eat me cookies

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Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.

adrien’s sad, devastated look when he’s denied snacks reblog if you agree

Mad at daddy

Daddy: You’re awful at adulting
Baby: I am not!
Daddy: You cant even order your own food! I have to do it for you!
Baby: Yeah so?
Daddy: You dont talk to real people in person, you can’t cook for yourself, and you dont work to pay for your things!
Baby: I am too a great adult! *storms off*
Later-
Baby: *sitting at tea table with tea set daddy bought me, eating cookies daddy made me, talking to stuffed bear momo*
So this bitch…

y’all: the old taylor is dead!! the new taylor is mean!! she’s cold!! she’s distant!! we lost her!! i don’t like this new taylor!!

taylor: anyway here’s videos of me eating cookie dough and playing with my cat

Halloween || Mike Wheeler

Request: None, just thought of this and thought better get in Halloween spirit

Characters: Mike Wheeler x Reader (kind of), Dustin, Will, Lucas, some dick called Darren

Summary: The boys go trick or treating and bump into Mike’s babysitter (reader)- who all the boys have a pretty obvious crush on- when she’s on her way to a Halloween party. When Will has his moment of seeing the Upside Down, later on when Mike’s babysitter comes back from the party, Mike’s babysitter takes them both back to Mike’s.

A/N: Requests are open so request stranger things or IT (no smut only fluff obviously)- pls be detailed in requests tho 

 It was Halloween and the boys all gathered together to go trick or treating like they usually did. Will was planned to sleep round Mike’s afterwards to go through all of the candy they would have received throughout the night. Nancy was heading to a Halloween party, which you and everyone else were invited to, Steve and Jonathon attending as well. Everyone seemed to be doing something, even Mike’s parents were out of town for the night to celebrate with distant friends.

The streets were filled with dressed up kids and somewhat dressed up teens. The streets were busy, noisy and it had felt like a horror film right in front of your eyes. A cycle of doors opening, kids saying the well-known “trick or treat”, a rustling of candy wrappers an then the doors would close, an occasional groan coming from a child if they didn’t get what they wanted. Mike and the boys were dressed as the Ghost Busters, costumes that they had mistakenly worn to school that day, assuming everyone would have dressed up too. They’d worked their way backwards and had been to the usual houses first, knowing full well that they’d get more candy if they were early to the doors.

“C’mon, man, just swap with me,” Dustin complained. “I’ve got like 5 of these, you know I can’t stand to have more than 3,” he was poking at Lucas’ bag but Lucas refused to swap any of his sweets with him.

“You know I don’t like them at all,” Lucas stated. “Swap with Will,” he said, waving his arm to the boy at the other end. Will’s eyes widened and he shot his head up, instantly shaking his head.

Dustin groaned, sighing loudly as well, then gave up. “Fine, I’ll just feed them to my cat,” he shrugged. “Woah,” Dustin said, not moving his eyes from in front of him as he spoke to the others. “Isn’t that your babysitter?” Dustin asked Mike, all 4 boys stopping in their tracks suddenly, after noticing you stood nearby. You were stood outside your house, by your car, speaking to your friend. Mike nodded, his eyes still on you, in reply to Dustin.

“Her costume,” Will said, not finishing his sentence.

“Yeah,” the others said in unison, voices full of admiration.

You had chosen to go as a zombie, an excuse to show some skin at the party, not realising you were going to be stared at longingly by 4 teenage boys. You looked and noticed them all just stood, staring in your direction. You laughed lightly, putting your head down then raised it again to smile at them. The boys saw this and as you approached them, they all began to freak out, apart from Mike who tried to keep his cool.

“Hi guys,” you beamed. The boys waved at you, laughing slightly to themselves awkwardly.

“Hi (Y/N),” Mike finally spoke up. “You going to that party Nancy’s at or are you just planning to eat people,” he laughed as you chuckled.

“You guys do look pretty tasty,” you said, in a non-sexual way, causing them all to laugh. “But yeah, I’m heading off to a party,” you smiled. “Hope you haven’t been stealing candy from babies.”

“We would never,” Mike pretended to be offended and suspicious at the same time, causing you to ruffle his hair. He used his free hand to sort his hair back out when Dustin piped up.

“Do you want these two?” Dustin held out the chocolate bars that nobody would swap with him. “Nobody wants to swap so you can have them,” you took the two bars from Dustin’s hand.

“Awh, thanks kiddo,” you ruffled his hair too and Dustin blushed. “I’ll make sure to repay you for these.” Your friend called over to you, “That’s me guys, hope you have a good night,” you blew them all a joking kiss before running off to your car.

***

Neither you nor the boys had a good night: Darren, your boyfriend at the time, had gotten off with half of the girls at the party drunkenly, causing a row between the two of you so you’d left the party. At the same time, Will had another upside down experience which worried Mike. Mike and Will were heading home when they walked into you again, seeing you argue with Darren.

“Dude, just fuck- oh my god,” you saw that Mike was by a distraught Will’s side. The others trailing behind but heading in the other direction. You had interrupted your argument with the boy to run over to them. “Is he okay?” Mike just looked up at you, not uttering a single word until he just shrugged. “I’ll take you both home, is anyone in?”

“Will’s staying at mine,” Mike spoke up. “But no one’s in, Nancy’s at that party and my parents are out,” he chewed the side of his mouth, feeling guilty for letting something happen to Will, even though it wasn’t his fault.

“I’ll stay until they get back,” you said, nodding for the two boys to follow you. Darren was still stood by your car and still attempting to talk to you. You moved him out the way to open the door for the boy’s.

“Can you just let me explain,” he pleaded as you walked around to the driver’s side of your car. He followed you around like he was your own shadow. “They didn’t mean anything, I swear,” you turned round so your face was inches away from his and stared directly into his eyes.

Get. The fuck. Away,” you said, intimidating him. He just sighed as he let you get into your car. You began to drive back to the Wheeler’s house and Mike turned to look out the back window towards Darren.

“I’ll call you later,” he called back, but you could barely hear him as you drove away further from him.

“What was that all about?” Mike asked, finally turning from the back window to face the front. You didn’t reply to him, though, you just kept focusing on driving.

You eventually turned up at Mike’s house and parked in the driveway. You helped Will get out whilst Mike opened the door. Will sat down on the couch alongside Mike and you sat in front of them both.

“You okay, buddy?” you asked Will. He looked at you and gave you a nod. “Do you want something to eat or drink?” you asked and he shook his head. You placed your hand on his and stroked it, trying to give him some sort of comfort. His breathing slowed and Mike looked at you.

Will fell asleep on the couch and you, and Mike, were sat in the kitchen on the floor so you didn’t wake him up by talking. “It’s not your fault, by the way,” you assured Mike. “I can see that you’re blaming yourself.”

“I walked away from him,” Mike said, disappointed in himself. You squinted at him and shook your head.

“Doesn’t mean it was your fault,” you whispered. “Will knows it’s not.”

“You believe that?” he asked quietly, slightly squeaking in his voice. You nodded. “Who was that guy earlier?” he changed the subject.

“He was my boyfriend,” you explained. “He was with a bunch of girls tonight so I left and he followed me,” Mike raised his eyebrows.

“You don’t deserve that,” he said. “You’re one of the nicest people I know, and you’re a hell of a babysitter,” he laughed. “You let me stay up passed my bedtime when I was 11, let me eat 3 cookies from the jar then took the blame, and then let me watch that horror film with you and your friends-“

“Woah,” you sat up, waving your hands. “You were up for that? I put you to bed,” he widened his eyes. “You little shit,” you laughed.

“But I mean it, I don’t know why he’d do that,” Mike sounded more hurt than you actually were. “The dude sucks.”

“He sucks big time,” you agreed, smiling at Mike. “I’m glad I get to babysit you, Mike, you’re a really good kid,” you pulled him into a hug and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, wanting comfort.

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Surprising to see another Canadian! Hello from London!

What are you doing all the way over there? Get back here you.

Originally posted by exotob

This smile

It’s a smile of disbelief. Of being so taken aback, so overwhelmed, she doesn’t know how to respond, and it’s scary.

She doesn’t know how to cope with the fact that the one person who for the most part genuinely wanted to make her happy just risked her own life for her and admitted that Anthy is vital to who she is, and isn’t immediately expecting something in return, is neither pretending not to need Anthy nor claiming Anthy has any kind of obligations towards her, and won’t hear any such thing.

It’s awe. Just this brings her to utter disbelief and awe.

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Taylor ( @taylorswift),
HAPPY 2 YEAR LOFT-IVERSARY BABE!!!!!
2 years ago today, I was dancing around the Greensboro Coliseum without a care in the world, wrapped in fairy lights and butterfly wings, screaming to your songs so loudly I swore I lost my voice. 2 years ago today I met some of my best friends (the Loft Squad™) outside of a photo booth backstage at your concert. 2 years ago tonight I received guitar pics from Scott Swift and got a little yellow note saying to meet in Section 114 after the show. 2 years ago today I met you at Loft 89 Greensboro. (*AHH I’m ugly crying so hard rn*) This was the most magical, incredible night of my entire life. I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to become friends with you that night and for becoming such a huge part of my life. So much has changed since that night, and my love for you has only gotten stronger. I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to meet you and reach out to you through Tumblr throughout these 2 years. I can’t believe it’s already been 2 years, I swear I just blinked. I feel like it was just yesterday I met you!! Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you walking around Loft on your tiptoes, when you talked to me about your cats, when we ranted about Olive Garden, when you wrote my URL on your bandaid, or when you called me beautiful. I’ll never forget everything you did for me in that night. You made me feel like a part of something so, so special. I still can’t even believe I had the chance to meet you. Im so obnoxious about it… it’s literally been 2 years and (you can ask ANYONE) I still won’t shut up about the time taylor swifts mom invited me to eat cookies with her daughter backstage. WHAT. A. CONCEPT. I’m so excited for this new era and for you to meet so many more fans that have never had the chance to meet you. It truly was a life changing experience that I’d wish upon anyone. I love you more than words Taylor, and I can’t wait to see you again some time soon!❤️
Forever by your side,
Lily

Kit’s list of grievances against the Shadowhunters

- Stupid hot people, won’t let me go home and get my stuff.
- They won’t tell me anything about what it would mean to actually become a Shadowhunter. Would I have to go somewhere and train?
- They won’t tell me how long I can stay here, except “as long as you need to.” Don’t I have to go to school eventually? Some kind of school?
- They won’t talk about the Cold Peace or how it sucks.
- They won’t let me eat cookies.  (They did let him eat cookies; he just suspected they were judging him for it.)
- They don’t seem to understand what autism is, or mental illness, or therapy, or medical treatment. Do they believe in things like chemotherapy? What if I get cancer? I probably won’t get cancer. But if I did …
- They won’t tell me how Tessa and Jem found my dad. Or why my dad hated Shadowhunters so much.
- They make me get up early.
- They wake me up in the middle of the night.