#Baby Interactive Play

[firstbabyarrival]

Wearable Baby Sleep Bag (Lightweight)

Malabar Baby Handmade Wearable Blankets are a safer alternative to blankets in the crib. Designed in a comforting shape to help baby feel cozy and secure, it's the perfect transition from the womb or from using our organic muslin swaddles. A unique right shoulder snap makes it a breeze to place baby into the wearable blanket, even while sleeping, in just 1 easy snap. 100% organic breathable cotton that helps prevent over-heating.

LIGHTWEIGHT - TOG 0.6 (IDEAL FOR STICKY TROPICAL CLIMATES) SIZE SMALL:  Fits newborns - babies 6 months old between 7-18 lbs.

SIZE MEDIUM:  Fits babies 6-18 months between 16-26 lbs.

SIZE LARGE:  Fits babies 18-36 months old between 25-35 lbs. SIZE X-LARGE:  Fits babies 36-48 months old between 34-45 lbs.

LUXURIOUSLY SOFT & HYPOALLERGENIC - HANDMADE FROM 100% ORGANIC COTTON: Crafted from premium Indian cotton that gets softer after every wash. Wearable blankets so soft, you have to feel them to believe it! Our wearable blankets have been proven to reduce overheating and encourage safe sleep patterns for baby. The gentle fabric makes these wearable blankets perfect for baby’s pure skin.

ELEGANT HANDMADE DESIGN AND EASY CARE: Timeless and sophisticated designs that are both different and unique while still being so easy to take care of! Wash Care: Machine wash cold; Tumble dry low (do not iron or dry clean)

TRUSTED QUALITY YOU CAN COUNT ON: Invest in our beautifully made wearable blankets that will stand the test of time; withstanding multiple washes and softening the more they are washed, our wearable blankets will be able to be passed on through children. Made with non-toxic dyes.

UNIQUE FEATURES + EXCLUSIVE SIZING: Right shoulder snap makes placing sleeping baby inside a breeze. Silent, reversible, high-quality YKK zipper. Extra Large size is available! Now your baby can enjoy their bedtime routine even longer! Lightweight 100% cotton. Recommended room temp 70-80* F

 Introducing FORT Wearable Baby Sleep Bag (Lightweight) – Ultimate Comfort at First Baby Arrival

Discover unparalleled comfort for your little one with the FORT Wearable Baby Sleep Bag (Lightweight). At First Baby Arrival, we're proud to offer this innovative and cozy sleep solution designed for your baby's peaceful nights. Our lightweight sleep bag ensures ease of movement while providing a secure sleep environment. Elevate your baby's sleep experience with FORT – available exclusively at First Baby Arrival, your trusted online baby store for quality and comfort.

[sualne]

Will your crocodad au come back? It has an Iron grip around my heart 😭😭

i've been thinking about maybe forgetting posting it vaguely linearly and throwing parts from different arcs whenever i feel like it instead, since it's that damn flashback that got me stuck. i don't know if ppl will vibe with that tho, since i've posted most of what the timeline is supposed to be like it's probably fine/shouldn't be too confusing.

also the timing of this ask is great, i just drew that, inspired by a mom and her kid i saw on the bus today:

[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko looked up and locked eyes with his cousin, who was struck speechless. Then, ever so slowly, Lu Ten's lips twitched upwards. And then he smiled. And then he beamed. And then he nodded proudly once, just once, and vanished.

Lu Ten comes back in For the Spirits Chapter VII: Take Me South, only to leave Zuko with more questions than answers. Just how much is he truly aware of? When will he return? What is Zuko going to do now?

(What will the South bring?)

[lapinlunaire-games]

Links...buttons...action!

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Use built-in widgets to format passage text like a script, classic snail mail letters, or take advantage of a crisp, clean layout to comfortably display dense prose. Showcase your writing with bold, sophisticated display themes or create your own with custom colors.

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This template is free to use! Comes with detailed instructions on how to use the built-in widgets and commented code, ready for your story!

[saltpepperbeard]

Stede + His Babies

[vicsy]

charlos + wine

"I know your father is planning my murder right now," Charles says under his breath, then breaks into a fit of bumpy giggles.

It's like sandpaper to Carlos' ears.

He maneuvers Charles past the master bathroom door, then shuts it hard as if they're being chased by wolves. Carlos turns around to the sight of Charles leaning back on the designer bathroom counter next to the marble sink, warm and languid, his smile digging into the dimples on his cheeks, almost the same as when he hurriedly pressed a pristine, white cloth napkin to Carlos' ruined dress shirt and said, sweetly, to his mother's face across the dinner table – ah, I'm so terribly sorry.

"Charles," Carlos breathes out, awfully measured. He looks down at himself, the front of his shirt soaked in red; he looks up at Charles, at the silver of his collarbone, taunting, and then at his lips – parted, enticing. Red.

He is never hueless, a speck of color in the eyes of a charging bull with a knife stuck in his neck. Some of the red has rubbed off on Carlos, too. Perhaps it's just the wine sticking to his skin.

"Oops," Charles whispers. Tilts his head, neck bared, one of his beloved chain necklaces pooling in the hollow of his throat. A flutter of his inky-black eyelashes, a picture of tarnished innocence.

Perhaps not.

Downstairs, gathered in the isolation of a spacious dining room, a heated exchange in Spanish bounces off the walls, collides with the ceiling, making the floor beneath Carlos' feet vibrate and wobble. Charles' genuine sweetness is a perfect cover for the sharpness of his teeth; he bit the hand that's been feeding Carlos for decades without a second of hesitation once he felt it reaching for his neck. To Carlos, Charles' smile – bloody in the aftermath – was sugary and dauntless.

Or maybe it was the wine that spilt from the the glass held in his father's hand raised for a toast of mockery.

Carlos' jaw clicks. The lock on the door does, too, when he turns it without breaking eye contact with Charles, staring him down still as he undoes his shirt – a button, then a step forward; another button off and Charles hoists himself up on the counter with little grace. Carlos had gone up to change out of his ruined clothes, Charles following him purposefully, but now his vision tunnels on the distinct shape of Charles, unmarred by the heady scent of wine from a bottle that's older than both of them. His restraint fades. Carlos inhales, nostrils flaring. His shirt is gone, nothing but a handful of fabric fisted in his hand, and Charles' knees part, inviting, beaconing Carlos with a call that drowns out the rest of the noise.

"Ay, of course. Oops," he repeats, mimicking Charles slightly, eyes squinting and his breath momentarily caught. With ease, his body slots into the cradle of Charles' spread legs. He's leaning back, practically lounging, drawing out time like torn out strings. Carlos knows why, what purpose it serves. He reads it in Charles' gaze skirting over his bare chest, in the corner of his wine-stained lips when he tilts Charles' head up with a finger pressed under his chin. "It's better if you're quiet then, since you made a mess. Yes?"

Charles' defiance knows no bounds and Carlos envies him, wants to steal it for himself but Charles is in the one who relents in the end, cuts the rope before it snaps. The soft edges of him were never a curse in Carlos' eyes but he's failed to learn how to let go in time, an old dog that has run out of its tricks. And it's familiar – the way Carlos has to do nothing but Charles mouth drops open after time stretches into something unreal, just enough for him to slip the wine-soaked shirt past his lips and wait for Charles to clamp onto it, ostentatiously obedient. Carlos caresses his cheek with shaky patience, then passes his fingers through Charles' silky hair. His eyes flutter shut.

It's when Carlos moves, in the sliver of a moment when he's out of sight, pressing his face into the crook of Charles' neck and grabbing onto his waist. Downstairs, a storm brews and scratches against the door, but they're fused together now, uncaring. Carlos' lips mouth an absence of earnest words up the column of Charles' neck; he reaches down to unzip Charles' pants, wrapping deft fingers around his shamelessly hard, wet cock. Carlos steadies himself now, leaning into the habit with a few strokes. So predictable.

Charles' fingers dig into his shoulders like talons; another trap closes in, tears into his flesh but Carlos doesn't mind.

He'll blame it on the wine.

Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5 sentence (or more) fic about it.

[deadpoetmagda]

The way everyone now took up in arms blaming women and girls for the elections results and young men turning into the far right truly made something click in me, literally everyone and their grandpa is blaming women, even groups who hate each others are now bonding together like besties just to blame women, so excuse me for ranting on tumblr.com, this is gonna be long :)

What's been happening lately really opened my eyes to how hypocritical everyone is, what's everyone only ever good at is pointing their fingers at women and throwing the blame at us, misogyny and violence against women in all its shapes and forms since the dawn of time till these days didn't cause women to go out on the streets and murder men in masses, yet apparently misandry is real and some comments online made by the evil feminists were enough to radicalize young men and turn them into far right incels and are to blame for the elections in the US, women are always to blame for everything, I'm not surprised with this coming from men but to see women spewing this dumb bullshit too is so disheartening, to me you're no different than the conservatives who blame women for men's "loneliness epidemic" instead of encouraging them to start treating us better, teenage boys and men are shouting "your body our choice" at little girls and young women yet all you fuckers can take from that is that these girls and women are somehow to blame for it!!! A 19 yo girl typing I HATE MEN on her silly little Facebook page or reddit discord after years of nothing but stories of rape and misogyny in the news and in her neighborhood and her school and her home and literally fucking everywhere is to blame for men and boys being radicalized actually, meanwhile the internet is filled with men sharing rape videos and their violent fantasies about us and then they go out in real life shouting and smirking at us admitting how badly they want to strip us of our rights!!

Teenage boys are watching violent porn, men gang rape teenage girls, women and girls get trafficked, raped, beaten, murdered on the daily around the globe, it's statistically proven that husbands mistreat and abuse their wives on such a high scale even in first world countries, not to mention the daily misogyny and sexsism we face, men don't even need to get "radicalized", the majority of men out their don't want us to reach them and be "nicer" to them like you preach, they simply want power over us and to misuse that power, and women and girls who recognize this and see it clearly in the world we live in right now and the thousands of years of recorded history we have and not even to mention personal experiences are the ones to blame... for being aware of it and acknowledging it and demanding change!!!! How fucking dumb are you, or maybe you're just a pretentious hypocrite :)

No one's ever blamed these boys and men for me and other women to end up having radical feminism views, nah they're too busy calling us demented and mentally ill and lecturing us about how to treat men better lest we fail them and blaming us for everything wrong with the world!

Ever since I got introduced to radical feminism and found myself agreeing with some of its ideas and arguments I was always still critical and sometimes even wary of it and never really called myself one, but now if I get totally sucked into it and get "radicalized" myself it's actually all your fault, how about that? Congratulations, centuries of men raping us and creating endless systems to oppress us in unimaginable ways didn't radicalize me, you and your hypocrisy did that instead :)

Honestly fuck all of you dumb shitheads, you can't gaslight us into cuddling men while they keep beating us bloody, I've had enough!

[edenfenixblogs]

Escapist Media Recs?

Going to bed soon but would love some recommendations of “safe” TV shows/movies/youtube channels and/or confirmation that they are “safe.” The hardest part of dealing with everything is constantly feeling like I’m in defense mode or don’t know who’s about to gut punch me.

My criteria for a “safe” escapist media are:

Has not said anything about the conflict and (if YouTubers) has not indicated anything about the conflict through their platforms

OR

If they HAVE spoken, they acknowledged pain of ALL civilians in the levant.

OR

Has not attacked/demonized/fomented hatred against Jews or Muslims or Arabs or Palestinians

Has not allowed hateful rhetoric against anyone on their platforms

Has expressed sorrow or sympathy for Jews or Israelis without adding a qualifier of BUT afterwards

So far, KoreanEnglishman/Jolly have seemed safe. I know Rev Chris posted something nice about Israelis and Palestinians and wanting peace.

Drawfee is pending until I can see how the livestream goes.

Are the Try Guys still ok?

Grace Helbig has been safe so far but she’s not purely escapism as she is very much Going Thru Stuff this year. But I’ve been watching her for ages and she’s wonderful.

Is it safe to watch Abbot Elementary?

Any other Recs???

I really just need to watch or engage with something where I don’t have anxiety about whether or not I’m gonna find out the people who write/act/produce the content are gonna turn around and start spouting dogwhistles and tropes.

What’s been calming for y’all? What have you found that gives you a moment of fucking peace?

I’ve read 13 books so far this year already. But i really just want to sit and watch something and turn my brain off.

Anti-Zionists, DNI. I know your feelings on this and about me. You’ve made your position clear. Not looking for a debate right now.

Just looking for something that takes my mind of all *gestures broadly* this.

[boatemboys]

can i come over and pretend to be a normal human being except neither of us know what a normal human being is meant to look like

[aurorangen]

To summarise: Casper's having the time of his life, Petrah's glued to her seat and Marco came for the free food 👍 But hey everyone's having a great time and we get to meet the newest addition to the Apple family...Briar!!!

The cousins meeting for the first time 🥺

[firstbabyarrival]

Wearable Baby Sleep Bag (Lightweight)

Malabar Baby Handmade Wearable Blankets are a safer alternative to blankets in the crib. Designed in a comforting shape to help baby feel cozy and secure, it's the perfect transition from the womb or from using our organic muslin swaddles. A unique right shoulder snap makes it a breeze to place baby into the wearable blanket, even while sleeping, in just 1 easy snap. 100% organic breathable cotton that helps prevent over-heating.

LIGHTWEIGHT - TOG 0.6 (IDEAL FOR STICKY TROPICAL CLIMATES) SIZE SMALL:  Fits newborns - babies 6 months old between 7-18 lbs.

SIZE MEDIUM:  Fits babies 6-18 months between 16-26 lbs.

SIZE LARGE:  Fits babies 18-36 months old between 25-35 lbs. SIZE X-LARGE:  Fits babies 36-48 months old between 34-45 lbs.

LUXURIOUSLY SOFT & HYPOALLERGENIC - HANDMADE FROM 100% ORGANIC COTTON: Crafted from premium Indian cotton that gets softer after every wash. Wearable blankets so soft, you have to feel them to believe it! Our wearable blankets have been proven to reduce overheating and encourage safe sleep patterns for baby. The gentle fabric makes these wearable blankets perfect for baby’s pure skin.

ELEGANT HANDMADE DESIGN AND EASY CARE: Timeless and sophisticated designs that are both different and unique while still being so easy to take care of! Wash Care: Machine wash cold; Tumble dry low (do not iron or dry clean)

TRUSTED QUALITY YOU CAN COUNT ON: Invest in our beautifully made wearable blankets that will stand the test of time; withstanding multiple washes and softening the more they are washed, our wearable blankets will be able to be passed on through children. Made with non-toxic dyes.

UNIQUE FEATURES + EXCLUSIVE SIZING: Right shoulder snap makes placing sleeping baby inside a breeze. Silent, reversible, high-quality YKK zipper. Extra Large size is available! Now your baby can enjoy their bedtime routine even longer! Lightweight 100% cotton. Recommended room temp 70-80* F

 Introducing FORT Wearable Baby Sleep Bag (Lightweight) – Ultimate Comfort at First Baby Arrival

Discover unparalleled comfort for your little one with the FORT Wearable Baby Sleep Bag (Lightweight). At First Baby Arrival, we're proud to offer this innovative and cozy sleep solution designed for your baby's peaceful nights. Our lightweight sleep bag ensures ease of movement while providing a secure sleep environment. Elevate your baby's sleep experience with FORT – available exclusively at First Baby Arrival, your trusted online baby store for quality and comfort.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Godly Intervention

You guys have voted and picked.

THE LORE!

So here we are. With lore :3

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Reaper glances around for a moment as he searches Outertale. Trying to not be seen by any universe goers. He should be somewhere here...

Reaper makes sure to stay out of sight. best to not spread panic when he is seen in public.

Luckily this shouldn't be too hard.

Error is very predictable with where he hangs out.

The only reason it took Reaper this long to do this is because he is busy and at work.

He floats to the next asteroid and spots the one he had been looking for. He goes over and sees Error just tugged away between the rocks as he works on something in his hands. it looks like a beanie but it is rather small. It is very unlike Error to make somethign the wrong size when he sets his mind to it.

Error doens't even look up "No i don't know where the paint drinker is."

Reaper crosses his arms as he floats next to him "I am not looking for Ink. I was looking for you."

Error hums and keeps looking at his knitting "Will congrats. you found me. I am busy."

Reaper leans against the rock "This is not something that can wait Error."

Error sitll does not looking up "I am not in the mood for more god lessons Reaper."

Reaper just watches the other and speaks "I know you are hiding him."

Error's hand spasms before he continues knitting. One of the loop is now not the right size but Error ignores it "I don't know what you are talking about."

Reaper sighs "Error I know your magic. I know you put a wall of some sort around an universe. And I have seen the code change in other universes as well. I know you moved stuff around. You aren't nearly as sneaky as you think you are." and he glares at him "Which is why i am here. You need to be more careful."

Error actually stops and shoots him a curious glance "What?"

Reaper just stares at him "You need to be more careful and clean your tracks better. Your magic is very obvious and it is bond to get noticed by other gods." he gives him a look "And Fate and Balance both will be deeply unhappy if they find out."Balance had not been happy when it became obvious that Dream, and so assumingly Nightmare, picked something outside her domain.

Fate hadn't minded much until it became clear that by their picks both of them could change the endings of certain stories.

Long and short of it. Both are deeply unhappy with the twins. But Dream had managed to find his inner punk and just told them he doens't see how that is his issue anymore as he doesn't work for or with either of them.

Again. Fate and Blance are very unhappy. Especially if they find out that Error of all gods knew where Ngihtmare has been hiding this whole time.

Error keeps frowning at him and looks to the side "How did you figure out?"

Reaper sighs as he rubs his neck "As i said. I felt your traces of magic all around. but i didn't know why. Then I saw a viewing window and could hear Killer shouting for Nightmare about dinner. I left before i learned more." plausable deniability. Makes it easier to lie to gods as long as a part of your answer is still the truth.

Error curses and nods "Fuck yeah. I will keep an eye on my windows... Not used to having people come by."

Reaper nods "You are lucky that Ink has the memory os a sponge."

Error snorts "please. If i was lucky he would ahve a working memory and i would havne't to remind him of the importance of destroying every few weeks... or our fucking truce for that matter." he glares into the distance.

Reaper sighs "Look. All I am saying. Stay safe and try to be more cautious. If Fate and Balance find out you are in trouble."

Error laughs "hah! Not like it matters. They hate me anyway."

reaper shoots him a serious look "They can seriously hurt you Error. your domain is connected to theirs."

Error shrugs "euh. They didn't care enough to stop the war between Ink and me. Why care about this?"

Reaper knows why. The two hate losing. and the twins finding a way to sneak out of their overwhelming domain? Yeah, they see that as losing.

Reaper sighs as he turns. He did what he came here for "I just figured you should know."

Error frowns "How much did you see? through the window?"

Reaper tilts his skull. strange but sure. "I saw nothing. just heard Killer calling for nightmare. I left right after that."

Error sighs in relieve and nods "good... Why are you even helping me?"

Reaper gives error a look before shrugging "You and Geno are friends." which is the loosest way to describe their situation and weird soul split kinda brother situation.

Error snorts loudly as he shakes his own skull "Your crush on him is hilarious by the way." he looks back to his knitting thing and starts to undo some of the work to get to the out of order loop. "And you call me obvious." Error snorts to himself.

Reaper glares at him "Just be less obvious." and he quickly leaves.

Sigh.

he will catch both of them for more god explanation and training later. He needs to do stuff.

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[whatlovelybones-if]

I can't find the demo for TLT, was it deleted?

i had to take it down for editing since i did not have any desire to lawyer up with disney. i am happy with the edits for now and there will be more of that in the future. for now, i tried to add + modify the pre-existing original material of the lightning thief in a way that does not damage its integrity and also provides ample amount of my own storyline in the future for the MC since they can choose to be the child of someone other than poseidon like percy.

you can play it here, but make sure to read the warnings i’ve already listed at the end of the description.

[little-pup-pip]

Bluey kiddos having fun outside!!

[fisheito]

yakuya in MY swamp? in MY ecosystem? no . i am still in disbelief. i hope you all know that my particles are bouncing off the everything. i am using periods as punctuation but the state of my mind is naught neareth final.

[monpalace]

Link from Skyloft— or Sky, as he had been designated in the group— was many things.

He was the second wielder of the Master Sword, the first Skyloftian to explore the surface, and someone many looked up to.

He was not, however, in any capacity, confident when it came to romance.

The only thing that he seemed to be able to articulate was “I’m sorry,” with the way he rambled it on and on. The plush material of his pants became dirtier and dirtier as he scrambled to pick up the rupees.

“You’re fine, it's fine,” you repeatedly respond. Lowering yourself to your knees rather than the violent way he dropped, you assist him in collecting everything in your wallet. “I needed to do a recount either way.”

Sky knows his face would be flushed if he were any paler; thankful that generations’ worth of almost unfiltered sun exposure. He takes what he gathered and unceremoniously dumps them back in your wallet, some of which manage to slip back onto the floor to his displeasure. “No!” He didn’t mean to hiss. “No, no! It’s my fault!”

You lean away, allowing Sky to take over the collection of your rupees. A brief look up reveals to him that you were biting back an affectionate smile. “I’ll tell you what,” you start, hands closing around his when he dumps his next handful of rupees into your wallet.

Averting his eyes while making a noncommittal hum, Sky returns to his task.

“The next time the old man has us go to the market, you treat me somewhere— or to something, yeah?”

Sky tosses the idea around in his mind. “‘kay,” he hums with a grin he was less inclined to hide. His hands had finally gathered the last handful of rupees that had escaped your pouch. “It's a date then.”

You laugh as you stand, offering a hand to him once you're steady on your feet. “A date it is,” you respond in an equally amused voice, eyes scrunching with delight before you press a kiss to his cheek, rejoining the group of Links who had gradually slowed their pace.

Sky, in no way, was confident in his skills when it came to romance; but he had to admit he did have his moments.