#stitch in real life

[brainrot-stitch]

THEYRE FINALLY DONE AREHSGJXGDH

[mimicmerchant]

Second cross stitch!

[columboscreens]

[milolovesbmc]

Gruesome Playground Injuries except House is Doug's doctor. That's it. That's the post

[onegianthotmess]

“WAIT, I CAN’T SWIM!!!”

Floyd: Hey, Shrimpy! You won’t catch fish if you’re so close to the shore! You gotta get in here!

Amelia: *in thigh deep water* Nope! No-No thanks! I-I’ll settle for trying over here! There’s a few fish!

Floyd: *goes over to Amelia* There’s nothin’ good over here, though! You gotta get deeper for the good ones, you know?

Grim: Yeah! Get over here and help me get this big one, Amelia!

Amelia: I said I’m good! I’ll eat the small ones, so don’t-

Amelia: Floyd, why are you getting so close to me?

Floyd: *picks up Amelia* I’m gonna take matters into my own hands, Shrimpy! Hope you like flying!

Amelia: WAIT! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! FLOYD LEECH, PUT ME THE HELL DOWN RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!

Floyd: As you wish, Shrimpy!

Floyd: *throws Amelia towards the deep water*

Amelia: *screaming* W-WAIT, NO, I CAN’T SWI-

*SPLASH!*

Stitch: *falls in with Amelia*

Ace: FLOYD, YOU FUCKING IDIOT, AMELIA CAN’T SWIM!!

Azul: How can a creature that can’t swim exist?

Ace: YOU’RE JUST GOING TO STAY THERE?! HELP ME WITH AMELIA AND STITCH!

Azul: I hear you, I hear you. Floyd, go get Amelia while I get Stitch!

Floyd: Fine!

Five minutes later, on the shore…

Azul: *leaning over an unconscious Amelia* She wasn’t down for long, so how is she un-

Amelia: *pukes up seawater on Azul’s clothes*

Azul: WHY ON ME?!

Amelia: *coughing* Because…you’re a…bitch…?

Grim: Amelia’s alive!

Floyd: Why didn’t ya tell me you couldn’t swim, Shrimpy?

Amelia: *panting* I was…trying to. You just…never fucking listen!

Floyd: Okay, I’ll admit it was my bad. And so you won’t skin me alive, how ‘bout I cook tonight, yeah?

Amelia: As long as it’s properly prepared, I’ll eat any seafood.

Floyd: Fine by me.

Floyd: *turns to Ace* Crabby, could you take Amelia and Stitch back to the house and then go gather some fruit? I think I saw some oranges that would make a great sauce.

Ace: Alright. C’mon, Amelia.

Amelia: *holds up a hand to stop Ace before throwing up more seawater in Azul*

Azul: WHY?!!?

Amelia: *coughing* Again, you are..a bitch.

Ace: Ready now?

Amelia: Yeah, but you’ll have to help me. I’m really dizzy and I can’t tell which of the three Aces in front of me is the real one…

Ace: *stands up with Amelia, her arm over his shoulders for support* There we go. C’mon, Stitch. It’s back to the house for you and Amelia.

Stitch: Yeah!

Grim: Hey! You can’t take my hench-human away from me! I’m comin’ too!

Later, at the bungalow…

Riddle: *sees Ace helping Amelia* Oh, Great Sevens, what happened to Amelia?!

Ace: Floyd happened.

Riddle: I understand that part, but what exactly did Floyd do?

Amelia: The fucking leech threw me into the water while I tried to explain that I can’t swim at all.

Lilia: *pops out of nowhere* Oh, you poor girl! I’ll take you to the hammock I just made!

Amelia: Oh, wait- *bends over and throws up even more seawater on the ground*

Ace: Amelia, you already threw up seawater on Azul twice! How’re you still throwing up more?!

Amelia: *coughs* I could feel the third time coming, I just had to wait it out…

Jack: *holds up three fingers* How many fingers am I holding up, Amelia?

Amelia: *squints* Either seven or nine?

Lilia: Alright, time to get you to the hammock!

Lilia: *picks up Amelia* You need a nice nap, young lady!

Amelia: Stitch fell in, too. His molecular density is too great to allow him to swim.

Lilia: Alright then! Stitch, you’ll nap with Amelia!

Stitch: Yeah! *follows Lilia*

Grim: Hey! Quit forgettin’ me!

[lalagoona]

Not Deuce third wheeling 💀

[sparingiscaring]

So I've been thinking about Parabolan reflections for my guys for a bit, and finally narrowed them down! Both Leigh and Emery's reflections incorporate a clear element of non-humanness, due to the connection shared between the two.

Being a less-than-natural person, Emery's reflection is a stitched together toy in the approximation of a human. There's no mistaking him for a person- in motion, he's too exaggerated, and his ability to speak is completely gone, as a result of his mouth only being stitching. His outfit is inspired by some of my own plush toys growing up, as well as some depictions of both clowns and court jesters. You can't take something so fake seriously, after all!

Leigh's reflection passes for human far better, but his fake is unchanging- it is a mask, with painted on freckles and cheeks and teeth, and only darkness and pupils are visible in the hollows of his eyes. A red ribbon takes the place of his Red Science gills, and functions similarly to the classic children's tale, The Girl with the Green Ribbon - if ever untied, his 'head' would fall off, revealing that all he ever was to be clothes, a wig, and a mask, with absolutely nothing beneath. He's mostly inspired by fashion from the late Victorian and early Edwardian - and his smiling mask is shamelessly inspired by one a Parabolan Nightmare once gave him :3

[dipyronegirl]

thinking (and rewatching..) inside job again and i dont think rand is that bad of a father? i mean, he made a lot of mistakes and he doesn’t even feel bad ab it, even tho he traumatized reagan and a lot, but he was never absent. he acts like he cared ab reagan’s career just bc it could help his career, but that’s not true. he pushes her to be the best all the time and it’s bad, but he genuinely cares ab her so much. and the whole ‘creating crises to force her to hang out w him’ thing is fucked up, but it’s cute that he just wants to hang out w her that bad. most fathers literally don’t care enough ab their kids to do any of that. most fathers don’t even know their kids as much as he knows her. maybe my standards are just insanely low, probably, but he’s a better parent than 90% of the parents i know

[vanillabeenflower]

[Made in IbisPaint X]

What if Polly’s fur was actually previously white like an arctic fox’s, and the Uncommon Cold was just something that turned your fur blue as long as you had it

This is something called the Unfrozen AU, where Polly’s fur changes color after being cured from their TUC

This is before they met Doom so he’s not there. Yet.

Omg and I just thought of something, TUC makes your body icy and frozen, so when Polly is cured, Barry enters the room and touches his arm or hand to examine his new fur closer, and he makes an awestruck remark on how soft and warm his fur feels!! Since he only felt her fur when they were sick and didn’t know how warm it was or it’s actual texture!!!

I’m thinking back to that scene in Fact or Fiction where Barry feels Uni’s wings and was completely in awe at how soft they were, so I think that would happen. that is all

[veliseraptor]

it would be nice if there was some kind of tangible difference between "nauseated because anxious," "nauseated because hungry," "nauseated because made bad food choices," or "who even knows, this is just happening now apparently."

there isn't! as far as I can tell. so I'm just trying to decide if I should make dinner now or try to wait it out. it's a struggle, my lads

[buildabeardaily]

Todays build a bear of the day is: Spooky Fun Stitch!

[mimicmerchant]

Finished my first cross stitch! For a friend with a love of dumb internet memes and an upcoming art-gallery-themed birthday party.

flower bouquet pattern (altered for the text)

Stupid libertarian police copy pasta

[tattooedsiren]

so this morning i had a skin cancer and four cysts removed from my head. #wearsunscreen

please to be reccing me your fave comfort/easy watch shows since i'll be on the couch for the next few days recovering.

[readingwriter92]

Welp we can add a third fic to the list of ones that have made me cry in the decade~ of me reading fic

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

When British writers come up with an American character’s dialogue and give them the most painfully British things to say with their American accent and inflection and it makes the actor come off as stiff. :P

[televinita]

I hate small independent coffee shops.

Sometimes I'm like, cool, I love that I've grown out of my anxiety! and then a mildly distressing, confusing or unfamiliar situation happens and I melt down on the spot.

(this is long i had to get it out)

BACKGROUND/THE PLAN: get my dad some Real Maple Sugar Candy for Christmas, because he nostalgically mentioned that being his favorite Christmas treat as a kid. Some people online say it's only for sale in season (approx. Feb-March) but there are a flobbity billion small independent farms in the northeast offering such treats for sale online right now, so surely Minnesota has some too. Because I'm not paying as much or more for shipping if I can simply go pick some up myself.

Small local/specialty candy store didn't have any, but after some googling, I found this indie coffee shop, Native-American-owned, that the internet says sells the stuff, so that seems promising. It's near a place I have to go to pick up another present anyway, so, 2 birds etc!

THE TODAY PLAN: Sit in the parking lot for 20 minutes to psych myself up first, because ordering in these places is always awkward AF as you try to find a place to stand and browse what's for sale and where the menu and prices are while the person behind the counter is asking for your order 3 seconds after you open the door.

So to make this as clear and logical as I can, I've decided that I will treat myself to a drink while I'm here. I will simply order the first and easiest thing I see on the menu (small coffee, or perhaps a latte/cappuccino), and then add the candy to my order because it would just be silly to go into a coffee shop for candy alone, right, especially if i get a really small portion of it, depending on price.

HOW THAT GOES: the place seems the usual amount of scary (people sitting at tables and in chairs, all pretty crowded together) but it's also cute, and thank god there are 2 people in line ahead of me so I have a minute or two to peruse. Cappuccino, $4.75, one size! That's perfect. It's probably only 8-10 ounces but still less out of pocket than at a chain store these days. I don't see any candy for sale, so when it's my turn, I order and then smoothly ask if they sell it.

"No, that was just for our pop-up shop," she says sympathetically, in a tone that says she's definitely been asked this before. So, on the one hand DAMN IT!!!!!! But on the other, she didn't make me feel stupid for asking AND I'm getting a nice warm drink out of it soon to combat the cold and blustery day, so I can go home satisfied enough since this was my last stop. After minor confusion when I'm supposed to scribbled a 'signature' with just my finger on the electronic pad, I'm good! This is the best outcome I could have asked for in a case of disappointment!

At this point: I would like to note it's 2:30 in the afternoon on a Thursday, i.e. not when I would expect a coffee shop to be crazy-busy.

WHAT NOW? I'm not really sure where to wait, since everyone else wanted their orders for here rather than to-go, but I just kind of step to the side while she takes the order of the last person behind me, and then gets to work. It's actually quite pleasant at first, because now I can scan the board at my leisure, try to commit some items and prices to memory, might come back here w/ husband actually! It is cozy as long as you can find a spot.

Anyway, it takes about 5 minutes from the time I first started waiting to when the first drink is called. It feels like a very long time standing there increasingly conspicuously while eeeeeeveryone else is sitting down, but I don't think it was. I consider finding a spot to sit and wait too, but the place is about 75% full already. It would be rude to take up a whole table for myself if I'm going to be out of here soon, what if a group of people suddenly comes in.

Second drink is called. I realize now that this is not, in fact, either of the drinks ordered ahead of mine. Starting to get slightly stressed, so I pull out my phone which has no data plan and pretend I can actually browse the internet on it. I don't need a table, you see, because I can play on my phone anywhere! Also I'm totally not impatient!

A third drink is called. It is still not for either of the people ahead of me.

HELLO ANXIETY MY OLD FRIEND: I find while looking down at my screen that my eyes are suddenly full of tears, as if I were back in college or the one and only time we tried to go out and do something with husband's friends. Because I SHOULD have sat down, I realize now, but also now it's too late to ~suddenly~ decide to "casually" sit down like I knew what I was doing and only planned to move now the whole time. Also there are people everywhere, and they will Look at me because movement is an aberration that draws the eye. They truly are every damn where, this place is the size of a postage stamp. I'm beginning to feel like I'm also standing too close to the table with people at it behind me, but I simply don't know how to move now.

The tears blink down. I try to wipe them discreetly but it's a double-attack so I just have to go for it and hope not many people were looking. Well, that sucks and I definitely can't raise my head now, but if I can get my drink soon, soon, soon, I can still avoid looking her in the eye as i grab it and run away and never come back here again. My face is fully red with embarrassment, heart rate is steadily picking up tempo and I have Located The Exits and am beginning to contemplate an upsetting but potential alternate move.

PLOT TWIST! IT GETS WORSE: There are now 3 people standing at the register, so she takes a break to collect their orders before it gets backed up too far, since she's working alone. I am momentarily relieved when one of the new people also stands nearby to wait, even though now I'm occupied in wondering how obvious it is that I'm crying and if he can tell and/or is going to be awkward about it.

I elect to pretend I have just gotten Terrible News and am trying to Hold It Together while tapping out a fake reply about calling someone as soon as I can. That would be a perfectly acceptable reason for an adult woman staring at her phone in a coffee shop to have tears on her face. Bad news is extra-bad during the holiday season.

One of the people ordering seems to be dictating a very complicated order as it is taking longer than average.

I'm also starting to panic about how many more people might have already been in the ordering queue before I got here.

WORSER: And it is at that point, where it has now been close to ten minutes (this would NEVER happen at Starbucks Caribou!) and what if I actually stand here like a fucking idiot who doesn't know how coffee shops work for a full quarter of an hour or even more and it's still not ready?? that I find to my sudden alarm I am crying and can't stop. Silently, but a faucet has been turned on and water is simply streaming out of my eyes. And, oh dear...now my face is starting to contort involuntarily, beyond my control.

FUCK IT, WE BAIL: That's right. I am simply unable to hold it together any longer and have already accepted my losses. It feels awful and stupid and unfair and I might has well have just pulled a $5 bill out of my pocket and lit it on fire, but I have reached my limit. The path to the door is no longer blocked by the line so I beeline straight for it. If anyone tries to stop me or call after me, I won't falter or care, I am Done. No coffee 4 me.

Of course the door I aim for turns out to be locked, so I have to pivot (and pass another table of people), but at least the door I came through is only a few feet away so I'm out a second later, striding away and now full-on sobbing because all I wanted was a goddamn hot drink and it was so scary and intimidating to go into this stupid tiny weird hipster space I didn't even want to go to in the first place, but I DID it only to have to PAY OUT MONEY and still not get ANYTHING AT ALL.

I got in the car and sped out of the parking lot and the coffee shop's line of sight as fast as I could. I hope the worker isn't too upset about wasting a drink/not knowing what to do with it; maybe one of the seven billion people who saw me crying on my way out can let her know I'm probably not coming back, while they gossip to each other about why anyone would do something so weird and not say a word.

SIDE QUEST: ...then I immediately spent like 2 full minutes panicking that my car was suddenly breaking down because it sounded really loud when I accelerated, and whenever I took my foot off the gas it immediately started slowing down, like not just coasting, but like I'd taken my foot off the gas while going up a hill. Pulled over in a panic, wondering what to do if my car died on the spot. Finally realized in my haste to leave, I had put the gearshift on whatever "B" is instead of "Drive." Instantly fixed, but wow what a fun cap to my day!!

AND IN THE END: Stopped hyperventilating pretty quickly once in the car, but still cried intermittently the whole way home. And again when I thought about trying to explain how something this small and silly got me so upset. I cried harder the whole time I was writing this post and reliving the experience while still being really upset that I didn't get my drink (despite paying for it!! but I obviously didn't have the wits to cancel my drink order so I can't get the money back if ingredients were wasted on it), mostly because i NEVER treat myself to fancy coffee drinks in take-out cups. It has literally been over two hours since this happened and I'm still crying.

To be fair, I haven't cried in a while -- about 6 weeks since I cried at all, and longer since I had a full and exhausting weeping session that usually a good sad book can provide me with -- and when I haven't done either of those but especially the latter in a while, the tears get all backed up. But still.

Anyway, that's the story of my really crappy Thursday and in conclusion, I remain firm in my hatred of small independent coffee shops.

P.S. Joke's on me because now between the lost coffee order and the gas I already spent driving to two places in vain, I believe I've spent somewhere in the neighborhood of $8, which would sure have made a dent in the cost of shipping. Far too late to order in time for Chistmas now, though, anyway.