#play doh video

[poppysoccsart]

waiter waiter! bring me my niche childhood home videos please!! play doh island was a beloved classic in my household. these freaks are cherished.

and there’s nothing me and my little brothers wanted more than the happy birthday to you zoo triple upside down bubble cake i’ll tell you what

they might be giants also made the little brainworm of a jingle that’ll haunt me forever

[389]

What was the worst song that was ever composed in your opinion?

[nostalgiagirlie]

Play-doh Candy Cyclone toy commercial (2012)

[kairoot]

── ࣪ ˖ ❛ 𝓜𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑢𝑝 𝓥𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠．

‧₊˚ 𝓼𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: they do the voiceover for your makeup routine 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : enha x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff , crack 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : no 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : jokes, profanity, pet names, this was shorter than i intended, some of these are kind of inspired by some tiktoks i saw.

— ( 𝓂𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ) : pls leave reblogs, they are much appreciated !! ♡︎

✿ member’s headcanons under the cut !!

⊹ 𝓁ℎ𝑠．

asking hee to do this was a piece of cake

he agreed to it immediately

he lovesssss watching you do your makeup

so when you asked him he was like, “well.. yes!”

gonna keep it real with you, he has absolutely no idea what ANYTHING is

he just knows the things that he buys for you and that’s it

flirty mcbirdy over here, he’s barely even watching the makeup, mostly watching you

“hi guys, today i’m doing my girlfriend’s makeup voiceover.” he says into the mic, the video starting with you priming your face as you’ve already did skincare prior to starting the video.

you were next to him while he narrated your routine, holding in your giggles as he began naming the products that you were using.

“okay so now she’s uhm.. damn she’s gorgeous..” he paused for a moment, watching you through the screen as you applied the first product of your base.

you nudged him, urging him to stay on topic as your face began to warm up.

“she’s applying, uh— the— the..” he thought for a moment, the product seemed familiar but he couldn’t think of the name.

it was foundation.

“and then she’s.. wiping it all over her face.” he mumbled, still not paying attention to what you were doing but admiring you instead.

“it’s blending, hee..” you whispered, not wanting the mic to pick up your voice.

expect the comments to go insane about hee’s little flirtatious comments.

⊹ 𝓅𝑗𝑠．

ngl, he’s a bit confused as to why you asked him to do this but he says yes anyway

why does this man actually know what the products are??

quite literally does the whole voiceover better than any beauty influencer you’ve ever seen..

compliments you throughout the video

he’s literally so polite

“hello everyone, today y/n has asked me to do her voiceover, so here i am!” he says excitedly, watching you apply the first product.

“so here, she’s putting some of the foundation in her t-zone.. she has really great skin.” he explains.

you’re sat next to him, shocked at how he’s able to understand the whole routine.

“after she blends, she goes in with her.. concealer, i think.” he was right again.

as you blend that out, jay begins talking about the product that you’re using.

“yes, i pay attention to my girl’s routine.” he says, knowing everyone’s gonna wonder how he could even know all of this. you bite back a smile, his comment making your heart warm.

now the whole internet wants a boyfriend like jay.

⊹ 𝓈𝑗𝑦．

he is very eager to do it. why? because he loves you and is so down bad for you

ummm he knows NOTHINGGG about makeup 😫

another flirty one

count how many times he says he wants to kiss you or compliments your lips challenge (jake is so weak for kisses, you cannot convince me otherwise)

he’s so giggly throughout the whole thing ??

he definitely gets flustered over your beauty, esp your bareface <3

he’s lowkey your hype man even though he has no idea what he’s talking abt

“hey guys, it’s jake! today i’m gonna give you all a tutorial for y/n’s everyday makeup.” he beamed confidently. he watched you start your routine, already giggling at the small things you do throughout the first 30 seconds.

“so she’s gonna start with, um..” his giggles cutting him off. “she’s starting with the putty stuff. it kind of looks like play-doh!”

“jake!” you nudge him a bit, rolling your eyes playfully.

“sorry, sorry!” he laughs. “now she’s putting on.. powder? wait, no, that’s definitely bronzer.”

“yeahh, apply that bronzer, babe!” he exclaimed.

it was powder foundation ??

“she looks so good already, wanna give her a kiss..” he said, watching you pat the product onto your skin.

⊹ 𝓅𝑠ℎ．

bro is so impatient

he can’t think of any of the name of the products that you’re using which frustrates him to the MAX

pls don’t laugh at him, he will sulk 😕

cracks jokes abt how long you take

“now she’s applying.. uhm, glitter?” he tilted his head, watching you apply highlighter to the inner corners of your eyes.

“highlighter, babe.” you corrected him, holding back your laughs.

“whatever it is, it’s very shiny. and she’s putting it on so do whatever she’s doing if you want this look.”

you snorted a bit, finding his impatience hilarious.

“watch as she puts on her favorite mascara that she made me buy her.. because she doesn’t care about my pockets or if i go broke.” he sighed.

you landed a playful smack to his shoulder, scoffing.

“anyways, she takes forever.” he huffed. “she told me she was gonna be ready in 10 minutes but 10 minutes turned into two hours, so i guess im gonna have to wait.”

please don’t ever ask him to do this again.

⊹ 𝓀𝑠𝑤．

like jay, he knows what everything is

he’s actually really excited to do this

he pays attention when you do your makeup and pays attention when he gets his makeup done so

he basically knows what everything is he just.. doesn’t know how to do it

he knows all of your favorite products

count how many times he calls you pretty challenge:

“look at how pretty she is!” he exclaims as you prime your face. “i did her skin care by the way.”

he watched as you applied your concealer, telling the viewers exactly what brand it was and what it did for your skin.

“i’m pretty sure this is her favorite product.”

“okay! next she’s gonna set with this one powder that she absolutely loves.” he giggled.

you chuckle at his excitement, not expecting him to like this as much as he did. you just knew people would want more of him narrating your routines and grwms.

“and now, she’s putting on her blush.. I love this part.” he said, mesmerized by you and your features.

“isn’t she so pretty?”

⊹ 𝓎𝑗𝑤．

he’s so confused

tbh he just yaps the whole time

you don’t know what he’s talking about, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about..

he just knows that he buys some of the stuff

he gives random facts throughout the video ??

“okay, so i’m not really sure of what she’s putting on her face right now..” he said, scratching his head slightly.

“did you guys know that dolphins name each other?”

“jungwon..?” you furrow your eyebrows, looking at him confusingly.

“oh, right! sorry, now she’s applying some.. nose.. stuff?”

you mentally face palmed at his attempt to name the products, which he ended up wrong every time.

“if it wasn’t already obvious, i know none of these things, i just get whatever she tells me to buy.” jungwon giggled, watching you apply your blush.

please DO NOT let him do this ever again 😭🙏🏽

⊹ 𝓃𝑟𝑘．

bro does NOT wanna be here

he doesn’t wanna do it at all 😭

but somehow you convince him (you told him you’d buy him robux)

he guesses everything

some of it he gets right somehow

gets so triggered when you laugh at him 😭

“um, okay, she’s applying concealer.. that’s concealer, right?” he looked over at you, as the video showed you applying the product.

you looked at him, giggling.

“why are you laughing? is that not concealer?” he asked again, becoming irritated.

“yes.. just keep going, ki.” you cover up your laughs.

he rolls his eyes playfully, “anyways, now she’s putting on some powder shit.. i don’t know.”

“and she’s.. beating it on her face..? why are you punching yourself?” he quirks an eyebrow.

you shake your head, sighing at his confusion.

✿

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[skunkes]

I feel like a boomer saying this but nowadays I feel like only way most children have fun is with yewchew kids/ipad or whatever it makes me so crazy like why aren't they having fun with play-doh or crayons or legos etc 🥲...... I find it really hard to interact w kids from my family due to this issue as well!

Yes literally! Im not full boomer abt it bc i dont think the whole generation is fucked or w.e, nor is it their fault... also I always see ppl being like "cut their wifi so they go outside!" like i had limited big clunky computer access as a child and if i wasnt online i sure as hell was not outside. LOL

But like....true.... my nefews still read and such but its in between screen time vs the other way around...one of my nefews is turning 6 or 7 soon and he's watching?? Streamers?? Play minecraft? LOL? They both throw tantrums when they need to take a 10 minute break and count down every minute....

Yesterday i had a baby cousin over and was surprised that he had brought a dirty ipad but was like, choosing to play with his happy meal toy and jump around instead, but somehow this was "too disruptive" and his parent coaxed him onto watching loud ass videos on the ipad instead. Lmaooooooo.

[happykeanu]

I happened back upon the McLaren video where they play with childhood toys and the part where lando says about play doh “you put it in the oven and then you like cook it?” Followed by this sequence:

Kills me

[allthegothihopgirls]

i wish i could be like those aesthetically pleasing 'grwm for bed' people on tiktok, but unfortunately my nighttime routine consists of watching art restoration and backroom lore videos on youtube, whilst rocking back and forth for 3 hours and playing with play-doh, before approaching sleep like it's a violent affair.

[edwardsissyhandsthtdanceslikeabb]

happy gay birthday to this video and this video only.

❝doh! :o❞

i think what makes this sm funnier is that matthew and dominick (i hope those are their names. im not going to check :/) only have chemistry with each other [jalec & irl tbh] and its not even passable they legitimately play fuck marry kiss every time they look @ e/o so idk man. the call is coming from inside the house.

+

he had this answer READY. like aht aht, pack it up repressed, unrequited homosexual, we get it.

[luvmomoiz]

gifts to get your little for the holidays!!

hihi!! all of these gifts are just littlespace things i would personally like to get, but oooof course take your little’s personality and interests into consideration also!! these are just some ideas!! happy holidays everyone!! [divider from here!!]

[0-2 years old!!]

- onesies (can be found on amazon and etsy!!)

- teethers

- baby bottles

- pacifiers

- super soft plushies (jellycat, douglas cuddle toys)

- fuzzy socks

- security blankets

- pacifier clips

- comfy sweaters and hoodies

- fluffy blankets

- rattles

- bath toys

- soft pillows

- bibs

[3-6 years old!!]

- overalls

- stim toys (chewelry, slime, pop-its)

- sippy cups

- pacifiers (maybe some deco pacis if you can!!)

- hair clips

- littlest pet shops

- stuffies (build-a-bear, webkinz, aurora flopsies, aurora spudsters)

- video games (paleo pines, bluey the videogame, peppa pig world adventure)

- stationary (crayons, stickers, glitter glue)

- coloring books

- calico critters

- matching jewelry (for little and cg, or for 2 littles!!)

- cute plates and bowls

- pillow pets

- play doh

- cute slippers

- dolls (barbie, monster high, american girl, our generation)

[7-10 years old!!]

- squishmallows

- legos

- kids’ makeup sets

- mini backpacks

- accessories (bracelets, necklaces, headbands, keychains)

- video games (animal crossing, stardew valley, mario kart, splatoon)

- nerf guns

- cute water bottles

- stationary (colored pencils, gel pens, notebooks, washi tape)

- chewelry

[kylelover]

SOUTH PARK SOCIAL MEDIA HEADCANONS

Hello, hi!! I am bored... so, let's write some headcanons hehe

Also thx for the support 🥺 I love you guys

STAN MARSH

This man hates tiktok and refuses to install it (it's canon ,,, I know) he would instead use some knock off version like YouTube shorts or Instagram reels 🤠

He would send Kyle tiktoks that were funny like 7 months ago which he JUST got to see on ig reels.

He probably has likes 4 posts on Instagram. Most of them are just pictures of his dog, his girlfriend and random ass pinterest pictures he liked

This man would have a pinterest board of goth music he liked back in his emo era

Also, when he was emo... he made a whole new instagram where posed as an e-boy

Just wanted you guys to let you know that.

He also watches call of duty and markiplier on youtube

his user is one that he made when he was 13 and he never changed it

It's stanfnaff

He deffo had a fnaf phase

KYLE BROFLOVSKI

We've all seen Cupid Ye by now...

He would totally have a tiktok account where he posts famous dances (renegade for example)

He expected them to go viral since his dance moves were pretty "smooth"

They never did

He uses Twitter just to comment on his friend's posts

Also to annoy Cartman by hacking his account

He doesn't actually hack him. His password is just CartmanBrahhh

This man never uses instagram

He never posted neither

His pfp is a selfie of him with ike

Since Ike isn't allowed to use Instagram, he uses his brother's account to watch updates of his favourite youtubers

Which explains why Kyle follows pewdipie lmao

His user is just his name with random numbers

Fucking kyleb8392

KENNY MCCORMICK

Let's be honest

He wouldn't even use social media

He has a phone but it's like all cracked and dirty and

It looks like a skinned iphone

He just found it on the street and surprisingly it worked

He has only instagram, youtube and pou installed

On Instagram his name is KensbigD and the only photo he ever posted is a very low quality picture of him

On youtube he watches sometimes commentary youtubers

His deepest darkest secret? Oh yeah, Kenny watches play doh egg videos

Overall he never uses his phone since he doesn't have wifi at all

He also has 18 pictures on his phone and it's memes that he finds funny and some others that already came with the phone which he never deleted.

ERIC CARTMAN

Cartman has every social media istg

He uses discord and Twitter to troll random people by making them think he's dreamsexual or some shit

His username on Instagram is Cartm.an9

He never posts anything

If he does it's probably just a really cringy photo with some filter he took of butters

On youtube he has a gaming channel ofc but has literally left it abandoned

I feel like he'd watch those videos of people eating really spicy stuff then saying NO REACTION

He tried to do it once

He went to the hospital for 4 days

CRAIG TUCKER

Craig would watch those 1 hour analysis video about a random movie

Or those summaries of weird kdramas

He watches cute guinea pig videos but never admits to it

His history is filled with minecraft videos that tweek watches every once in a while

On tiktok he would probably post those sarcastic memes like "Oh yeah galaxy is really big then theres you, a waste of space"

He used to have a secret account where he posted those cute partner videos with tweek

They went viral

Everyone saw them

Never again

His user on ig is probably just his name

Craig_Tucker

He posts pictures of things he finds cool

TWEEK TWEAK

Tweek watches those asmr videos on youtube

Also minecraft building and lego tutorials

Hes probably addicted to tiktok

His fyp is filled with those clickbait videos of "A METEOR IS HITTING THE EARTH SOON WE ARE ALL GONNA DIE!!"

Craig tried helping him by creating new accounts and blocking certain words

They keep coming back somehow

He never posts anything on instagram

He has both of his cameras covered with black tape

He's scared of them watching him

On tiktok he posted only once and it's a video of him in class drawing on the table

His user is just TTWEKE29

I'm tired and I don't want to keep writing... but Wendy would totally watch daily vlog diaries of fit girls

[abandoned-quiche]

Every single deltarune theory video is titled like "PLAY-DOH THEORY" and gets several things blaringly wrong

[oftlunarialmoon]

The Slime Trend- What It Is and Why It's Great For Neurodivergent People

originally posted to www.onlyfunthings.org on December 13, 2016

Ciao Lovelies! I bet at least one or two of you have heard of the "Slime Trend" recently. If not, I'll explain everything below! (Images Updated as of January 2019)

(UPDATED AS OF 1/21/19 CLICK ME FOR PART 2!)

So recently, the subject of slime- all types, fishbowl, iridescent, traditional, floam, glitter, crystal, etc- has been trending everywhere. Anywhere you look, you can find YouTube tutorials for how to create slime, find "stim" blogs on tumblr and plenty of gifs of slime, kinetic sand, and more. There are even entire Instagram accounts dedicated to videos of slime!

But what IS stim, or stimming, you might be wondering?

Well, let's let Wikipedia sum it up for us!

"Self-stimulatory behavior, also known as stimming and self-stimulation, is the repetition of physical movements, sounds, or words, or the repetitive movement of objects common in individuals with developmental disabilities and most prevalent in people with autism spectrum disorders. It is also commonly seen in people with anxiety disorders such as obsessive–compulsive disorder, ADHD, and Tourette syndrome, and in people with neurological disorders or brain infections" 

The Wikipedia article containing this information can be found HERE.

To summarize, stimming is some form of movement, sound, or texture that is common in neuro-divergent individuals and usually used to self soothe, control anxiety, or filter/block overwhelming sensations.

Autistic individuals are not the only people who stim, however. Some sufferers of anxiety stim to control themselves and calm down, often this manifests in behaviours like nail biting, hair twirling, or repetitive motions like rocking.

What does this mean in terms of the new slime (and other stimming toys) trend?

For one thing, it's good for neurodivergent people because now the things they do to relax are no longer stigmatized but seen as "normal" and acceptable. Colleges even have events around finals making "self-care" kits containing things like play-doh. While these are not advertised as "Stimming," many people use Play-Doh or other molding doughs and such to stim.

Another great thing coming from this trend is that it is opening up the discussions around being neurodivergent and normalizing the idea of talking about mental health. People are adknowledging that stress can be helped by non-conventional methods. Perhaps we are finally reaching the days where instead of someone saying "Oh, you're stressed? Just breathe! (or any other conventional method)", they would say "Well, try playing with some slime or chewing on a chewing necklace!"

Another great outcome of this "trend" is that stimming toys like chewing necklaces, fidget toys, tangles, kinetic sand, floam, and others are becoming much more common and inexpensive!

However, we need to ensure that this "trend" does not become offensive to autistic or neurodivergent individuals. All kinds of stimming are equally good, whether it's rocking, tapping, hand wringing or flapping, etc. If we are normalizing stimming methods like chewing and slime, we should also work to normalize non- "aesthetically pleasing" stimming!  

Thank you for reading, remember to love yourself, stay awesome, and I'll see you in our next post!

[pennyroks77]

they call me crybaby, crybaby

Penelope, Penny, Penns, or whatever nickname you come up with

she/her

14 y/o

ADHD tendencies

Christian

Michael Afton's bbg ;D

proship, spammers, bullies, nsfw, people who sexualize DTB/Steven, William Afton defenders (not including just anyone who likes him), people who post excessively about the trans Tobey hc - DNI

oc rp blog (dead) at @penelopefaircityreporter

pink sideblog (dead) at @pinktobeyfan

dca sideblog at @dcafan

discord server

more under the cut

about my hyperfixations!

major hyperfixations: Bluey, Wordgirl, the Kingdom Keepers, mphfpc, playlist-making, all things pink, jewelry, Sanrio, ghost stories (K.R. Alexander go brr), Five Nights at Freddy's, The Living Tombstone (especially zero_one and Rust), HALLOWEEN YES IT'S ALWAYS HALLOWEEN

minor hyperfixations: Sinfest, Supernatural Investigations, Toca Boca lore, The Hunger Games, Spookville Comics, ASoUE, A Week Away, The Haunted Mansion, Secrets of Sulphur Springs

my ocs: (WG) Penelope Barnes, Valerie Best, Zenith Jeong (Fruit Bat), Marissa McCallister | (original) Neo Dakis, Catherine Harroway, Artham Garcia, Anilise Duncan, Paige Auchwitz

I love drawing! I usually will draw on request for free, unless it makes me uncomfortable or I'm really busy.

about art trades!

I will do art trades with (almost) anyone. [quick how it works, in case you don't know: one of us asks the other about the trade and we agree to do it. then we each draw a character(s) of the other's choice. this doesn't have to be anything fancy; it can just be a little doodle. then we post the art and @ each other on the post. sorry if I'm not explaining it well ;-;] I mostly like doing Wordgirl- or FNaF-related trades since I'm familiar with the characters, but anything else on my fandom hyperfixation list works ;p

also I really like when people comment on + reblog my posts, it shows me you're interested and motivates me to create more content we both like ;D

my favorite characters to draw: Tobey McCallister, Violet Heaslip, Mangle and all the other Foxys, Glamrock Chica, Sun the daycare attendant, Fruit Bat, Penelope Barnes, Becky Botsford, the No-Face, Amari Peters, Dylan Van Helsing, Coraline Jones, Nobody Owens, Circus Baby/Elizabeth Afton, Michael Afton, fnaf crossover au glitchtrapped Terrance Maybeck

general favorites:

color: red and pink

band: The Living Tombstone

artist: TobyMac

video game: Fall Guys

food: curry chicken

drink: water

song: I Got No Time by The Living Tombstone

movie: Wreck-It Ralph

tv show: take a good long guess (Wordgirl)

flavor ice cream: play doh

nonfiction book: the Bible

fiction book: The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

time of day: bedtime

some of my Tumblr besties:

@toonycatuwu @rootbeertime @800tabsopen @rainyyflash @thedragondirewolf95 @saliosis @snickerzanddoodlez @thepeculiarbird @zer0-0nez @emberthearsonist @av0id3d @sealmonger @get-total-eclipsed @chillwildwave @just-a-floofy-catt @currently1dead1someday1alive @1julak1

have an awesome and blessed day everyone! God loves youuu!!! <3

[watchoutforthefanfics]

achievement unlocked 🔓 (part six) || Streamer AU! Reddie (IT)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: this prompt + BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish

Summary: Richie liked to play video games, and by some stroke of luck, it became his job. Being primarily known as Trashmouth on stream, he found his own little group of streamer friends and they became intertwined: The Losers Club. It never did feel quite complete, though. Well, until, he got his very own backseat gamer in chat.

TWs: everything with Eddie's Mom, hurt/comfort, vague mention of toxic relationships, low self-worth, self depreciation, a little angst (it gets better), loneliness, child neglect, imposter syndrome, cursing, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: The boys have a very important conversation. This one is a hit for me personally. Like in romance, plot, and feelings. Enjoy :))]]

Richie hasn't heard from him in a like a week and a half.

He saw that he read his message, and kind of felt a little like rotting away in bed. Like maybe he needed a month off, could he ask for that? Would his fans understand?

He was the kind of person to second guess everything he'd ever done, including the streams themselves. Like had he said something wrong? Came on too strong? The worst part was he didn't know.

Well, until Bev told him.

"Chat asked if he was your boyfriend," she'd said after Richie confided in her, "-I don't know if it has anything to do with it, but they did."

Richie was staring up at his ceiling, it was early in the morning. He knew that, too early. If he had to guess, it was around 2 or 3. He hadn't entirely been sleeping well recently (due to a lot of things some pretty obvious and others not), so this wasn't abnormal. Not really. There was something in him that was chastising himself, mostly because he had been stupid ('too clingy' his mind chimed in a voice he knew from a long time ago), and the other half was curious. So fucking curious.

That was the thing about Richie Tozier, he was a fucking curious guy. Maybe it was eating play-doh in kindergarten, or daring a boy to kiss him because it might feel more right than a girl did. He was brave, in a sort of stupid way. Or at least that's what he thought.

Stanley would probably say he's impulsive, but at the same time fearless. He always made sure to tell him that he was probably the bravest person he knew. Ever maybe. Richie didn't believe it but he thought about it a lot. Thought maybe he could believe it one day, or use it as motivation.

Right now, it felt a little like motivation.

He kinda moved on autopilot, just blindly grabbing his phone (it was 2 am going on 3), and opening Instagram. His fingers moving of their own accord. He was always good at just doing-

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

is the idea of dating me so fucking bad ?

He thought initially, that he'd be mortified. That he'd be scared to fully chase him away, but something in him steeled. Something a little like bravery (if he was honest), but Richie wasn't really thinking of that then. All he wanted to know was why. Even though the reason might curl up into his chest and squeeze his heart so tight that it fucking breaks. Or add to a list of what he thinks is wrong with himself, maybe make him feel shitty beyond belief because he had really fucking liked him-

He had to know.

It was just in his blood. Maybe he could fix it for the next person, or just not do it anymore-

e.kaspbrak

It's not that, Richie.

You're a fucking great guy.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

right

u just ghosted me for funsies

e.kaspbrak

I'm being serious.

I didn't mean to ghost you. That's not what I wanted to happen.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

well it did

u actively did it

how can u not mean to do that ?

e.kaspbrak

It just happened!

I got fucking scared, okay?

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

is it me ?

I just want to know

did I fuck it up ?

e.kaspbrak

Richie it's not you.

Something in him wanted to believe him. But it didn't make any sense. That wasn't... It never worked out for him-

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

it's always me eds

always

so what did I do

e.kaspbrak

It's not you.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

it is

it has to be

I always fuck up

His fingers were still moving, another text on the edge of his fingertips. He was typing, and it was all coming out-

e.kaspbrak

Can I call you?

Richie's lips fell into a frown, and something in his stomach tightened. Old memories of "I wanted to do this in person" flickering through his head. Here it was. The talk. The talk of "You're too much" and "This won't work" and "You're too clingy"-

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

eds just say it to me through text

I don't need a phone call

I know what u r going to say

e.kaspbrak

Don't just assume shit.

You don't know what I'm going to say, Richie.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I do

I've been through this before

just end it eds

just tell me that it was never what I thought it was

or maybe what I thought it could be

e.kaspbrak

I'm not doing that.

Can I call you?

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

tell me what's wrong with me

is it talking too much?

is it being too clingy?

just tell me so I can fix it

e.kaspbrak

There's nothing wrong with you Rich.

Please, just let me call you.

I'll explain fucking everything.

Richie paused, trying to calm the burning of his eyes and the lodge in his throat. He really didn't want to fucking cry over someone again. He just got too attached. Like he always does.

He needs to listen to Steve, the guy always said that he needs to have a reality check sometimes. "It's okay to feel attached to someone, Richie," he'd said once, "-but you need to know when you're going a little too far. When you might hurt yourself." At the time, Richie just waved it off because he hadn't had to worry about it, at all. It had been ages since his last boyfriend and at the time, there were no potential people even near him. But now, here he was, fucked over... again. He just couldn't believe-

e.kaspbrak

Fuck it.

Before Richie could move to text anything at all, his screen changed and a cheery little tune echoed through the air. He felt a little frozen, staring at it.

e.kaspbrak is calling

His phone was vibrating in his hands, as he continued to stare -it looked a little like his glasses were smudged, but he was pretty sure it was just his eyes (blurry with tears). It took everything in him not to fold, the green button was right there, the option to hear him out laid out on the table, right in front of him. And Richie wanted it so fucking bad-

He answered.

All the breath in his chest halted, hitched at the silence. Like if he breathed, Eddie would see him. Know he was there. Even though he'd already answered it, which pretty much guaranteed that he knew-

"Richie?"

Here's the thing, right, so Richie never really thinks about consequences. Like the fact that, in answering the phone, he would hear Eddie's voice for the first time. And it might very well be cute, very cute. Or maybe hot, he couldn't decide. So, in the grand scheme of things, this was not good for him. Eddie was going to reject him, and all he could think about was that he had a cute voice.

"Rich, can you hear me?" The voice piped up again, and Richie recognized something then in the tone -worry. Eddie was worried. (He got it a lot to be fair.) A few emotions fluttered through him at that moment, some stuck on the way he said his name. Richie wanted to commit it to memory, change his ringtone-

"I know you're there, dipshit. So, fucking answer me."

Richie took a second, exhaling a breath, but still saying, "Eds?"

It might've come out cracked and a little wet, but Richie hoped to god Eddie couldn't tell. It would be worse if he felt bad while he was rejecting me. If I was fucking crying and that made him hesitate-

"Yeah," he spoke, softer -a little in disbelief, "-yeah. I'm here."

Richie closed his eyes for a second, trying to picture Eddie (who he only saw in Instagram posts) speaking with this voice. Like he was right in front of him, he wanted to see what it would look like. He hoped he shriveled his nose up in a cute way when something smelled bad, or he bit the inside of his cheek to hide a smile-

Focus, Richie, his mind chimed, we think he's literally ending things (were they even a thing?) and you're fawning over him. What the fuck.

"I am too," Richie added -awkwardly.

"Well, fucking obviously," Eddie spoke, near instinctively (something in Richie swirled that they slotted so naturally together), "-I called you."

"To say what exactly?" Richie offered up carefully (for himself or Eddie, he didn't really know).

There was a heavy sort of silence then, the kind that splayed across his shoulders at like 3 am when he couldn't sleep. The terrible kind, the uncomfortable kind. If he was any sort of self-reflective, he would probably say that explains why he talks so much because he's afraid of the silence-

"Do you remember when Mike called you?" Eddie asked, voice low, "-And... And how he talked about my Mom?"

Richie replied, quietly (trying not to break this moment), "Yeah, I do."

"I wanna-" he started, before faltering and letting out a big breath, "-I wanna tell you about her."

"Eds," Richie interrupted, "-You don't have to do all this. You can just say-"

"Just shut the fuck up for once," Eddie exhaled, exasperated, "-Let me talk."

Before he could stop himself, he chimed back with a louder voice, hand coming to naturally salute, "Sir, yes, sir!"

The little laugh that Eddie choked out nearly sent Richie into cardiac arrest. His brain buzzed to a low static hum, and heart squeezed in his chest. This was so fucked. Maybe he should just hang up-

"You're such an asshole," Eddie commented, laughing a little through it again (kinda like he was trying to hide it though). Richie wanted to make him full-body laugh so hard that it made his skin fucking burn. He had the urge to keep trying. Desperately keep trying. Because if this was the last time, he really wanted to hear it. He might die never having heard it, how the hell was he supposed to do that?

And then, he started.

"I grew up with Mike and Ben," Eddie explained, "-in the middle of fucking nowhere Maine."

Richie almost said 'I know', but he could tell this was very sensitive. There were boundaries, and he understood them.

He kept going, words slowly making their way out of his lips, "My Dad died when I was really little. No one knew it was coming, especially not Mom. And I was too young to know him, I think, but I still missed him... a lot."

Something in Richie's chest faltered. Was he really going to end it? Because this really didn't fucking sound like i-

"All I remember is that he was sick like out of fucking nowhere, and he died too quick to figure it out," Eddie breathed out, "-and I think that's probably where my Mom started."

"Started what?" It slipped out before he could stop it, and he immediately recanted, "-Shit, sorry, I didn't-"

"Relax, dick," he responded, laughing a little (it made Richie's head swirl, more) again, "-I think it helps. Hearing you, I think it helps."

Richie had no fucking clue what to say to that. His voice? Comforting? Was he dreaming right now-

Before he could get into it too much, Eddie continued, asking, "Have you ever heard of Munchausen Syndrome by proxy?"

Richie paused a second, thinking.

"I think-" he started, trying to map out the path in his head, "-I think so. That's the uh... shit where you think you're sick but you're not, right?"

"Munchausen Syndrome is," Eddie confirmed, "-but by proxy is doing it to someone else. Like..." he swallowed heavily, "-Like your own kid."

Richie's lips fell into a frown, "Eds, if you don't wanna talk about this, you don't have to. Seriously, it's okay. I don't have to know-"

"I want to," he interrupted, swiftly, "-I wouldn't fucking tell you if I didn't want to, Richie."

He fell a little silent for a second (he wants to tell me), and quietly responded, "Okay."

"My Mom... Because of Dad's death, or maybe she was always this way I'm not really fucking sure," Eddie explained further, "-She started thinking I was sick all the time. That I... That every time I left the house I could get sick. That I would get sick."

Richie just listened.

"She hammered it into my head so hard that I used to carry around a fanny pack full of medical supplies-"

"Cute," Richie said, involuntarily.

Eddie laughed again, but this time it was more of a giggle. The soft warm kind that made Richie want to frolic through meadows or curl up in a ball under the warmth, enjoy it. It shot something through him that he could make him laugh at all. He'd always loved making people laugh, but Eddie? He thinks he's been waiting on one particular laugh his entire fucking life.

"I seriously think you need to get your head checked," Eddie finally responded, and somehow Richie could tell he was smiling, "-Were you fucking dropped as a baby? Multiple times?"

"As much as I would love to answer your question, Spaghetti," Richie responded, in a prim proper voice, "-I am not at liberty to know. You see, dear Eduardo, when I was mayhaps dropped, I would've been a baby-"

"Eduardo?" Eddie commented, and Richie could nearly see him scrunch up his nose in disgust.

"First you say, don't call me Eddie dickweed," Richie lists off, "-then you say that's not my name, I don't like it, they're stupid-"

"They are stupid, dickweed," he replied, "-but I like them. For some weird fucking reason."

Richie felt his heart flutter in his chest, before asking, "How does that make sense?"

"You're stupid," Eddie added -a little too nonchalantly, "-and I like you."

God, he was so fucking gay. Incredibly gay. Beyond comprehension. It was in his blood. Which one of his parents gave him the gay gene-

Richie sputtered out, awkwardly, "I like you too, Eds."

Eddie didn't say anything for a second. And Richie thought maybe he wasn't going to.

"Good," Eddie spoke, awkward too, but very, very headstrong. It was with a lot of conviction, so much so that if Eddie said anything in that tone, Richie would probably believe it was fucking law.

And then, it shifted right back into place.

"Before you fucking distracted me," Eddie chastised, "-what was I talking about?"

"Your little fanny pack," Richie was quite literally still picturing it in his head, actually.

He could almost tell Eddie wanted to say something about it, but he decidedly didn't.

"Right," he said instead, and Richie could hear him shift -could feel the nerves build up in him (somehow he had the urge to soothe), "-my Mom made me scared of everything. She wouldn't let me leave the fucking house, ever, she home-schooled me, and I had no fucking friends. And on top of it all, I was okay with it because she framed the world as this big, bad place that could only hurt me. She even made me take pills, placebos, I used to call them gazebos when I was too young to understand it-"

"Cute," Richie said again -that time maybe a little voluntarily, before clarifying, "-not the Mom thing, but the... the gazebo thing."

Eddie laughed again, just a little tiny one (Richie could barely catch it), "Are you just gonna say that about fucking everything that I do?"

"I dunno," Richie teased, "-You are pretty cute, Eds."

"You're such a dick, trashmouth."

"That's my name, don't wear it out," Richie chimed instinctively.

There was a pause after that, playfulness dissipating in the air. It made Richie want to squirm a little. He was never too good at seriousness. Never. Hence the jokes while Eddie was talking (although, he was pretty sure bringing him back from the edge was the main reason). It felt a little like he was trying to think of what to say next, or if he wanted to say it at all.

"She made me into a fucking health freak," he explained -abruptly, "-I worry about every possibility of sickness in the book, I carry germ-x around with me in my pocket-"

"Is that why you knew about the lack of sleep shit, and-" Richie questioned, "-why you wanted me to eat something else?"

"Yeah," Eddie answered -frankly.

"So you were just worried about me?" Richie clarified, carefully.

"Well, yeah, but-"

Richie's heart skipped a beat in his chest. Maybe he really wasn't going to end things. Whatever they were.

"-that whole thing on stream, it reminded me of my Mom," Eddie clarified, and Richie could nearly hear the nerves crawling up his throat again, "-and I promised myself that I wouldn't be controlling of people I care about like she was. And then I, and then I did it. To you of all people-"

"Eds."

"-I was just like her. I told you what to do-"

"Eds-"

"-And I know that's how trauma shit works for whatever, you get used to the cycle-"

"Eds-"

"-But I promised myself, promised. And then I did it to you, the person I think I care about the most in the world-"

He had to process that one a second, but still moved forward, "Eds-"

"-And I was like my Mom to you. I was neurotic like I always am-"

"Eddie, baby, breathe," Richie spoke, loud in a gentle sort of way, but low enough to not bother the neighbors, "-You're gonna pop a fucking blood vessel, or maybe send yourself into a heart attack. And to be honest, I really don't want you to die."

There was silence on the other side of the line, but if he focused enough, he could hear frantic breaths (not as fast as they once were, but still).

"Do it with me. In," Richie started, and he could hear Eddie sucking in a breath, "-out. In, out-"

They continued like that, for longer than Richie expected to. But he didn't have a problem with it, all he really wanted was for Eddie to calm down. To bring him back down to earth, no matter how long it took. A little like it was what he was built for, and in another life, he'd been doing it for a lot longer. It felt natural.

He waited until he couldn't quite hear his breaths so loud anymore. Until it seemed comfortingly quiet.

"You okay?" Richie spoke -gently, waiting a moment.

There was just a second of silence.

"Yes, yeah," he seemed to swallow, "-I'm okay. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," Richie replied nearly instant, impulsive (brave maybe), "-like fucking ever, Eds."

Eddie was slow to respond, "Why not?"

He swallowed, hesitating (don't scare him away), but there was something else. Eddie had just been so genuine, who was he to hold back?

"You're like my favorite person," he added, laughing nervously but entirely genuine.

"Seriously?"

"Of course, yeah," Richie laughed, "-I know I talk a lot of shit, but not now. And-"

Eddie didn't say anything.

"-You're not your Mom, Eds. That... On the stream, you were just worried about me. If I didn't want to listen, I could've said no. I'm not that much of a bitch."

There was a silence, and Richie wondered for a minute if he said too much. It only lasted a second.

"Who told you that shit about yourself?"

"What?" Richie questioned -a little startled.

"Earlier," Eddie clarified, somewhat frustrated (Richie was not sure where exactly it came from), "-all that shit about you talking too much and being too clingy. Or... Or that it was always your fault?"

"I, um," Richie started, a little lost, "-old boyfriends and like... high-school bullies? But, uh, mostly old boyfriends."

"Old boyfriends?" Eddie stressed out -something fierce in his tone, "-Are you serious?"

"Uh, yeah," Richie responded -blankly.

"What kind of fucking dicks are you dating?" Eddie asked -seemingly genuinely.

"Shitty ones," Richie laughed a little nervously -deflecting, "-I guess I'm kinda used to like closeted guys, or like, the ones who don't really want to be seen with m-"

"What the fuck?"

"Yeah, I-" Richie swallowed, "-I have this thing about uh, affection. If they give it to me... I'm pretty desperate for it, so I just... I just take it where I can get it, I guess."

"You have to fucking know you deserve better than that, Rich," Eddie breathed out -voice unshakable, "-you have to."

Richie pressed his lips together for a moment, letting the words swim across his skin. He never really believed it, never, but it was gaining on him. From everyone, he got the same thing. You deserve better. And it really was so hard to believe-

"My parents don't give a fuck about me," he spoke suddenly, laughing wetly, "-they haven't like my whole life."

"Richie..."

"My sister, Maggie-" he sniffled, wiping at his eyes, "-she's the golden child, all honors, and she's on her way to be a fucking doctor. I told them I was a Twitch streamer, an official one, and all they gave me was a text. They didn't even fucking call me-"

"Richie."

"-I mean you fucking have a child, you make a human being, and then just ditch them? Because the second one is better? Who the fuck does that shit?"

"Nobody worth shit," Eddie affirmed, tone heavy with frustration.

"That's-" Richie swallowed, "-Steve, my therapist, says that's where my whole affection and attention thing comes from. That I just want it so bad because I never got it growing up. It's why I'm so... much."

"Rich, that's not bad," Eddie interrupted, something biting in his tone (Richie could tell it wasn't at him, not really), "-You're saying that like it's fucking bad."

"Eds, come on," he laughed incredulously, "-you know that I can be way too much. I'm... I'm a lot. You call me out on that shit-"

"Richie, fucking listen to me-" he stressed, and Richie felt his lips snap shut, "-I call you out on stupid shit, and you do say stupid shit-"

Richie laughed a little.

"-But, you're not too much. At least not to me," Eddie continued, sturdy (so sturdy it shook through his bones),"-and frankly anyone who says anything else is a dumbass and not fucking important."

"Eds," he tried but it was weak.

"And stop fucking talking about yourself like that," Eddie continued, and Richie felt a little like his heart might explode, "-you're one of fucking kind, Rich. I have never met a person like you, and that makes you fucking special."

Richie took a shaky breath in, and felt something twist in his chest.

"And the people who don't see that," Eddie continued, firmly, "-can also go fuck themselves."

"Thanks, Eds," he replied, a little breathless. He didn't know what else to say.

"You don't have to thank me," Eddie repeated, "-like fucking ever."

Richie smiled a little, laughing. He couldn't believe where he was at the moment. Or what he was hearing. At all. Even still, his mouth moved.

"So you're not," he just started talking, "-you're not ending it."

"You're such a dipshit," Eddie chimed in response, and he could tell he was smiling again, "-It, hasn't even started."

"Fair point," Richie commented.

And then, there was a pause. Like there was some hesitation.

"I wouldn't mind it," he finally said.

Richie furrowed his eyebrows, "Mind what?"

Eddie took a deep breath, and kind of muttered, "If it started."

Richie's heart lept into his throat.

"Like," Eddie cleared his throat, "-Like, um, fucking talking... or whatever-"

"Talking?" Richie grinned so big that it physically hurt a little, "-What are we sixteen? Do you want to go official? Put a little EK in my bio with a little heart-"

"Fuck you," he interjected, and Richie could almost tell he was flustered, "-I take it back."

"No takebacksies, sorry Spaghetti," Richie chimed back -still smiling, "-You opened the door, I get to shut it."

"Do you want to?" Eddie suddenly asked, quieter.

"Want to what?" Richie questioned, genuinely confused by the tone shift.

"Shut the door."

Richie grinned possibly brighter. He felt like he could launch into the sun and burn alive, and still be pretty happy. Joyous. He could frolic in a meadow, holding his arms out, and fall back into the flowers. All while Natasha Bedingfield's Unwritten boomed through the air.

"No, Eds," he could tell that you could hear his smile (he hoped Eddie could), "-I'm leaving that thing wide fucking open. I'd open it more if I could actually-"

"Okay, I get it," Eddie laughed, and Richie felt something in him twirl. Cheesily.

And then, there was another pause.

"Are we okay?" Richie asked, carefully.

"Yeah," Eddie answered -unflinchingly, "-better than okay."

Richie wanted to throw his pillow across the room, and kick his feet, and write in his diary (if he had one) or maybe doodle little hearts in the margins of it-

"One more thing, actually," Eddie interrupted his thought process.

"Yeah, Eds?"

"Do you remember your exes' Instagrams?"

Richie barked out a laugh, and he fell into laughter for a few seconds, "Seriously?"

"What?" Eddie was completely serious (it only made Richie laugh harder), "-They need to be fucking put in their place."

"Eds, my hero," he stressed out in a higher-pitched voice (like a damsel).

"You're such a shithead," Eddie was laughing again, and adding on, "-and I'm serious. Send them to me."

Richie laughed again and felt something flutter in his chest. He's not ending it. God, he's not ending it-

"I know, Eds, I know."

[useless-sfw-fanfictions]

Momo doesn't understand what age regression is at first...

She hears about it through Denki and Sero, who are very involved with the topic. Sero is Denki's (and Shouto's, but no one else besides Sero really knows that) caregiver.

They play video games together and do finger painting sometimes. It is really fun and is a nice way for the both of them to relax after the stresses of UA's hero course.

Denki decides that he wants to include more people with his regression and be able to go into littlespace where ever in the dorms he feels like. So, they start talking to people about it.

Some get it and some don't. Momo falls in the latter category.

"Why can't you play those games without Dino pajamas and a sippy cup?" she asks genuinely.

Denki just shrugs, grin never falling from his lips, "it's just easier to slip and have a good time overall. to not have to worry about every little stress and only focus on.. well, little things."

She nods, but it is clear to both boys that she doesn't understand.

She declines their invitation to see a play date in action, but not because she isn't curious to learn more but because she must do some research first. She hates when she doesn't know something.

Research is what takes up the rest of her evening time and so it is a few days later before she can find Denki alone to ask him more about it. She asks and he answers.

She doesn't ask to be around him while he's little for a little while still, but when she does she brings supplies. She waited until she was completely comfortable with it because she read that having an unsure atmosphere can sometimes throw a little off. So she brings stuff.

They play with Play-Doh together and make multi-colored sandwiches that she had to stop him from eating more than once. Sero says he's about four years old.

"Tanksies, Momm...oh," he says after the materials are all put away and he is laying his head on her shoulder.

The name sounded weird from his garbled speech. As if the last syllable was a mere after thought than intentional.

"What did you just call me?" she asks gently, nudging his head up so that she can meet his eyes.

He pops his thumb in his mouth and stares back at her.

Sero moves over from the other side of the room (he'd been there the whole time to keep a watchful eye on his little guy for Momo's first time with him). He sits on the other side of Denki and gently pulls the boy's thumb from his mouth.

Denki makes an argumentative sound, but Sero is there to hold his hand a shush him. Momo watches this play out while quietly observing.

"Shh, you know you can't suck on your thumb anymore. Not after you hurt yourself..."

Sero's voice takes on a tone that Momo has never heard before when he talks to Denki while he is little; more of a parental talk than she would have ever given him credit for before this moment.

Sero guides Denki to sit closer to him while he relaxes into his new spot on this couch. Denki sucks his thumb when he is anxious, so Sero had told Momo that the best thing to do is hold his hand and cuddle him.

It doesn't work this time.

"Nhnoo," Denki fights back, drawing out the consonant sounds.

"What, why not? You love cuddles," Sero watches Denki with a certain level of exasperated fondness in his eyes.

Honestly, Momo hadn't realized they were this close.

Denki shakes his head and says, "wanna still sit next to Mama." He cuddles back into Momo's side.

Sero's eyebrows shoot up to his forehead and he let's Denki snuggle close to the woman there.

Momo is speechless.

Mama?

Had he meant to say her name? Or was it intentional? She didn't know.

So she asked: "am I Mama, Denks?"

Denki's grin is immediately as he rubs his cheek into her arm and shoulder. "mhmm, yesh... Mama, mama, mama..." he murmurs, voice growing heavier with incoming sleep.

Momo maybe finally understands.

Being called that name makes her feel special. Like, his simple mind chose her to look after him. She was deemed special enough by someone in such a vulnerable position to be called that?

Sero grins at her while watching this all play out on her face while Denki snoozes against her.

Later, once Denki is big again, they ask her if the name is okay and if she'd like to be more involved in the future and she agrees immediately.

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I just love, love, LOVE Momo being her littles' Mama. She'd be such a good one, too! She'd make them all kinds of custom little gear and make sure they had plenty of snackies and didn't burn themselves on their tea. Ugh, I just love her!!

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Thinking of my mc Kira recording videos of her expressing how much she loves the characters through doing fun activities with plushies of them like:

• Putting Lucifer's plushie in a plastic bag full of water then sticking it into the freezer

• Placing Mammon's plushie on top of some stack of grimm

• Placing Levi's plushie in a blender at high power

• Giving Satan's plushie to a bunch of angry feral cats

• Covering Asmo's plushie from head to toe in play doh then dropping it in the toilet

• Surround Beel's plushie with food

• Drowning Belphie's plushie in cement then throwing it off a high building after it dries

• Trapping Dia's plush in a pickle jar then burying it in dirt

• Encasing Barb's plushie in melted cheese then putting it inside a cage full of rats while ratatouille plays

• Smash several cook books on to Solomon's plushie

• Lovingly squeeze Simeon's plushie multiple times

• Bake brownies with Luke's plushie

• Make matching outfits for Thirteen's plushie

• Throwing Mephisto's plushie onto a stampede of horses

• Using Raphael's plushie as a mop then throwing it into the wall