#Preschool teacher! Will

[hesbianyaoi]

thank goodness for bsd wan and the existence of teacher dazai. where would i be without you

based on a real-life conversation that happened with me and my students when i was a kindergarten teacher. very small children are some of the most ruthless and funny people i've ever met. it's an absolutely lawless land in the classroom (they were very sweet though!)

[bisexualhobgadling]

Dream of the Endless would be a great professor, but you know what else he'd be amazing at?

Children's Librarian

Kids are full of stories. He would absolutely love to hear them and help nurture that creativity. The really young ones could be read to and have nap time. Parents would love him. Kids would love him. Hob would love him.

also it would just be really cute 😌

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 268

Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed. 

Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring. 

Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long. 

So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies. 

The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach. 

Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar. 

So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say? 

[bloggerspam]

Ok I am an inhuman mess for your Grunkle John AU, I am v curious about Preschool Teacher Danny AU

lololol well i can tell which one you really want to know about!

Here's both anyway, i hope it satisfies you:

Grunkle John Snippet:

“So, what did you need me for?” Kon asks, after a beat. Constantine sighs, and Phantom perks up at the sound, pushing him up and looking down at him. 

When no answer comes, he and Phantom share a confused look. 

“Grunkle John? What’s really going on?” Kon chokes on air, laughing. 

“I’m sorry, Grunkle John?”  Phantom turns to him, eyes glinting and grin smug. 

“Yes. Grunkle John.” Kon puts his hands up in faux surrender, but says nothing, trying not to laugh. 

Phantom floats serpentine around Constantine, before his tail turns into legs and he touches down softly onto the floor with his arms crossed.

“Well?” Phantom demands. Constantine grumbles something under his breath, crossing his arms as well. 

“What?” Constantine sighs. 

“I said. You were complaining too much that my enemies were weak.”

There’s a silence, before: “...and?”

“And….” Constantine says, before gesturing pointedly at Kon. 

A beat.

“Did you just set up a play date between two super powered teenagers?”

Kon chokes on his spit. ====

Preschool Teacher Danny AU:

“What’s wrong Jon?” Danny smooths a hand over his forehead, trying to see if maybe he’s feeling a little warm. 

Jon shakes his hand off, scrunching up and rubbing his nose on his own shoulder as best he can. “Feels weird.”

Danny picks him up to set him on his feet, except the second the kid in in the air a bunch of peas fall out from Jon’s shirt. 

The three of them stare at the peas on the floor. It’s….it’s an absurd amount of peas. 

A lot of them are mushed. Luna is giggling, and looks like she might go down to smoosh more. Jon is wiggling his feet, and the more he moves more peas fall out. 

“What…..what did you have for breakfast today Jon?” Danny says, still absurdly confused. They had pizza for lunch today.

“Pancakes…” Jon says, moving his arms up to try and hold onto Danny’s neck. Danny reflexively brings the boy up, and feels a couple of peas squish under the poor kids shirt. 

“Right. Of course. Makes perfect sense.”

[mariatesstruther]

okay but sarah celebrating tommy every year for mother’s day

[mayaishiipeters]

"Hello. My name is Joe Pera and I have 40 minutes until the chicken kiev i'm eating for dinner is cooked in the oven. So in the meantime, I thought I'd see what's new on tumblr. See the snoopy icon? That's [username redacted]. We've been mutuals for 6 years. I don't know their name, but i do know they teach preschool kids and they have a cat named Checkers. Sometimes i post pictures of Gus on here. They usually get a few likes. Occasionally people even reblog his picture because they want him on their blogs, too. Can you blame them? I mean, look at his handsome face."

[inkskinned]

this is sort of pathetic, but when you were younger, you were sort of puzzled by the cartoon representations of fathers: how a kid would be outside with a mitt, waiting to play catch.

it's not that your father never played catch with you, but you also didn't like when he did. something about a hard ball coming quickly towards your face doesn't seem exciting. not that you'd ever say you don't trust him. you trust him, right?

it's not like he never tried to teach you anything. or never tried to parent. on rare days, a strange person would walk in your father's skin. bright, happy, magnificent. this version of your father was so cheerful and charismatic that you would do anything to keep him. and this is the version of your father that would laugh and gently coax you try again. this is the version of your father that would break down the small elements of a problem and point them out so you have an easier time with them.

as a kid, those days happened more often. but somewhere around 11, you started being too much of a person, and he was often cross about it. when he'd try to sit you down to learn something, you spent the whole time with your shoulders around your ears, nervous, uncertain. terrified because you didn't immediately understand how to navigate something. worried you will run out of his goodwill and then you will have the Other Father back, and you will have ruined a good day for your entire family. something about you being visibly afraid - it just made him angry. he would accuse you of not wanting to learn and storm away.

on tv, it's not like there's a lot of versions of men-who-are-mostly-fathers. they can be good dads, but usually their stories are not told in the household. so it's normal that your father is there, but he's never around. you know he was in the house, somewhere, it's just not that you guys ever... "hung out". he just seemed to get kind of bored of you, annoyed you weren't made in his perfect image. frustrated with how much energy it took to raise a kid. over time, you kind of adopt a bittersweet band around your throat - he knows nothing about me. he says at least i never abandoned my family.

and it's technically - technically - true. he was there for you. sometimes he even made an effort and made it to the big moments; the graduations and the dance recitals. he grins and tells everyone that he taught you. it almost erases the days in between, where he complains because you need a ride to school. the weeks that go by where he doesn't actually ever speak to you. the times you say i am struggling and he says figure it out on your own. i can't help you.

and that's fine! that's all fine. you can call him if you are having a problem with your car. or if you need a ride to the hospital. he loves playing hero, he just doesn't like the actual work that comes with being a father. and you've kind of made your peace with that; because you had to, because you don't want to live your life like he does; the whole world at a managed distance, a little rotating and controlled orb he can witness and take credit for but never truly love.

as an adult, you are rewatching some dumb cartoon - and again, the child standing in the rain, with a mitt, waiting for their father to come play catch. as an adult, there's this strange creeping dread - this little thing? this little thing, and their dad can't even show up for that? oh god, holyshit, it's not about the mitt, is it. oh god, holyshit, your father spent most of your life leaving you hanging.

[mirapteo]

when the preschool teacher scolds you for being mean to each other and forces you to make up after 😔

[otakusapien]

You're allowed to dislike children, but you still have to be polite and reasonably kind to random ones around you for the same reason you're passingly polite to random adults in you're daily life: Because they are people

[seiwas]

hiii! for your ask game: issei + confrontation :) btw bc i saw your post im about to do some sketching to stretch my drawing muscles for the day so ty for the motivation! <3

hi nonie! thanks for joining my lil game 🥺 i'm glad it inspired you to draw as well!!! 🥹

help me get back into the writing groove! send me a character + any word and i'll write a short blurb about it!

contains: established relationship, matching halloween outfits, expletives, mention of tits and nipple, reader is a preschool teacher

issei + confrontation

“were you ever going to tell me?”

you stand in front of him, eyes wide with your phone thrusted to his face. matsukawa squints, sitting up higher on the couch. the unruly strands of his hair mush up into a tangled bird’s next atop his head.

your chest is hammering, heartbeat pounding at what you just uncovered; what you just saw. you check the photo again, zooming in for good measure. you can’t believe it.

yet, in front of you, sitting so relaxed is the same man standing next to you in the photo. he’s barely even leaning forward to get a better look.

“tell you what?” he tilts his head.

you groan, moving closer as you shove your phone to his face.

“look closer.”

and he does. but all he does is grin, a slight smirk as his lips curl cheekily.

“you see it?” you ask.

“yeah, what about it?”

you’re flabbergasted at this point. because right on your screen, is a picture of your little group’s halloween celebration, and—

“issei… my tits are hanging out. you can see my nipple!” you zoom in on the photo for emphasis.

he hums in agreement, unfazed and smug, “and?”

“oh my god,” you sigh in frustration, slapping his thigh, “this is posted on oikawa’s official instagram!”

he looks at the icon and pauses, then, “oh,” is all he says before he continues, smirking, “i thought it was part of your costume.”

you close your eyes, taking a deep breath in visible distress. and he has the audacity to chuckle (to chuckle!!) before pulling you in by the waist. he presses you against his chest as you slump on the couch, tucking you under his chin as he rests his palm on your back.

“it’s okay,” he reassures you, the vibrations of his voice rumbling against your cheek.

“i’m going to get fired.”

“nah,” he dismisses the thought, “they might not even see it.”

you press yourself up and give him a look, “the kids’ parents are oikawa’s fans.”

he blinks then shrugs, “not many parents can say that their kids’ preschool teacher is friends with an olympian.”

you swat his chest and pout.

“serious.”

the photo still stares at you from your screen, a group picture of everyone in their costumes with oikawa dressed as flynn rider in the center. you and matsukawa stay on the far left, his arm wrapped around your waist as you dress in matching doctor and tooth fairy outfits

“at least you’re hot,” he adds.

“a hot tooth fairy?” you manage to snort a little.

“a hot titty fairy,” he grins.

[phoenixkaptain]

Gotta be honest, the idea that Luke wouldn’t send a child alone in an X-wing with only a droid for company is funny to me.

Like, we’re talking about the same Luke, right? The one who spent years bulls-eyeing womp rats and took the experience from that to then blow up the Death Star? The one who was like “This is a trap… I’m gonna walk right into it.” The one who was like “I will rescue my dear friend by waltzing in without a disguise and being as obnoxious as possible.” “How do we get out of this situation? How about we convince these small bear creatures that our droid is a god, that will probably work.” “I know Darth Vader is a murderer who murdered my Ben and is trying to murder me and all, but he is also my dad and therefore I love him.”

Luke would send a child in an X-wing without even fucking thinking about it! Do you REALLY think LUKE SKYWALKER is a reasonable human being?? Are you honestly trying to tell me that this man who has been driving the same fucking ship for like ten years would understand how dangerous it is to put an unsupervised child in a vehicle??? Do you really honestly truly think that Luke knows how to care for children????

You see, a lot of people like to portray Luke as perfect. And this is the same issue I have with people who portray Obi-Wan as perfect, or Yoda, or Mace, or literally any character in all of Star Wars because the whole point is that the are flawed human beings!

But it’s ESPECIALLY egregrious with Luke because I don’t know where any of you got this idea that Luke is a sweet summer child??? This man has a death count of over one million. This man had Seen Some Shit that it is literally impossible not to be affected by. Why do so many people assume that Luke at the end of the Trilogy is the same as Luke at the beginning of the Trilogy? He’s changed! He’s a different person! That’s what makes the Original Trilogy such a good trilogy!! It’s basic storytelling!!! A character canNOT be at the same place mentally as when they began the story, or else it’s not a good story!

But also, I hate the way this colours shipping fics with Luke. Like, listen. There is no ship where Luke should be the straightman of the relationship. Luke Skywalker just is not normal. He’s weird, he’s deranged, he’s so strange; he cannot be a straightman, it just doesn’t work. It’s so completely out of character it isn’t even funny.

The joy of shipping Luke is that every single thing that you can ship Luke with will come out the other sode looking rational.

Han Solo is a smuggler who hangs out with a Wookiee and who does extremely dangerous, stupid shit, but next to Luke?? Rational. Normal. Someone who uses their brain, Luke, take notes-

Din Djarin is a bounty hunter who decided that he would rather destroy an entire group of highly dangerous men than give up the cute kid he just found. But compared to Luke? At least he has equipment on him!

Mara Jade literally was mind-controlled by the Emperor and was Darth Vader’s coworker and was also a Jedi (something that no rational person would be honestly) and even she comes across as normal compared to Luke Skywalker.

I know this is rambly and disjointed and I know people disagree with me, but like??? Yes, I think Luke is great with kids. Yes, I think Luke is a good teacher. Yes, I think Luke is the type of person to wave goodbye as an infant flies off in his warship. I think Luke is the type of person who would throw a child into the air way too high and then catch them. Where did the idea that he’s the responsible parent come from? Luke is teaching infants how to use laser swords, do you REALLY THINK that’s what a responsible parent would do????

[tiana-martinez]

Yall been askin what I do for work I work with babies

[inlovewithrain]

ok i understand the hype of sunshine!eddie and grumpy!steve, but like ur telling me that this man is grumpy?

no. give me grumpy!eddie and sunshine!steve.

steve would a literal ray of sunshine that makes everyone laugh and smile and cheers everyone up while eddie just sits there pouting and pessimistic

[turrondeluxe]

How old do you think the turtle tots are in the comics/art you've shown? (like, roughly, how it's their development)

will probably be a bit long because of pics so!

^ a few weeks after being mutated (basically still newborns, very small)

^ Around 6-7 months! Can be seen crawling around the house

^ Roughly around 8 months old (already starting to string together syllables)

^ Around 3 years old! (Yi is VERY smart for her age)

^ Around 4 years old!

^ extra silly fun fact! they started purring being only a few days old!

[zygomaticbogblog]

encouraged to talk to babies at work because it helps their brain develop a concept of language and sound so i’ll be damned if i’m not info dumping

you, small child, will know all about the insanely powerful hit dnd podcast jrwi with charlie slimecicle, grizzlyplays, condi condifiction and spittake sideshow-act beebo bizly

[moodysnowflake]

You take that back, young, wondrous, adorable Blossom.

'Cause you're an awesome caregiver.

Indeed, he seems to be the only one to have this "healing" capacity.

Ya heard me Vash? You're fucking amazing.

All throughout the show, he has always been so kind, gentle, and attentive. He's just the sweetest.

#NurseVash