#patchwork pals

[sarahkomik]

i forgot to post this on tumblr-

[beaktheowl]

Patchwork Pals Cereal!!! (Inspired by FCCD's SpongeBob Cereal Commercial)

[ellafox1729]

The Narrator of Patchwork Pals! (Based off her voice actor, Olive Hodgson)

[monakisu]

soft things to admire for joy 🧸ྀི🧺🍪

[unpretty]

there's a dragon hoard ita bag.... how is my wallet supposed to thrive under these conditions

i'm telling myself that it's fine and i'll probably cancel some of them before the campaigns are over and therefore there's no harm in jumping in and getting the early bird specials. but also. i am not going to do that. and the charges that hit my account in a month will be truly terrifying.

[vanillaaaaaaaaa3]

Hwait a minute… WHERE THE HELL IS THAT ONE BLOG WHERE YOU CAN VOTE FOR WESTERN VOCALOID CHARACTERS TO SEE WHICH ONE WINS?!?!?!?!?!? ALL TRACE OF THE ACCOUNT IS LIKE GONE!!!!! /gen

[goatskickin]

On the third day of GOATmas, my true love sent to me...

...desks! Wood recolors of desks!

I've recolored every desk that EA has created in a pack or expansion that:

1) already had wood recolors

2) didn't have wood recolors, but I felt that wood recolors suited them

For the colors: I am using Dynamite, Depth Charge, Shrapnel, Safety Fuse and Time Bomb by @pooklet, and Nesert and Honey by Io aka @serabiet.

Please check out the Add-On's I've recommended! They are meshes made by community members that will use these textures too. Or, they are bits of CC that go along with these nicely!

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Andromeda Desk - deskatomicagekids

notes: did not have a wood texture but it does now! The lines of the desk were too good to pass up. Wood texture nabbed from Seasons, I think.

Bakonmi Sprok Desk - desktechep8

notes: some of the original texture and some new stuff too

Recommended Add-On: #1

Broken In Desk - deskbohemian

Notes: much of the existing texture but edited a lot.

Recommended Add-On: #1

Counter Productive Work Surface - deskclub

notes: the SHINIEST desk that ever did live. Basically the original texture though

Fine Finish Desk - deskfantasy

notes: the texture of this was mostly quite good! Did remove the curly bits. I sure do wish that the knobs and the deco had a recolorable subset.

Recommended Add-On: #1

Home Office Desk - deskquaint

notes: the 2nd shiniest base game desk. Almost all is the original texture

Recommended Add-on: #1, #2

Patchwork Desk - deskgoth

notes: brand new texture! Now you can actually use this desk! The shape is quite nice

Retratech Office Pal Economy Desk - deskvalue

notes: it's your very fave desk! The one you likely have lots of fun recolors of already. Original texture - no white recolor though, as the desk comes with one

Recommended Add-ons: #1 #2

Swervy Curvy Desk - desksurfer

notes: I saw the vision on this one! Previously no wood recolor, but now it has one. Wish that little bendy metal leg had a recolorable subset

The Rollin Secretary - deskcountry

notes: this is one of my favorite desks and it is so cute!

TibetanDesk_deskcentralasian

notes: mac and cheese yellow handles (no recolorable subset) but at least the wood looks alright. The mapping on this one suuuuuucks

Recommended add-ons: #1

Download - Sims 2 Desks - Wood Recolors

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Recommended downloads:

[sarahkomik]

istg if this doesn't upload- OH HERE'S SOME VINES WITH MY COMFORT CHARACTERS (most of them are vibri help)

[crabsnpersimmons]

"Hair dyes or perms or just a quick snip, you can always count on your ol' pal Clip!"

it's about time i officially shared my design for Clip from my hairdresser au! here's the silly boi himself!

a.k.a. the most complicated character i've ever designed...

close ups and additional comments under the cut!

that's my boi, despite his crazy design, i love him. his silly top knot hat, the horn-like points around his faceplate, his speckled colours, his four arms, and his funky pants. he's just soooooo fun.

Clip likes to play games and knit! he even made the patchwork pants he wears (he made Sun and Moon a pair too, but they're too precious for them to wear... also a little gaudy to wear in public—doesn't stop Clip tho!). He actually makes everything the boys wear, since there's not a lot of things in their size/shape.

instead of resting at night, he can be found in their living room, playing Kirby 64 for the nth time and/or knitting something. he's just too restless to stay still, he's always gotta be doing something and if it isn't gaming, knitting, or hairdressing, then he's up to No GoodTM.

Clip... likes popping balloons. he says "Goodnight!" with each popped balloon and once he's done, he tosses up the scraps like confetti all while giggling joyfully.

needless to say, he is not fun at parties. Sun and Moon don't let him near balloons for this reason.

and yes, he has sewing needles on hand at all times. for fashion emergencies... and for unsuspecting balloons.

Clip's not allowed to have a phone (just imagine all the in-app purchases Sun and Moon would have to deal with), but he likes to keep up with his customers and their games, even if he doesn't get their fixation over bluenets he'll never openly admit it but he prefers curly-haired blond hunks that look sweet in soft pastels but could also squash him like the spider he is

also, he's great at microbraiding! though i imagine if Sun and Moon are free, they'd come help to shorten the wait but also to compete and see who braids the most (Clip always wins of course—make anything into a game, and he's winning)

aaaaand there's this! i wanted to make sure Clip would be able to freely rotate his waist so his arms could have their full range of motion, and this was the solution i came up with: a crop top on top and a wrap around his waist. and Clip here is being a sneaky little scamp about it.

[flaticeball]

a jew review of: nhl team happy hanukkah posts

good evening and chag sameach to my hanukkah-celebrating pals out there on hockeyblr. today i bring you: a non-comprehensive and entirely subjective review from one (1) jewish hockey fan of the graphics posted by various nhl teams in celebration of the first night tonight. i definitely missed some, and some teams didn't post any at all, so it's a bit patchwork. here we go.

vancouver canucks: this is an extremely serviceable graphic. love the blurred dreidels to give the effect that they are spinning. very funny. props for the detail that there is a shadow of the menorah on the ice. straightforward. icemenorah is a themeTM but some did it better than others and this is a classic. 7/10

post continues under the cut for the sake of your dash and mine.

carolina hurricanes: obsessed with what the canes have done here though i cannot comprehend it. the weird techno style textured background. the out of focus magen david around. THE HURRICANES. IN HEBREW. WITH THE LITTLE CANES LOGO THING I FORGET THE NAME OF ON THE HEI? INCREDIBLE. points for creativity. overall baffling vibes. 6/10.

pittsburgh penguins: this is just adorable. you hired someone to draw this. spectacular work, guys. it's giving a bit of 'we browsed the target hanukkah deco section for inspo' but it's too adorable for me to care. it's team themed, it's hockey themed, it's holiday appropriate. love everything going on here. they get points for doing what very few other teams are doing and remembering this is night one, so only one candle is lit. most everyone else is getting a bit a head of themselves. 9/10.

washington capitals: and here we have another edition of the icemenorah, with a minimalist twist. this graphic screams 'oh fuck wait is that tonight' which to be fair is also how i, a jew, felt about realizing tonight was the first night of hanukkah. could'a done more, but it's perfectly fine. 6/10.

new jersey devils: this fucks. it's got devils themes. it's got a cool style. it's got vibes. it's got: more hockey stick menorahs which i am always excited about. that shamash candle is a graphic design nightmare but other than that i am all on board. 8/10

vegas golden knights: i love the gold foil effect and that you remembered there was more to hanukkah than candles, that's nice, as is involving the other affiliates! however. where are the vibes. this is not the vgk wishes you a chag sameach, this is a greeting card i got on etsy. 6/10 just bc i KNOW you can do better. where's the neon, babes.

los angeles kings: oh this is fun. it's icemenorah: WITH A TWIST. the art style is cute, it's got plenty of hockey theme, it's also very obviously LA-y, i'm giving them points for this one. the shadow is insane but that's okay, it's ~stylistic. it's cute. 7/10. UPDATE: definitely AI. boo hiss. 0/10.

montréal canadiens: this is probably my favourite for sheer vibes. you got: levitating icemenorah. you got: action-shot candle lighting. you got: remembering this is night ONE. you got: the implication that the torch is the shamash candle????? you got: JOYEUSE HANOUKKA!!!!!!!! (and like happy hanukkah or whatever i guess). obsessed. it's so funny. it's amazing. 9/10.

[the-last-patch]

[Tuning In]

[Flipping to B-Side]

[Success]

[Now Playing -“Opossum”]

Heya Hachi, can I call you that? In the interest of time, yours and mine, I’ll keep this brief, even though I wish there was time to talk forever. To begin, your suggestion to my “dog” problem was totally fine, for someone compared to a dog so often it’s usually surprising he’s not a fan of being pet. As for your situation, I have no clue where to begin honestly. The Armories have never been ones to lie low, I wonder if this’ll take any heat off of the CORSAIRS backs…probably not. War with the armories can only be a nightmare, I’d almost prefer fighting a HORUS cell. Emphasis on the almost. I’m hoping things end well for you, and if you’re forced to fight then make sure you fight till you’re the last ones standing, You, Garmr, Grey, and Ma’ii. I won’t forgive you if you die you understand?

<A quick beeping noise emanates from the background, followed by the frantic clacking of an analogue keyboard and the ceasing of the beeping>

All this war talk has got me jumpy, damn wildlife nearly gave me a heart attack! But anyways, I can’t quite comprehend what it must be like for you, waking up in an unfamiliar world with no memories. Although I’m glad you’ve got your own family to help each other through it. I don’t understand your situation, but I am very aware of love. I wish I could talk more, but we’ve gotta keep moving out here, reminds me of a song. I’ll play it on this channel before I go silent again, Cheers Hachi!

P.XV “Opossum”, Stay Safe out there.

[End Track]

[Now Playing - “Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked”, Cage The Elephant]

[ Encryption suite ESSEX SKIPPER active. Secure transmission outbound… ]

< L3 Hachiko: hey, Opossum! Sorry it’s been a while. Things are shaking up over here, lots of time at nearlight. Wanted to say hi while I’ve got a chance— >

< L2 Garmr: wait. Is that—YOU! You’re the one who sent her that song! Do you have any idea how long squad comms have been— >

[ USER CNS274-L2GR HAS BEEN KICKED. REASON: “Rude.” ]

< …sorry. He’s been insufferable lately. Starts lashing out when he’s afraid. 

To his point—no, I don’t think I’ll be forgetting that cassette recording anytime soon. I did some Omni searching, managed to find a match in the Union cultural archives: Frank Sinatra. A singer estimated to have lived well over eight millennia ago. The song is older than Ra, older than Union, older than the Ten. I don’t know how that recording turned up on the Patchwork Banner, but you weren’t kidding about strange cargo. It’s kind of a wonder, an artifact like that surviving for so long.

I think I see where you're coming from now. Each cassette is a memory, a testament to the existence of humans who led meaningful lives, forgotten simply because the substrate they're imprinted on became technologically obsolete. Passed up for want of practical value, but still substantial, still beautiful. It's a shame.

Thank you for showing that recording to me. I've kept it close.

And by the way, apologies for bringing up a sore subject with regards to your parents last time we spoke. I didn't realize. Only hoped to take your mind off things. SSC is…cruel to the people it creates. Just want to say that you’re not alone. But enough about that. 

I took a look at your recordings. Good to see a video feed, loving the bomber jacket! Hope it’s keeping you warm, U-XVII sounds like a pretty hostile environment for humans. All the ice is beautiful, though. I’d love to see it from the air sometime. Assuming, of course, the ice stays well away from my wings—that scares the shit out of me. 

The planet has a terraformation project going on? Interesting. This Helios Station, something of that size, corporate interest, I’d bet. Planetary-scale heating would take some serious power output and infrastructure. Actually…excuse my paranoia here, I am a military NHP, but I’d think that a radiant heat source like that could be repurposed as a capital weapon with frighteningly little effort. I don’t know if you’re on good terms with the owners or not, but it does make me a little uneasy. Then again, I suppose some heat might also make for a bit of respite if you can reach the area it focuses on. 

Also, about Puppydog and his biting problem: rub the ears, maybe? Can’t speak as to biological dogs or doglike beings—legionspace is a bit different—but it does work on Garmr when he’s sulking. Hand protection recommended.

Oh, and one more thing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an actual cassette tape, physical media isn’t my area of expertise, but I'll keep an eye out. However, I did recover a similarly-ancient file while looking into Fly Me To the Moon, with the word “moon” being part of the search parameters. It was a bit corrupted, had to do some reconstruction, but it’s listenable. Be safe out there, friend. >

FILE ATTACHED: “Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bad Moon Rising”

[Tuning In]

[Flipping to A-Side]

[Success]

[Now Playing - “Opossum”]

Ah Hachiko, wonderful to hear from you again! It’s great to hear that you’re bringing the gift of music to your comrades, it does great things for the nerves…it’s kinda embarrassing but when I’m anxious ill usually sing along with what I’m listening to. That is of course if I don’t, Y’know, “Play Opossum”. That being said, I couldn’t help but notice you used the word “afraid” to describe “Mr Garmr”, is there something troubling you all? I apologize if you may have explained this already, I’ve been a bit busy handling things over here as of late!

<“Opossum” awkwardly coughs before getting back on track>

Ah sorry we’re talking about cassettes, it seems like all I talk about on here lately. Not that it’s a bad thing or a complaint, I’m more than happy to! You actually taught me a lot about this tape, I had no idea the singer was quite that old…it’s hard to imagine honestly! To think there were people living their lives, struggling in the same or similar ways. Really puts it all in perspective doesn’t it? No point in getting sappy now though, I’m here and I’m doing what I wan- no. What I need to do.

<He pauses for a moment, and then continues>

In regards to bringing my parents up, it’s really not a big deal. I don’t worry about them too often because I was rather young when they sold me off to PMC, jokes on them though since I look up to these folks as my real parents. A proper family we are. I imagine you might feel similar about your comrades? Not that I’m telling you what to feel, but it seems you all share a deep connection. I can tell by the way you act with one another.

It seems I got off topic again, sorry about that! You were correct in your assumption of corporate interest, however it is far from one of the corporations which dominates the greater galaxy. SSC, UNION, The Armories, none of them even know this planet exists as far as I’m concerned. This world is under the hammer of “The Kalvis Group”, or TKG as we call it. They’re the minds behind the “Helios Station” and in charge of thawing U-XVII, but they have ulterior motives. This world has a long history, one which I have since come to learn and pity. It’s quite a bit of info to get into right now, but know that if TKG is left uncontested it will result in the eradication of that history, as it fails to fit their narrative. The topic of using the Helios station as a weapon was discussed among me and my squad mates, but ultimately TKG seeks to convert U-XVII from a frozen rock to a bit of a resort? Maybe that’s not the right term, but it’s what we’ve been using. That means they most likely wouldn’t crank the station to 11 and cook us all alive, since they’d be ruining their “product” in the process. That means that although your paranoia is warranted, PMC does not fear the station. Let’s move on though, I fear I’ve already disclosed too much. “PuppyDog” will give me an earful for that. Speaking of, I appreciate the advice with the ears…it probably won’t work with him though. He’s very picky about who is allowed to touch him and when, so I’d be risking a lot more than a few moments of pain by doing that. I have plenty of ways to manage him though, he is practically my brother after all! Oh wait hold on, you attached a song file. I can’t believe I just noticed this, I’ll give it a listen right after this! In exchange, I think I have something you might like as well. You mentioned never having seen a real cassette, and a while back I had actually tried to make some of my own because some of these are in terrible condition. Anyways I’ll send you a printer file for a blank one and a player, you’ll be able to record whatever you want into it. I use one of the blanks for this wacky omnihook setup I’ve got going on actually, speaking of I should really-

“Opossum”! Get out here we’ve got a new mission brief.

I should really go it would seem, sorry to cut it short Hachi-

C’mon! We don’t got all day!

P.XV “Opossum”, safe travels Hachiko!

[End Track]

[Next Up - “Bad Moon Rising”, Creedence Clearwater Revival]

[Attached File - “Gift4U.Omnif”]

[darkpetal16]

Quick question for all the boys: what nickname would they give to their partner?

ALL?? OK BABE I GOT YOU. but like I can't do an "all" post again there's just too many now lol.

Underfell!Sans (Red): Babe (all), sweetheart (for the shy or introverted babes), doll/dollface (for the feisty babes)

Underfell!Papyrus (Edge): Love (but very sparingly, he’s not fond of nicknames):

Underfell!Wingding (Fell): My dear / My love / My other half / My heart (all emphasis on the my)

Underfell!Asriel (Prince): doesn’t use nicknames unless explicitly asked to. Might refer to you as partner / mate / spouse however.

Underfell!Grillby (Fellby): Sweet girl/boy/pup & Little firecracker.

Underswap!Sans (Blue): Not fond of nicknames but will occasionally call you his puzzle piece. If you ask him to call you something specific, he will.

Underswap!Papyrus (Stretch): Honey, honey bear, honey pie, spicy honey, and if he wants to be ornery / annoy others in public. . .honey bunny wunny.

Underswap!Wingding (Thread): My dear, my little patchwork, darling, marshmallow / cinnamon spice / pumpkin pie.

Underswap!Asriel (Buttercup): Dummy (affectionately). He gets embarrassed by nicknames.

Mafiafell!Sans (Hit): for feminine presenting partner: doll face, sweetheart, lil lady, cookie. For masculine presenting partner: pal, buzz, lil gent, dish. For neutral, mixture of both depending on his mood.

Mafiafell!Papyrus (Boss): He doesn’t do nicknames, per se, but instead waxes poetry for you about you in private. He’d also prefer it if you didn’t give him nicknames in public. Reputation is very important to him and his family and he expects you respect that.

Mafiafell!Wingding (Don): Muse, my dear, darling, puppet, marionette, toy

Mafiafell!Asriel (Heir): Meadow, my haven, my sunshine (if early riser) / my nightfall (if late sleeper)

Slumbertale!Sans (Slumber): Buddy, chum, pal, bucko, friend, fella who naps with me, pillow, blanket, kitten (if you nap often) / puppy (if you do not take naps often), the one who makes plans, my worser half (jokingly), my alarm clock, etc. He’ll come up with obscure and odd nicknames depending on your routine together.

Slumbertale!Papyrus (Mayor): MY RIGHT HAND! There is no bigger compliment because this fella HATES to rely on anyone so if you’re his right hand then you’re someone as invaluable to him as his own right hand.

Slumbertale!Wingding (Abyss): Dewdrop.

Slumbertale!Asriel (Unending): My dream come true, dreamer, buttercup, butterscotch, butter biscuit

Slumbertale!Grillby (Sleeby): His nickname will be dependent on your favorite drink. For example if you like pina coladas he’d call you his sweet coconut, and if you like soda he’d call you his pop-heart.

Horrortale!Sans (Axe): No nicknames unless you specifically tell him to. He just doesn’t think about it.

Horrortale!Papyrus (Sugar): My little meatball, Strawberry jam, rhubarb pie, my berry, love, heart, SOUL

Horrortale!Wingding (Ghost): my heart / our hope

Horrortale!Asriel (Yarrow): butterscotch, cinnamon bun, and sun drop

Horrortale!Grillby (Calcifer): no nicknames!

Reapertale!Sans (Reaper): Nothing set in stone. He'll come up with one time nicknames for puns. Like if you were burned alive & died to met him, he'd call you hot stuff. If you drowned he'd call you a mermaid with lungs. Things along those lines.

Sciencetale!Sans (Doc): he tried nicknames. It came out awkward because he kept stuttering and he was deeply embarrassed so he never did it again.

Sciencetale!Wingding (Professor): Treasure

Siren!Sans (Siren): That’s a human concept, so he wouldn’t choose any. You can tell him what you want him to call you and he’ll accommodate.

Siren!Wingding (Apex): Same as above.

Dustttale!Sans (Dust): Idiot, fool, daydreamer, dreamer, (and very rarely when he thinks you aren’t listening) my miracle

MASTERLIST (HCS & REQUESTED SCENARIOS)

[thewolffairytaler]

Can you write smth about Thomas’s S/O liking the fact that he’s chubby or smth. Idk we need more chubby Tommy hgccdetuiijhvvcdfuiijjj

My handsome chubby, Tommy - oneshot | Thomas Hewitt x female reader

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Author's note: I don't know which level of fluff you wanted it to be, so I made it extra fluffy. And by the way you wrote the last sentence, I'm gonna assume you love to snuggle with chubby folks, so there you go. I wrote Y/n snuggling Thomas.

Summary: Thomas was used to getting insulted, whether that be his face or just him in general. But this time, he couldn’t help but feel a victim's words hurt more than he'd like to admit. One that made him really question if what he assumed of his body was ugly too because of it. Could a certain female perhaps change his mind?

Thomas staggered up the wooden stairs, the damp chill of the cellar holding him tight, each creak a sharp reminder of the horrors below. The metallic tang of blood still followed him, clinging to his skin and clothing, but the air in the household was almost pure in contrast. The blood-splattered apron was just another piece of his ever-present armour, so he didn't bother taking it off. The linoleum was cold and slippery under his thick boots as he stumbled towards the loo. The sharp angles of his face were emphasised by the dark shadows created by the flickering fluorescent light buzzing overhead. When he turned on the tap, the water spewed out, finally clearing to a murky, lukewarm stream, the old pipes moaning in agony. He cleaned his hands frantically, but the harsh soap did little to remove the phantom feel of flesh and the lingering smell of iron.

He looked up at last. A horrible imitation of a man was reflected back from the shattered, grime-streaked mirror. The raw, damaged tissue below the Leatherface mask was visible as it was dumped on the chipped washbasin. Over the years, he had become nearly oblivious to his facial deformity, and the daily encounter in the mirror had become a sombre routine that he hardly noticed. Today, however, was different. He wasn't looking at the patchwork of skin grafted onto his face today. It was his body instead.

Like a swarm of enraged wasps, the words of the woman and her pals reverberated in his mind, piercing and stinging. He had already heard it all, the standard barrage of taunts from his victims in their pitiful, desperate attempts to negotiate for their lives. "Freak," "monster," and "abomination" were meaningless terms. He embodied all of those qualities and more. He had barely finished silencing this woman, but she had uttered something more. Something that had gnawed at a place he was unaware existed, sinking its claws into him. She had gasped, "Fat pig," her eyes wide with disgust and fear. "You're just a… a fat pig!"

He clenched his hands, the water splattering over the sink's edge as he recalled what she had said. He had never thought of himself as... fat. Of course he was large. At a height of 195 centimetres, he towered over nearly everyone. His muscular body was refined by years of hard work and the demanding nature of his occupation. His bulk had always been viewed as a weapon and an advantage. Most individuals were intimidated into submission by his intimidating size alone. He viewed it differently now, though, as he looked at his reflection. Beneath the soiled denim dungarees, he could see the paunch that rounded his tummy. He noticed how his cheeks blew out and how little loose his jawline was. He saw the layers of rough skin and muscle that had always seemed like strength now appearing as shapeless bulk.

Before, he had never given any thought to how he looked. Aesthetics were a luxury he couldn't always afford, and survival came first. When he had the opportunity, he ate everything he could. He put a lot of effort into his work, and his physique was only a tool. However, the woman's remarks had sown a seed of uncertainty and self-consciousness that was now starting to grow in the rich soil of his self-imposed seclusion. Was he really a "fat pig" after all? Was he only that? Was that how he was perceived? He turned away from the mirror, disgusted. He couldn't dwell on this. He had work to do. Useless body parts to dispose of.

Just then, a familiar woman had moved the door, creaking it open, Y/n stepped in, a basket overflowing with freshly laundered clothes cradled in her arms. Y/n had unknowingly become a beacon of warmth and light in the everlasting grey world he existed in. She never questioned his activities. She simply accepted her situation, and the man she had slowly started to know, she was well aware of the fact that running away wasn't an option. Where would she even go? With what kind of functioning vehicle? And on foot is just an instant death sentence, either by the summer heat or the family themselves.

"Hi Thomas, I just finished doing the laundry," she chirped, her voice a welcome contrast to the silence that usually permeated the farmhouse when Hoyt or Luda Mae wasn't around. She walked towards him, her socked feet padding softly on the bathroom floor. "I even got that stain out of your favourite apron. There is some fadedness to the old ones, not much I could I'm afraid. But otherwise, they are as good as new." She said it in a reassuring way, oblivious to his internal turmoil.

He grunted in response, unable to meet her gaze. He felt a sudden, unfamiliar wave of shame wash over him. He didn't want her to see him like this, consumed by self-doubt and plagued by the insults of a dead woman. Y/n reached him and began to sort through the clothes in her basket. She pulled out a faded, blue work shirt and held it up to him. "Here, try this on. It's nice and clean."

He took the shirt from her numbly, his eyes still fixed on the floor. He didn't move to put it on. Noticing his unusual silence, he finally looked up at him, her casual manner faltering. "Thomas? What's wrong? You look... sad." Her words were like a physical blow. He hadn't realised his inner turmoil was so visible. He had always prided himself on his ability to mask his emotions and to present a blank, unreadable face to the world.

He finally looked at her, his eyes filled with confusion and distress that he couldn't articulate. How could he explain to her what he was feeling? How could he tell her that the words of a dying woman had managed to wound him more deeply than any physical blow ever could?

Y/n, sensing his distress, dropped the clothes basket and stepped closer to him. She reached out and gently touched his arm, her hand small and warm against his rough skin. "Thomas, talk to me. What's bothering you?" He stiffened at that as he looked down at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the words. His first instinct was to snap back, to push her grip away from him. But then he saw the look in your eyes, the worry and concern, and he knew that he couldn't do that. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

"It's nothing," he didn't explicitly say it, but the way he carried himself and hinted at that through body language pretty much told her what he thought. "Are you sure, Tommy? You knew you could always talk to me for anything." Thomas's heart skipped a beat at the nickname. He had never been called "Tommy" by Y/n before. Usually, it was just his name or Hewitt as she was taught to call him by Hoyt. The man didn't like them getting too close after all, even though it was Thomas who wanted to keep her. He thought it was probably because she was willing to be vulnerable with him for once. It was sweet in a way as his expression softened slightly. He knew that he could trust her, that Y/n would always be there for him. But he was still hesitant to open up to her about his troubles.

He shoock his head a bit as if saying, "I know." To then fidgeting with his fingers, anathor way of most likely responding with; "But this...it's just personal." Her gaze was on him in silence for a few seconds before she broke the tension, "is it your appearance again?" He let out a low growl, a mix of frustration and annoyance. Thomas hated when she brought up his appearance. To be fair, it was with everyone. It was a sensitive topic for him, and he didn't like it when others pointed it out. He didn't need to say it, cause his eyes did it for him, they were darkening. A scary quiet confrontation.

She flinched a bit at first, looking down to her socks in a timid state. "S-Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just... I don't think it's bad..." Thomas felt a pang of guilt. He hated making her feel uncomfortable, especially because of him. He knew that he was a lot to handle, and he couldn't help but feel defensive when it wasn't a family member. "But I mean it, you know? It's not that bad how you make it out to be." He was surprised by those words, not only because he wasn't used to hearing Y/n defend him like that, but also because it was the first time anybody mentioned it in a positive light. He looked down at her, his eyes searching her face for any sign of deception. "Really, Thomas, it's true! I uh... I like your um... chubbyness." The roseyness of her skin reached up to her ear tips as she mumbled the last part and refused to look at him.

His eyes widened at that unexpected compliment. He wasn't expecting her to say that, and the redness of Y/n's cheeks only made him more flustered. He lifted his hand and gently tilted her chin up so that she was looking at him. She hesitated for a moment, yet that did not stop her from eventually humming in confrimation. To then instantly hug him as she buried her face in his stomach. Nuzzling her face into it in embarrassment, not caring about the dried blood apron he was still wearing. "Face or body, don't matter... I like your appearance. Don't need masks or better chlothes to show it."

Thomas felt his heart skip a beat at her words once more. He felt a mix of surprise, relief, and something else he couldn't quite name. He held her tighter, his grip almost possessive. He could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken emotions hanging between the two of them. He wanted to believe her, but he wanted to believe that she really didn't care about his appearance. But he couldn't shake off the doubts that had been plaguing him for years. She raised her head up to him, still resting against his stomach as she reassured him once more. Somehow, knowing he needed, or rather CRAVED a sort of affection. One that wasn't bound by family or friends. "I like my Tommy just the way he is."

His breath was caught in his throat. The intensity in her eyes, the sincerity in her words, made his heart ache. It was a simple but powerful statement. It was as if she was breaking down the walls he had built around himself over the years, exposing his vulnerable heart. Thomas brought his hand up to cup her face, his thumb gently tracing the curve of Y/n's cheek. She didn't understand it at first, but the way he tapped her cheek made her think he wanted to hear the sentence again: "I like my Tommy just the way he is."

He still smiled a bit at that, but it wasn't exactly what he wanted as he shook his head at her. It slowly dawned on her; "Tommy? You just want me to call you Tommy?" He simply nodded, Thomas let out a small huff of amusement. His hand moved from her cheek to the back of her head, gently ruffling Y/n's hair. He pulled her closer to him, holding her tightly against his chest. He felt a strange sense of peace and contentment in this moment, holding her in his arms. "Okay, Tommy, I can do that." She wrapped her arms around his neck as she snuggled against the left side of his head.

Thomas closed his eyes, savouring the feeling as he let out a contented sigh, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging wash over him. He tilted his head slightly, nuzzling against her hair, inhaling the scent of the shorter woman. He felt like he could stay like this forever, just holding her in his arms and feeling her warmth against him. Perhaps it wasn't so bad being chubby. If Y/n can like a big man like him, who's to say he is ugly?

[mariacallous]

It only took five months, multiple lawsuits, and an assist from his Republican pals on the North Carolina Court of Appeals, but it looks like Jefferson Griffin has successfully managed to steal a state supreme court seat from Justice Allison Riggs.

Griffin, a hard-right judge currently on the state court of appeals — yes, the very court that just handed him a victory — got 65,000 legally cast votes thrown out last week. One of the judges in the 2-1 majority ruling also ran a joint GOP election campaign with Griffin and other court of appeals candidates. Being buddies with Griffin didn’t seem to strike that judge, Fred Gore, as anything that would have warranted recusal because GOP judges no longer care about anything as trivial as conflicts of interest.

Those 65,000 voters now have only 15 days to confirm their voting eligibility. If they don’t, their votes no longer count. But this isn’t just a victory for Griffin. It’s also a victory for conservatives who, mimicking Donald Trump’s spurious challenges to Joe Biden’s 2020 win, no longer acknowledge or respect election outcomes if they lose.

The steal

Let’s get this out of the way: there is no dispute whatsoever that Riggs beat Griffin in the election for a seat on the North Carolina Supreme Court. Period. Riggs’s victory was narrow — only 734 votes — but that victory was confirmed by two recounts. So Griffin had to take another approach, best described as “if you can’t beat ‘em, sue ‘em.”

Griffin’s legal theory behind getting tens of thousands of votes invalidated is equal parts complicated and ridiculous. His argument is that those 65,000 people were never eligible to vote. North Carolina law requires voters to provide driver’s license numbers or the last four digits of their social security number when registering. Per Griffin, any voter registration form missing that information means that person was ineligible to vote. For many of those voters, they did supply that information when registering, but for whatever reason, it wasn’t properly entered into the state’s database.

More importantly, even if that information was missing because the voter never supplied it, the state had already determined those people were eligible to cast votes. The majority’s decision reaches back in time to overrule the state’s determination and then punish voters for the error. Of course, these voters did not know there was any issue with their registration because they were allowed to vote!

The majority opinion is steeped in the language of right-wing voter suppression, saying “the inclusion of even one unlawful ballot in a vote total dilutes the lawful votes and ‘effectively ‘disenfranchises’ lawful voters.” So one unlawful ballot disenfranchises voters, but throwing out tens of thousands of votes does not. Got it.

The court of appeals decision also ignored the biggest thing undermining Griffin’s theory: after years of trying, conservatives finally got a photo ID requirement passed. So, those 65,000 voters? Most of them showed an approved form of photographic identification when they cast their vote. There’s no way to argue that those people cast fraudulent ballots, given they had to prove their identity at the polls.

Instead of acknowledging that inconvenient truth, the majority fixates on voters who aren’t required to provide the same sort of photo ID — military and overseas voters.

The North Carolina General Assembly adopted different procedures for military and overseas voters and did not apply the photo ID requirement to them.

As Court of Appeals Judge Toby Hampson’s dissent explains, both the Uniformed and Overseas Citizens Absentee Voters Act and the Uniform Military and Overseas Voter Act have model procedures intended to be adopted in all states so that those voters aren’t subject to a patchwork, shifting set of requirements. The court of appeals decision essentially rewrites the law, imposing the photo ID requirement on those voters without any legislation to that effect. So, all those voters who followed existing North Carolina law are now punished for not following the law the court just invented.

It’s especially galling that Griffin’s post-election challenges are similar to pre-election ones where the GOP did not prevail. Republicans tried to disenfranchise the same overseas voters Griffin now challenges. They also tried to remove 225,000 registered voters from the voter rolls because their registration form lacked a driver’s license or the last four digits of a social security number. Those challenges were rejected in part because the GOP brought them too close to the election. But apparently it’s perfectly fine to bring them afterward.

If either Griffin or his friends on the court of appeals were genuinely concerned about the legality of those 65,000 votes, the ballots should be thrown out entirely. Instead, Griffin has challenged them regarding his race against Riggs.

That’s part of what makes Griffin’s efforts, and the court rewarding those efforts, so egregious and cynical. If the argument is that these voters were not eligible to vote and the majority’s ostensible concern for the sanctity of the ballot box is so great that they’re banging on about the perils of “even one unlawful ballot,” it’s unclear why that wouldn’t apply to all other races.

Even if the theory here is that those 65,000 votes weren’t enough to swing any other statewide election result or even a congressional district, what of state-level races? State House and Senate districts are small, and a few thousand allegedly ineligible votes could possibly flip them. But everyone knows that would be an absolute nightmare to address. It would require adjustments to dozens of races, a complicated cascade of changes that may or may not invalidate other election results.

Fighting uphill

What happens next is a bit complicated. The appellate court ruling gives voters 15 business days to fix their ballots by providing the missing registration information or a photo ID. Since voters were already required to provide photo ID to cast a vote, it’s an especially cynical move to throw out those ballots as ineligible, then turn around and say that if a voter now shows up with a photo ID, it’s suddenly fine.

Of course, there’s no chance that 65,000 people will be able to fix their ballot. Some may simply not be paying attention, some might be unable to make the in-person trip that fixing requires, and some may have died since the election. Also, the challenged ballots are mostly in Democratic-leaning counties, so the more of those voters who fail to cure their ballots, the more likely it is that Griffin will win.

Riggs is planning on appealing the decision to the state supreme court. That court is stuffed with right-wingers, though, including Chief Justice Paul Newby. Newby is friends with Griffin, helped promote Griffin’s 2020 run for the appellate court, and his wife has donated to Griffin’s campaigns. Since Riggs has said she would recuse herself from any decision, that leaves six justices, five of whom are Republicans, deciding her fate.

You might have just done a little back-of-the-envelope math here and figured out that this election didn’t, and could never have, flipped control of the state supreme court. If Riggs prevails, the court would still be tilted 5-2 in favor of the GOP. So this entire fight has not been to preserve control of the court but just to ensure that a Democrat isn’t reelected.

Besides appealing to the state supreme court, Riggs can also continue to pursue the fight in federal court, which has been her preferred approach all along. The federal court stepped aside to allow the case to run its course in the state courts, but as Riggs notes, these ballot challenges implicate the federal right to vote, federal laws regarding military voters, and federal equal protection guarantees.

If this ruling holds up on appeal, expect to see a lot more of these sorts of post-election challenges. It’s not that such challenges are particularly rare or inherently suspect — Trump’s 2020 efforts notwithstanding — but that this particular one hinges on invalidating ballots that were legally cast. Put another way, Griffin succeeded in changing the rules not midgame but literally when the game was already over. Nothing will stop the GOP from doing this again and again and again, making a mockery of elections and injecting confusion into results.

For conservatives, those things are features, not bugs. They’ve been trying to undermine confidence in elections for years, and what do you know? They’re succeeding.

[oftlunarialmoon]

MOVIES ON YOUTUBE

Cats Don't Dance

The Borrowers

Osmosis Jones

Bratz Live Action Movie

Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

Ugly Dolls

Old/B Horror Movies (scary warning)

Maya the Bee Movie

Sailor Moon S the Movie

Sailor Moon SuperS the Movie

Alpha & Omega: Journey to Bear Kingdom

Anastasia

Snow White

A Stork's Journey

The Ant Bully

Quackerz

Uncle P

I Am T-Rex

The Clique

Hoot

Pixies

Dan Vs. - The Wolf-Man

The Breadwinner

Just My Luck

Penelope

Twilight Zone: The Movie

Daisies (1966) (one of my favourite art films from Czechoslovakia in the pre-soviet era)

Into the Woods (2014)

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Sailor Moon (Original Japanese)

The Carol Burnett Show

Popeye Cartoon

Naruto (English Subtitled) (Subbed)

H2O: Just Add Water

The Dick Van Dyke Show

Hunter x Hunter (Subbed) (Subbed)

Ghostbusters

The Neverending Story

It Takes Two

Peanuts: Race for Your Life Charlie Brown

Thunder And The House Of Magic

Quest for Camelot

Adventures Of Shark Boy And Lava Girl

Arthur's Missing Pal

Ghost Hunters International

The Big Comfy Couch

Me, Eloise!

Kitchen Nightmares

Wow! Wow! Wubbzy

Death Note (Subbed) (Subbed)

Candid Camera

Flash Gordon

Street Fighter - The Animated Series

Hell's Kitchen

Captain Simian & the Space Monkeys

Hello Kitty

The Storyteller

The Weird Al Show

Treehouse Masters

Inuyasha (Subbed) (Subbed)

Care Bears: Grizzle-ly Adventures

Wow, I Never Knew That!

Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader

Bruno & The Banana Bunch

Care Bears: Welcome to Care-A-Lot

Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction

Patchwork Pals

ALF

Storm Chasers

Little Rascals Shorts

The Lone Ranger

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Baby Einstein Classics

Baby Einstein: The Sandbox

[lemon-russ]

Here me out-

Most of these are based on vibes.

Lesser known ones:

My sweet Piano (sheep)- is My Melody's best friend. She was unjustly betrayed when Sanrio decided to rewrite My Melody to be Kitty's best friend. Justice for My Sweet Piano. My Melody betrayed her like Fulgrim beheading Ferrus.

Tracy (racoon)- I know him from Hello Kitty Party Pals for Gameboy Advance, one of the greatest games ever made. He is an annoying nerd in that game. Magnus coded.

U*SA*HA*NA- Colorful bunny. IDK she always creeped me out, gives me patchwork Frankenstein vibes. Morty.

Muffin- tiny hamster (sigismund), lives in Pompompurin's berret.