Like with Toy Chica, despite their discontinuation, Fazbear Entertainment found the animatronics to be too valuable to be scrapped and preserved them for various events. The Toy Bonnie animatronic was for the New Year celebration and was said to be out for the entire month of January. Little information is known about this animatronic’s appearance aside from a few recordings. The Toy Freddy animatronic was out for the Valentine’s day celebration for the entire month of February, it was also documented they brought the Toy Chica animatronic back for Toy Freddy who was reported to have been surprised, but happy. During March, due to budgetary costs of making a brand new chip for Frostbear, they decided to simply redress Freddy in a St. Patrick’s day outfit and have Freddy celebrate it accordingly. The Mangle, who was rumored to have caused the bite of ‘87 was said to be found earlier in the month climbing on the walls, originally Mangle wasn’t going to be used for the month of March, but it was decided to let Mangle to be a part of the show.
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
And here we go again!
This is being posted a lot earlier than planned because of my previous post and how I had a good day, I decided to pull my posting date forward and go against my code of writing and posting and not finish my next story before I post this one but I am sure I can cope with that! ;)
I hope you all enjoy this one. It’s a good one, even though I am totally biased.
Thanks so much for all the lovely followers and likes and Tumblr love on all my previous blog posts!
*I do not know Taron but the other characters are all mine!*
“A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.”
Robyn stood with her hand on the open car door, a troubled look on her face as she watched Taron snoozing in the front seat of her car, his head rolled to the side a little. He met her with a tired smile and tight hug in Dublin airport just after eleven pm, another apology on his lips as he squeezed her against him. It was late Monday evening, the day before St. Patrick’s Day and even though it was going to be another incredibly short visit, Taron had insisted that he was coming to spend the Irish holiday with his Irish friend.
“It’s such a late Taron flight and you are working right up until you need to be at the airport.”
“I am coming Robyn. I promised you.”
No matter how much she tried to tell him that he didn’t have to come to visit her, Taron refused to listen to her and now sat in her car, asleep, his whole body a little cramped with his position in the front seat.
Taron had taken on some work to keep himself busy between filming, doing some voice over work as well as prepping for his new role which he was thrilled to have gotten and his days were full and demanding and as predicted the screen test for his new role had been the weekend before he was due to come and visit Robyn. He had learnt the weekend previous that he was given the role he was desperate to get, his good friend and director Matthew Vaughan, putting Taron through a tough audition process to make sure he was absolutely right for the part and his Monday had been filled with phone calls and an impromptu script run through as the cast was finalised and Matthew wanted to be absolutely sure with his choices. Taron had to change his flight to the last one that evening so he could still go and be Irish for the day. It meant that once again, he was thoroughly exhausted and once Robyn had driven them out of the airport, he was asleep, Robyn talking away to her friend, not even realising he was asleep until she had been babbling for a while without a reply. She had tried her hardest to talk him out of coming but he was completely insistent and as Robyn now hunched down in front of the open door, as much as she loved seeing Taron, she was wondering if the forty-eight hours they got to spend together was worth it for him as his schedule started to fill up again and his very early starts and late nights started to take their toll on him.
She gently shook his knee and he immediately lifted his head, his eyes opening wide as he looked at her.
Groaning, his leaned against the head rest. “All I do is sleep with you.”
Robyn smiled and blushed a little but her grin faded a little as it took Taron a few seconds to realise what he said, his hands running down his face, almost too tired to be embarrassed and it wasn’t like him at all to react so slowly to something awkward he had said.
“I sleep with you too.” She replied. “And cwtch sometimes.”
“I am sorry Robyn. Not the way I wanted what was supposed to be our few days to go. Now it’s barely two.”
Robyn reached into the car and took his hand. “We have said many times before, that we would be happy with even an hour together. I will take our two days Taron. You know this.”
“Yeah I do but wouldn’t it be nice to have a couple of days together? Like New Years? Matthew wanted me to tell you he was sorry that our time was taken away from each other but he just needed to make sure I was suited for the actor playing my dad in the movie, that we connected and had a chemistry of sorts, even though the father son relationship in the movie is a turbulent one. Then once he was satisfied, he had to organise a read through. It’s such a significant and relevant story to the world today and he insists on getting everything not just right but perfect.”
“Taron you never have to apologise to me for your work. I know how important your job is to you and how much you wanted this part.”
“You are important to me too Robyn.” Taron’s voice was serious and insistent.
“You know I know that.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “But sometimes, life throws us a curve ball.”
“That was Matthew, not me.”
“And if Matthew was keeping you from me, then I know it was extremely important. Now how about we put a little smile on this sad face, and we go inside and just get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow.”
“Being Irish?” He asked a small smile on his face.
“And I know a blue dinosaur who has missed you terribly. Perk up rocketman. You got here and have two days to relax a little.”
Year of the Mask
Mum started making me masks back in March. She worked from scraps left over from old sewing projects, so before I knew it I - completely by accident - had five waistcoats in my closet with matching masks. Once we came to that realization, it became a bit more deliberate, mostly because Mum was looking for something to entertain her through all of this.
In May, Dad had about gone stir crazy from not leaving the house and not seeing me once a week like he’d done for the past couple of years. He started buying lunch from the places in the area doing contactless pickup and coming over. We got the idea to do a series of photo shoots based around my mask outfits. They aren’t what you’d call pro quality - they’re done in a little quasi studio we set up in my entertainment/collection room using whatever-the-heck we could find around the house. But that’s part of the point - something to represent being stuck in the house, trying to entertain yourself. I may be an essential worker and still out dealing with hundreds of people five days a week, but outside of Mum and Dad, I don’t see anyone. I don’t go anywhere. I’m having isolation issues along with everyone else. It’s weird.
When we started this, I said I’d put these on tumblr when we were done. Well, we’re not quite done - there will be a Christmas outfit eventually to give me a full twelve so I can make family calendars for Christmas (and I’m sure this will still be going in in December. Quite positive.) But I’m done for now and that was a last minute thought, so this counts.
A protester with the Irish Lesbian and Gay Organization is arrested before the start of the 237th annual St. Patrick’s Day parade, the eighth consecutive year that ILGO had been excluded from marching, New York City, Jon Levy, 17 March 1998
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
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Here is the next part in this story.
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3 “The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
“So, what was that all about? The ID?” Asked Taron as they sat down on the base of the stone statue, the little green area on the opposite side of the canal much quieter than the town and where the parade had been, only a few people walking around heading home after the parade and duck race.
“Jane is in the musical society and is a fan of yours.” Robyn smiled. “She knew who you were as soon as you walked up even with the green hair and shamrocks on your cheek.”
“And that I wasn’t Dean Edwards?” He chuckled.
“She is a huge Elton John fan and adored your performance in Rocketman. Believe me, I saved you from an onslaught of questions and pictures.”
“You really haven’t told anyone about me, have you?” He asked her quietly, pulling at the orange fabric on the duck in his hands.
Robyn looked to Taron, taking in his strong side profile, noticing how he kept his eyes on the duck in his hands. “Not really no.”
“Can I ask you why?”
Robyn looked away from his face and to her own hands. “It’s not that I haven’t been sharing the news around that I know you and of course my friends and family know what happened in Florida as well as the gospel choir and musical society and of course the parents and the girls in work…”
“So, a lot of people really know.” He interrupted with a little smile.
“Those who are important to me know Taron. I am not keeping you a secret, but I am not shouting from the rooftops that my new best friend is a wonderfully talented actor with a heap of awards under his belt. You know how much I love you Taron and how important you are to me, how important our relationship is to me and I have seen first-hand how horrible the unwanted media attention is for you and for me too that I don’t really feel the need to share what we have with those who don’t deserve to know about it. You are a very special person Taron and only those who I can trust get to know about you.” Taron reached over with his free hand as she spoke and held her right hand tight in his left. “I know it’s a bit different for you because at times you live your life in the public eye and I am there with you too and you know I am ok with that Taron, you know that.”
“But I only share the most precious things in my life with those I fully and truly trust and believe it or not, it doesn’t include most of Kilcreen. By only introducing you to those I have full faith in, means my home will always be a sanctuary for you Taron, a place you can come to when you need too. Somewhere you can freely walk around without your hat and eyes on the back of your head on the constant look out for a rouge photographer.”
“And I know that means a lot to you too. Even though you accept that aspect of my life, I know it is something you can find difficult.”
“Taron you know I don’t…”
“I know Robyn and when you accompany me on the red carpet and stand willingly with me, I know you are there to fully support me and be there for me without a question and the way you keep protecting me is something I don’t think I will ever get used too but I appreciate that being photographed when you are just out getting a coffee with me is something very unsettling for you at times.”
“At times.” She agreed. “So like I said, it’s not that I don’t want my world to know about you, I just want to keep a bubble for you when you need it and Taron, I honestly don’t mind getting photographed with you. It gives me more photos for my wall!” She laughed as he let go of her hand and went straight to tickle her. “But on a serious note, I am always here for you ok? No matter what and like I said, it’s not that I don’t want to share you, it’s just I need to be absolutely sure those I can share you with will be respectful to you.”
“Jane’s not one of them?” He asked.
“Oh, she is. Don’t worry but it’s not the time or place for a photo opportunity and I already gave her the piece of paper you signed for me when we went to The Prince of Egypt together.”
“The one you pushed into your bra.”
Robyn laughed. “Yeah that one.”
“You still gave it to Jane after it had been in your bra?”
Robyn’s nose crinkled up as she looked at him. “Jane has boobs too and wears bras.”
Taron laughed a little nervously. “Not where I was going with that chicken but ok sure. Just you gave her the piece of paper you had in your bra.”
“She really didn’t care Taron. It had your signature on it and I really didn’t need it.”
“Or to sell it on eBay.” He added.
“Thanks for asking me to come over for St. Patrick’s Day and for keeping my bubble for me when I need it.”
“Anytime rocketman.” Robyn slipped right arm around his waist, inching a little closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder.
Pressed flowers are from around my yard
Not that happy about how it came out, but I think I’m getting a grasp of what I want to include in these sabbat pages and what I want to leave for later/a different book
I learned some pretty interesting things about Easter and St. Patrick’s Day myths and origins. I love learning something new with each page 😁