#mcbaby

[neon-tigre95]

MAC-REE-DEEE

(guess who watched the fallout TV show and installed the next gen update lmao)

[mc-baby]

apparently lead paint is poisonous :(

wait but it's still edible right?

[aminta]

the "kim gets with a new guy and has little babies and jimmy sees her with her new family" theory bugs me SO much. like what would it accomplish? she stresses so much over how the last thing she wanted in life was the white picket fence lifestyle with the 1.5 kids and a plain vanilla husband. her whole life she's strived for "more," for something beyond the bland future she had lying ahead of her in Nebraska. The way i see it, her finding someone else would be the equivalent of her marrying the guy running the Hinky Dinky like she mentions before. And in the entire frame of the story, it just doesnt make sense to me why the show would bother to show us that. In what way would that wrap up a satisfying narrative? There's no message to be found there beyond driving the salt into Jimmys sound, as well as betraying who Kim fundamentally is as a character.

That theory does her such a injustice when it comes to how she truly behaves as a person. What about Kim shows that she would be able to move on so quickly from their love and relationship? She and Jimmy were fairly codependent-- neither had any other close friends or family, and it took them YEARS to build up that rapport to where they were when the finally went steady in season two. He's all she had, and with him gone, she'd be truly isolated. I just can't see her character so willing to jump into another relationship in the span of four years or so, especially with the way she and Jimmy broke things off. At the end of 609, she is still very much in love with Jimmy. It'd be different if they left things on awful, hateful terms, but they both adore one another. She removed herself from the equation as a punishment. Why would she do that just to throw herself into another romance?

Even Jimmy, in the Breaking Bad timeline, is still so clearly haunted by her absence. With how intertwined and in tune the two of them were, I can only imagine she would be struggling the same way.

[spottyissleepy]

It’s now canon to OFND lore that Goosefeather found Daisykit in an abandoned McDonalds

[mariatesstruther]

in the greys x tlou world the interns would definitely call tommy and joel mcyummy and mchottie respectively

maria and tess start to call them them their mchusbands

when baby miller is born, the whole hospital staff calls them the mcbaby

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Jamie’s Contract Edition

23-24 Series Masterlist

sorry this is late!

yourusername

liked by jamie.drysdale, trevorzegras, and 11,346 others

yourusername MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE! actually— not please. i am demanding your attention.

my favorite ex-hubby, my jamie baby, HAS BEEN SIGNED TO THE ANAHEIM DUCKS FOR 3 MORE YEARS! *queue cheers, applause, screams, and violent tears of joy*

trevor has been unbearable (i have, too) without you. the daily facetimes were not enough by a long shot and i’m so enthralled with you being back in the golden state🧡

i had so much fun watching how happy you were at your first practice back with the team in almost a year! scrapbook moment for sure!

i can’t wait to see what you accomplish this season. i love you with my whole butt, jamie baby!

tagged jamie.drysdale and trevorzegras

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jamie.drysdale i love you, too, ex-wifey! i’m so happy to be stuck with your weirdo butt for three more years🧡

yourusername i- did you- i’m sorry- STUCK WITH ME?! it’s a privilege to be in the same room as me

jamie.drysdale being stuck with you was the only problem with my comment?

yourusername i’m choosing to take “weirdo butt” as a term of endearment

jackhughes @/yourusername what if it’s not?

yourusername @/jackhughes he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body! he doesn’t even have a mean atom! he’s jamie baby!

jackhughes @/yourusername you call everyone baby

yourusername @/jackhughes and i call you jacky BOY

jackhughes @/yourusername *insert curse word here*

yourusername @/jackhughes istg i’m going to replace your dong with a gear shift

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername i’ve missed you so much

trevorzegras why are all of his pictures good ones and i got me in the penalty box?! he should have bad pictures! AND HE GETS HEARTS?!

yourusername you had like 2 “bad” pictures and you BOTH got an “i’m back, sluts” so HUSH

trevorzegras i’m begging you

yourusername oh, yeah? you’re gonna beg? i’d like to see that

trevorzegras you first, mama

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername @.trevorzegras i no longer miss you two

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale you sure? i could make you beg, too

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername PENALTY! EJECTION! SUSPENSION! DEPORTED! @.trevorzegras SAY SOMETHING

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale she didn’t mean it

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras ARE YOU SURE?!

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale not entirely

lhughes_06 @/yourusername EW EW EW EW EW

_quinnhughes @/yourusername SISSY! NO!

jackhughes @/yourusername AHHHHHH

yourusername pansies! every single one of you!

user90 AND WE SURVIVED THE GREAT WAR

user12 when he chews on his mouth guard> WHEN HE CHEWS ON HIS MOUTH GUARD WHILE PLAYING>>>>>>>>

_quinnhughes @/jamie.drysdale congratulations! you get sissy’s questionable ethical love and affection for three more years! good luck with that

jamie.drysdale i’d keep her in my pocket for sometimes being nice and small but she’d probably burn a whole in my pants

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes i feel attacked

_quinnhughes @/yourusername i said it out of love

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername what he said

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes is it act like me in my own comment section day? did i miss that on my calendar? or are you just obsessed with me?

_quinnhughes @/yourusername “if you can’t beat them, join ‘em” (queen)

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername ❤️

yourusername @/trevorzegras COME LOVE ME

trevorzegras @/yourusername you’re the most beautiful thing this world has ever created

yourusername @/trevorzegras aw, you simp<3

anaheimducks welcome home jd!

user7 LOOK AT HIS SMILE😭🫶

masonmctavish23 @/jamie.drysdale good to have you back, jimmy!

jamie.drysdale @/masonmctavish23 thank you!

yourusername mcbaby! you’re going to love your first post game goodie bag of the season!

masonmctavish @/yourusername but will you be able to top the last game of the season one?

yourusername @/masonmctavish23 you’re underestimating my abilities

user36 TREVOR AND JAMIE IN THE 5TH PIC OH MY GOD SLUT ME OUT

colecaufield @/jamie.drysdale you’re out of the woods!

jamie.drysdale @/colecaufield i’m in the clear!

colecaufield @/jamie.drysdale good!

yourusername out of the woods (dryfield’s version)

colecaufield @/yourusername did you just give us a ship name?

yourusername @/colecaufield yes?

trevorzegras @/colecaufield @/jamie.drysdale ARE YOU TWO CHEATING ON ME?!

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras did you just admit to cheating on ME?!

colecaufield @/trevorzegras YOU LOVE ANOTHER MAN?!

trevorzegras @/colecaufield @/jamie.drysdale i love you both equally! so what if we…

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras @/colecaufield 👀

colecaufield @/trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale 👀

yourusername @/trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale @/colecaufield oh so you three can make threesome jokes and i can’t?!

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername correct

colecaufield @/yourusername jealous much?

trevorzegras @/yourusername you know very well what i can do

yourusername @/trevorzegras 👀

jackhughes @/yourusername @/trevorzegras THAT IS TOO MUCH INFORMATION

user56 i came for the jamie pics and stayed for… i don’t know what this is but i love it

user70 oh the twitter girlies are going to go insane over this comment section

wyattjohnston_ @/jamie.drysdale see you on the ice?

jamie.drysdale @/wyattjohnston_ i’ll be there

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale WHAT DO I DO?

jamie.drysdale @/wyattjohnston_ y/n’s a… fan… and she’s kinda freaking out right now and i’ve been told to ask you to not read the rest of these comments

wyattjohnston_ @/jamie.drysdale got it

wyattjohnston_ @/yourusername i’d be happy to meet you when we play the ducks! maybe with some other guys, too!

yourusername @/wyattjohnston_ jamie’s lying and i’m totally not freaking out right now as i say i would love that very much!

wyattjohnston_ @/yourusername @.jamie.drysdale i’ll see you two on the 19th!

user36 oh my god it’s wyatt in sissy’s comment section🥹 i bet she’s crying so hard right now

trevorzegras there’s a LOT going on right now

lhughes_06 @/jamie.drysdale congrats, man! i know you’ll continue taking good care of sissy

jamie.drysdale @/lhughes_06 thank you! and i am currently taking care of her

lhughes_06 @/jamie.drysdale you’ve got videos, right?

jamie.drysdale @/lhughes_06 so many

jackhughes @/jamie.drysdale who’s shirt is she under?

jamie.drysdale @/jackhughes mine. send help.

jackhughes @_quinnhughes he needs help

_quinnhughes @/jamie.drysdale this is uncharted territory you’re on your own

user66 JAMIE MEME

user27 he’s so-😭🥹

_alexturcotte @/jamie.drysdale i came here to say congratulations but i’m now concerned for you well being

trevorzegras @_alexturcotte what about MY well being?

_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras you’ve been through war with her! jd’s barely been through 3 years!

jamie.drysdale @_alexturcotte thank you! she’s stopped crying and is back to freaking out

yourusername @_alexturcotte THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! IT WILL BE TOPPED WHEN I MEET THE STARS!

trevorzegras @/yourusername we’re getting married in 3 months

yourusername @/trevorzegras and i’ll rank my best days after that!

_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras it’s better to accept your fate now

jamie.drysdale hey, remember when this post was about me? that was nice while it lasted

yourusername “alone in a darkest dark, a fire is a smiling friend walking out of the shadows.” (atticus) i was saving that for something special, but since you’re whiny, i’ll tell it now. true, i’ve only known you three years, but i’ve let you see me. you know the darkest parts of me, and you’ve been beside me for a lot of the brightest parts. you, jamie drysdale, are more than embers. you’re more than the flames of a fire place, more than a bonfire at the lake house. you burnt down my walls, and guided me to catch fire myself. you’re not just a part of my life. you’re a part of me. a part that gets to stay with me for not just three more years, but every year after. i love you, i’m proud of you, and thank you.

trevorzegras update: this is one of the sweetest things she’s ever written and they’re both crying and somehow this turned into us watching the hunger games

[beevean]

I another big reason Prime also hasn't really been jiving as much for me, at least so far with what has been released, is how it seems to be pushing this tendency of making Sonic into a "OMG big dumb quirkyyyy relatable soft pure dorky McBaby boi" that seems to have become so pervasive within the fandom in the past of couple of years. The fandom wanting to infantilize Sonic so bad has gotten to the point where I've seen it seriously argued that Sonic potentially killing Robotnik at the end of the second movie was somehow OOC or too harsh. Yeah, beating the living shit out of the guy who hunted you down, terrorized and almost killed you and your adopted family, and has shown not even a single microscope speck of remorse or regret for any of it but seems to relish in it if anything, is apparently too damn harsh now!

Yeah.

I know that Movie Sonic also acted very kiddy, but again, it made sense for that universe, because the writers always said that they wrote Sonic as being younger than his canon counterpart. This is just not even bothering with being respectful to the source material - and from what little I've seen, god is he annoying to sit through.

... hey, I found another similarity between Sonic and Trevor! He too was turned into a picked-on buffoon in a Western show, and that version is now the most famous version of the character, to the point that people look at you weird when you say that no, in canon he's not like that :'D

Anyway years of screaming "SONIC IS 15 YOU FREAKS!!!!" lead to this, I bet, because teens are literal children, no matter the source material. That, and the general blorboification of characters. Sonic can't be a badass adorable, no he's just a poor adhd having widdle scrunklie just like me fr fr uwu

Bonus :this video is now the only thing that plays in my head when I see P!Sonic lol

[another-chaotic-bisexual-vampire]

Jonathan, looking out his window to see The Count going out in his clothes, wondering if he's going to snack on a McBaby Sandwich but make the villagers think Jonathan did it:

[httpsserene]

not my mcbabies at mclaren :(

[important-question-anon]

would you rather babysit bingle or mcbaby for 48 hours whilst also being horribly sleep deprived

neither because im a terrible entertainer yet alone babysitter idek why kids like me

[mc-baby]

@offical-firefox-nightly pls can i get a new McTeddy Bear? i fed mine to that guy in the basement

[buildabearfr]

can I get a bear that will help me take revenge on my parents for leaving me please?

-@mc-baby

McBaby! Actually wait I'm adopting you.

And yes. :3

[sunspray-peak]

Ch. 43: Into the Mines Pt. 3

FLOOR 110. 

“Excellent.”

Abigail hopped down the last few rungs, and dusted off her blood and dirt-caked hands with a new surge of energy. “Just what I was hoping for. Was scared the pattern wouldn’t hold—it’s a clear floor ever 10 floors. We should be safe here. Take a, uhh, bit of a break, eh? Now let’s get those sandwiches!” 

He had to admire her optimistic attitude. 

Sandwiches from Pierre’s, some protein bars, some bananas. It was remarkable how quickly exhaustion could melt away with a full belly. Breakfast had felt like hours ago. 

It had, actually, been several hours ago. Six hours, in fact. Checking Alex’s watch—how light it felt on his wrist—it was a few hours before noon. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been doing this all year,” Achilles said, pouring some water into a small bowl for Voltaire. “100 fucking floors… all by yourself… Ow!” He had accidentally scratched a cut on his forearm, causing it to well with a fresh line of blood. “Shit, that hurt.” 

“Aw, poor wittle baby!” Abigail pranced over to take a closer look at the wound. “Want me to kiss it? Make it feel all better, Baby McBaby face?” 

“Ha ha, very funny… my grandma used to say that to us all the time. Well. Not the Baby McBaby face part…” Achilles dribbled his water over his arm. Hmm. Likely wouldn’t need a bandage. Abigail on the other hand… “No, but seriously. I don’t know how you’ve been doing it, it’s remarkable.” 

“Thank you, thank you,” Abigail said with a small bow from her seat on a flat rock. But her blue eyes darkened. “Let me tell you though… these past 5 floors… they’re worse. They were way, way worse… I haven’t ever seen this many spirits on one floor…” 

“Think that means we’re close?” 

“It better mean we’re close. Shit!” Abigail sighed, setting a half-eaten bologna sandwich on the ground, and buried her head in her hands. “This is… this is kinda bad, Achilles. Maybe even… real bad.” 

“Should we head back?” 

“No!” She leapt from the rock and took an aggressive bite from her sandwich, pointing the second half at him. “We’re close. We are close. I can feel it.” 

Achilles shook his head, reaching into his backpack for some more gauze and antibiotics. He had escaped relatively unscathed so far, apart from those minor cuts. But Abigail, who had borne the brunt of the battle, was bleeding from a fresh wound on her forehead (just surface level, she insisted, though Achilles patched it up anyway). 

“Should probably take care of that burn…” Achilles poured his water, still cold in the canteen, over a compress and pressed it against her forearm. “Fuck, we should bandage that cut on your neck, too…” 

The more he looked at her, the more wounds he saw. Guilt began to stream through his veins, swirl among his stomach in nauseating loops. 

All your fault, too, really. Had to spend the whole time defending you, isn’t that right? 

And here you are. Fine. Totally fine. 

He shook his head, collapsing back onto the floor and grabbing a sandwich of his own.

Close your mind, bitch… 

But he was already so tired… 

Tired? Yeah? Imagine how Abigail must feel… 

Close your mind. 

Your name is Achilles Oleander Robinson. You’re 26 years old. Wait, no I’m 27 years old. Fuck, I’m almost 28 aren’t I… 

*****

FLOOR 111.

Down they went… 

The shadow spirits continued to be relentless—if anything, there were even more of them now, and Abigail and Achilles’ short respite on the floor above hadn’t been enough to bring either of them back to full strength. 

Even so, they powered on, Abigail striking and slicing, dodging and diving, as Achilles and Voltaire scoured the scene. Together, they scaled the mines’ jagged rocks, scrabbling amongst the nooks and crannies in desperate search for trap doors, all while doubt did some delving of its own… 

Why are you here? 

Who were you to even think that you could actually be useful? That you could be important? 

*****

FLOOR 112. 

It was now clear their break on the 110th floor hadn’t been nearly enough. Even the rope ladders were no longer a safe haven. Though the spirits were unable to fly, bats and snakes were now quick to strike the moment the trio stepped one foot on the rungs. 

Abigail was faltering, her swings wilder and sloppier, Achilles forced to stop his search multiple times to fend off spirits and monsters alike.

A sharp, blinding pain arced across his back—a shadow shaman behind him. 

Achilles staggered forward, nearly collapsing against an outcrop of iron ore. His hand reached for his shoulder, but from the corner of his eye—more shadow shamans. 

“Meow!” 

Voltaire gave him a quick nip, bringing him back to his senses, before racing towards Abigail. “Meow!” 

They turned from their respective fights and followed the cat—one stumbling foot after the other… 

“Achilles!” 

A piercing yelp—Abigail had fallen. Tripped, likely, from exhaustion or the uneven ground or both. One arm reaching out. Her ankle weak. Twisted, no doubt. 

Achilles sprinted back. The shadow spirits were only a few feet away. 

“Come on, come on, come on—”

A dry, rasp. A shadow shaman had neared—its razor sharp claws shooting out faster than his eyes could keep up to tightly grip Achilles’ throat. Raise him from the ground.

Deep laughter reverberated through the greenhouse walls within his head.  

With a screech, Abigail raised herself from the ground and plunged her sword into its chest. 

Achilles fell to the ground, but he wasn’t given a chance to even take a breath—Abigail had pulled him up. “Time to go, time to go!”Their uneven, half-dragging footsteps pounded against the ground. 

What will happen if she falls again? 

What will you do? 

What can you do? 

Voltaire—yes, the trapdoor—

It’s time to go, don’t you think? 

*****

FLOOR 113. 

The cavern was, mercifully, small. No larger than the town square, which made their harried, wasted search for a nonexistent trapdoor easier. 

They would have to clear the floor. 

They stood in the center of the space back to back, swords drawn, as spirits and monsters seethed, approaching with razor sharp claws and venomous fangs.

On they fought. Thick sprays of green monster blood mingling with the smoking streams of purple and black, the only residue that remained once spirits had been struck down. Abigail especially looked fearsome, the dirt and blood caking her boots mixing with the gore from the sludges and snakes she slayed, their corpses a pile two feet deep on the ground around them. 

It became almost meditative—the rhythm of the lunges, the parries, dodges and swipes. And yet, each twist and turn further ripped the throbbing wound below his shoulders. Beads of blood dripped down his back, running side by side with sweat. 

Uncountable minutes passed, perhaps even hours, it was hard to tell tell time these days, for Achilles had nary a second to spare to even glance at Alex’s watch. 

Lunge. Parry. Jab. Duck. Over and over again, the muscles in his body joining the voices outside his mind in their screams. But finally—when Achilles felt like he could scarcely raise his arms another inch, that unsettling chord of chimes rang through the cavern, and to their right, a trapdoor emerged from the ground. 

He collapsed atop a rock smeared in the gooey remains of a red sludge. Abigail was quick to follow, awkwardly kicking aside the tangled masses of dead bats and lava crabs to sit on the ground, her head resting back against the rock beside Achilles’ leg. 

My name is Achilles Oleander Robinson. I’m 27 years old. I live in Stardew Valley. I was born in Monstera. I have five cousins. Camille. Chloe. Elise. Nick. Benji. I have a cat. 

Words that had been ringing in his head nonstop during his fight with the spirits—like a chant, a mantra pulsing steadily, as if on autopilot, within the greenhouse of his mind. Like a heartbeat. Or maybe more like a headache. Yoba, a headache of his own making… 

How long can this last?

How long can you last?

With a groan, he buried his face in his left hand, while the fingers of his right just barely clung to the gunmetal hilt of his sword. 

“We should go, Abby.”  

“Just one more minute—”

“—no. I mean… we should go back up.” 

“What? Like… give up?” 

The sword slipped through Achilles’ fingers and clattered to the floor, the sound echoing among the gloomy tomb. He left it there. It hurt too much to bend. 

“Not give up, just… maybe come back. Tomorrow.” With a ragged fingernail, he weakly scraped dried blood from the face of Alex’s watch. “We’ve been out here nearly 14 hours—”

Abigail shook her head slowly, her neck sore and strained. “No.” 

“Abigail…” 

“No, Achilles.” 

“Abby, there’s two days left, we can regroup—”

“There’s no time to regroup! It’s only going to get worse the closer we get to Spirit’s Eve— more monsters. Even more spirits.

“But we can rest—”

“Achilles, there’s no time. But… but if you want to go back, fine. Go.” 

Hmm.

There was an idea. 

Nausea immediately swept his stomach—selfish. Selfish. 

He shook his head in an attempt to clear the thought. “Abigail, I’m not going to leave—” 

“I said no.” With neither a groan nor a grimace, she stood firmly to her feet. “I’m not going to just give up, Achilles. I’m close. I know I’m close, I can feel it—and I’m not just going to give up now.”

She stalked slowly towards the trapdoor. Voltaire followed her to the edge of the hall where he sat and licked a sludge-stained paw, gazing at Achilles expectantly. 

“I’ve spent this whole year fighting my way down the mines without you.” Her voice rang clear, though her back was turned from him. “If you want to go, go. But I’m staying.” 

Leave her. 

Again, his stomach fought his mind, twisting sharply with a deep set shame that his brain seemed unable to acknowledge.

“No.”

Abigail was strong, but Achilles was still naturally stronger, not to mention over half a foot taller. She was a tiny girl. He swept her from behind, holding her scrambling form against his chest. “We’ll come back tomorrow, I promise—”

Sure, you promise… don’t lie to yourself. 

Abigail fought back, even going so far as to try to jab him with her sword, but her position was awkward, and Achilles managed to wrestle the blade from her grip. 

“Achilles,” she cried. “We can’t do this. We have to finish this, we have to finish this now.” 

She slipped herself out below from his grasp and collapsed onto the crimson soil. Tears flooded the dried smears of blood on her cheeks. 

“You don’t understand. We’re so close. I can feel it. And if we leave… we’re going to miss our chance. We can’t start over, we can’t afford to wait another day, let alone another year. Everybody knows about our mission. I can’t fail, people are going to think I’m a coward, that I couldn’t handle it—” 

“Abby that’s— what? No. No one is going to think less of you—people already think you’re brave—”

The glory. The pride—so was this what it was all about then? Failure. How emerging from the mines, their sole task unfinished, would reflect on one so desperate to be seen as something more than ordinary. 

At this realization, he paused.  

Well, well, well. Just looking in a mirror, isn’t it. 

But surely… surely he wasn’t this insane; he would never be so determined to do something so high-risk, so incredibly high-stakes, just for others’ approval. Even his pride had its limit.

Well maybe that’s why you’re a failure. Maybe you’ve always played it too safe…

Recognizing the surrender in his face, Abigail reached for her sword, still in Achilles’ hand.

Her fingertips, callused as they were, felt soft against his fingers. She leaned into his chest, though for emotional or physical support, Achilles wasn’t quite sure. “Please. If it— if it gets bad, we can go. I promise. But right now—I can still fight. I can still do this.”

She stared determinedly into his eyes, her hands vice like around his arms, as unshakable as her resolve. 

Voltaire eyed them from the edge of the trap door as they slowly made their way over. The cat, eager as ever, was the first to jump down, followed closely by Abigail.  

Achilles paused briefly at the top of the ladder, taking a second to roll his shoulders back—a move that once again split open the gash the shadow shaman had dealt him on the floor above. 

He bit the inside of his cheek—didn’t need Abigail hearing him cry out, not when she was probably pushing aside the pain of a thousand of these sort of cuts…

Come, let’s go, let’s go… Yoba, what was he doing… 

You’re making a big mistake. 

[whatifitdoesntendwell]

mcbaby yoh get a baby with your meal yummers

[nototherwisespecified]

just like. the capitals’ centers:

pointy fighty dog (dowd)

just the bitchiest cat (eller)

exotic bird, filled of joy (kuzya darling)

Literal Child (connor mcbaby)*

eldritch being beyond the ken of man (nicke)

that one kid (snively)

.... dylan strome. dylan found-under-a-log strome. dylan girldad??? ?strome?? dy?la?n? st?r?o?m?e?????

*i know he’s probably going to be in hershey in ds’ favor & that makes it worse, thanks

[susanhazard]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: McBaby Light baby blue short sleeves shirt..