#Woodworking Projects For Kid

[beezelbubbles]

Okay so. A very large part of my husband's job is building platforms meant to support the weight of multiple actors at a time, sometimes while dancing and jumping around. So he built this bed https://www.ana-white.com/woodworking-projects/camp-loft-bed-stair-junior-height for our kiddo. So we're already ahead in that husband has all the skills needed. But this isn't like *the* most complex, it's just there are little things that make it easier going. I filled a shopping cart from Home Depot with this supplies list, plus the stuff they assume you've got like wood filler, tools, slats for the mattress to rest on, level, carpenter's square, etc. I went Ryobi for the circular saw and drill/driver. This kind of job is incredibly frustrating if your power tools don't have some power to them. One thing I didn't put in was saw horses for the saw. So that adds a bit, or you can get a small table saw, which also adds a bit. I added a little power sander because you do not want to be hand sanding all of this, but also if you don't sand it, you get splinters. All told it was 315 pre-taxes. This also assumes you have a way to get the wood where you want it. And have space to do all the construction. It was about a day's work to build, and then paint took a while to dry. Husband's only assistant was the 8 year-old, but he builds whole theatre sets on his own, so I recommend someone a little more experienced for an assistant. (Also kiddo has been learning power tools and theatre bits since they were about 5.) All of that and it was still pretty basic. And only a twin sized bed. Bigger will be more expensive and a bigger pain the ass to build.

But the real kicker is that in the end you only have a bed frame. I have to find a mattress that can accommodate my weight. And since I can't live my life in bed, I need to build my dining chairs. I need to figure out a couch. (I helped build one in jr high, but that was ages ago.) Most office chairs have an upper rating of 150. Higher than that and they start getting real pricey real fast. I do not even begin to know how to build an office chair. I should not need to become an artisanal furniture maker just so I can exist. (Or you know, marry a furniture maker.)

And I know we've been talking about homes here, but fat people do go out in public. Chairs with arms? Even if it can hold my weight, it doesn't matter if the arms aren't wide enough for my hips. There is some kind of irony that as the fat population grow the world seems to be increasingly hostile to us.

Here's something that a lot of thin people don't know about being fat: you have to be very careful, these days, what the weight limit on your furniture is. So much is made of particleboard or even cardboard or flimsy plastic, and it may be great for the environment for things to be made of recycled materials, but it can easily leave fat people in the incredibly humiliating situation of breaking a chair by sitting on it, or a table by leaning on it. It also creates an effective "fat tax" on furniture, since the more solid materials tend to cost more.

When I was looking for loft beds to make my apartment effectively larger, the majority of them had a weight limit of 200 pounds, including the weight of the mattress. That puts a weight limit on the person of roughly 150 pounds, and that presumes a light mattress. That's not taking into account blankets, pillows, and stuffies, which can easily rack up a weight of around ten to twenty pounds without much trouble, bringing the safe weight for a person down to roughly 140 to 130 pounds. The ones that held more than that had a steep increase in price, with ones that held 300 pounds costing roughly 600$ more than the 200 pound ones, and the 400 pound ones, which I wanted for tolerances, ran a good 800$ more on average than the ones for 200 pounds.

More generally, solid wood, metal, tempered glass, and thick, durable plastic cost more than particleboard, cardboard, and flimsy plastic. They are also far more likely to be safe for fat people to use.

If you are a thin person and want fat people to be comfortable when visiting you, invest in furniture that is clearly made with sturdy materials. Having to brush off standing the whole visit is embarrassing both for us and, if you are a host who cares about the comfort of guests, for you.

[nocturnus33]

My husband and I made this mousetrap game for our six-year-old niece. It's a traditional game from my childhood, but not played much nowadays.

It's played with little marbles, adding points each time one goes through a hole. The narrower the hole, the more points you earn.

We built simple mousetraps from cardboard boxes the last few times she visited us. She played with them so much that we decided to try a more solid one, with pine wood.

We download the crocodile for free at designbundles and made on the Cricut with adhesive vinyl. We used Cricut's typewriter font for my niece's name and the numbers.

Our niece helped us transfer the adhesive vinyl figures onto the wood - she was very proud of her work and played with it the whole afternoon.

It seems traditional games still have their charm.

[tex-aintdeadyet]

See I feel like we talk about Mrs Curtis a lot in this fandom (atleast comparatively to when we DO talk about the Curtis parents.. we don't do that a lot but I'm saying when we do talk about them it's mostly about Mrs Curtis) but we don't talk about Mr Curtis and i think it's so under explored.

Mrs curtis wasn't the only one who opened her house, Mr Curtis did too. He's the one who made sure the porch light stayed on when he got home from another late shift. He taught most the kids how to drive and basic car maintenance and he wanted to teach Pony when he got older. He showed Darry how to shave and couldn't wait for the day Sodapop or even Ponyboy would eventually ask him to show them how to shave. He gave johnny space cause he knew enough about the kid who'd been staying over for dinner since he was 10 to know he didn't trust a big imposing man like himself and made a conscious effort to not be as intimidating, and he was a safe person for Johnny to ask about guy things. He sat down with Steve and helped him with his woodworking projects when he was struggling, he made sure he was always fed because he knew more times than not the only thing in his fridge was his dad's beer. He'd take Two-bit and his sister out to lunch after their dad ran off so he could take some of the stress off their mom's plate. Two-bit would call him things like dad and pops to be funny but deep down they both knew he was the closest thing to a father he had. He was the one who picked Dally up from the cops on his way back from work, he was the one who was almost on the fence about letting Dallas stick around cause he was sure the boy was nothing but trouble but came to realize Dally was just a kid as-well. He was as gentle as he was even when he was playing because he always wanted to be a safe person for any of the boys to go to, even if sometimes it was someone like Tim Shepard or Sylvia who he didn't know nearly as well crashing for the night or using his bathroom.

(Dedicated in part to @atwtmvtvftvsagvralps11 for suggesting I talk about this)

[maybejj]

what are your headcanons for theo as he gets older? what is he like as a teenager or young adult? or even a young kid (like 6-10)?

i love this question!! this lowkey healed my writers blocked i’m ngl. this also turned out longer than i expected so enjoy! 🫶🏻

theo throughout the years.ᐟ

ᯓ★ theo as a toddler is very shy and quiet. if he’s uncomfortable, he will hid behind his mom or dad’s legs. however, he is wild as a buck around the pogues (jj instigates this behavior) since he’s known them his whole life. pope is lowkey his favorite for sure but theo would never say because he doesn’t want to hurt jj’s feelings although sarah is a close second. he observes everything. he’s always watching every interaction. he’s a very curious baby and has so many questions. he gets scared real easy and is a total mamas boy down to his core. he’s tiny but he’s mighty so don’t mess with his mama. he’s obsessed with superman and legos! loves to build anything and everything his little mind comes up with. for valentine’s day, pope helped him build one of the flower lego sets to give to reader. she proudly displays it as the centerpiece on the kitchen table.

ᯓ★ theo as a young kid is still quite shy. it doesn’t take him as long to open up to people anymore but he’s definitely still cautious. he loves being outside and riding around on his bicycle rafe bought him. he’s starting to enjoy the ocean more and more at this age (wasn’t a big fan of water for awhile) so jj really hops on the opportunity to teach him how to surf. theo ends up loving it! he kinda has a temper in this stage of his life. he gets frustrated easily, has tantrums out of nowhere. he gets overwhelmed easier and will hit the side of his head when his environment becomes too much. rafe and reader work with him on this but it takes time. he loves going to his dads office and looking out the window-it’s very high up so he pretends he’s flying above the city like superman.

ᯓ★ theo as a teenager is very outgoing. once he hits puberty, he becomes very confident in himself. he’s basically rafe’s mini me in the best way possible. his sharp blue eyes are his biggest weapon. uses them to get whatever he wants and it works everytime. he becomes interested in baseball and golfing and rafe gets so excited about this. constantly taking him to the country club on the weekends. buying him all the expensive baseball bats, gloves, etc. he will only have the best of the best. he still lowkey loves superman but he doesn’t want his friends to think he’s lame so he saves his geek out sessions until pope comes over. his love for building things has only increased as he gets older so he takes a woodworking shop class at school and makes his mom all kinds of things. every holiday/birthday/special occasion, he builds her something she can use. at this point, 95% of their house is scattered with stuff he’s built his mom. his still has a slight temper but nowhere near as bad as when he was younger. still very protective of his mother, even more so now that he’s older and is more aware of everything. no one is messing with his mom.

ᯓ★ theo as a young adult is very successful. he goes to UNC and studies architecture. he just loves to build things so he decides to make a living off of it. he wants to start his own business eventually so he shadows rafe for a few months to get the basics down. he’s had a few girlfriends by now but nothing serious, he’s more focused on his career at this point. he’s a great public speaker and always leads all the group projects in college. he doesn’t play any sports in college but volunteers as a baseball coach in his free time for his hometowns little league. he also golfs on the weekends with rafe when he has time. also loves coming into town and having dinner with his parents. he loves sitting down with them and telling them what he’s learned in college and what he’s currently working on. rafe always asks if he’s seeing anyone and reader just rolls her eyes at the typical boy talk. theo always laughs when they start bickering. he’s learned how to control his anger completely by this age and thinks things through before making any decisions. eventually starts his own business after he’s got a couple of years of experience and rafe really helps him out when theo starts to doubt himself. his business doesn’t do as good as he thought in the first year so rafe dedicates a lot of his time and effort into helping his son build it back up and where he wants it to be. definitely still builds things for his mom. it just becomes second nature and he loves being able to give her things that no one else has.

[boyfriendtodeathconfessional]

A lot has been said of Lawrence and Ren's relationship, but I'm of the unpopular opinion that they didn't actually like each other.

They both had been chatting for an unspecified amount of time (about what, we're left to speculate), but based on their interests, they don't have a lot in common. Ren may have been a little shy, but he's a social butterfly compared to Lawrence. I find it hard to believe he could sit through more than a few of Ren's discussions of magical girl anime, and I imagine Ren would get bored of Lawrence's lack of engagement.

Add to it, in BTD2, in all of Ren's routes except one, he betrays Lawrence and gets him killed. It's easily the worst thing Ren does, and he does it to someone he's allegedly close to? Lawrence hardly ever drinks, and Ren invites him to a bar for their first meetup? These were two people who were grasping for any kind of connection. Ren was looking for anyone to collar, and his willingness to replace Lawrence with some rando MC proves this (Gato drew several pictures of what it would look like if Ren succeeded in collaring Lawrence. It goes poorly for Ren in hilarious fashion). Lawrence glimpsed beyond the veil, saw the Lovecraftian horror that was The River, and needed to find anyone he could relate to. Neither of them fit each other's bill.

Lawrence is a walking contradiction: he craves human contact while despising humanity. He surrounds himself with nature while living in the middle of the city. He embraces self destruction while still continuously coming back from The River. The meetup with Ren was a way for him to finally bridge that gap between himself and others or embrace The River fully. Either way, he's spared from having to make the choice himself: "I'll do anything you want!" you say. "I don't know what I want!" he says. No kidding.

Ren mentions the reason he liked Strade so much was because Strade was the only one who was ever kind to him, but is this true? His mother chose to keep him alive despite killing five of his siblings in their infancy. She lets him stay with her until he's old enough to run away because she what? Needed help with the housework? Besides, according to the BTD fandom, he has looks that could literally kill. If he bothered to look on Grindr he could easily find a sugar daddy who wouldn't treat him like a woodworking project.

No, Ren has it completely backwards. In spite of all the terrible things Strade had done, Ren was still able to see his good qualities, which was a first for Strade. He liked Strade not because Strade did nice things for him. He liked Strade because for the first time in his life, Ren felt needed.

Strade was a lot of things to Ren: captor, friend, confidante, lover, but there's also one dynamic of their relationship that rarely gets brought up: rivals. Strade could get people to like him in a way Ren couldn't, and making them feel heard was a big part of that. Gato said Strade hunted people who lacked confidence in themselves, and who does Ren pick for his own replacement/victim? Possibly the least confident person in the series canon: Lawrence.

The trouble is, Ren can't make Lawrence feel needed like how Strade made him feel. He can't make anyone feel needed, because, as I mentioned, he views people as interchangeable. He's trying to find a companion who will simultaneously treat him as a Strade-type figure and also feel an overwhelming need for him, and it won't happen, because of his difficulty in actually understanding others. What's tragic is this perspective was probably held long before he met Strade, and if the events of TPOF are canon, long after. -☢️

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[davrinsleftpectoral]

Davrin Week Day 5

Woodworking / bestiary / singing

Davrin spends time with his children.

About 900 words under the cut.

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The sun was warm as its afternoon light shone in through the open windows. Davrin was sitting in the family room with his children while his wife napped. Esha was in the last month of her most recent pregnancy and she needed the extra sleep at this time of day. The cabin was cozy, though he wasn’t sure it could be called a cabin any more. They still did, out of fondness for its humble beginnings, but after 4 children with another on the way, they’d made so many additions it was at least 3 times the size it had started.

Glandival, his oldest daughter, was sitting on the floor reading aloud from the first edition of his monster manual. She was just 10 but she had read the book cover to cover at least twice already. She didn’t want to be a monster hunter, but she did want to know about animals of every types. She enjoyed studying and helping them most of all. She also got on with Eldrin the best out of all the kids.

The two youngest boys sat listening to her read. Cagan was only 4 but he sat, riveted by her reading. Talan listened in, but at 2 years old he was more interested in playing with a small herd of wooden animal toys. 

“And this,” Glandival said dramatically, “is a Great Bear. They’re the biggest, meanest bear in the Emerald Graves. Mamae said they could eat a little elf boy in one gulp!” Cagan gasped, hugging a stuffed griffon toy tightly to his chest.

“You know that mamae doesn’t like it when you scare the boys. It gives them nightmares.” This came from Namari, their 7 year old daughter. She didn’t look up as she spoke, but rather her focus was on a set of mechanical pieces arrayed in front of her. Davrin had no idea what she was building. Or maybe she was repairing? He couldn’t be sure. Namari was so much like her mother. Begging to spend as much time with Bellara and Strife and Irelin as she could. Sneaking off to ruins whenever she got the chance.

“What? It’s just a bear. I’m not reading the Dracolisk entry this time,” Glandival protested.

Davrin smiled but kept quiet, letting the children work it out themselves. He continued the carving he was working on, another nug for Talan. Davrin felt a small tug on his sleeve and looked up and saw Cagan standing beside him looking concerned. 

“Papae, could a great bear really eat me in one gulp?” He asked softly. 

“No,” Davrin chuckled.

“Oh right, they’d have to CHEW you first!” Glandival said with glee.

Cagan squeaked and looped both his arms around Davrins bicep. Davrin set down his woodblock and tools to wrap Cagan in a one armed hug. “Don’t worry, there are no great bears in Arlathan Forest.” 

“You are so going to be in trouble with mamae,” Namari said in a sing song voice. Glandival stuck her tongue out at her sister. 

“Nugs! Do nugs!” Yelled Talan.

“Ugh but we’ve read that page a million times already Talan,” whined Glandival. 

Davrin basked in the chaos of his pink haired brood.  But things took a turn for the truly chaotic. 

“Uhhh papae…” Namari started to say but was interrupted when her artifact project started to smoke and whir. 

“I’ll get Mamae!” said Glandival as she bolted down the hall towards the bedrooms. 

“Cagan, take Talan outside to the griffon barn. Play in the hay while we take care of this,” he instructed. Cagan grabbed an armload of wooden animals and his brother’s hand and headed to the barn. Davrin took a deep breath and turned his attention back to Namari. “Okay, just breathe. What can we do?”

“Um. Um… I don’t know!” She was on the verge of panicking and stood, backing away from the artifact.

“How can we soothe it? You’ve watched lots of veil jumpers do it. What can we try?” He asked calmly, coaching her through the situation. 

“I saw Irelin sing to one once. It slowed it down and she was able to disconnect the power crystal,” she offered.

Davrin started singing the lullaby he sang to all the children as babies. He’d sung it to Glandival so many times one night, he’d lost his voice. The words and rhythm were familiar. After one time through Namari joined in, her voice high and lilting, harmonizing well with Davrin. The artifact slowed then, and the girl was able to remove the crystal and pull the artifact apart into two halves. The smoke harmlessly blew out the open window.

“Mamae, hurry!” Glandival insisted as she rushed back into the room, with Esha shambling along sleepily behind.

“What’s going on?” She asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. 

“Namari just showed me how to soothe an artifact,” Davrin explained. 

“And nothing blew up!“ Namari smiled at her mother. 

Glandival made a disgusted noise in her throat and glared at her sister. “You’re just like her!” She gestured at their mother and went outside. 

Davrin laughed and stood as well. “I’m going to check on the boys.” He gave Esha a kiss on the cheek as he walked past, taking his woodworking implements with him. 

Esha returned her attention to Namari. “Can you show me what you did?” The girl positively beamed as she began to explain her project and the singing.

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Thank you @datvcompanionweeks for such a fun event

[triassictriserratops]

do you think Peeta makes a solid medium to large friend group after the war and what do you think they do together?

i think that Peeta makes various smaller friend groups. Him, Annie, and Johanna all check up on each other intermittently. They're all unbelievably important to each other and both Johanna and Peeta are active presences in Baby Odair's life. Johanna stopping by in 4 frequently with dangerous not mommy-blog approved gifts for him. Peeta and Katniss take him in frequently as he grows so that Annie can get some time to herself. On hard trigger days, they jump on a call together and lean on each other. Remind each other that they survived. That they are going to survive. And that they have each other. Peeta and Delly (and the handful of other surviving Merchant teens) all spend time together. They start a book club at the bakery but it's really just an excuse to get together. Not in an exclusionary way, it's just that they're all they have left of the childhood they knew. they all lost so much of their community, their neighbors, their friends - so they hold onto each other. Peeta also volunteers his time with the cleanup crews for District 12. So he makes friends with Thom and other Seam folk. He goes out for drinks with them at the "New Hob" after his shifts sometimes. They LOVE getting him to drink because man CANNOT HOLD HIS LIQOUR. They think it's HILARIOUS. Katniss has to come pick him up sometimes and he's crying because she's married and he's so jealous. "I'm married to you, you idiot" "Wait, really???? Is it serious??? Can I kiss you???" :: sigh :: "Thom, did you really need to give him that last shot?" "Absolutely, yes." And then, of course. There's his family. Haymitch, Sae (and her granddaughter), and Katniss. Peeta has so much love for Haymitch and Sae. He'd do anything for them. He helps Sae with all of her more strenuous house chores. Shovels snow for her, cleans her gutters, anything he can. He is devoted to her and is grateful to her for watching over Katniss. And he never fails to show her that gratitude until her dying day. He plays with Sae's granddaughter too. She keeps a running list of new animals that she's learning about and with every animal, Peeta lets her help him make sugar cookies shaped like that animal. It's her absolute favorite day of the week and it helps give Sae a rest day. It's more of a struggle with Haymitch but he does what he can. Helps out around the house, pays someone to keep Haymitch's house decent. Makes sure that he has at least one healthy meal a day. They always portion out their leftovers for him too. He also finds little projects to do with Haymitch where they can keep their hands busy and enjoy the silence of work. He helps Haymitch build the goose pen. He helps dig out a watering hole for them. Haymitch takes on woodworking and Peeta learns right along with him, just to have a way to bond. And then, of course, his absolute best friend, Buttercup. (I'm kidding, Katniss, although yes, him and Buttercup are annoyingly bonded to Katniss' consternation.) Of all of his circles. No circle is more precious to him then the love and friendship he builds with Katniss. Their home together is what he always wanted but never thought he'd have - peace.

[sharp-silver4795]

BEN Drowned HCs

I felt like doing some character headcannons so here we are!

Quick warning: THIS IS A LONG POST!! I really like my version of BEN-

Story Elements

⚠️CW!! implied su1c!de, parent divorce, and bullying. I took a few headcanons and a lot of the stories and mashed em together into this mess-

He’s autistic. He struggled a lot as a kid and teen. Especially after his parents divorced, his issues at school seemed to only get worse. He developed some anxiety around being social and tried to stay away from people.

During school he would live with his dad. It was a pretty place. There was a small wooded area behind the neighborhood, but it had a nice clearing with a lake… Ben was too scared to ever go in since he didn’t know how to swim and couldn’t see the bottom.

He got bullied a lot and didn’t have many friends, but found comfort in video games.

He can’t handle being touched and he hates eye contact. The only way he was ever able to communicate was through screens because it made it easier for him.

He loved to get lost in the fantasy of the worlds he played in, especially Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask…

As a young adult, he couldn’t get away from the screens. He felt safe! He felt normal, though hiding from the world.

As time went on, at age 21, he realized he couldn’t live like that. But he was too scared to go… he didn’t want to repeat every other time of his life.

So, he found some chains in his dad’s garage and decided to finally take a ‘swim’ in the lake…

Living in the Screen

So, yes. He’s apart of the Mansion and has the cabin within the Mid-Mansion.

He prefers to live behind the screens though. There’s no sound except the buzzing of the electricity, he’s not having to move around the circuit board, and he has completely privacy.

He’s in the game system, yes, but not too far. It’s almost like he’s in the lights that bring the graphics to life.

He’s not visible unless you put your face right up to the screen. You might see a few green and brown pixels-

That’s BEN.

Social Shocker

Introvert v. Extrovert

He’s pretty quiet and introverted.

Sure, he likes talking to people, and he can strike up a conversation with just about anybody…. But when push comes to shove, at the end of the day…. Leave him alone. Let him sleep in his electronic void.

Friendships

He has a few genuine friends that he holds close: Lost Silver, Dark Link, Neon Spike, Nina the Killer.

Outside of those friends, he doesn’t really hang out with anyone consistently.

Self Esteem

BEN actually has a lot of insecurities.

The water made it so his skin looks like it’s constantly peeling. He’s a sickly bluish green with bleeding eyes and carries chains on his arms and legs.

It makes him feel gross. So, he hides in his electronic void….

Unless he finds one of his “distraction buddies:” Jeff the Killer, Puppeteer, Nathan the Nobody, Clockwork, Jane the Killer, and LJ

These are the ones that he feels he’s better than. If he feels bad in his appearance or skills in murder, why not crush someone in a video game?

Burn Out

Like most people, he can get social burn out- or even video game burn out.

When he’s feeling socially drained he’ll either escape to the screens, or sit with some of the quieter folks.

It seems quite counterproductive to be with people while you’re socially burnt out- but it works for him.

He particularly likes to watch others work on their projects: Jason and his dolls, Liu with metal and woodworking, Helen painting, etc.

Neutrality

You might have noticed that there are members of both the Mansion and the Dungeon in this section.

That’s because the Operator can’t restrict his social life.

It tried to and failed miserably.

It’s not that BEN can move through electronics of any kind- BEN becomes the electronic.

The Operator can’t keep him from getting anywhere and to anyone…

In the Mansion

BEN is really just cybersecurity.

He keeps a tab open for people who he’s told might be getting a bit close to answers.

He’s also the alarm/warning system.

He set up a way to detect if someone who isn’t in the mansion gets within a certain radius, so he notifies the Rebellions.

Murder

BEN has to have his fun too, right?

He likes to challenge his victims and give them a chance at survival.

Basically, it starts by him being summoned (usually by accident).

Then, he gives the typical warning: YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT

After that, he cyber-stalks his victims for a while. Whenever he’s decided he wants to end it, he appears to them again.

He cuts all their power and cell service except for the device they’re on. He challenges them to a game…

If they win, they live. If he wins, they die.

Little does the poor victim know, BEN is a sore loser… in truth, they’re not making it out alive.

They are usually found dead after being electrocuted by their own device. It will be passed off as an electronic malfunction.

Sexuality, Gender, Etc.

He’s not exactly Aromantic, more like gray-romantic. He just doesn’t believe he can be in a relationship.

HE/HIM!! It makes him feel human again and not like a fucking monster.

Divider Creds: sisterlucifergraphics

Header Creds: MEEE!!!

[gabessquishytum]

Dream is bored and he'll be the first to admit that his boredom tends to make him an easy mark for his siblings shenanigans. Case in point, his sister Tel has convinced him - cajoled, dared, whatever, to give a few classes at her always in need of funds community center.

Dream is a world renowned international (dance, ballet, artist, designer) star and he has never been know to hang around normal people, but his inspiration is in a ditch, hole, dark empty place,,,,so he decides how bad can it be.......

Well it's certainly not good, there are no supplies for the classes he wants to teach, and the kids have no idea who he is....just that he seems stuck up. After his first disastrous first day [if it's art classes not dance, Dream leaves the center with paint in and covering places he hasn't since he was teaching Del to paint,,,,, when she was 5], he is taken under the wing of (after his sister leaves him to a hoard of children on his own) the cheerful "Mr. G".

Hob "Mr. G" Gadling has been working at the community center forever, and the kids love him. If asked, Dream would say that he is only flustered around Mr. G because he's still finding his way around the community center, not because on top of being nice Mr. G is gorgeous.

This is so sweet - gotta love Dream doing his best to function around normal people!!!

The kids really aren't so bad. They are, for the most part, simply bored. The community centre is a wonderful place but it lacks funding for really exciting projects, and the kids are kind of tired of making macaroni art, ya know? "Mr. G" kindly explains all of this to Dream as they sit in the car park (and Dream vainly attempts to scrape some of the paint off himself so he can avoid dirtying the interior of his fancy car). And Dream realises that he had been kind of an ass to the kids, and patronised them a whole not... maybe he needs to figure out a new approach.

So he recruits Hob’s assistance and together they head for the nearest art supply superstore. Dream buys several carts full of stuff with his own money and Hob maybe tears up a little bit because Dream is so determined and kind and pretty. Hob definitely has a weakness for beautiful men with big hearts.

Art classes at the community centre take a turn for the better as Dream asks the kids what THEY would like to do. It's settled that they'll make a big mural for the reception area, and everyone gets involved doing stuff that they enjoy. Dream and Tel's brother Ollie is persuaded to come in and help out with some woodworking so the kids can even help make new furniture! Hob offers his own assistance wherever he's required, whether that means opening paint tins or comforting frustrated artists. He's much more gorgeous covered in paint than Dream was.

And at the grand opening of the new reception area, complete with mural and custom artworks, Dream has hardly ever been so proud. Mostly because he's found his inspiration: his sketchbooks are full of sketches of Mr. G... and yes, some of them are nude, but Dream just blushes when asked how he knows about the tattoo on Hob’s left buttock!

(He knows about it because Hob showed him, in great detail. But Dream isn't one to kiss and tell about his boyfriend's intimate parts!)

[oldestfriend-invisibly]

Little Pril HCs!!!

Happy(?) Parks 10 year ending anniversary!!

Pril is my favourite girl ever and I had so much fun coming up with these. Some of these I’ve mentioned in fics/ comments already, and some of these I’m planning to write fics about.

-April often gets fussy at bedtime/ nap time, and the most sure fire way to calm her down and get her to sleep is to put a Duke Silver CD on for her. It’s a combination of having listened to it a lot as a child and feeling comforted by her Pa that makes her feel immediately so small and sleepy.

-Ben takes her on walks in the park so she can point out and tell him about all the dog breeds she sees. It’s like their version of going to feed the ducks. 

-She isn’t really big on drawing or colouring, but she really loves painting and gets very messy when doing it. Ron has some of her paintings framed next to his prized pieces of woodwork.

-She makes pasta necklaces just so she can eat the dry pasta (Andy joins in with this).

-A lot of the time when small, April needs her CGs to take over small tasks for her (e.g. buckling her into the car, walking her through her morning/ bedtime routine, setting out her food exactly the way she likes it). She’s very easily overwhelmed when regressed, and often these small tasks feel far too big. 

-But also she really loves these as little reminders that she is loved, safe, and cared for.

-This one is 100% me projecting what I did as a kid onto Pril- all of her stuffies are named after people she knows (mine were all nursery staff or family friends). It can get quite confusing when she’s “Looking for Donna” and they have to figure out if she means the human being or her stuffed dragon. 

-Every single time she’s in the car (usually with Ben and/ or Leslie, but she’ll force anybody into it) she makes them play I-spy with her. She always wins by claiming she’s spied aliens and giraffes and submarines- things she absolutely does not see on the way to the supermarket and nobody would ever think to guess.

-Even when small, she can still be kinda mean sometimes (albeit her insults are incredibly childish and never really taken seriously.) Ann makes her apologise every time though, and her apologies are always too sweet not to accept.

-She has a day the week after her actual birthday which is officially Little Pril’s birthday, and her CGs spoil her absolutely rotten with presents. 

-She can’t/ doesn’t mask when regressed and so stims much more obviously- mainly increased vocal stimming. She also needs to move more- e.g. spinning on her chair/ bouncing on her feet.

-She and Andy love playing dress up, and they often rope Ben into it. April is very much in charge of what they play, but Ben and Andy don’t mind playing whatever character she wants them to. 

[overyonder]

A little intro I guess, because everyone seems to be doing them :)

My name is juno, I don't really have any other names, but call me whatever u like, idc really.

My gender is NOT something i have the brain power to figure out, but i go by he/him or she/her pronouns (please refrain from using they/them for me :D)

I'm also a big LESBIAN (woooh scary)

The interests i will post about are only six idiots projects because I want to keep my blog within the same area :)

In this blog, I kinda do anything if it links to the six idiots, especially yonderland. Expect to see a lot of crochet trevors and drawings of the elders! I also cosplay, but not much so I might post some about it if it fits :D

But I also like (but don't really participate in the fandom of):

What we do in the shadows

Motherland

Here we go

The thick of it

Stath lets flats

Schitts creek

Komi can't communicate

The rocky horror picture show

Madilyn mei

Beach bunny

Good kid

Sir chloe

(The struggles of hating to branch out with my music taste so having NO ONE to talk to about music to 😭)

I also somehow have the time for hobbies, omg! I like crocheting (hence the trevors), drawing, sewing, woodwork and I also play bass :)

I'm not really sure of tumblr etiquette yet, so please let me know if I do something wrong I guess? Also, I might not reach out to you because I'm super shy and I don't really know how to interact online, hope that's ok :D. Still, ive had some really great interactions with some awesome people here so feel free to message if you want a chat, I'm usually not busy 😊

Something to keep in mind is that I'm a minor, so please keep interactions appropriate. Also, I might take some breaks if I'm not feeling fabulous mentally (or sometimes i do that thing where i just forget tumblr is a thing that I post on and just check it and not post for like several weeks) but I'll be back before you know it :)

Also, if you follow me, I will most likely follow you back :D

Thanks for reading this silliness, and thanks to all who support me, it means the world :)

Me jumping out at u rn ^

[roniinoodles]

Out of the Ordinary. john price x reader (2/??)

old west vibes. reader isn't referred too as 'you', reader is referred to as she/her because the story is written from john's pov. no physical description is given. title is based off of ordinary by alex warren. not beta read.

1st part.

The whole thing starts when he runs into the preacher, early on a Tuesday morning at the general store.

The man is pleasant as always, makes conversation easy, and leans into the fact that the town is finally getting a teacher after all these years, (it’s slow going getting there because the man talks about everything from the weather to Mr. Saunders’ horse having another foal, to how John missed church the past Sunday).

John wonders the whole time the man’s talking about this new teacher, why this concerns him, he’s known how to read and write for years. They’ve also had the school completely built for three months. It’s not until the man finally gets to the point, it’s not until John has checked out the few items he needs and is standing outside, purchases already shoved in saddle bags, and waiting to climb onto his horse.

The preacher finally says to him, the school doesn’t have a desk for the teacher, nor do they have desks for the kids and he’s wondering if John had the time to make some like he did with the pullbin and pews for the church. The church would pay of course, seeing as how they were the ones asking.

John says yes, he’d be happy too if only to get out of this conversation and go home to cook supper. He asks the man what he’s thinking, gets an idea of what they’re looking for, and finally gets on his horse.

It’s not until much later when he’s home, had some supper, that he finds himself in the shop, looking at the wood he has, thinking he’ll make something nice, something stained so the teacher can feel the softness of the wood without worrying about spills or marks from chalk that won’t wash out. He’s gonna make something that’ll last through multiple teachers because he’s sure once that young woman gets this far out west and realizes it’s not what she thought it was, she’ll be packing to head home and they’ll be waiting for the next teacher.

Not everyone stays or survives their first time out west.

It takes a few weeks, between finishing other projects and the few duties he has outside of woodworking, to get 20 desks made, big enough to fight the older kids, but still be comfortable for the little ones. The teacher's desk takes him just a little bit longer because he adds drawers to it, for her to keep things in, carves designs into the legs because the idea struck him when he couldn’t sleep and no one was there to stop him from doing it.

There’s pride in his step when he’s unloading everything into the new school, one of the older boy’s helping move everything in, get them set up just the way the preacher’s wife wants them.

That’s when he sees her, the new teacher.

He’s standing outside watching the young man load off the last student desk and he looks up for just a moment, there she is.

God must have been doing his best work when he made her, all delicate features and soft curves. He’s never been a religious man, a devout one anyway, but he’s thinking he might have to start worshipping if God was making things as beautiful as her. He’s seen a few of God’s more beautiful creations during his thirty five years on this planet, from views of the mountains when he’s standing in the valley to views of the valley when he’s standing on the mountain, but he’s never seen anything like her.

It’s her voice too, like the perfect song to soothe a wounded man’s heart, almost what he imagined angels were meant to sound like. When she speaks to him, introduces herself, he finds himself without words, finds his heart beating several speeds too fast and his mouth dryer than it's ever been. (Even when he was stuck in the trenches during the war and hadn’t had a thing to drink in almost a week.)

He’s glad for the preacher’s wife then, when she introduces him and he finds himself removing his hat, combing a hand through his hair so he looks mildly presentable. If he knew he’d be meeting an angel today, he would have removed some of the sawdust from his clothes, would have run a brush through his beard. She doesn’t seem to mind though, just smiles softly at him and keeps talking. He finds he could listen to her talk about just anything and be happy for the rest of his days.

" Captain Price made the desks, you see. " The older woman says, looking between the two of them. There’s something in the woman’s eyes that John can’t quite name, but the teacher just keeps looking at him, the smallest smile on her face.

" Just John, not a captain anymore, ma’am. "

Her cheeks are pink though and he speaks up about getting them inside and warmed up, one of the older boys already started the fire for her. Not that any of them knew she’d be coming today, not that it was really cold enough to have a fire going, but the preacher had insisted once the weather started to chill.

Yet when they get inside, her cheeks don’t stop being pink, only seem to get pinker the longer she looks at him. Perhaps now she’s too hot, should he take her coat? He can’t do that, ain’t his place after all.

He finds himself a silent observer as the preacher’s wife leads her through the school, shows her around, goes over lesson plans, lets her have a look at her small home just behind the wall that holds the chalkboard. Again, his mouth goes dry when her hands touch the wood of the desk he made for her. The way small fingers slide gently over the wood, the way she smiles when she sees the little woodland creatures carved into sides, or the greenery carved into the legs.

When she looks up at him, the smile she gives to only him makes his heart stop beating in his chest for long enough he thinks he might have died and gone straight to heaven. Even if God doesn’t have a place for him up there, not with the blood that stains his hands, not with the lives he’s taken, and all of the mistakes he’s made.

There’s no angels for him either, he knows that. Even if his heart wants the sweet little thing in front of him; young and beautiful, well spoken, with a soft figure. That’s an angel not meant for the likes of him, but it doesn’t mean he’ll stop wanting. After all, he’s just a man, one filled with enough sin to keep the devil busy for a few decades.

Eventually he does have to leave, has other projects to complete, and it's almost time for supper. As much as his heart hates the idea of leaving, of his eyes missing a single second of looking at her, he knows he needs to leave because lingering like this ain’t gonna look good. Especially if the preacher’s wife leaves, being alone and childless with the new teacher won’t look good for her reputation, and he’d hate to get her off to a bad start with the town. She’ll be good for this place, he thinks, bringing a little sunshine and light to a place (and a man) who could use a little more of it.

Her voice washes over him when he leaves, telling him thank you for the desks, that his work is beautiful, and it makes him want to linger. He doesn’t though, thanks her before sliding his hat on his head, paying the young boy who helped him off load and climbing up on the wagon.

He misses the way she lingers in the doorway to watch him leave, misses the preacher’s wife have a knowing smile across her face, but he doesn’t miss the way his heart screams at him to turn back, to sweep that woman off her feet and drag her back to den to make her his.

He won’t though, he tells that old thing he’s surprised is still beating, she deserves better than the likes of him.

[massivetittiesandwarcrimes]

With the holiday season approaching I thought I would put out this quick gifting PSA:

Do not, under ANY* circumstances, give any of the women, mothers, or wives in your family appliances, household goods, or things for the family/kids.

It is rude, dismissive, and sexist.

Gifts for birthdays and holidays are supposed to be about the person receiving them: giving a woman one of the above gifts sends the message, intentional or otherwise, that you do not view them as a person beyond whatever role they have in the family (homemaker/wife/mother).

Objectively, this also applies to any man, fathers, or husbands, but honestly I have never seen that happen to them.

I've seen plenty of wives and mothers be given new can openers or toys for their kids, but I've never seen a husband or dad be gifted a diaper bag or toaster.

Additionally, if you are going to buy makeup or beauty supplies of any kind for the women in your lives, for the Love of All that is Good and Holy (and to save you time, effort, and stress) bring the item with you**. The lipstick she likes? Bring the one she has with you. Her favorite shampoo? Take a picture or bring the empty bottle with you; don't worry about looking weird for carrying around trash or half open items from home, employees see it all the time. Trust me.

(*The only exception is if she looks you Directly in the eye and Explicitly says 'I would like [specific appliance/child care item] for the holiday i.e. playpen or new washer)

(**it's just like going to the hardware store: if you need a specific size screw, fixture, filter, or whatever, it is so SO much easier to bring the item you're replacing or need with you. It means you don't have to try to remember or describe to a helpful employee what you need.)

Oh! And one final note before I leave you: if you have any artist or crafters or hobbyists in your life (knitting, crochet, embroidery, beadwork, painting, woodworking, etc) do not just buy them something related to their hobby. Unless it is someone very new to the hobby who is just learning the ropes, I guarantee they have specific brands or tools or such that they use or need or want. And because many arts, crafts, and hobby things can be a bit pricey, it is safer and more efficient all around to either ask them very specifically about anything they want or need, take them with you, or simply get them a gift card to the store they prefer.

[brought to you by someone who has both A) Bought my mother some very nice and interesting yarn which she has never used because I only got her one skain and B) been gifted art supplies that I do not know how to use (pastels), already have plenty of (beading thread), and are completely wrong/useless for my needs (random selection of embroidery floss that is very pretty, but nothing I need for the current projects I have). Yes it is very nice that you are trying to do something for the artistic person in your life, and they will appreciate it because it is a gift and thoughtful, but if you want them to actually get use out of their gift, you're going to have to be a bit more strategic.]

[prettykittytanjiro]

Ramayan: a character analysis

Part 1

Link to part 2

I just found a paper which had a Ramayan and Mahabharat stupid character analyses cause me and my friend couldn't be bothered to do physics and maths so I'm gonna share them with y'all >:D

Its kinda school / work/ jumble au made for funsies :3

Lakshman:

The Original Angry Bird

Its also his nickname

probably had a emo and My Little Pony phase

He knows all the My Little Pony lore

He's the guy who can basically conjure up anything and everything the second you need it

Some idiot (read: us): aw, dammit- I forgot the lighter!

Lakshman, tending to a fire he made with nothing but a leaf: what?

I'd like to think he's also very paranoid about hygiene

He has a secret fanclub he's unaware of

EXTREMELY COMPETITIVE AND WILL DO HIS BEST TO DECIMATE THE OPPONENT WITHOUT HESITATION

•will shake the opponent's hands in congratulations/his version of 'you did good' (depending on the result of the match) after whatever they were competing for while smiling and speaking in the kindest tone known to mankind as if he just hadn't attempted murder :)

The house is FULL of woodworking projects he's made by himself- people see a LOT of them on Urmila's and Ram's desks/workplaces/lockers :)

Adding onto that he almost always has like tiny little wood chips/sticking eticking on to HIM AND HIM ONLY👍

Shatrughan:

Who?

he's the kid who took arts as a stream, probably

He writes fanfiction on characters that deserve more attention than they get

Has ALL the tea even though noone even THOUGH HE'S NOT EVEN PRESENT AT THE SCENE IN THE CCTV-

He's the great vent-entity that possesses every vent in existence, that's how-

He's the guy with PERFECT attendance but somehow STILL gets questioned if he's even in class or not :(

He's the very cool wine uncle and has a very great taste in fashion

Spews out show/game references left and right

Has a secret book with masterplans on how to pull the greatest pranks in history

[woodreality]

How to Build Your Dream Treehouse: A Step-by-Step Guide

As someone who loves DIY projects, building a treehouse has always been one of the most exciting and rewarding experiences. Whether it’s for your kids, as a personal retreat, or simply to challenge your woodworking skills, a treehouse combines creativity, craftsmanship, and nature in the best way possible. In this guide, I’ll walk you through everything you need to know about building a…

[goldnhourwrites]

HEARTSTEEL COLLEGE AU HEADCANONS

This phrase seized me yesterday and I have not been able to stop thinking about it. Who knows, maybe I'll write a fic :)

inspired by my experiences as a college student in the US!

Yone

Pre-med student with a minor in psychology

Does peer tutoring and notetaking for his biology classes

always doing work. being a pre-med student is so much Work All The Time. this is why Yone is always seen with coffee and dark circles under his eyes.

He manages fairly well for someone with so much on his plate - he keeps an impressively functional sleep schedule (goes to bed at 10pm every night, wakes up at 8am every morning)

Is an RA (resident advisor) for his dorm floor and tries to be a good resource for freshmen

Bikes everywhere, enjoys taking walks/getting outdoors for a break from studying

Likes to make and listen to music in his free time (which is not a lot)

Sett

Majoring in athletic training to be a sports coach

Student athlete on the wrestling team - spends a lot of time training and traveling to meets off-campus, so he's not around much until the off-season

Hangs out with the boxing club when he's not doing wrestling

Part of an all-men a capella group and enjoys singing/rapping

Joined a fraternity in his sophomore year because most of the wrestling team was on it and enjoys chilling with his friends in it

Casually bakes things in his free time and brings them to the wrestling team/his classmates/office hours/his frat brothers

K'Sante

Anthropology major, education minor - interested in becoming a teacher/professor and enjoys working with kids

Also a student athlete, on the powerlifting team

Part of a hip-hop dance group on campus and likes to choreograph

Involved in campus queer life and helps organize/run events

Takes voice lessons - used to play trumpet, but didn't have time for both in his schedule

Also part of a fraternity, enjoys the sense of community it offers and plays an active part in organizing/managing their social events

Seems like he's constantly busy, but always makes time for his friends and enjoys the feeling of being on-the-go

Ezreal

History major with a minor in classics (studies Latin/ancient Greek literature and languages)

Acts with a theater club in his spare time - loves musical theater and plays, especially Shakespeare

Hung out in the history/special collections section of the library so much he got a student job there

Loves wandering around campus to find cool, obscure places that he's probably not supposed to be in

Joined a debate team in his freshman year (Kayn was on it) (they hated each other)

Big on going to parties but can't handle alcohol so instead of getting drunk he goes back to his dorm and falls asleep at like 11pm

Aphelios

Computer science major with a minor in graphic design

Does digital art and traditional art; enjoys taking studio art classes when his schedule isn't full

Occasionally does game design and similar coding projects

In the orchestra and plays the violin!

Enjoys physically making things every once in a while - jewelry, paintings, etc. and often doodles in a sketchbook absentmindedly

Sometimes publishes his art and poetry in a student magazine under a pseudonym

Kayn

Political science or government major with a minor in studio art

Spends a lot of time in the woodworking/metalworking studios, partially for art classes and partially because he just likes hands-on projects

Plays electric guitar and was part of a student band for a while (the one he got kicked out of)

Likes parkour and rock climbing, regularly shows off his ability to climb up things that he definitely should not be climbing on

Member of a fraternity (but it's the kind that throws a bunch of parties and probably has illegal drugs)

Goes out to party every weekend and doesn't wake up until 1pm the next day

Skateboards everywhere and knows a bunch of cool tricks

Alune

Film production major with a minor in biology

Part of a fashion design club and does photoshoots for/with them

Does a capella and loves performing! Does musical theater every once in a while

Active in political causes on campus

Works as a barista in one of the campus cafés

Likes to roller skate around

i have a couple combined/group headcanons that i'll post tomorrow if i have time :3 this AU has grabbed me and is currently shaking me by the shoulders and won't let go