“Yes,” Tommy said, “Of course.”

“Will you promise to understand, if I, you know…” Wilbur looked thoughtful.

“Understand what?” Tommy asked.

“Oh. Nothing,” Wilbur said. 

Then while they sat there Wilbur told Tommy about a lot of things, as he was still in a thinking mood. He told Tommy about his visions for L’Manberg, and for the presidency, of what it was like to be president and how it was not at all like what he thought it would be. He told Tommy about how he cared so much for the country, and him, and Tubbo, and Nikki, and Fundy. And he told Tommy stories of places he had been before L’Manberg, and about people Tommy had never heard of before, and things he had never seen. Castles, mountains, heroes of other lands.

While Wilbur explained things like adults sometimes do, Tommy was also thinking very hard about things. “You’ve left a lot of places.” Tommy said finally, “But I’ve always lived in my little dirt hut besides my carrot farm in L’Manberg. I haven’t gone anywhere.” After a pause, listening to the cicadas sing, and remembering that he had in fact left his carrot farm, and Tubbo, and his country, Tommy scowled. “Wil,” he asked softly, “are you going to stay?”

“Of course,” Wilbur said.

“Will we be friends forever Wil?”

“Yeah,” Wilbur responded, “forever.”

Tommy nudged him, “Just like brothers?”

“Okay stop. I will cry.” Wilbur stood up suddenly, “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Where to?” 

“I don’t know. The next adventure.”

And so they went inside the unfinished cave, which wasn’t yet connected to the ravine of Pogtopia. And unbeknownst to them, the creek from before flowed underground and into some caves in the ravine. The creek didn’t worry about how it would get where it was going, it was happy to split apart and come back together again in due time. It was from nowhere and going nowhere, but the creek was happy to experience the journey. And so was Tommy.

[ssadumba55]

Disney Characters Tucking You In

Request: This was requested a while ago by some friends and I'm finally getting around to it. Actual requests will be finished next :)

A/N: In order to keep this gender neutral, Scrooge refers to the reader as lax. This does not refer to laxatives but it's the best lad/lass gender neutral term I could find. Sorry if it sounds weird! Enjoy!

Rapunzel

Rapunzel finds you sleeping on one of the many benches in the garden, she gently shakes you awake.

"You can't sleep here, come on."

You climb into one of the palace beds and she brings the covers around, covering you up to your chin

She sits on the side of the bed and begins telling you a story, her soft voice lulling you to sleep

She waits until she's sure you're asleep before leaving the room, blowing out the lantern

She stops on the way out, looking back at you and smiling softly

Human! Lightning McQueen

You were travelling with Lightning for one of his races, cross country which meant it was easier to fly

The two of you had mostly done your own things on the flight even though you sat beside each other

He was watching race movies and you were listening to music, looking out the tiny window (since he'd generously offered you the window seat)

Slowly, as you looked out the window, your eyes began to droop and soon you were drifting off into dream land

Lightning took his headphones off to talk to you and realized you were asleep

He pulled the blanket he'd been wearing around you, putting his headphones back on and smiling as he got back into his movie

Kuzco

The emperor had gotten better at dealing with people since his llama incident but he could still be a little dense sometimes

He'd been ranting for like hours about... actually you couldn't even remember at this point

You hadn't got that good of a sleep the night before so you started to drift off

It was only when he saw you leaning against your hand, fast asleep that he noticed

He hesitated not wanting to move you and wake you up, pulling his poncho over his head and draping it over the back of your shoulders like Pacha had done for him

You'd return the poncho when you woke up, until then he had a empire to run

"Enjoy your rest, (Y/n), Emperor's orders!"

Winnie the Pooh

You'd been running around the Hundred Acre Woods all day, Pooh at your side

It was a lot of fun spending time with your friends but also exhausting

As the two of you reached Pooh's home, you yawned loudly

"Oh bother, (Y/n), you need to sleep!"

He dragged you into his home, grabbing a spare blanket and draping it around your shoulders

He pulls you to the bed and you lay down, he lays beside you

"Good night, Pooh."

"Oh, good night, (Y/n)!"

Kristoff

You and Kristoff were bunkering down in a barn to keep warm for the night

Sven was already fast asleep, but you couldn't fall asleep

You laid on a pile of hay staring at the ceiling as Kristoff softly strummed his guitar

"Kristoff-"

"Sorry, am I being too loud? I'll put it away-"

"Can you sing to me? I can't get to sleep.."

You look over at him and he looks back at you, smiling softly

"I've got you, (Y/n)."

He continues strumming, soon adding his soft voice to the mix, lulling you to sleep almost instantly

He continues playing unaware you'd fallen asleep, sitting like that for at least a good hour, before tucking the guitar away

He grabs a cloak and drapes it over you, just so you don't catch a cold

"Sleep well, (Y/n)."

Scrooge McDuck

You spend an awful lot of time at the mansion, mostly because you don't have anywhere else to go

So much so, that you're fairly close with all the Duck family and you even have your own room

Sometimes though, it's tough to fall asleep

You don't know why, it just hits sometimes. Maybe anxieties, an overactive imagination-

"(Y/n), lax, what're ye doin' out here?"

Scrooge McDuck sat beside you on the porch, you'd come out for a bit of fresh air

He must've seen the door ajar and come to investigate

"Just can't sleep, Mr. McDuck."

He sat with you for a bit, until you fell asleep on the porch against him. Lifting you up, he carried you to bed, tucking you in and kissing your forehead.

"G'night, dear."

Beast

Living in the castle with the Beast sucked sometimes, but for the most part you were content for now

After all, all of your needs were basically taken care of

The only thing you couldn't seem to do was sleep

You wandered the corridors of the castle at night, tired but not able to fall asleep once your head hit the pillow

"Who goes there?" The gruff voice asked as you stepped into the room he was sitting in by the fire, sat at the piano

"I- It's just me, I'm sorry to bother you. I was just having trouble sleeping-"

He gestured for you to come sit by him and you did, sitting in one of the big backed chairs you usually used for reading and listening to his fingers dance across the keys

It was peaceful

You felt yourself slowly slipping and falling asleep

When he glanced over and realized you were asleep, he stood, throwing a random blanket over your form before sweeping out of the room

Goofy

There was silence in the Goof household, which was a relief

You were over having a sleepover with Max and the two of you had finally crashed

Goofy came out to assess the damage and found the two of you fast asleep on the couch, draped in awkward positions

He quickly went about shifting you both into more comfortable positions and finding a blanket to drape over the two of you

"Gawrsh, you two are growing up fast, this blanket used to be so big," he mumbled seeing it barely fit the two of you now

He found another one and tucked you both in

"G'night, kids."

Aladdin

There wasn't a lot of rest for the weary on the streets of Agrabah but sometimes there was a rare moment where you just couldn't push on any further and you'd fall asleep

Usually, during these times, Aladdin would pull you to his makeshift home

Tucking you into one of his makeshift blankets, he'd stand 'guard' while you slept soundly for however long you needed

Sometimes he would leave for a bit and leave you with food when you woke up

Most of the time he stayed though, pretending like you weren't sleeping in a bundle on his floor

Donald Duck

Donald and you had been close for a while now, you slept a lot and loved your sleep

He would often find you draped around his houseboat out of the blue

Every time he would find a blanket and drape it over your sleeping form

If you stirred, he'd smile and lift his hat and you'd smile

If you didn't, he'd walk off and you'd awaken with the blanket on you

You usually appreciated the gesture though, you couldn't help that you needed so much sleep but you appreciated that Donald was there to support you when you needed it