body padding

Hey guys I wanna start making merch!

But I need your help! 

I wanna make mouse pads for you guys but I need help in finding a good manufacturer. I wanna make sure you all get a great product. If you know anything or anyone that can point me in the right direction I’d greatly appreciate it; if you could spread word for me too it’d help a ton! 

I noticed the FFXV fandom doesn’t make weird merch like other fandoms (like Overwatch.) Like, they have mouse pads and body pillows, but we don’t and I wanna change that!

Thanks, -Swan

Cuddling With...

Request: Cuddling with anyone tbh will be gr8 thank youu

A/N: Just some drabbles about a whole bunch of people I absolutely adore to be quite honest. 

Word Count: N/A

Newt Scamander-

“Please come back to bed, (Y/N)…” A sleepy Newt called out to you as he grasped around the bed in search of your warm body. You padded out of the bathroom and smiled at his adorable and pouty self. His brown curls were messy, eyes heavily lidded due to his half awake state, and the blankets were wrapped tightly around him. 

“I’ll coming, just had to use the bathroom, Newt.” You chided and slipped back under the covers, immediately curling into his side and he sighed in content. 

“Thank you. It was quite cold without you, love.” He murmured into your hair as his arms wrapped around your body, drawing you in as close as possible. His fingers traced delicate patterns on the small of your back as his lips pressed a small kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t help but giggle at how affectionate and cute he was half asleep. Your hands went up to meet his hair and allowed your fingers to weave through the soft locks. It was going to be a lazy day and you were perfectly fine with that if it meant spending time with your favourite Hufflepuff.

Queenie Goldstein- 

Your reading time was quickly cut off when Queenie took her place beside you and poked at your arm. You set the book down, turned your head to face the woman and arched your eyebrow.

“Yes, love?” You asked, though you already knew what she wanted. It wasn’t as if you could read her mind, but she’d only interrupt you while reading if she was in dire need of attention. She smiled sweetly up to you and moved to press a kiss on your cheek tenderly. You shifted all your attention towards her, forgetting about the book’s plot. ‘Save it for another time.’ You thought. 

“Just bored is all. You’re always spending time reading instead of talking.” She commented and rested her head on your shoulder. You chuckled and rolled your eyes before proceeding to wrap your arms around her.

“You got my attention. Happy yet, gorgeous?” You asked her.

“Yes I am.” She beamed. 

Sirius Black-

“Baaabeeee.” Sirius groaned, tugging at your arm childishly as you tried to finish an essay for potions. When you didn’t immediately respond to his pleas, he moved until you could see his face and pouted, complete with the loving-yet-annoying puppy dog eyes. 

“Ten more minutes, Sirius, okay? Almost done.” You mumbled, trying to ignore his cute facial expression because the minute you looked, you melted and give into his pleas. His voice was raised about three octaves when he said, “What?!” and you looked down at him, shrugging your shoulders. The boy shook his head and picked you up before you even knew what was going on. 

“No, I want to cuddle with you right now. Your potions essay can wait, it’s not even due for a few days.” He stated and set you down on the couch by the roaring fire. You allowed him to wrap his arms around your torso, already giving up at fighting against this. He was quite warm after all and maybe you could spare thirty minutes for Sirius’ pleasure. You laid your head against his chest and deeply inhaled the scent that could only be described as Sirius. He peppered kisses along your collarbones and you hummed at his affection. 

“Not so bad, is it, baby?” He muttered against your skin and you merely giggled in response. Not so bad, indeed.

Remus Lupin-

How you two ended up, limbs tangled together, with books strewn everywhere on the bed, was a mystery to you both. One minute you had been studying late into the night with each other, and then you two were cuddling. Not the worst thing to be doing on a chilly night, you had to admit.

“Remus…” You murmured to the boy as you gently tapped a rhythm on his chest while he rubbed small circles on your shoulder blades, relieving the tension that built up over the past few days. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you and pecked your nose.

“Yes, my love?” He acknowledged while tugging your body closer to his. 

“Just wanted to say I’m thankful for you, is all.” You chirped and kissed his jawline. He, in return, gave you a lazy smile and moved his head down to give you a proper kiss on the lips. You smiled against his lips, giddy for who knows what. Probably because you were with Remus and finally got to relax after a stressful week. 

“As am I.”  

Draco Malfoy-

“Draco, I’m cold.” You complained and opened your arms up, hoping he’d take the invite and come cuddle with you. When he didn’t look over right away, you pouted and let out an exasperated sigh. That got his attention and he looked over at you, eyebrow arched and a smirk adorning his lips.

“I’ll take care of that.” He drawled and approached you. The boy sat down beside you then moved your frame until you were resting comfortably in his lap. You giggled and began to pepper kisses along his jawline and neck. Draco responded by squeezing your waist and leaning his head back. 

“Warmer now,  princess?” He chuckled and lowered his head to capture your lips with his own. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, brushing the platinum locks at the base of his neck. You pulled away from him and beamed. 

“Always warmer with you around, Draco.” With this statement, he pulled you closer to his body and nodded his head, content with your answer. You could hear him mutter a ‘good’ under his breath, making you smile. 

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Massage - Bucky Barnes

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Character: Bucky Barnes

Requested: No

Prompt: 4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

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Headcanon #113

Hanzo noticed that every original members of Overwatch were acting strangely ever since the first day of December came. They were all on guard, looking everywhere around them, always wearing some kind of padded body armor. Hanzo was about to ask Genji what was going on. But before he could, he heard a loud charging/stampeding noise coming in close as well a voice shouting.


 He turned to see where it came from, the first thing he felt was the air leaving his lungs after a large scruffy cowboy in an ugly Christmas sweater, reindeer headband, and red nose tackled him.


Lens of Time: Velvet Worms—Secret of the Slime 

Physics and biology meet to create one of the world’s strangest weapons: the slime cannon. 

With their chubby bodies, soft, padded feet, and slow-motion gait, South American velvet worms appear pretty harmless. Unless they’re hungry, and you’re an insect.

Over millennia, these ancient creatures have evolved a pair of hunting weapons unlike any other in nature: dual high-speed canons capable of jetting viscous slime onto their prey from up to two feet away. Delivered with such power and speed, the velvet worm’s slime canon takes the element of surprise to new levels. And because the goo is delivered through narrow, flexible tubes and expelled with such tremendous force, it can cover a vast area in a matter of milliseconds.

Until recently, biologists still didn’t know exactly how these slime canons work. But then Andres Concha, a Chilean physicist who studies the physical mechanisms in biological systems, turned his attention to velvet worms. Concha and his team used high-speed cameras to film slime canons in action.

(via: bioGraphic)




“Look at you…” Sam hovers over you, the look on his face is one of pure adoration. If there was ever a doubt about his feelings for you, it’s erased in this moment. “So beautiful.”

His hands trail down your naked body, the rough pads of his fingers tracing the curve of your breast. He stops when he gets to your stomach, cupping the growing belly. You’re five months pregnant and the more your stomach swells, the more Sam worships you.

It’s amazing to watch the changes in him, the way he looks at you, touches you, pleases you.

His morning runs have been replaced with a more gentle yoga that the two of you can do together. He cooks special meals and sets out prenatal vitamins and rubs your back as you fall asleep at night. Everything he does now is about you and this child that’s rocked his world.

And the sex. Oh Lord, the sex. Sam’s rough kisses and hard fucks have turned into a soft, slow love making that makes your brain boil. 

He settles between your legs, pressing kisses over the mound of your stomach and then lower, until his tongue is warm and slick on your clit.

“Sam.” You groan, knotting a hand in his hair.

“Love you so much.” He mumbles, his mouth pressed into the most sensitive part of you.

''Tis the season

‘Tis the season to be jolly

With an excessively heavy sigh you force yourself out of the warm, empty, and cosy bed, wrapping a blanket around your body as you pad your way out of the bedroom. You reach the living room and of course find Harry asleep on the couch, the place that’s been his bed for the last week and a half, undoubtedly it isn’t doing any justice for his back, but shit happens and relationships aren’t faultless. “Harry, it’s time to get up.” You mumble with drowsiness, turning the light on, a groan escaping his lips. He slowly pushes himself up and sits up, the blanket dropping to the floor as he rubs his eyes and stretches his back. He stands up and quietly makes his way to the bedroom, proceeding to grab clothes and pull on decent attire to wear on the drive to his family’s house. “Do you have everything?” He clears his throat, breaking the silence between you as you both get dressed, you give him a nod before gesturing towards the duffle bag you have to stay the night at his Mothers for Christmas Eve.

You place your bag in the back of the car and Harry stands awkwardly waiting for you to give him the go ahead that everything is ready and he can close the doors of the car. “Did you get the presents?” Harry mellowly asks and you turn to look at him, “I got the ones I got them, yes. Did you get yours?” You question, watching as he looks at you with an irritated, yet saddened expression. “Relax, your name is on the cards.” You mutter, placing the last gift in his hands,
“Way to go in making me sound pathetic.” He mumbles cheerlessly. For a moment you open your mouth to comment, but decide it’s best to stay quiet. If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all. “I’ve got everything.” You comment, giving him the go ahead to close all doors and to lock the house up. Without a word he does exactly what is expected.

He hops in the car and instantly turns the heat on before sliding his jacket off and throwing it in the back seat. “Do you want to stop to get food?” He offers kindly,
“I don’t care.” You bluntly respond, giving him the cold shoulder before he sighs and pulls the car out of the driveway.

After an hours worth of driving on the road nothing has been spoken between you, not a single word has been said since ordering breakfast and asking him to turn the heat up. Unfortunately, not every relationship is perfect, and of course right now you’re not even sure if you and Harry will have much of a relationship left. After three years of dating you both have managed to get to the point where he’s sleeping on the couch and you’re sleeping in the bed. Every couple goes through this stage, but it seems lately all you two have managed to do is fight and tear each other down, he doesn’t even try to sleep in the bed, he settles with the couch. You don’t bother asking if he wants to resolve anything, you don’t have the energy to keep fighting a relationship that clearly is so deep into a rough patch, that getting out of it will take quite a while. The only reason you agreed to go on this drive to his mothers house is because it’s Christmas and neither of you want his family to know that you two are having a tough time, not to mention he missed his sister’s birthday because you two were too busy arguing and you refused to be seen with him. You had settled telling his sister that you were too ill to make the drive and Harry was taking care of you. Reality has it, you two were down each other’s throats the whole time trying to resolve the problems, unfortunately failing epically.

You take a breath as you step out of the car, the country air feeling fresher than the typical city air you’re both used to. It’s so quiet and fresh out in the country side, such a small town full of cute cottage like houses. You help Harry with the Christmas gifts and the bags as you both make your way up the cobble driveway and to the front door. “You don’t have to do this Y/N.” Harry reminds you delicately,
“Well, we are here so it’s too late to back out. A deal is a deal.” You shake your head, ringing the doorbell and putting on a fake smile as you hear heavy footsteps nearing the door. “Ah, you’re finally here!” Harry’s sister blissfully chimes, ushering you both in and forcing a hug upon her younger brother, “which is for me?” She instantly interrogates, her eyes dropping to the gifts in his hands, “stop snooping.” He scolds and she gives him a typical huff before turning to you, “lovely, you’re so lovely.” She greets, hugging you gently and helping you with the gifts, “none of them are yours.” You chuckle, watching as she tries to find her name on one of them, “damn, it was worth a try.” She chuckles, making her way down the hallway and into the living room area. You both follow her where you’re both greeted with many hellos and cheerful remarks, and many hugs. “About time, you’re only an hour late.” his Mum pulls him in for a hug before doing the same to you. “Traffic.” Harry responds, deciding not to admit the fact that you both actually overslept a little bit. “Never mind my love, how are my two love birds?” She happily asks and you force a smile onto your face,
“Uhm, good, yeah we are good.” Harry nods, “We need to put our stuff down though.” He clears his throat, cutting the conversation and walking to his old room, you following in toe. You step into his old room, the room that never seems to change. “I’ll just take the floor and get extra pillows.” He comments, placing his bag of clothes on the bed,
“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.” You sigh, “we should have said I was ill again or something.” You add, starting to realise that his family is bound to notice something is wrong, for Gods sake, he’s ready to sleep on the floor. “We can say you’re ill and I’ll drive you back.” He responds, looking at you for confirmation. “Yeah, maybe that’ll be better than staying the full three days.” You nod, hearing heavy footsteps creaking the floorboards, “lunch is ready!” Harry’s sister knocks on the door, “comin!” Harry calls back, looking at you with sad eyes, “thanks for doing this.” He mutters, looking away before leaving his bedroom. You take a deep breath and follow him, walking towards the kitchen that smells delightful.


You step outside and find Harry leaning on the railing, his back arched slightly as he looks down. For a moment you contemplate walking back inside and mingling with his family, but instead you find yourself walking closer to him. “Hey.” You gently breathe, his head lifts up and he looks at you, his eyes strained with dolefulness and exhaustion. “Hi.” He dryly responds, “it’s cold, you should go inside before you really do get ill.” He instructs, his eyes leaving yours and stares out into the backyard.
“You okay?” You gently pose, knowing him better than anything.
“Y/N, nobody is out here, you don’t need to pretend.” He coughs, refusing to look at you. You go quiet for a moment allowing the cold air to wrap around you as the wind picks up. “What’s wrong?” You ask, not pretending to care or have concern, its genuine.
“Go inside, Y/N.” He responds with a sigh,
“No, I’m fine here.” You stubbornly respond, “what’s the matter?” You press,
“Besides the fact my relationship is practically on the rocks, my back is hurting again.” He answers, “but, you don’t need to worry or care.” He utters, seeming unsettled and hurt. You press your hand to his back and feel him flinch for a moment before you rub his back mannerly, “I care, you know?” You softly whisper, rubbing small circles on his back in a soothing manner. “Is that why we sleep in different rooms?” He mutters, “sorry, that was uncalled for.” He sighs,
“No, it’s fine.” You shake your head, beginning to realise that you both need to discuss the matters you’ve been ignoring. “You know what’s not fine? Sleeping in the living room every night.” He mutters, complaining for the first time.
“It’s also not fine that we argue more than anything.” You murmur, still continuing to rub his back kindly. It’s not that you don’t love him, you do. He’s the man that you spent most your life waiting for, he the man that stole your heart and held it for the last three years, he’s the man you thought you’d marry, but with how things are going, you don’t think an engagement is anywhere on the list of things. “I’m going in.” Harry breathes heavily, straightening his posture and walking towards the doors, leaving you to stare out into the backyard.
You step back into the house, feeling the warmth wrapping around you instantly. “Uh, you joined, everyone else went to sleep!” Harry’s sister happily announces as she sits on the couch alone, “I have wine.” She smiles, holding up a glass of white wine,
“Oh sweet.” You grin, taking a step towards the couch and sitting down beside her while she pours another glass. Harry walks in and observes you and his sister as you both take a drink of the wine. “Being a bad influence I see.” Harry eyes his sister, watching as she innocently laughs and shrugs her shoulders, “I’d ask you to join but quite frankly, I’m sure it’s past your bedtime.” His sister jokes, causing harry to roll his eyes at her while he grabs a blanket,
“You’ve always been a pain in my ass with your mockery.” He smiles towards his sister before kindly placing a blanket over your lap, giving you a small but limited smile, “thank you,” you somewhat smile, flattered by his kindness. It’s been weeks since he has done something sweet, probably months since he’s shown affection and that he cares, that’s what led you both to sleeping in different rooms. “You’re welcome, I’m heading to bed.” He whispers, leaning down and placing a small kiss to your cheek, causing small butterflies to arise in your stomach. He walks away quietly, leaving you and his sister to drink wine and discuss the latest trends, political discussions, and everything else that rolls of your tongues. “Ya know, he loves you.” Gemma randomly comments, taking your attention away from the last bit of wine in your glass,
“Huh?” You look at her,
“My brother, he barely took his eyes off of you.” She informs you with a small smile, “I know you’ve been having a tough time.” She adds in a low voice, as if someone is listening.
“He told you?” You raise a brow and she nods,
“Don’t be mad, he uh.. he told earlier because I wouldn’t leave him alone and he snapped.” She informs you, making you slightly chuckle as you picture Gemma purposely annoying her brother to get information from him. She knows the perfect ways to irk him until he finally gives in. There’s not a way to hide many things from her, she’s observant, and knows her brother better than anyone else. “It’s okay, Mum doesn’t know what’s going on. But, Harry was telling her how he wants to marry you, but he’s not sure you’d ever say yes.” His sister softly whispers, her words somewhat breaking your heart. The man you love still deep down loves you and wants to marry you, but the rough patch you’ve both been going through has strained you both to the point that neither of you know what’s going on. “He told me he’s been waiting for things to clear before proposing.” Harry’s sister continues, making you realise that despite everything, maybe he does actually love you. “Would you say yes?” She kindly request. You give her a small nod.
“I’m gettin’ a bit sleepy, it was nice chatting, thank you for telling me.” You softly smile, standing to your feet and folding the blanket, placing it nicely on the couch. Gemma nods, giving you a smile before you walk away, walking towards the bedroom.

You step into Harry’s childhood room and he slowly gets off the bed,
“What are you doing?” You softly ask Harry as he grabs blankets and places them on the floor beside the bed,
“Getting ready to sleep.” He responds, throwing a pillow to the floor,
“No, take the bed.” You shake your head, refusing to have him sleeping on the floor. He shouldn’t have even thought about having to take the floor, that’s no how relationships work.
“No, it’s fine.” He responds,
“Get in bed with me.” You half smile, walking closer to the bed, “you’re not sleeping on the floor, your back hurts enough.” You instruct, gesturing towards the bed. He sighs and shakes his head, “I’m not sleeping in the bed unless you want me in it. I don’t care about my back.” He comments softly,
“I want you in the bed with me.” You softly announce, “don’t make me sleep on the floor with you.” You threaten, gesturing for him to get his ass on the bed. “C'mon.” You smile, crawling on the bed, summoning him to join you. He sighs before eventually giving in, falling on the bed and lying in his stomach.

With gentle hands you rub his back while he lies on his stomach, being gentle as your hand glides across his back in circles. “Why are you doing this?” He sleepily questions,
“Because I love you.” You softly respond, continuing to rub his back in a loving way. Maybe he’s been trying to make things better and in return you’ve been too busy to notice. “You’ve had a change of heart.” He clears his throat,
“Harry, I don’t know what happened with us.”
“Me either. We stopped communicating, you stopped noticing my small tokens of affection for you.” Harry softly responds, his head still resting in the pillow.
“I know, you stopped calling and texting, you stopped coming home, Harry.”
“Well, I wasn’t wanted at the house, wasn’t wanted in my own bed for gods sake.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” You breathe heavily,
“Me too.” He sighs, “I uh, I love you.” He whispers, his voice seeming a little shaky and nervous as the words escape his lips.
“I love you too,” the words roll off your tongue easily without force, butterflies forming in your stomach as you begin to smile. “So ah we’re going to be okay?” You gulp, not wanting to lose the best thing that’s happened to you.
“We’ll be okay.” He nods, slowly sitting up and looking at you.
“Promise?” You request, needing reassurance.
“Promise.” Harry nods, “can we enjoy the Christmas season now?”
“I hope so, Harry.” You respond, feeling a kiss being placed to your cheek. “No, kiss me properly.” You instruct, requesting a kiss on the lips, a kiss you haven’t received in a while due to the arguing.


This is a small edit to the basegame laptop because I’ve always disliked how the body and top were just one area. People put stickers on the top part but not the keyboard too!

  • default replacement
  • 4 recolorable channels: body, mouse, mouse pad, top
  • 4 new color variations, with custom thumbnails
  • no brand logo on the top
  • top and mouse pad patterns tile more (look smaller)

Issues: all the laptop textures look fine when you apply them, but turn blurry when exiting CASt. I’m not sure what causes this, but it happens to both the unmodified basegame laptop and the UNI one, so I’m guessing it’s something caused by EA. I recommend using either flat colors, small patterns or simple geometric patterns; it’s not that bad from a distance, though. Other texture tiling attempts turned out worse than above, I’m afraid :/

You will need to recolor existing laptops manually.

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Completely Updated Complete College Checklist!!

I have complied a list of all of the items someone needs to pack and bring to college if they are living in a residence hall. This list is categorized and alphabetized for your convenience.

Reblog this to help others who are struggling with their college checklist!


  • Bed sheets (2 sets)
  • Bed Risers (optional)
  • Blankets
  • Body Pillow
  • Comforter
  • Mattress Pad
  • Pillowcases
  • Pillows (2-3)


  • Cup for toothbrushes
  • Paper towels
  • Shower curtain
  • Shower curtain hooks
  • Shower curtain liner
  • Shower organizer/shower caddy
  • Trashcan
  • Toilet Paper
  • Towels
  • Towel rack (over the door)
  • Washcloths
  • Q-tips


  • Command Hooks
  • Curtains
  • Desk lamp
  • Keurig (optional)
  • Microwave (optional)
  • Mini-fridge (optional)
  • Rug
  • Surge protector
  • Toaster
  • Trash can


  • Advil/Tylenol/Aleeve
  • Band aids
  • Cotton balls/rounds
  • Hydrogen Peroxide
  • Midol
  • Neosporin
  • Rubbing Alcohol


  • Delicate bag
  • Dryer Sheets
  • Hangers (thin felt or wooden hangers)
  • Laundry hamper
  • Tide Pods


  • Brush/Comb
  • Conditioner
  • Deodorant
  • Eyeliner
  • Floss
  • Foundation
  • Hand Soap
  • Kleenex Tissue
  • Lotion
  • Makeup organizer
  • Mouthwash
  • Pads/tampons (for the ladies)
  • Razors
  • Retainer (for those who’ve had braces)
  • Retainer case (don’t forget)
  • Shampoo
  • Shaving Cream
  • Sunscreen
  • Toothbrush
  • Toothpaste
  • Tweezers
  • Q-Tips


  • Bras
  • Dresses (I’m taking 3 or 4)
  • Jackets
  • Jeans
  • Pajamas (are a MUST)
  • Panties (15-20 pairs)
  • Pants (dress pants)
  • Purse (I’m only taking one)
  • Robe (a MUST)
  • Shirts (20-25)
  • Shoes (1-5)
  • Shorts
  • Slippers
  • Socks (24 pairs)
  • Sweaters
  • Swim Suit
  • Workout clothes (in case)

School Supplies:

  • Backpack
  • Binder
  • Colored Pencils (you’d be surprised)
  • Cup for pencils
  • Desk Organizer
  • Erasers
  • Folders
  • Folder/Letter Holder
  • Glue
  • Highlighters
  • Index cards
  • Index card holder
  • Markers
  • Mechanical pencils
  • Notebooks (8)
  • (college ruled) paper
  • Pens
  • Post-it Notes
  • Post-it Note Dispenser
  • Ruler
  • Scissors
  • Staples & Stapler
  • Tape & tape dispenser

Cleaning Supplies:

  • Air Freshener
  • Broom & dustpan
  • Clorox Wipes
  • Gloves
  • Swiffer Sweeper (optional)
  • Tiny Trash Bags
  • Toilet Bowl Brush
  • Toilet Bowl Cleaner


  • Alarm Clock
  • Car charger
  • Computer mouse
  • Flash Drive/USB/External hard drive
  • Headphones
  • Laptop
  • Laptop Charger
  • Phone
  • Phone Charger


  • Cereal
  • Chips
  • Coke
  • Heath bars
  • Hot Cheetos
  • Ramen Noodles (college kids live off of these)
  • Mac and Cheese Cups
  • Tupperware Containers

If this list helped you and you decide to do a dorm haul video, send the links to me! 

Note: If you are going to have a roommate, divide some of the cleaning supplies and bathroom items amongst each other to avoid having multiple shower curtains.

If you insist...

Anonymous: can you do where harry is ill and you take the day off work to take care of him and he’s all cute and fluffy and yeah


As you finished showering, you could hear a loud amount of coughing and sniffing coming from Harry and your’s bedroom. You wrapped a towel around your body quickly and padded back to the entrance of your bedroom. Harry was sitting upright in our bed with tissues surrounding him with one stuck up his nostril. 

“Babe?” You asked quietly from the bathroom door. He looked at you with a small, sad smile on his adorable, now pale face. “Harry you look awful!” You said with a pout. You could see his bright red nose from the bathroom only lit by the bathroom light. He had the covers up to his collar but his legs wrapped around the sheet.

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But … jump pads, though.

Mordecai’s and Brick’s audio comments through the game are the best.
Totally fanboys when it comes to Athena’s story ;D ♥
And then there is the doppelganger of Jack, Timothy. Having trouble with heights.
I’m not afraid of heights but using the jump pad seems like the worst thing to do ^^;

Who Wants to Talk about Chubby Jack and Too Skinny Kent?

When Kent Parson falls in love with Jack Zimmermann, he is still soft. Baby faced, heavy set. He’s strong underneath, but nobody seems to care. He likes being on the ice because the hockey pads hide it. On the rink, everyone else looks as big as he feels. Except Kenny. There’s not enough padding in the world to make Kent ‘100 pounds soaking wet’ Parson look soft. Instead he just looks goofy, like there isn’t enough surface area on his body for all the pads that he needs. 

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I can’t tell you how many jobs I’ve gotten because I’ve been the only candidate who held an infant without making them cry, but I can tell you smelling nice and a body with plenty of padding can go a surprisingly long way in the nanny industry.