#swing bot

[qui-gg]

Weekly dump of nonsense!

[6qubed]

I DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM

YOU HAVE A PROBLEM

BLURRY BASTARD

ONE OF YOU FUCKERS BETTER GIMME ANOTHER ROUND I DON’T CARE HOW PRETTY YOU ARE THAT’S NO EXCUSE FOR LAZINESS

[chibitorra]

TUMBLR PLZ DHDKSJDJDKDKSKDJFKFL

[erabundus]

he's just cleaning up an unsightly little mess; nothing worth CONCERNING yourself over ...

[kply-industries]

[silverdeer]

"And a chair to thee!"

[promithiae]

I need to be stopped

[kay-southpaw]

This is getting out of hand...

[librinaut]

It's weird to me how many people and especially "progressive" people and other bisexual women feel uncomfortable or even attacked when I say that I decided to never date men and or/that I have a high preference for women and thus not dating men doesn't feel like a big deal or that I'm missing out on something. While nobody ever questions why the majority of bi women is encouraged to date men, prefers to date men and/or ultimately ends up with a man despite the fact that we are statistically the group of people most at risk of abuse in a relationship esp with men.

For me it's not only self protection but also something that comes very easily to me since I never had big feelings men and just find one every five or six years to be sexually attractive. I acknowledge that it won't be this easy for every bi woman since bisexuality (as opposed to homosexuality and heterosexuality) is quite the spectrum and preferences are different for every bi person. But still. It's less about which choice I or another woman makes, it's more about which choice is encouraged everywhere and which choice is actively discouraged by a supposedly progressive, feminist and lgbt friendly community and peers.

I kid you not, I got told such incredibly "progressive" things such as "but you can't exclude men! You are supposed to date both men and women as a bi woman (thats unfair, you are supposed to be sexually available to everyone)". Or "And the good thing is, you can change your mind anytime when Mr right finally arrives (you WILL end up with a man, your choices dont matter)". Or "so you are a lesbian? (Implying that lesbianism/sexuality is a choice and not innate, which is homophobic. Also implying that no woman can ever choose to not date men if her innate sexuality " includes" them)". Or "but you'd still have a threesome with a man and a woman right? (But you will AT LEAST fuck men right?)".

These came ALL from leftist, LGBT or LGBT friendly people and many of them from other bi women. And now I see bi (and het) women from the US making this choice (not having sex with or dating men) with roe vs wade in mind but receiving criticism from the right and the left for "excluding men" (from her sex life/having access to her body). A woman that actively chooses what she wants to do with herself/her own body makes people incredibly angry, even more so when it's about sex or birth.

I once read that conservative men want to control a womans power to give birth/create life, while leftist men want to control how sexually available a woman is. And this is 100% my experience. A leftist man will be fine with you choosing to abort (doesnt make you less available sexually), but choosing not to fuck him or date him is wrong. And when I say "leftist man" I mean literally leftist men but also their mindset. And just as conservative women will defend the mindset of the conservative male womb-envy, the progressives will defend the mindset of the leftist male "women need to be available to me" mindset.

[nonbinary-hacker]

The funniest thing about the Dead Internet Theory (TM) is that it’s completely disproven if you spent approximately three seconds on tumblr. Like, do you really think AI could come up with Spiders Georg? The Color Of The Sky? All the fandom bullshit on here????? Yeah no, only human stupidity could create the bakudeku/todoroki ship wars. I have never watched bnha.

[inkdrinkerworld]

omgg sunshine reader and her baby bots are an epitome of cuteness 😤🥺 i bet she would refuse to call then any other name than baby bots and watch miguel slowly loosing a battle - he will end up calling them like that too 😭

a continuation from this blurb

"miguel, your baby bots are dancing on the kitchen table." you giggle as you watch them, your boyfriend diligently over the stove.

he's been trying to show you some of the stuff he grew up eating, in an attempt to feeling closer to you and the people he's without.

"nano-bots, mi vida." he taps something on his watch and they all fall flat, no longr animated.

"why'd you kill them?" he turns to you, finding you leaning on the table and poking the nano-bots. "make the baby bots dance again, please."

"they're not toys," he says as he animates them again, watching your smile come back as you watch them dance.

three weeks later, he's swinging through your bedroom window, showing you a new nano-bot.

"look at this new baby bot," he curses after saying it, "nano-bot."

you smile, watching the new bot that's completely mat and a little bigger than the others.

"what's this baby bot do?" miguel shakes his head, falling back on the bed.

"this one just dances," he taps on it twice and as he's said it starts jumping and twirling in his palm, lighting up in blue and green hues. "it's for you."

you pepper kisses on his cheek, "you're a real mush, y'know that?"

he rolls his eyes, but pulls you closer for a proper kiss. "no one will believe you, or your baby bot."

"i thought they were, 'nano-bots'?" you say he word in his stern voice and miguel flushes, cheeks painted a warm rosy colour.

"shut up and kiss me."

[canisonicscrewyou]

Has anyone else gotten followed by like a TON of spam blogs in the last few days??

[somerandomdudelmao]

I think the thing I keep coming back to is not the enormity of their love it's the mmmm. Consistency maybe? I'm not sure that's the right word.

It's the way it manifests, right? Because of course they love each other, they're family, they're each others whole heart. Of course Mikey will sacrifice his youth to burn the kraang out of Casey. Of course Raph would give the generator at his heart to keep Leo and Mikey and Casey safe. Of course Leo would stay behind with Mikey in a ruined world. Of course Donnie would walk onto a battlefield half dead and fight the kraang off for his brothers. Of course Casey would break the laws of the universe to bring the four of them back.

Of course they would. Because they're each other's whole world. There's no ask that's too large. There's no task too impossible. There's no fight that's too dangerous. Of course they'd hand out these actions, these definitive declarations of love.

Because what other choice is there? When the options are do it or let your family suffer the answer is obvious. The answer is easy.

And those are wonderful ploy points, they're wonderful dynamics and moments and declarations. But they're not what I keep coming back to.

I keep coming back to Leo giving Mikey his hoodie when Mikey wants comfort. To Casey wrapping baby Leo in blankets. To April finding the Jupiter Jim movie and bringing it to watch with Donnie. To Donnie making Mikey young again. To Leo giving Casey piggyback rides, and swinging him around for fun. To Mikey letting Leo's scarf and tassels float with magic. To Donnie letting Casey lay on him. To Raph commiserating with Leo that Casey doesn't remember him. To Mikey comforting Raph when he lost his eye.

To Donnie showing Casey the rain.

Because when you love someone it's easy to give everything for them. To sacrifice yourself, your safety, your life. When the problem is "do something or watch them suffer, watch them die" there's no question to be asked. There's no alternative action to be taken.

But it's harder to remember to do the hundreds of insignificant things that are the actually important bits. The things that you dont have to do. Because no one will die if Mikey doesn't get Leo's hoodie. No one will be in danger if Leo's scarf doesn't blow in magical wind. No one would worry if Casey never saw the rain.

But they're love isn't just about saving each other or protecting each other. It's not about the sacrifice, it never has been.

It's about waking up each day, and spending each moment caring for someone so deeply that you take the time to find your old hoodie wherever it thrown last. Trusting someone so wholly that you share the ways you feel, even when you know there's nothing to be done about it.

Because in the end Casey wouldn't have known to miss the rain. He couldn't have cared either way about it. But Donnie wanted Casey to experience what he viewed as a small joy.

And I think that's what I've been circling for the last 500 or so words. The small joy. And the constant, consistent, never ending effort of creating that small joy for the ones you love. For comforting them. For making them smile.

And what I come back to, over and over, is that the huge moments, where it's all or nothing, when it's time to put everything on the line for those you love, means absolutely nothing unless it's backed by hundreds of thousands of moments where you sacrifice nothing more than a bit of time, or a bit of effort, or a bit of convenience. If you haven't spent your whole life doing the things that aren't a given, and aren't necessary.

Ohhh, it does things to my brain.

One thing I keep reminding myself of throughout the creation of a comic is consistency. I often want to twist some situation so that it's something new and surprising for the characters. You know, in terms of emotions and dynamics.

When Raph bot came home alive and Leo cried. A little voice inside me was saying "what if this is the first time Casey sees Leo cry? Show his reaction! Show how surprised he is!"

Or when Mikey levitates someone. "Come on, draw a surprised face. Levitation is surprising!"

All those little family moments. I keep reminding myself that they are not a group of strangers who become family. They are family. The family family. The familiest family ever jfjfbfhdksk

So instead of

"oh wow did he do that??"

it's

"well of course he did that."

It's about caring and giving and loving to the point where it's something naturally subconscious.

[sdr2lovemail]

Could you write something about Sun and Moon being irritated/jealous that they can't kiss the reader (the maintenance worker one) with their mouths like a human can so the reader shows them about all the other ways to kiss? Like kissing Sun's hand up his arm to his cheek until he is giggling so loudly Vanessa thinks he's gone off his rocker, or gently kissing Moon's forehead all the way down to where his heart would be? Even better if the maintenance reader leaves behind little lipstick marks on their face for Monty and the gang to laugh about :D

Inspired by that one tumblr post about a guy walking out with a few lipstick kiss marks and then saying "you should see what they did to the other guy" in a stereotypical mobster voice before said other guy drunkenly walks out absolutely covered in lipstick marks, sfw of course I want Fluff I want Affection I want Lovey Dovey-ness if you think you could swing it, just the softest silliest thing you can write, and keep up the good work anywho :')

I have no mouth, and I must kiss. (GN Reader but they do wear lipstick) Synopsis: After a play full of heartbreak and tragedy, Sun realizes that he'll never be able to kiss you. You remedy the situation.

Notes: It's been almost 2 years since I've written a fnaf fic, I feel rusty. Help wanted 2 got me calling my old mans' numbers. That's a joke they never left my phone. Anon if you're still out there, I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labors.

Requests are open!

Children are very persuasive. While you originally came to the daycare to fix a broken screen, you’ve ended up in a play. Decked out with a foam sword, you act as the story’s brave knight. Once you’ve slain the dragon, a kid wearing a Monty hood, your princess awaits.

“My dear knight! You saved me from the evil dragon!” Sun swoons. Instead of his waist frills, he’s worn a bright yellow skirt. Dangling from a few of his rays was a princess cap. The bells on his wrist jingle as he clasps his hands. “Is there any way I can repay you?”

You press a hand against your heart and bow your head. “There is no need, Princess. Protecting you is my sworn duty.” You’d say your acting wasn’t half bad for an underpaid maintenance worker.

“The princess has to kiss the knight!” A kid called from the audience.

Sun felt rigid like his joints were locking up. He hoped you couldn’t hear his fans kicking on as his body temperature rose. He would love to kiss you but wanted the moment to be perfect. “N-now friend, we don-”

“Mr. Sun can’t kiss them! He doesn’t have a mouth!” Another kid argued. Something about what they said made Sun feel weird.

“Yes, he does! It just can’t open.” 

Sun lets out a huff, turning to you. “They’re getting cranky. It must be snack time. I’ll pass them out quickly. That way, we can spend time together!” He bounced on the balls of his feet, eager for you to stick around.

Your fazwatch pings with an alert: a S.T.A.F.F. bot got stuck in Monty Golf. “Oh, sorry, Sun. I have another job to do. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Sun would be frowning if his faceplate could move. He quickly perks up and sets his hands on your shoulders. “Right! Right, right, right, you have a job. Responsibilities! I’ll- I’ll see you at closing. Buh-bye, friend!” The jester waves you goodbye before sighing, hurrying to pass out snacks before someone throws a tantrum.

The rest of your day goes as smoothly as working as the Pizza Plex could be. It was after closing time, and you were doing your final tasks. The glamrocks were in their rooms, the S.T.A.F.F bots were on their set paths, and nothing on the floor needed fixing. The last place you needed to check on was the daycare. 

Walking through the big wooden doors, Sun is nowhere to be seen. You call his name, followed by Moon’s, but still nothing. Shrugging it off, you make your rounds, checking everything is in place. During the sweep, you could hear muffled words from a storage closet.

“Do you think they’ve kissed anyone, Moon? We can’t do that…” That was the unmistakable voice of Sun. “I wonder what it would be like. Hmph, even the glamrocks can move their mouths…” He grumbles.

When you open the door, Sun jumps like he’s been shocked. He scrambled to stand up. “Ah! Oh, hi! You’re here early!”

“It’s almost eleven. I’ve been here for almost thirty minutes.” You say, checking your watch. “What were you talking about?”

“Would you believe me if I said nothing?” The daycare attendant tilts his head, his faceplate spinning a bit.

“No, I would not.”

Sun sighs as he sits back on the closet floor, his legs crisscrossed and his hands holding his face. Taking a seat next to him, you ask him what’s wrong.

“I was just thinking about some stuff after our play. Moon and I can’t kiss you!” He flops over dramatically as if he’d heard tragic news. “Our face is stuck in this stupid smile!” He tugs on one of his rays, angry at his lack of facial mobility.

“Hey, I don’t mind that you guys can’t kiss me. There’s more to a relationship than that. Besides, there are other ways to kiss.”

This breaks him out of his kissless stupor. “There are? Tell me, tell me!” Sun practically shakes where he sits. “Better yet, show me!” He opens his arms wide, inviting you to do as you please.

Taking one of his large hands in your own, you place a kiss on the back of his hand, leaving a lipstick mark on the shiny plastic. While he didn’t have pupils, you could feel Sun’s eyes burning into you. He didn’t want to miss a single second!

The touch sensors in his arms and hands weren’t that sensitive. Kids sure did like to scratch, kick, and bite. But even so, he could still feel your lips pressing fluttering kisses to his casing. Laughter bubbled up in his voice box. 

Kiss after kiss lined Sun’s arm. Even if it left stains, this is one mess he could let slide. You took his other arm in your hands, mimicking your previous affections. Kissing back up his arms, you reach his faceplate. Sun’s giggling gets louder as your lips kiss the hard surface of his cheeks.

“Hey, your shift’s almost over. Get ready to clock out.” Vanessa’s voice rings from your watch. 

When you pull away to answer, Sun tries to follow your lips. “Alright, I’ll be at the office in a moment.” Sun lets out another round of laughter.

“Oh, you’re with him… Your pay gets docked when you stay overtime, you know. Make sure to leave before the shutters close.” With that last sentence, Vanessa cuts off her line.

With excited, shaking hands, Sun brings your face closer to his. “Keep kissing me! Please, please, please!” His begging is cut short as he listens to Moon say something. “Awww, but I’m not done!” Sun still gets up to turn the lights off, moping the whole way there.

Bright red optics suddenly appear in front of your eyes. The lights glow against your skin. Moon clicks a flashlight on, making his faceplate look more menacing than he probably intended. “You weren’t thinking about leaving, were you? Not when you haven’t given me the same attention Sun got, right?” 

“Oh, of course not, Moon!” Cupping his face in your hands, you leave a kiss mark on his forehead.

You bring your trail of kisses down to his nose, trailing along the curve, up to the corner of his eye. Moon lets out that raspy laugh of his. He tugs you closer, craving the warmth of your skin against the cold of his plastic.

He watched as you kissed down his face and neared his chest. “Sun was whining all day, worrying over us not being able to kiss you.” Moon snickered. “He was fretting over nothing, as usual. But I must admit, he’s right about some things.” 

His ‘breath’ hitched as he watched you kiss right where his heart would be. The fans in his chest cavity kicked into overdrive as they tried to cool his circuits, trying their best not to overheat. “Kissing you would be a dream.” 

Letting out a laugh of your own, you press another soft kiss on Moon’s chest. “I guess I’ll have to do the kissing for all three of us.” Punctuating your sappy sentence, you kiss their sculpted-on smile. An audible puff of air leaves the daycare attendant’s chassis.

 “Attention Pizza Plex Guests and Staff. The Pizza Plex’s doors will close in ten minutes.” An automated voice rang over the building’s speakers.

More alert than before, you get up from the closet door. “I gotta go!” You were not trying to spend the night here. “Bye, Moon. Bye, Sun. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget to wash that lipstick off!”

They weren’t really listening, absolutely high on kisses. For a few hours, they simply rest in the daycare’s storage closet, gushing to each other about you. Well, more Sun than Moon.

Once it was time for Moon to do his rounds around the Pizza Plex, he’d forgotten about the lipstick covering his exoskeleton. It wasn’t until Monty knocked on the glass of his room.

“You having a good night, Moon?” It was like the smirk in Monty’s voice was audible from his voicebox. “Seems like you had a lot of fun.”

Seeing his reflection in the glass, Moon lets out a growl. How could he forget to wash off all this lipstick? “Not a word of this to anyone.” Moon scratched his fingers down the window, leaving marks behind. He turns tail to head back to the daycare and wash the stains off of himself.

Unknowing to the lunar animatronic, Monty had already sent a message to all the other bots.

[ghouljams]

The Android!Ghost au you’ve talked about is giving « the guy is actually more of a heavily modified human (probably against his will too) than a complete android » and I’m living for this kind of stuff. Please, let’s keep talking about it.

:3c Ghost in the Shell(1995)-core

You've always been more at home with androids than with regular people. They're not as loud, they don't ask prodding questions, you know exactly where you stand with them. They don't care that you'd rather be in your workshop than... wherever normal people go when they're bored. You work on one of the heavy mechs during your lunch break. The bot hands tools up to you while you sit on its shoulder, its huge fingers delicately holding your rivet gun as you try to avoid breaking out the welding machine. It's not looking good.

"It's really stuck on here XG-9," You tell the mech, listening to the click of its cameras as they adjust to the new information.

"I can wait until yearly maintenance, this issue is not impeding my primary motor functions."

You roll your eyes, bots always say that. You know well enough that just because something isn't hurting now, doesn't mean it won't hurt later. Or, impede function later. You have to correct yourself on that. The mech technically doesn't feel anything, its diagnostic picked up a blip and it asked you to fix it. You scratch your head with a sigh and grab the offered hand to swing down.

Ghost is standing there waiting for you when you land. You take a step back, just a hair too close to the android for your own comfort. He cocks his head to the side. You're struck again by how quiet he is. Not just in the silent manner he regards you, but the silence with which his body functions. Androids aren't loud, not unless they're malfunctioning, but you can hear them. It's, well, ghostly. You wonder if that's how he got the nickname.

"What's wrong with 9?" He asks, there's no concern in his voice, why would there be?

"One of his casings is tight, it's compressing a motor," You report, glancing up at the mech. It's busy setting your tools back into their casings, giant hands careful with your pieces.

"His?" Ghost questions, and you hear his cameras click, dialing in to observe you. It's not a secret on base that you have a tendency to personify even the trash-droids. You don't rise to the bait. Ghost turns his attention to the mech instead. "You good 9?"

"Functioning within parameters Lieutenant," The mech chirps. Ghost nods and looks back at you.

"He's fine."

You sigh and go to gather your tools, grab a bite of your sandwich. You assume the lieutenant needs something fixed or he wouldn't be here. Lieutenant. That's unusual. Not unheard of, but definitely rare. Rare enough you don't think you've ever met an android that has the honor of a rank. Not one still in commission at least. You stare at him over your bread, inspecting him for any twitch in her servos.

He's beautiful machinery. Everything about him moves and flows as naturally as flesh and blood should. You've been thinking about what to use for his musculature since you last worked on him. Looked like some sort of aluminum poly... kev-spring... God you don't know, you're grasping at straws. Irreplaceable that's what it is.

"What d'you need?" You ask between bites. Gotta be something, androids don't come looking for you for no reason. They're not curious, they don't wonder how you're doing. They certainly don't stop to watch you work. Curiosity is a human emotion.

"Back plates need to be realigned, you didn't put them back right." He tells you. You nearly choke on your sandwich, thumping your chest and coughing as he stares down at you.

"Excuse me?" You cough in disbelief. Never in all your years as a mechanic have you been accused of such a thing. You glower at Ghost and set your food down. You twirl your finger to have him turn around, he does without complaint, stripping his zip-up off as he does. You don't know why he needs a jacket, not like he gets cold, but you suppose it helps him blend in. Although if he wanted to blend in he could've opted for a more human face plate.

You push his tee up, fingers skimming his synthetic skin, checking the black plated spine for misaligned pieces. Everything feels in order. You grab one of your micro screwdrivers and tap the tiny flat-head against the seams of his spine, testing for gaps. You push his shirt up higher, lean closer to get a better view. This would really be easier if he was sitting- no, laying down. His chest expands and contracts with false breaths, your working theory is exhaust release, but under your hand it feels like life.

You press the button at the top of his spine, watch the plates disengage and pop up. Starting at the bottom you push each one, manually, back into place. There's a small click that lets you know the plate is engaged, and his T5 doesn't click.

You grumble to yourself, and grab your glasses from your tool set along with a pair of needle nose pliers. It's an easy fix, a little fiddly, but you manage to manually hook the latch into place. You make a mental note to order a spare part. The rest of his spine lays down easily, neat clicks that you monitor more closely now that you've had to fix one. When you reach the top you make sure to press the plate on either side of his spine firmly into place before locking up the whole thing. There's a soft hiss, and a release of steam between the panels when you engage the lock.

Ghost rolls his shoulders with a soft groan as you drop his shirt back into place. "Fuck that feels good," He sighs, his modulator sighs. You frown, replacing your tools. It shouldn't feel like anything.

"Yeah?" You ask, human curiosity getting the better of you.

"Like gettin' my back cracked," Ghost hums, he twists at his waist like he's stretching out his muscles. Beautiful machinery, that looks and acts like a beautiful man. You think you understand why he wouldn't want a human face, he'd attract too much attention.

"Glad I could help," You look away from him, back to your tools, "I'll order a new part, should fix the misalignment permanently." You'll keep this fix off the books for now. It's too strange- Ghost is too strange. He almost feels human, but he can't be you've seen his mechanics. He can't be.

[msdoodlesposts]

Happy Valentine day!

Mrs Rich!Player x DogDay!Rich! (And friends ) AU

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“Richie” you muttered as you turned over and reached over for your fluffy partner.

Only to hear a lightly squeak. You sat up and looked down having accidentally hitted the small Bobby Bearhug doll who looked up at you, annoyed at being squish.

“What the-“ you started and lifted up the blankets only to find the rest of the Critter gang snuggling against her legs and , no wonder you felt warm.

“Ok-no you guys know the rules no surprise cuddles” you said shaking your legs to get them away and you swing your legs over to the side of your bed, you reach for your clock only to find it gone and your blink before turning your head to the 6 smiling critters looking at you as they sat on the bed.

“Ok which of you little brats ate my alarm clock? I’m looking at you pig” you said looking at PickyPig who burp a bit which cause the Clock inside the ring a bit.

You took in a deep breath still trying to figure out why you let Rich and Theo convince you to bring these 6 back home.

You open your drawer and got out your wristwatch and blink seeing it was almost 9. You had your alarm normally set for 6 to get started on your day.

You got up and looked over at the plushies still on your bed and made a shooing motion “go, go find your leader” you spoke you didn’t say which one exactly though.

You went to the bathroom to get your morning started and was more confuse when you came back out and the dolls were still there.

Usually by more they would be off looking for one if the larger critters…unless someone told them to stay in the room.

You were proven right when you tried to head out only to get tackle back.

For tiny things they were stronger together.

“Don’t make me get the lighter!” You threaten and that was enough to cause them to back up.

You sat up and frown seeing their sad faces, you didn’t like useing threats but sometimes it was needed.

You stood up, making sure they weren’t going to try and tackle you again before heading out, you heard them fallow right behind you.

You walked threw the formally two story home (formally since you had the second floor and attic removed to make room for your taller friends and husband).

You step to the side as a boogie bot rolled by fallowed by a Cat-Bee chasing after it.

You waved hi to Kissy and Catnap who were watching cartoons on a tv set to their eye height and you headed to the kitchen. You stop and sniff.

Smelling pancakes and eggs and…donuts?

You moved more quicker since you made it clear none of the toys were allowed near the stove for safety reasons.

You came in and clear your throat upon seeing poppy on the counter. Her dress covered by a homemade pink apron.

She was useing her body to carry a spatula with a pancake over to a plate of them.

“What did I say about useing the kitchen” you spoke as you came over and turn the stove off.

“Don’t worry Angel she was just helping me” a voice spoke.

You sigh softly and turned around and look up at your 15 feet tall husband.

“Wanted to get your little surprise ready”

You rose a brow confuse “surprise?” You asked.

You heard poppy clear her throat and use the spatial to point at the calander.

You froze.

“Wait-our anniversary” you slap your forehead mentally yelling at yourself. You took today off and had completely forgotten about it.

“I-I’m sorry” you began gently taking your husband paw and pressed it to your cheek lightly.

You been working later nights the past month due to some employees quitting.

You been so busy that you had forgotten about it.

Rich kneeled down and gently pressed his head against yours in a form of a forehead kiss.

“It’s alright Angel, we’re not doing anything special, just giving you the breakfast I promise you” he said softly.

You took in a deep breath trying not to break down in tears.

“And donuts” You chuckled looking over at the box surprised that Randy’s donuts was still in buisness “how you even get these?” You asked as you pulled one out and threw it down the hall letting the little critters chase after it, you grabbed another one took a bite of it.

“They expanded a lot and due deliveries now, had to argue with the guy about how I couldn’t come out and grab the box and to just leave it on the porch” Rich grumbled a bit before pulling a chair out for you.

You smiled happily and another bite out of your donut.

Might have took 13 years but you finally celebrated your first wedding anniversary.

And got your donuts