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I- WHA- HOW??? How have you done this??? :0

Poppy’s pest problem- based on those golden spined books I used to get in cereal boxes

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I can’t imagine how happy Dogday was when he learned the rest of the Smiling Critters were still alive! Their reunion must have been heartwarming and tearful…though it must have been a bit awkward when Catnap showed up!

Some spoilers bc I REALLYYYYY want to write this scene, but! Catnap received a message from Prototype first and rushed to Angel, saying that more toys were found. Angel thanks him and rushes back to Playtime Co. as the cops call them to tell them about the situation.

When they arrive, Poppy on their side, it's when they see Craftycorn, wrapped in a blanket, trembling.

Angel drops their phone to the ground. Poppy's eyes are wide open as they see Hoppy being carried over to an ambulance. Angel grabs their faithful Nokia phone and immediately calls back home. Mommy picks up the phone, only to hear Angel say "the other Smiling Critters are alive".

Long Legs' eyes are also wide open in surprise when she gives Dogday the phone. He then stares at Catnap before telling him their friends are all alive.

Angel grabs Dogday's wheelchair and fits him in the van they rented - Catnap didn't have the courage to come with them - before driving to the hospital. When Dogday sees Crafty, the first one to recover, they're both sobbing. They hug each other, Dogday asks her just how this happened, she says that she tried her best. Dogday is there to calm Hoppy down when she wakes up, to hug Picky when she sobs upon finding him, ready to help Bobby clean her tears, cracking a joke when Kickin wakes up and asks if he died and this is heaven, and there to give Bubba the hug he needs. Everyone is so happy to find each other still alive, and then Dogday and Angel break the news that most of the other toys are still alive, including Catnap.

Reactions are Mixed. "He's doing better now", Dogday promises. "He's doing so much better, actually. He wants to make up for everything". Hoppy doesn't believe him at all, and the others are wary. They come back to Angel's home one by one, and each encounter makes Catnap more and more aware of their own increasing guilt. He gives every single critter a small gift, or at least tries to make them feel as comfortable as possible. He doesn't talk much to anyone until two weeks after, when he helps Picky move around a bit.

There is a moment in which Catnap does cry from seeing his friends doing well, and I think he cries a lot when Crafty hugs him and tells him she forgives him and MEANS it. The others come with time, but everyone eventually goes back to being a big and silly group of friends.

I found a big difference between Tumblr and Reddit.

Here, your silly statements and little slipups are responding to with “yeah same,” a completely unhinged reply, or maybe some healthy advice.

On Reddit, you get helpful answers and a guy saying “take a critical thinking class in college.” Yeah, sure. And I’ll also find a way to compensate for autism, ADHD, anxiety, and depression. One class will not fix the fact that I cannot read social cues over text without tone indicators and other in-text cues. Yes, I want to believe that someone wants to give me 40 grand. I also almost got scammed over an iPad and did get scammed over a ball of yarn all because of one thing.

Most people don’t look up every detail. Stuff isn’t as obvious as the porn bots here. My USPS scam got caught by a post office employee and got caught by me after I scrolled through the fake website they used to try and buy $100 of fried chicken. Critical thinking can’t always save you.

Sometimes you just have to go off pure vibes and hope for the best.

And so, if that idiot on Reddit sees this, I’d like you to know that I did not click that link or call the number because I wanted to check. I was suspicious of it. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have asked. So don’t shame people for asking for help. Especially if the person asking is disabled or otherwise unable to figure it all out (sheltered kids, the elderly, etc).

TL; DR Dear everyone, stop shaming or insulting people for asking for help.

I- what-???

English: It fits like a glove. Spanish: It fits like a ring on the finger. Italian: It fits like shoes painted on with a brush.

Finnish: It fits like  a . FiST.   iN.   the  EYe .   (ง'̀-‘́)ง

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

After reading on some Welcome Home x Human Reader, I’ve come to the conclusion that these stories are mostly centered around the puppets figuring out what the heck reader is. I think by now we all know what they think about Human Reader, but Home is a neighbor too.

So what does Home think of human reader? He is a house, maybe he feels sympathy for Reader not having a “home”. Or maybe he feels intrigued. I’m sure he loves Wally, but Wally doesn’t need much since he’s a puppet. But a Human. A Human almost completely relies on a house to keep warm and safe. Rooms for different needs. A kitchen to store food and to feed themselves. I’m sure Home has a lot of empty cupboards and a lot of space to fill. Heck maybe Home wants someone to cradle and protect while he sleeps (Since Wally doesn’t sleep). The little things we don’t think about might be greatly appreciated by a house: like loose hair falling to the floor from a brush, or how our hands turn bronze doorknobs into gold. Repetitive movement is engraved into the floor, walls and doors. Maybe Home longs to be “lived” in.

I think we often see our homes as a reflection of our selves. How we upkeep and decorate our homes. Home would love the different phases we go through. One second you want your walls to be blue and then the next pink or maybe even green, or a picture you hung up here will go there and a different one will go here instead. He’d love learning about your friends and family this way. Home would love when you decide to hang up string lights, LED lights etc. So exciting! He must feel like a different house! Think about the excitement he must feel when you come back home and you have a gift for him. Wind chimes to sing for him or a funny little garden gnome to keep him company. Home feels so deeply for Human Reader. If he didn’t have Wally, Home would 100% take Reader in.

I’m Implying that when Reader is off visiting the neighbors, and Home is left with his thoughts, maybe he daydreams about a life with us. Our laughter from elsewhere creeps it’s way into his daydreams. Daydreams about how he’d greet you with a happy creak every morning and a happy creak every night. He thinks you fit right into this neighborhood quite nicely. Every time we help Eddie early in the morning with packages, Home’s eyes follow until we are out of site. He’s heard from Frank’s boisterous lectures that Humans are warm, he wonders how different your hands must feel compared to the cold felt he’s used to. He’s seen you caught in the rain before and oh how he wished he could’ve swung his door open and called for you to hurry up inside before you catch a cold! He wonders which cabinet would pile all the different kinds of tupperware as you hurriedly toss a spare lid in and quickly shut the door before it all comes tumbling out.

There are some things he’d have to get used to if we took the place of Wally. Midnight bathroom or snack breaks would startle the poor house awake. Why are you up walking around so late for? He’d open and close his cabinets trying to help make up your indecisive mind about what to eat. Should you be eating this late? He’d rack his mind for any information he’s heard from Frank. I’d imagine him having to constantly remind you to wash the piling dishes. He’d probably do it himself if he could. Every time you shower he’d memorize the exact right temperature you like. The list goes on and on.

I think we as a fandom don’t include Home a lot, especially how he must feel about us unexpectedly entering the neighborhood.

Home is a neighbor too.

Note: Maybe I should write. Let me know if I’ve made grammatical errors.

If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.

Got into the silly cult game, Lamb deserves some fleecey friends methinks