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[gomzdrawfr]

Ok, so Blathers is Gaz.

Price is Tom Nook. Laswell is Isabelle.

Flick and Chip are Ghost and Soap.

Red is Nikolai?

Soap as Chip is diabolical but I see it

Do you mean Jolly Redd? The fox guy who sells fake and real art? I see him as Graves

I was thinking Pascal or K.K Slider as Nik

[weirdbabs]

im sure im not the only one but paranatural is set so firmly in 2011 in my head i refuse to even consider that it could be later. every time a middle schooler uses a smart phone im just like ah yes. they come from money

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[antiendofuzzies]

Age sliding is so weird. Like. Sometimes I'm a four year old who doesn't talk. Other times I'm an 18 year old who doesn't shut up. And I can be anywhere in-between. Like, I'm 9 rn, and while I'm mentally more mature that when I'm 4, I'm not physically as mature when I'm 13 even. And my caretaker can't leave me alone in front no matter how old I am just in case I slide down to an age I can't be alone at... ugh

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age sliding can be weird, we have a few age sliders who feel like that. I get it's annoying sometimes, being unable to be alone even when you feel you're mature enough to handle things on your own.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Different version of daggers meet Jake's dads, but in the other au I'm writing (and squealing about!!)

They joked about roos being nepotism kid, having been raised by Mav (maybe mav and Goose, in an au where goose lives ❤️, but mav doesnt grow that much close to tom), and Jake obviously has Chris last name, no one connected to navy or anything. Until they see him break in the wildest grin that has mav reconsider everything cause fuck I know that grin, and shortly do grabby hands and running-crashing against the compacflt and his second in command and that small blond that is basically Jake but smaller and with tattoos.

Omg yes okay

So I’m writing this in the au of Chris x Ron x Tom just because I can.

Mav and Goose were leaning against the bar talking with Bradley. Everyone so far has made fun of him for being such the nepotism baby.

Mav noticed that Jake is the only one who hasn’t made a jab at him. Jake just keeps checking his phone.

He hears more people come into the bar, but Goose hits him. He turns and looks, shit is that Tom? And Ron Kerner? Who the hell is the blond under their arms?

Jake takes off from the group. He slams into them. Goose can’t help it he lets out a “what the fuck.”

Jake gets a kiss on the head from each man, he drags them back over. “Mav pretty sure you know who this is.”

God that little shit. “Hey Tom. Hi Ron. Hello blond man who is Jake in 20ish years.”

That gets a laugh out of Jake. He grins.

Oh fuck. That’s the grin Tom gave him in the locker room at top gun. Is Jake Tom’s kid?

“Mav meet my dads. Ron, Tom, and Chris Seresin.”

Goose snaps out of it before Mav does. “Good to see you guys again. Congrats on all the promotions.” He shakes everyone’s hands, “didn’t know you had a kid Tom.”

Tom smiles, he ruffles Jake’s hair, “yeah. Didn’t talk about it.” Jake smacks at his tata’s hand, “shut it.”

Bradley raises his hand from where he’s sitting behind them. Ron points “clone of Goose go ahead.” Bradley thinks for a second, “y’all can’t like permanently ruin me if I ask this right?”

Tom laughs. “Oh I can but I’ll let it slide tonight.”

Bradley nods. “Are y’all all together?”

Jake blinks at Bradley, “you’re dumber then you look aren’t you.”

“Jake I swear to god I don’t care that your dads are here I’ll kick your ass.” “I’d love to see you try Roo.”

Chris claps his hands together. “Boys!”

They both blush. “To answer Bradley’s question, yeah we are.”

Mav leans over to Ron. “Were you guys together when we were at top gun?”

Tom answers from where he’s leaning against Ron. “Kinda. Ron and I were hooking up but he was with Chris. Didn’t realize I could have both of them until Chris called me a fucking idiot and kissed me when we got back to Texas.”

Goose blinks. “Oh my god.” He points at Jake. “That’s why he has that evil grin you guys both have.”

Jake laughs. “You nailed it old man.”

Bradley blinks again. “Wait a second you’re also a nepotism baby!”

Tom glances at Jake, “he’s not wrong.” “Hey! Don’t agree!”

Mav tilts his head. “How the hell did I not know this?” Chris answers this again. “Wanted to keep him safe from the navy. Biology wise he’s my nephew, so we just kept our last name. Didn’t ever marry legally.”

Ron kisses the side of Tom’s head, “there was that hippy dippy wedding we did though.” Tom laughs and pulls Chris under his arm, “that was a fun wedding.”

They break off into chatting in polish, Jake tries to not hear what they’re saying. He smiles as he watches his dads. Bradley touches his elbow. “I’m sorry. I was a real dick.”

Jake laughs. He taps his fingers on Bradley’s chest. “Not like I was an angel but you had it coming. Needed you to jump off that cliff you were standing at.”

Bradley and Jake hug, Chris leans back and kisses both of his men. “Think he’ll be okay?” Ron tucks Chris in between them. “Yeah they’ll work it out.”

“Sexually.”

“Tom I swear to god.”

Chris laughs. “He’s not wrong it’s like watching you two.”

There’s a chorus of heys but Chris just keeps smiling. He catches the rest of the daggers looks. “Go on get me a drink, I think we’re about to be interviewed.”

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update with Dracula and his three wives.

20 minutes of your life that you can never reclaim. My beautiful wives enjoy the attention and they are always happy to talk to us about anything..... can you blame them? how boring this tank must get when we aren't around to entertain them.

I talk too long about things people with no turtles don't want to hear. I love my girls dearly when I totally didn't expect to. I hope it shows.

we discuss turtle business. Because turtle business is everybody's business. get involved today. love a turtle. but please, please, please leave the turtles in the wild where they belong. once you take a turtle you can never put them back. every year turtles everywhere are half heartedly taken as pets only to be abandoned in unfriendly waters or into waterways that have no natural defense against invasive species. if you take a turtle you better damn well mean it. they have a longer life span than you do, your new little quarter sized pet will more than likely outlive you AND will not remain quarter sized forever. look it up you may be lucky enough to have chosen a three foot round grown assed dinosaur that needs 47,000 metric liters of water at minimum to live in. you too might be one of the lucky ones like me who has a Volkswagen sized tank in the living room. but if you are anything like me you will fall in love with them and learn to do all the little things they need because now you have friends who are dinosaurs! how cool is that?!?

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For the next animal crossing game (if it ever comes), why don’t they create another traveling musician npc, so that maybe kk slider can do duets! Or is that sacrilegious

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[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

When R and the baby get to go home rafe just absolutely pampers R won't leave her side, making sure she's eating and feeling ok and also taking care of the baby so she can rest

༄｡° i've got her, i've got you - rafe cameron

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As the last of the Pogues filtered out of Tanneyhill, the backyard grew quiet, the only sounds the fading crackle of the fire pit and the distant hum of the ocean. JJ slung an arm around Pope, shouting a final, “Take care of our girl, Rafe!” over his shoulder as they disappeared around the corner. Sarah lingered longest, pressing a gentle kiss to Jojo’s forehead and squeezing your hand with a soft, “Call me if you need anything, okay?” before slipping out with John B. The chaos of the welcome home party ebbed away, leaving just you, Rafe, and little Josephine—Jojo—cocooned in the stillness of the grand house.

You sank onto the plush sectional in the living room, the exhaustion of the day settling into your bones. The hospital stay, the drive home, the whirlwind of love from the Pogues—it had all been beautiful, but draining. Rafe set Jojo’s car seat gently on the coffee table, her tiny chest rising and falling as she slept, oblivious to the world. He straightened up, his eyes locking onto you with that intense focus you’d come to recognize as pure, unfiltered devotion.

“Alright, baby,” he said, his voice low and firm, like he was issuing a command to himself. “You’re done for the day. I’ve got this.” Before you could protest, he was already moving, crossing the room to grab the throw blanket from the armchair and draping it over your lap. His hands lingered, tucking it around you with a care that made your heart ache.

“Rafe, I’m fine,” you murmured, though your voice betrayed how tired you really were. He arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, and crouched down in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees.

“You just pushed a whole human out of you, carried her for nine months, and sat through JJ’s terrible jokes for three hours. You’re not fine—you’re a fucking superhero, but you’re not fine.” His lips quirked into a small, teasing smile, but his eyes were serious, searching yours for any sign of discomfort. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue, and honestly, the way he was looking at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—made it impossible to say no. You nodded, and he exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath for your permission.

First, he disappeared into the kitchen, returning minutes later with a glass of water and a plate piled with leftovers from the party— sliders, some fruit Sarah had cut up, and a couple of Pope’s meticulously roasted marshmallows on the side. “You need to eat,” he said, setting it on the armrest beside you. “And don’t even think about saying you’re not hungry. I’ll sit here and feed you myself if I have to.”

You rolled your eyes but took a bite of the slider, the savory warmth hitting your stomach and making you realize how ravenous you actually were. Rafe watched, satisfied, before reaching for the water and pressing it into your hand. “Small sips,” he instructed, like you were the one who needed coddling now. You couldn’t help but smile at how serious he was about it.

Once he was sure you were settled, his attention shifted to Jojo, who let out a tiny whimper in her sleep. Rafe was on his feet in an instant, carefully unbuckling her from the car seat and lifting her into his arms with a tenderness that still caught you off guard sometimes. The sight of him—broad shoulders, sharp jaw, the once-reckless Kook prince—cradling your daughter like she was made of porcelain was enough to make your breath hitch. He rocked her gently, murmuring something too soft for you to hear, and her whimpers faded as she nestled against his chest.

“She’s good,” he whispered, glancing back at you. “You rest. I’ll handle her if she wakes up.” He didn’t wait for your response, just carried Jojo over to the bassinet by the window, setting her down with a kiss on her forehead before turning back to you.

He didn’t sit down, though. Instead, he hovered—adjusting the blanket when it slipped, refilling your water before you even asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a touch so light it felt like a promise. “How’s your head?” he asked suddenly, frowning as he studied you. “You’ve been squinting. You need Tylenol? I can grab some from upstairs.”

“Rafe, I’m okay,” you said, laughing softly despite yourself. “It’s just the lights. I’m tired, not dying.”

“Still,” he muttered, already dimming the overhead chandelier with the remote. “Better?” You nodded, and he finally sat down beside you, though his body stayed angled toward you, like he was ready to jump up at the slightest hint of need. His hand found yours, fingers lacing through yours, and he rubbed slow circles on your palm with his thumb—a habit he’d picked up when you were pregnant, something to keep you both grounded.

For a while, you just sat there, the quiet wrapping around you like a second blanket. Jojo slept soundly, her tiny breaths the only sound breaking the silence. Rafe’s gaze flicked between you and her, as if he couldn’t quite believe this was real—that you were here, that she was here, that he got to have this. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he said suddenly, his voice rough with emotion. “I mean it. I don’t know how you do it.”

You turned to him, catching the raw honesty in his eyes. “I don’t do it alone,” you whispered. “You’re right here with me.”

He swallowed hard, nodding like he was trying to convince himself he deserved that credit. “Always,” he said simply, and you believed him.

When your plate was empty and your eyelids started to droop, Rafe didn’t hesitate. He scooped you up—blanket and all—ignoring your half-hearted protest of “I can walk!” and carried you upstairs to your bedroom. He set you down on the bed, propping pillows behind you with military precision, then darted back downstairs to grab Jojo’s bassinet. He positioned it right beside your side of the bed, close enough that you could reach her if she stirred, but he made it clear with a look that he’d be the one getting up if she did.

“Sleep,” he ordered, brushing a kiss against your forehead. “I’ve got her. I’ve got you.” And as you drifted off, the last thing you saw was Rafe settling into the armchair by the bed, his eyes on Jojo, his hand resting lightly on your arm—a quiet, unwavering guard over the little family you’d built together.

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Whenever my brother texts to ask me a random trivia question, he always opens with a "Hey, Ziggy," and honestly it's such a lovely and affirming compliment

Quantum Leap has fucked with my brain in mysterious ways. Every time I see someone talk about AI, I read Al. As in... Calavicci.