#paw patrol core

[orcagere]

Can I request a paw patrol theme?

bonus points if primary colors and rescue knights related (a knight themed sub series in the paw patrol show)

Here you go! This one was fun, I've never watched paw patrol but its so cute :) I hope you enjoy it!

[griffinkid]

Part of the Smiggle x Paw Patrol collection 🐾

I may have gone wild when this released. To be fair, not all of this is for me... but most of it is eheh

[princess-precious-kitten]

Snackies and juicies from Meijer!!

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Same Old, Same Old

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: M (so much angst, no happy ending really, alcohol consumption/abuse, talks of killing/death, arguments/breakups)

wc: 1k

a/n: this whole album by the civil wars is joel core but this song specifically made me yearn for angsty joel. hope you’re just as sad as i am!! 🫶🏼

joel masterlist

'Cause do I love you // Oh, I do // And I'm going to 'til I'm gone // But if you think that I can stay in this // Same old, same old // Well, I don't

It was cold this morning, the body laying beside you in your dusty, threadbare sheets doing little to add any warmth.

Joel had retreated internally again, something during one of his trips outside the confines of Jackson apparently striking a tender nerve that he refused to let you attempt to soothe.

You knew who he was when you met him in the town bar, his dark eyes hiding an even darker soul behind them, but you didn’t care, you liked him not in spite of his past, but because of it. He was not a man you worried you’d lose to the monsters, both infected and not—he’d fought plenty to get this far and you knew he’d fight again if he had to. You liked the way he only spoke when he had something of value to say, never being one for small talk yourself. And when Joel smiled—not that it was a common occurrence, at least not lately—it almost felt as though he was taking you back in time, to somewhere safer, somewhere more fit for something as luxurious as the love you felt for him since the first time he spoke to you.

Now, after a year of sharing his bed and trying to crack the code to his head, you struggled more and more to find a reason to stay here in this cold house that he never decorated, it’s dark walls closing in on you day after day.

Perhaps it was the past that you stayed for.

Joel hadn’t always been this cold and distant. In the early days, he was shy and hesitant to make a friend, but he carried a new-found hope inside that allowed you to get your foot in the door. Maybe it was the newness of Jackson, or the little girl he’d adopted as his own that gave him the courage to pursue something with you, taking initiative to find you out around town, always under the guise of lending a helping hand. You welcomed him with open arms, having waited a lifetime to find a man like him—strong and protective and soft when you needed him to be, but only for you.

The two of you were attached at the hip for a long time, always pawing at each other and sneaking off to whatever private room you could find. Tommy liked to joke that it must be you doing all the work because he doubted Joel could manage anything at 56, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. Joel was a capable man in every aspect of the word, putting every other man you’d ever had to shame with the simple touch of his hand.

Joel used to be present, he used to laugh and kiss and talk to you. But these days, the only person he spoke to was his brother and Ellie, and even they’d come to you with worries over his sudden change in attitude.

You believe it all started when he began going out on patrol as a request from Maria—a request you tried not to hate her for making. The changes didn’t happen overnight, either. Slowly, he started to pull away, choosing to stay out drinking with Tommy after a long shift rather than coming home for the dinner you and Ellie prepared together. Then, he started not to come home at all, instead choosing to crash on Tommy’s couch while you sat up all night in your lonely bed worrying if he found someone else, someone with the shine of newness that he could find comfort in.

Sitting up, you ran your palms over your exhausted and sleep-deprived face before turning to look at his back, watching him as he snored, unbothered and at peace. You began to resent him for not caring, for not being torn to shreds but the wedge he forced between the two of you. After all, there was only one explanation for his peace in all of this turbulence—he simply must not care about this relationship the way you did.

Thinking yourself sick, you climbed out of bed and made no effort to quiet your movements as you got ready for a shift at the garden, allowing your boots to clunk against the hard wood, the door to slam as you walked in and out of the bathroom, the pans to clank as you prepared yourself breakfast. If you weren’t going to be well rested because of this, neither was he.

It seemed to work, Joel’s heavy footsteps descending the staircase to find you eating alone at the kitchen table, no food or coffee left over for him.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” you asked, feigning ignorance. Joel narrowed his sleep-crusted eyes on you before shaking his head and rubbing a palm over his face.

“You startin’ this early?” he replied, walking over to brew a fresh pot of coffee and put some bread in the toaster. “Ever think it’d be nice for us to have a mornin’ without you pickin’ a fight?”

“No,” you replied, letting your fork clank against your plate as you immediately lost your appetite. “Fighting is the only time you fucking speak to me anymore, so I’m going to continue to pick these little fucking fights, Joel.”

“Jesus,” he sighed, turning back around to face you, his frame leaning against the counter behind him. “I’ve just been…stressed. No need to get your feelin’s hurt over it. It’s got nothin’ to do with us.”

“Doesn’t it?” you shouted. “I’m supposed to be your person, Joel. I’m supposed to be here for you—I’m trying to be here for you. But you’d rather drink yourself unconscious than speak to me.”

“And what am I supposed to say?” he shouted back, his voice booming off the walls in a way that yours never could. “I kill people. Every day. How am I supposed to come to you with that? How am I supposed to lay that down in your lap and ask you to untangle the goddamn knots in my mind?”

“I want to help!” you cried, your anger now turning to tears. “I want to share the burden! I don’t have half the weight holding me down that you do. Let me take some of your hurt and carry it with me…please.”

“I’m not gonna do that to you,” he shook his head, voice quieter but no less harsh. You stared at him blankly, the only solution running through your mind being leaving him, and you weren’t sure you could manage that. “I told you when we met I didn’t want a wife. I didn’t—you’re not my—“ He huffed a sigh at his inability to put his feelings into words. “You don’t need to worry about me like this.”

“I know I’m not your fucking wife, Joel.” You stood up and walked over to the sink, carelessly dropping the plate inside before turning back to face him. “And you know what? You’re right. I don’t need to worry like this over a man that won’t even claim me. So I’m done with this same old, same old bullshit.”

“What do you mean you’re done—“

“I mean I’m fucking leaving!” you shouted. “I mean you’ve gotten what you want. I won’t sit around here and wait for you, I won’t watch you drink yourself to death, I won’t lay in a cold fucking bed when I can find someone who wants to hold me at night.”

You saw how the thought of you with someone else struck him in the chest.

“I’m going. I’m going back to my own house, because as lonely and cold as it is there, it’s a million times warmer than the bed we’ve been sharing.” Joel swallowed thickly and forced his expression into indifference. “Ellie knows where to find me if she needs me.”

Joel called your name as you walked out of the house without another word, figuring you’d come back once he left for patrol to pack what few things you kept at his place. You had to fight yourself to not turn around as he continued to call out your name until the front door closed and drowned it out.

Maybe in time he’d realize his mistake and come back for you, for the love you were offering and still deeply yearn to keep offering, and maybe then you’d have the man you fell in love with back. Or, maybe this story didn’t have a happy ending. Maybe you’d move on, find someone new, avoiding his eyes as you walked through town hand in hand with someone you could only love halfway. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice you’d even walked past him.

Time could only tell.

[bangtanmix73]

The Empty House - Quil & Jared

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, swearing table sex, sex in Emily’s house (no one’s there), oral (f & m receiving), Quil being a little shit, multiple orgasms, actual aftercare, let me know if I missed anything.

(Y/n) strolled into Emily’s house, glancing around to see it fairly empty. There was only Jared and Quil.

“Where are the others?” She spoke up, grabbing their attention.

“They’re on patrol and Emily’s substituting at the school.” Quil answered, moving to an empty seat, patting the one he was just in. She sat down in the chair.

“So, how are you two?” She attempted to start a conversation.

“We’re fine.” Quil answered.

“Would be better if we had a turn.” Jared added, smirking at her.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “If that’s what you wanted, you could’ve just said so.”

The boys didn’t respond as she crawled down under the table in front of Jared. She unbuttoned his shorts, tugging them down enough to pull his hardening cock out. Making eye contact with the man, she gave a kitten lick to his tip, causing his breathing to go uneven. Her tongue swirled around his tip before taking him in her mouth, giving a hard suck. His hand tangled itself into her hair, releasing a groan from his clenched teeth. Her head bobbled up and down, deep throating him.

Quil slipped two fingers in her cunt, his thumb rubbing her clit. One of her hands left Jared’s thighs, grasping onto Quil’s shoulder. The girl let out another muffled moan. Jared’s hips bucked at the vibrations, causing the girl to gag slightly.

“Fuck,” Jared cursed under his breath.

Using her hair, he pulled her off of him, a line of saliva connecting from her lips to his cock. Quil removed his hand from her core, making her whine.

“On the table,please,” Quil said softly, helping her crawl out from under the table. She allowed Quil to pick her up to place her on the table. With help from Quil, she shimmied off her pants and underwear, her shirt and bra coming off with ease.

She sat naked on the edge of the table, legs spread open, her core on display for the wolves. Quil kneeled in front of her, his lips wrapping around her clit, earning a soft moan from the girl.

Jared stood from his chair, placing himself next to Quil. He connected his and (Y/n)’s lips while his hands found her breasts. Quil took advantage of her attention being on Jared and slid two fingers in, electing moans from her that were stifled by Jared.

She bucked her hips, practically riding his fingers, his mouth still on her clit. She began to paw at Jared, moaning into his mouth as Quil added a third. The wolf standing pinched and pulled at her nipples. He pulled away from her, his mouth kissing down her neck, her collarbone, to her breasts, taking one nipple in her mouth. He swirled his tongue around the nipple a few times before moving to the other, giving it the same attention.

Quil added a fourth digit, his fingers pistoling in and out of her cunt. She felt the coil in her stomach tighten.

“Q-Quil, I’m gonna cum.” She breathed out.

At her words, he curly haired boy gave an extra hard suck at her clit, causing the coil in her stomach to snap. Crying out, she arched her back, one hand on Jared’s arm, the other tangled in Quil’s hair.

Coming down from her first high of the day, she let go of the boys, allowing them to move away. Quil let go of her clit with a pop, the same happening when Jared pulled away from her nipple The boy on his knees before her pulled his fingers from her, popping them in his mouth, groaning at the taste of her.

Jared chuckled at him, “She taste good?”

“So good,” he answered. She felt her face heat up from the praise.

“Cute,” Jared whispered in adoration before turning to Quil. “I want to have her first.”

The boy nodded, standing up to move out of his way. Jared quickly replace Quil’s spot, this time standing.

She spread her legs wider to make sure he could have full access. Jared wrapped one of her legs around his waist, positioning himself at her entrance.

“You ready?” He asked, giving her an out. She nodded eagerly. With her conformation, he ran the tip through her folds a few times before pushing into her, both moaning at the feel of the other.

“So tight and wet for us, not to mention how good you feel.” He groaned into her ear, moving at a slow pace.

She hid her face in his neck at the praise. She rocked herself into him. Jared got the hint and began to move at a faster pace, earning more moans out of her.

Quil wandered over to the two, his hand slid down her body to her clit, rubbing in fast, harsh circles. She clenched around Jared, earning a move from him, her nails digging into his shoulders, no doubt leaving crescent marks which will heal fairly quickly.

“Quil,” he grunted out, “if you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum too soon.” Quil smirked at his words, adding pinching her clit to his ministrations.

She gasped, her walls clamping around Jared as she came. Jared cursed profanities as he realized his seed inside her.

Quil pulled his hand away, a smirk still on his smug face. Jared gave him a glare once he came down from his high. He was still thrusting inside of her albeit at a slow pace, letting her ride out her high.

When she came down from her high, she pressed a kiss to Jared’s cheek to tell him she’s good as she was too tired to speak. He pecked her lips, pulling out of her reluctantly. Jared moved away from her, going somewhere in the house, most likely to the bathroom to clean up.

She couldn’t focus on him too long as Quil came into her line of sight between her legs. He, now, had his shorts pulled down enough for his cock to be out.

“Still okay with this?” He asked sweetly. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

He carefully pushed into her. She whined at the sensitivity from her previous orgasms. He waited a minute for her to adjust. She laid her head on his shoulder.

“I’m good,” she muttered. He began to thrust, slowly, at first. He eventually reached a fast pace, faster than Jared, fast enough to make the table underneath her rock.

He moved to the side slightly. He didn’t think anything of it until she gasped. He continued to hit the same spot. Her moans got louder the more he hit it. She was moaning deliciously in his ear. Then he figured it out.

He hit her g-spot.

Judging by the shock (and pleasure) on her face, he was the first to find it. Oh his ego was through the roof now.

He began to slam into her, hitting the same spot each time. Tears swelled up in her eyes from the pleasure, losing control of what she was saying. She was babbling, begging the man inside her not to stop.

Her nails dug into his back. Only when (Y/n) clenched around him did he realize he was close. His hand slid from her thigh to her clit, once again, rubbing harsh circles. She bucked her hips wildly, moaning louder than before.

“Cum,” he grunted out. She clenched around him hard enough to trigger his orgasm. He spilled his load into her as she came around his cock, her mouth open, letting out a silent scream, white completely clouding her vision.

Once she came to, Quil wasn’t inside her anymore. Instead, Jared was cleaning the mix of cum that spilt out of her. He had fixed himself back in his shorts.

He glanced up at her, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m…good.” She said, breathing still uneven.

Quil came out of the bathroom, cleaned and cock in his shorts again.

“We better get your clothes back on. They should be back soon.” He was rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

She nodded, sliding off the table, barely being able to stand on her wobbly legs. The boys decided not to tease her and helped her with her clothes.

“I think I’m gonna head home. You tired me out.” She giggled, causing them to chuckle.

“Be safe.” They called out as they bid her goodbye.

[yeeyeeclan]

Well now I reckon it's about high time I get my first post in.

Y'all put yer hands together fer Barnheart! Barnbaby, Barnsweetums if y'will. The baby sister to our deputy Roosterfoot, she's a lil goofball through and through. Managin to steal an extra braincell from her brother, Barnheart may not be th'smartest whisker in tha bunch but she is at least smarter than her brother.

But unlike her brother, Barnheart is tiny. Small as a new 'paw, but just made a warrior. She's small and chubby, and will bowl yew over at the drop of a hat.

But true as her name she's a sweetheart to her core. Loves the kits and will protect them fiercely. And constantly attached at the hip with her brother, the two are constantly seen goofin off together. Good luck gettin anythin done on a patrol with the two of 'em.

Bonus Barnheart and Roosterfoot doodle under the cut :]

-🌻

[rockingrobin69]

It was the hottest Saturday in July and Teddy had been climbing the actual walls before Harry broke and said, “Okay, okay, to the park then.”

(The wall thing was new. Ron said it was quite ‘Spider-Lad’ of him; Hermione laughed so hard she kinked her neck. Teddy’s magic, still so new and boundaryless, often manifested in ways that were either literal, or just plain wild).

And so to the park they went. To ride the stupid ‘pirate ship’ (“one more time, one more time!”) and chase after dogs (“Teddy, no, it’s their ball!”) and get ice cream (“Please please please Uncle Harry”). Harry was, at his core, a softie, and for Teddy all the more; so, yes, he located the nearest stand, and marched to take his place in the queue with all the resolve of a godfather on a mission.

Waited a veritable ever with Teddy’s order on repeat in his mind (chocolate with strawberry syrup, chocolate with strawberry syrup) until he was face to face with the ice cream display and—oh no, he felt faint.

Draco Malfoy should not be allowed to wear magenta.

Not because he looked bad, per-se (he looked ridiculous, like, fuck-me, ridiculous. With the hat, magenta, and the uniform, magenta, with his hair and his nose ring and a thick black choker). Mostly because the effect was a bit much, and Harry lost his ability to form speech when grey eyes finally deigned to grace him with a look.

“What can I get you, Sir?”

Blinked and blinked and sweated and blinked. “Malfoy,” Harry tried. “It’s me.”

“Indeed. So, ice cream, or…?”

Like a kick to the shin. “What? It’s—what are you even—it’s me. Harry Potter. Your, er, I mean, what are you doing selling ice cream in my park?”

One pierced eyebrow hitched. “My apologies. I wasn’t aware they’d made it your park.” With an overly-dramatic huff: “am I still allowed to work here, Mr. Potter?”

“What?” was really all he could give.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you order your ice cream, I’ll get it for you, and even refrain from spitting in it, as a personal favour. Then off you go on your merry little way and maybe get a new shirt because, sorry to say, but this one is painful on the eyes.”

“This shirt is painful on the eyes?” Harry growled, pointing at the magenta uniform, the magenta hat, the magenta backdrop of the cart.

“You’re right. Probably not the shirt. The face attached to it seems to be the problem. Now, Potter, there are people behind you, and it’s hot as fuck, so. Ice cream or sod off?”

For the longest moment he considered sodding off, but Teddy was sitting on that bench and looking very hopeful, and—charming little bubbles in rainbow colours all around him? Shit. “Erm, chocolate with raspberry syrup. Please.”

“Always were a man of high tastes,” Malfoy smirked, but he gave Harry a couple of scoops and a generous dousing of syrup, then charged him something exorbitant, then winked. Harry—had no time to deal with this.

Running back to Teddy (“hey, buddy, so, those bubbles, are you making them on purpose or…?”) with an already-dripping ice cream cone and a strange, swooping feeling in his belly (not hunger). By the time he’d spelled Ted’s hands clean, he already forgot about Malfoy and the whole thing.

Only remembered that night after bedtime. The back of his eyes when he shut them shone oddly magenta.

3K of summer vibes, of shenanigans and accidental magic, a probably unhealthy Paw Patrol addiction, and more than one reason for you to run to the dentist. 

Come cool off with Colour-full on AO3!

[tabbycat-of-hatchetfield]

Hatchetfield is No Place For a Tabby Cat - ch 1

mandatory introduction chapter!

Tabatha Danehower rolled out of bed, or as far out of bed as she could mentally handle that Saturday, and slapped the snooze button on her alarm clock. She groaned: whichever one of her wonderful family members had decided to reset her alarm was going to be in for a world of hurt. She stumbled to her feet to address herself in the mirror. 

She was tall for her age, 5 '8, probably because her dad could have been an NBA star…but instead taught algebra to a bunch of snot-nosed sixth graders. Her eyes were about the same shade of brown as caramel that’s been sitting on the stove for too long. Her skin was pale, with some weird red blotchy bits left over from sitting in the sun for too long (that’s what happens when you burn like a fucking vampire). Her blonde hair was tied down into two braids; she hadn’t even bothered undoing them before bed. Still, she forced a smile. For the first Saturday in ages, Tabby went downstairs before 8:00 o’clock.

She was surprised to see the rest of the family was already awake. Her mother was sitting at the dining room table with a mug of hot tea and a piece of toast with jam. Her father sipped coffee, leaning against the cabinets in his brightly-colored pajama bottoms and Star Trek t-shirt. Her little brother, Levi, was sitting in the family room on his bean bag chair, eyes fixed on Paw Patrol on the TV. 

Tabby yawned and sat down across from her mother, helping herself to a pear from the fruit bowl on the table. 

“My, my! Someone’s up early!” Her mother commented, flicking a finger at her daughter. “You look like you were hit by an 18-wheeler, dear! Look at that hair…I told you to take out the braids before you went to bed, but did you listen? No.”  Mrs. Danehower made a sharp little tsk tsk noise, taking a dainty sip of her tea. 

Tabby rolled her eyes and shot a glare at her mother. “Maybe if you let me cut my hair we wouldn’t have this issue.” 

“But you love your long hair!” Her mother seemed taken aback. 

“Correction, you love my long hair. I love not having to suffer every time I have to comb this fucking mess.”

“Tabatha! Language!”

“Oh, forgive me. I love not having to comb my diddly darn frickity frackity pancake-flippin’ hair.” 

Tabby took another massive bite out of the pear, tossing the core into the trash can on her way to the living room. Once there, she flopped over on the sofa, kicking her legs up. Levi glanced up at her. 

“Good morning!” He chirped, and Tabby couldn’t help but smile. This kid was the one constant in her life: from the moment her little brother was born, the two had been practically tied at the hip. 

“Morning, stinker.” She teased, ruffling his hair. “Sleep well?” 

“I dreamed I was a dinosaur.”

“Me too bud. Me too.” 

Saturday morning crawled on. By the time it was 9:00, Tabby and Levi had already built a blanket fort, complete with one of their mother’s duvets for a “rug” inside the hideaway. Tabby had just returned from upstairs, heaps of plushies in her arms, when she felt a bump against her leg.

“Oh, you’re finally awake.” She leaned over the pile of stuffed animals to see a real, non-stuffed animal weaving between her legs. “You little shit, Raisin.” 

Raisin was Tabby’s pride and joy–she had always been a cat person, but she had shown signs of cat allergies since Kindergarten. Her dad, being one to enjoy the strange and unusual had hence, about a year ago, showed up with a box containing what appeared to be a small, hairless rodent of some sort. Her mother had shrieked, Levi had started laughing his ass off, but Tabby knew what it was instantly.

So now, there was a wrinkly-faced, pink-skinned, hairless feline monster prowling the Danehowers’ apartment, and there was nothing they could do about it. He went by the name of Raisin, but real servants to the hairless god knew his full moniker of Sir Oatmeal-Raisin Cookie Cake the Fourth. His hobbies included licking the butter out of the butter dish, laying on the stairs so people trip over him going down, and antagonizing the neighbor’s dog by meowing loudly at the shared wall. 

At least he didn’t shed. 

At this moment, Raisin seemed to be in a mellow mood, so Tabby wasn’t too worried about his antics. She returned to their fort (the artfully named Forty McFortface) and deposited her weight in plush bunnies, cats, and one alligator named Kevin. 

[littleprinceaether]

Had a great time at the Paw Patrol Mighty Movie today. It was so good. Skye's backstory was sweet and I loved the story. Also I'm happy Chase's VA changed from the first movie (nothing against the actor who played Chase in the first movie, I just cannot stand Sheldon personally and the voice of Young Sheldon played Chase in the last movie.) Definitely a core memory for me, it was so fun.

[rosekyu]

Ladies, Gents, Things, Animals, Plants, Cryptids and everything else out there, Welcome to my blog! It's an honour to have you stop by!

Im Rose/Kyu/Clowny/Bebe and I'll be your ring leader on this blog! Im between 15-17 years old and my pronouns are they/it/jelly/clown(etc), now the basics are out the way lets get to the good info shall we?

Lets see i should probably start with my identity in more detail we already know my name and pronouns, my birthday is 11th of june and my gender/sexualitys are Non-binary, Omnisexual, Aroace, Polyamorous, Quiosexual/romantic and Platonisexual/romantic, i know its a hand full, Im an agere/petre and also in questioning of being an therian/otherkin specifically in the range of raccoon/jellyfish/cat/glaceon, I most definitely have social anxiety and probably undiagnosed autism, I find that i lack the understanding of emotions specifically sympathy and empathy, and depending on how bored i am depends on how mean i get, not to mention i have dead humour that nobody rlly gets, and yes i do also practice witchcraft and im an omnist, i also believe in spirituality, ghosts and some cryptids, and i dont rlly have a set aesthetic i like them all.

Now going onto my likes/interests, i have a new fixation every other week but my most common ones/most my likes are Fnaf, Poppy Playtime, Omori, Danganronpa, Bungou Stray Dogs, Madoka magica, Hazbin hotel/Helluva boss, Angels of death, Class of 09, Sonic, Bee and puppycat, Pokemon, Terraria, Clowns, Batim, Sk8 the infinity, Tbhk, Ohshc, PvZ, Sanrio, Vocaloid, Ghost hunting/Cryptids, Mario kart, Minecraft, Mlp, Miraculous, Paw patrol, Gacha and so much more lmao.

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[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 2/18, "Back In The Saddle" Part 3, The Chilton Boss Babe Meeting

Part 1 Part 2 Part 2½ (Dean's Phone Stalking) I just got home from a stressful vacation where I lost my phone and so I'm immediately jumping back into these, because wishing for Dean Forrester and Lorelai Gilmore to get barbequed makes me feel balanced again. I had to dedicate an entirely seperate post to the Dean's Phone Harrassment scene in this episode so click the link for Part 2½ above if you haven't already checked out that highly disturbing ish. Michel's Mom is visiting the Inn. Who cares.

Hey now, it's not nice to say things like that about Lorelai, I mean, she's standing right there. Do it behind her back like I do. Oh, they were just talking to each other. A little family banter. Carry on.

Looks like at any minute he's gonna tell the gang they can "be their own boss, babe."

Seeing 2002, the year I graduated high school, in large, stark naked writing like that shakes me to my core. "Style Aid Corporation, RX 2002: A First Aid Kit For High School Students" is so goofy, you can't help but love it. Richard informs Rory she is the group leader, chairman of the board, head of the table but Paris takes charge of the meeting anyway while Rory gets to sit pretty and play chair warmer. She will contribute two completely useless sentences to the entire meeting, see below.

This looks like the trajectory for a rocket launch, not for the development of a lunchbox full of bandaids. What is there to plan? Step 1) You throw the bandaids in the lunchbox. Step 2) ? Step 3) Profit?

*WHAT ABOUT THE COMPETITION! What about it? Other scribblings I can make out: "First choice for second place", "Revise your alt positions list".

Oh, wow it just looks so compact and portable and something that will totally fit into the oh so spacious locker of the typical American high school, and not at all made of metal and something that could be used as a makeshift weapon by bored high school students. I have never seen Paris look so self satisfied about wallowing in mediocrity.

They're looking at the suitcase like she just put Thanksgiving turkey on the table.

The contents of the waterproof, fireproof MakeShift Weapon 2002 (which comes in 12 style options besides Blood Of Paris Geller's Enemies Red) are as follows. Take it away, Paris! ...... She...doesn't actually say what's in them. But, you can trick them out when you order a Deluxe Model. Pimp my Metal Lunchbox, Paris!

HOW MANY CDS CAN IT HOLD RICHARD?!

WOW!!!!!

A MIRROR!!!

Are "Knickknacks" and "Valuables" what the kids of 2002 were calling drugs? I don't remember, maybe I was on drugs.

This scene is HILARIOUS my god.

Thank you for your helpful contribution, Chair-Warmer of the Board/CEO (Chairman Effing Off). A quick glimpse of Amazon will reveal that (at least in 2023 dollars) a metal lunchbox with a handle sells for somewhere between 15-20 dollars. The price for a fully stocked first aid kit (with or without lunchbox housing) varies but they are mostly under $30.

Dear Amazon Seller: Does your Paw Patrol lunchbox come with a 10 cd holder and two secret compartments for hiding drugs? What? It only holds 9 cds? I bid good day to you, sir.

PLEASE! I want this MLM meeting to go on FOREVER. Sadly, there are 16 1/2 minutes left in the episode and I fear the Lunchbox Gang scene will peter out and most of the episode is going to be eaten up by Dean somehow. There's literally nothing else going on. The Marketing Team has ambitious goals to advertise their red lunchbox of death in mainstream magazines.

Please please please mention the names of trendy magazines that I used to read in high school, the ones that were overflowing with toxic garbage damaging to the young female psyche. You know, just like Gilmore Girls.

Okay, I cheated a little and pretended I didn't know she would say this. I totally remembered the magazines. Nostalgic references stick in my brain like used gum. It was all for dramatic effect. I will not apologize. I read ALL of those magazines growing up. (Anyone else remember Teen People? It was one of my favorites. Slightly less boys/makeup/fashion focused and it's reign was too short). The boys will get targeted in "Spin" and "Rolling Stone" magazines because Girls don't like music.

Chip is 35 years old and got lost on his way the polo match and now he's going to be a Boss Babe too. Slay!

Me time traveling backwards to the Chilton MLM meeting: I am a time traveler from the distant year 2023! Let me tell you kids about what happens to malls...

WEBSITES!!!! So, like, seeing this is still 2002, you're gonna slap a bunch of flashing banner ads all over whatever websites were popular in 2002 (I can't remember anymore except that I loved those aggravating websites where you copied & pasted little outfits onto tiny dolls?). The flashing banner ads that would make you absolutely blind with rage, blissfully unaware of how good you had it before the terrifying future internet would arrive? That's how you're going to push your lunch boxes? Good luck. Emily has the audacity to enter the meeting and ask the guests in her home if they'd like anything to eat and Richard isn't happy about it. There is no room for pleasantries and hospitality and dare I say ICE CREAM at the cut throat Lunchbox Meeting. (peeps ahead to what's ahead after this) Oh GOD its THIS.

It's just that thing where Dean stalks Rory some more and pulls another highly disturbing stunt that would have Lorelai putting Jess Mariano's head on a pike in the same situation but instead I'm sure she's just going to kiss his forehead and give him milk and cookies and then make sweet love to him.

I was so naive to think the Lunchbox Gang could last forever. Au revoir, my friends. Au revoir. Till part 4.

[princess-precious-kitten]

Let’s pway coffeeee shop!! ☕️☕️☕️

[itz-kiniz-blog]

Danganronpa: Despair Time/ Superpower Au

I made this a while ago and am going to wrok on it for the funsies! but heres a little stuff about it

Xander - Vigilante (Xantrous Rebel)

Teruko - Vigilante (Luck’s Soldier)

Arei - Villain (Head Striker)

Eden - Hero ( Tick Tock)

David - Hero (Silk Songbird)

J - Vigilante (Mix Trickz)

Arturo - Villain (Beauty’s Tool)

Whit - Hero (Match breaker)

Charles - Hero (Chem Test)

Min - Vigilante (Mind Tryx)

Ace - Vigilante (Race Ace)

Hu - Villain (Deaths Tune)

Nico - Vigilante (Safety’s Paw)

Levi - Hero (?)  (Fashionista Flair)

Veronika - Villain (Ghostface) 

Rose - Hero (Splash Savior)

Powers

Xander -  No power (might give him super strength)

Teruko - The ability to slightly control luck in the word around her (basically no power)

Arei - Telekinesis

Eden - Going back or forward in time

David - Siren voice

J - Illusions

Arturo - Body modification at will

Whit - ability to manipulate people's emotions at will

Charles - Healing abilities (Not born with)

Min -  Ability to enter people's minds and control their bodies

Ace - Super speed

Hu - Zither with a deadly curse of whoever hears it, unless wielding it, dies  (no actual power)

Nico - ability to talk and persuade animals

Levi - Ability to control special strings only he can make

Veronika - ability to conjure up characters using imagination

Rose - Ability to control/copy paint and color in order to make things

Fun facts!

Teruko and Xander are college roommates in this AU

Safety’s Paw (Nico) and Speed Scratch (Ace) work together most of the time because they patrol together

Mix Trickz (J) helped Ace on several occasions

Whit is the person the closest with Charles in the hero Tower

Xantrous Rebel(Xander) actively takes the time to get closer to all of the other Vigilantes in the area

Lucks Soldier(Teruko) and Xantrous Rebel cover for each others patrols when the other can’t make it

J figured out Ace’s identity on accident but didn’t say anything, and hasn’t said anything

Silk songbird(David) saved Xander once when he was 17 and still remembers it to this day

Most heroes are Neutral about Vigilantes, but the hero organization wants them gone

Most Villains believe that Vigilantes are Wanna-be heroes that don’t know what their getting into 

Vigilantes are mostly neutral when it comes to opinions, some love heroes, some hate heroes 

J despises Heroes and Villains, the idea that they play roles as if they are innocent or terrible or how they don't care who dies in the crossfire sickens her to her core.

[thesnakerootwoods]

Year 1. March. The Thing hasn't eaten in 1 moon...

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Events While collecting parsley in the woods, Shrillbadger feels something brush against his paw. He looks down and finds a white snake, body rippling as it moves through the herbs. It slips under a bush and vanishes. Shrillbadger blinks, feeling as though he had been underwater the whole time and hadn't realized until now.

Serpentstar has become the newest Keeper of SnakerootClan. She gazes down at her Clanmates and unsheathes her claws, promising a new era for the Clan. She chooses Icyeye, her former mentor, as her Second.

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Keeper Ceremony Serpentcurrent opens her eyes to see Shadowpaw and Hopepaw, stars shining in their pelts and their eyes warm. Shadowpaw hesitates for a moment before stretching up and giving Serpentcurrent a life for trust.

Hopepaw's eyes glitter with starlight, and she reaches up to give a life for humor. Serpentcurrent looks around, searching for someone, anyone, else- Featherstar? Bushtoe? Her parents?- and finds no one.

Suddenly, the mist at the edge of the clearing takes shape. Dozens of wispy, shining spirits emerge and surround Serpentcurrent. "We grant you your remaining seven lives." Their voices shake the new Keeper to her core, and she digs her claws into the slippery ground. Knowledge overwhelms her, and Serpentcurrent gasps as tears fill her eyes. She Knows, and she Remembers.

Serpentstar awakes trembling and gasping for air. She meets Shrillbadger's eyes and he nods, expression solemn. It is a long time before Serpentstar can gather her wits and start the journey home.

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Thoughts Serpentstar wonders if Shrillbadger's had any prophecies lately

Icyeye doesn't allow himself any rest

Shrillbadger sharpens his claws

Littledash eavesdrops on Serpentstar

Daisyfoot eavesdrops on Icyeye

Tadpoledrift predicts rain based on her aching bones

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Patrols

Littledash & Daisyfoot Daisyfoot is tempted to eat the prey he just caught. He resists the temptation and goes on to make some great catches for the Clan.

Shrillbadger Newleaf should bring some new leaves on the blackberry brambles. Sure enough, new leaves are poking towards the sun along the trailing branches. Shrillbadger carefully picks them, making sure to leave plenty behind- he needs this supply to last the Clan for as long as possible.

[kabillieu]

My big kid occasionally asks to watch Paw Patrol with Baby R. Soft-core copaganda, but I’ll allow it on account of the cuteness.

[bananaapplewaffle]

NOT THAT MLB CONSOLE GAME NOT HAVING SOMETHING AS BASIC AS TEXTURES

COMING OUT THIS YEAR?

WITH A STARTING PRICE OF $50??????

SEND THAT BACK TO THE DRAFTS

Out here tryna be like Paw Patrol or PJ Masks...

THEY WISH THEY COULD BE THEM

Matter a fact,

we're going a trip

to the PlayStation Store.

Paw Patrol: On a Roll! $30

Paw Patrol the Movie: Adventure City Calls: $40

Paw Patrol Mighty Pups Save Adventure Bay: $30

Paw Patrol: Grand Prix: $50

PJ Masks: Heroes of the Night: $40

You know what these games have in common?

They all have textures.

Really took a look at the market and said:

"Yeah our game is on par with something like Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII Reunion."