#{chachi}

[chachicorona]

Birthday post. Year 35 🎈

[retropopcult]

Scott Baio from Happy Days and Mary Beth McDonough of The Waltons in a CBS photo to promote the 5th episode of Circus of the Stars, 1980

[enter-the-phantom]

Texan Eurofans watching a Mexican American perform at UMK is like seeing a kid who went to your school competing in the Olympics

[underedbeanie]

Gatalympics

This is probably one of the longest drawings that I ever drawn with my own hands. It wasn’t a simple task, but I got through it at the end.

[eisenkrahe]

I'm finally working on the latest chapter of after the island.

I finally have the spoons.

Folks have been asking so I thought some of y'all might like to know. ❤️

[rdrocktreekai]

Joanie & Chachi ~ season 8 (Happy days)

[iamthecomet]

I neeeeeeed chaos twins Dew and Sunshine gettin in trouble with Mountain and Ifrit heuehha

hehheehehe. Ok, first of all. I have so many thoughts about Sunshine and Dewdrop and I never let myself explore them, and I don't know why? And also, angry!Mountain? And if you were hoping for smut, I'm sorry. You'll have to settle for giggling ghouls instead.

"DEWDROP!" Sunshine hides her face in Dew's collarbone and giggles. He braces his hand on the back of her head, fingers dug deep into her copper curls to press her face tighter to his chest. It's either in solidarity, or an attempt to suffocate her. The broom closet is small. Big enough to hold three brooms, a mop, and two very small ghouls. As it is, they're pressed together at every point. Sunshine's thigh is wedged between Dew's. His chin is in her hair. His heart is hammering against her forehead. Mountain's footsteps get closer. He's big and angry, and so he's stomping down the hall like he's trying to topple the abbey with each step. Sunshine tips her head up so she can look at Dew in the dim closet. The only light is a slant of it coming in through the door. It casts over Dew's face, highlighting one eye, and the bridge of his nose. His mouth is tipped up into a smirk that's getting dangerously close to being an actual smile.

Mountain's footsteps slow. Dewdrop must see something on Sunshine's face, a noise bubbling in her throat because suddenly his hand is clamped over her mouth, fingers digging roughly into her cheek. He looks down at her, eyes wild and wide. She's sure he's too hot to touch for any of the other ghouls, but to her, he just feels like the comforting warmth of a bonfire on a cool night. Suddenly, the light expands. The door opens. Dew stumbles, toppling to the floor as soon as the door isn't there to lean on anymore. He drags Sunshine with him, landing in a heap at Mountain's feet. Ifrit rounds the corner as if the commotion summoned him. It probably did. He and Mountain have been looking for them for a while. Dew and Sunshine have been hopping from room to room trying to avoid their wrath. In her defense, stealing their weed and replacing it with kitchen herbs seemed like a great idea at the time. And it's still pretty fucking funny. Though, to be honest, she'd rather be dealing with high Mountain and Ifrit, instead of you know, being high and dealing with Mountain and Ifrit. Dew groans from beneath her. Heaving out a sigh that sounds a lot like he's finally giving up. That's no good. "Get up," Mountain demands.

Sunshine looks up at him and Ifrit, arms crossed, brows furrowed down. Ifrit's tail flicks back and forth like a cat getting ready to pounce. And that's no good either. She doesn't want to deal with the consequences now. She's still having fun. She looks over their heads, to the beams of light pouring in through one of the massive gable windows. She smiles sweetly up at Mountain. It's cruel, she knows, because he's a sucker for a soft smile, she watches his guard drop, just a little. And she reaches up, makes a fist, and suddenly the room is flooded with sunlight, blinding everyone but her. She jumps to her feet, hauling Dew up by the wrist, and bolts. "Go, go, go, go" she shrieks, dragging Dew behind her as she skids around the corner. "SUNSHINE!" Ifrit roars from the other hallway. Dew cackles. He's picking up speed now that he can see again. He overtakes her easily, adjusting their hold so their fingers are laced together as they run. He grins at her, "I've got the perfect place."

[stastrodome]

Fun Facts. 100% verified.

According to a Wall Street Journal poll, the most trusted person in America is Flo, the Progressive Lady.

Every time he picked up a fork and knife, Herman Melville would say "from Hell's heart I stab at thee".

Sally Field was the only cast member of Smokey and the Bandit to never have an audience with the Pope.

The official State Song of Michigan is the Eagles' "Take It Easy".

In a failed attempt to create a new breakthrough catch phrase, the character of Chachi in the last season of TV's Happy Days would repeatedly ask "Crumpets? What's a crumpet?"