#brain is full

[sympathytea]

afflicted with The Curse™ again

[spanner-24]

Fuck me an I going to be listening to my bimbo doll files tonight when I get back from work 😖

My head feels like it about to explode from all my things happening in my personal life🤯🤯🤯

Bambi Bimbodoll Conditioning

[haikyuuwaifu]

I have another concept:

Eclectic Y/N. No “real” job. No “true” passion. Just vibin and trying to survive. Besties with the greats. Thirsty Atsumu wanting in on the Bokuto/Omi sandwich.

Mattsun/Iwa/Makki Poly we never got.

Kuroo/Ken/suna👁👁

And osamu…sweet, cocky, understanding Osamu…

And I guess ex-boyfriend Akashi who’s actually a total shit stick 🙄

[thatabitcryptic]

Ok ok ok guys hear me out..

So Fiddleford is kinda a goofball right? He builds death robots, he played the banjo so much that Ford put a rule in place so he wouldn’t play it after 8pm, there is this lovely post about the Hawaiian shirt in the shack and finally Fidds named his kid TATER Amqlmiakxziwklj (there is probably more as well haha)

But then he’s well put together and a gentleman before he goes insane. He knows how to rein it in.

So what if we added another goofball to the mix back in the 80s?? One so adorable he can’t help but mess around with her?? All I’m saying is..

TIMESTUCK AU WITH MABEL BEING SENT BACK TO THE 80S WITH FIDDS AND FORD!!!

Pros:

Fidds and Mabel being silly and Ford being tired

Fidds teaching Mabel how to play the banjo - either because she asked or because Ford can’t say no to Mabel and Fidds takes advantage of it so there can always be banjo playing

Mabel is a match maker so...... fiddauthor

Mabel decorating little robots he has made with glitter and stickers :D

Sweaters!!

Ford is completely confused as to why Fiddleford is so much more spunky all of a sudden until he sees them having fun :))

They would cook!! Maybe Fidds has a family recipe or something that they make!

Bonding over pigs (in journal 3 Ford jokingly says he would send Fidds back south if there was a pig in the house - boy oh boy does Mabel have news for him)

Mabel and baby Tate!!!

Angst about what happens to Fidds in the future :( sad lonely dump man

These guys would definitely use their combined skills to make sure Ford eats and sleeps

Cons:

We could die from over exposure to cuteness but idk man it might be worth it

And these are just ideas for Fiddleford and Mabel interacting!! Imagine...

[violintrees]

Me: Okay painting my nails. That’s the task I want to get done today.

Brain: Did you say deep clean your room?

Me: No I really didn’t. Like I’m not mad but that distinctly was not what I set out to do man.

[mc-pumpkin]

I think I'm in a lore coma. It's like a food coma but for lore. I've consumed too much lore and now I have to just sit here tired with a headache /lh

[mossdeemo]

How am I feeling boys?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

[conversationswithhank]

Molly yelling at her birthday Hulk trying to get him angry so he will SMASH!

Hank: (walking into the kitchen) Good morning, mom. You’re up early.

Me: (making coffee) I couldn’t sleep anymore. My brain is screaming and my body needed to move.

Hank: Your brain is screaming.

Me: It is far too full and I have much to say and do today. I know exactly where I am taking my characters next and my brain wants to escape into the story I am working on while the rest of me, the mom me and the blogger me is like, “Whoa, there! You don’t come first.”

Hank: Seriously?

Me: Yup.

Hank: Your brain is busy.

Me: You have no idea.

Hank: So why don’t you write your story first and then blog and then… wait, um… That won’t work will it?

Me: Yah, parents don’t get to put themselves first. You rely on us to keep you safe and fed and loved and in lunch money. (handing over five euros)

Hank: Oh yah, thanks mom, I forgot about that.

Me: (deep sigh) My novel can wait until my responsibilities are handled, plus I like having my morning coffee, just you and me, before helping Molly and Papa get out the door for the day. Just be kind to me if I look distracted.

Hank: Oh, I understand. You have a whole other world living in your brain when you’re working. I can’t imagine what that is like.

Me: It’s kinda like having a movie always playing in another room; one that you’re really interested in and you can kinda hear it and sometimes see it, but you have to do the laundry and make the dinner and wrangle a two year old pterodactyl out of pajamas, into clothing and get a comb through her hair.

Hank: (making hot chocolate) Three.

Me: (distracted) Hum?

Hank: Three. Your pterodactyl is now three not two.

Me: (honestly still in shock) How did that happen yet I have not aged a day?

Hank: Life.

Me: Indeed.