#and it's hard to internalize I know!!! its so hard!!!!

[oatmealaddiction]

I studied a lot of Lorris Malaguzzi who's an Italian educator who developed the Reggio Emilia approach to education, and one of his many ideas was that how you view children will then influence what children are. If you think that boys are better at sports than girls, that belief will be reflected in the boys and girls you interact with. This philosophy impacted his approach in his schools, where children's art is displayed on pedestals with lights on it and plaques listing materials and artist comments. They presented clay that babies pounded with their fists in glass cases and invited adults to come and view it in tiny museum set ups. Art teachers fully rejected the idea of planned art projects and wouldn't manipulate the work at all. Malaguzzi's philosophy is that if you treat children as legitimate thinkers, and artists, and you value their work as meaningful and important, than that child will be more thoughtful and creative. Because of this too there was a rejection of fisher price toys and plastic light up buttons in Reggio schools, instead focusing on real world materials that adults also used in order not to condescend to them. Maybe my perspective is different on this because I've had this education and I actually wanted to go into children's television when I was in school, but there's been a cultural shift in children's programming in the last couple of decades that's been reflective of this ideology, and is trying really hard to engage children as a legitimate audience and not talk down to them. So shows like Bluey are making really innovative changes in preschool programming by trying to teach both its child and adult audience about classical music, philosophy, and critical theory in a way preschoolers will understand (Legit, Bluey introduced me to Gustav Holt - my horizons were broadened). The reason parents like Bluey isn't because it doles out parenting advice, it's because it's good and meaningful and has big ideas its communicating through a child-friendly format. The reason Ghibli stands the test of time and has been lauded by so many critics, is because it values its child audience and trusts their intelligence. It doesn't feel the need to make Spirited Away stupider just because children are the primary audience. I just think though if you commit yourself to making children's media more engaging and complex with bigger ideas that don't talk down to children, and you trust them with more adult tools, then you can't be surprised when those productions have more adult fans who've latched onto the art and consume it, and while you're looking at it from the perspective of "isn't this dumbing down adults?" I tend to look at it more from the perspective of that it's actually important for kids to see adults engage with the art they care about and take it seriously. Like, call me crazy but I don't think there should be this big gulf between "art for kids" and "art for adults" in the same way I don't really like the fisher price toys and the plastic blaring lights that treats children like rats in skinner boxes. My hope is that children's art becomes more elevated over time and the people churning out the AI shows without regard for kids just to make easy money, are outweighed by the adults who have a passion for the medium and something important they do want to say to children. If we act like children's art is never worth engaging with, children internalize the message their art is worth less, and their taste is inherently lesser. If we put it in the museum and we give it a real serious analysis, then children will be able to grow into more serious artists.

And like obviously I think engaging with adult media is important too, and not all media needs to be suitable for children - or children's media needs to be suitable for adults. But why is it shameful to engage with children's art - you don't even have to like it but why does knowing its content and its messages make you less serious? Like, is the baby pottery not meaningful art that deserved its spot in the museum? Am I stupid for looking at it because I'm an adult? Why is the art adults made for children 'dumb shit?' If that's all you see it as, that's all it is ever going to be.

I do find it increasingly uncomfortable how much of an expectation there is for adults, even childless adults, to be delighted by and engaged with media that is made for children. No adult needs to “broaden” their horizons by reading YA books. It’s is weird and shameful to read primarily children’s’ books if you are not a child! You deserve to be looked down upon for this! It’s weird for childless adults to watch Bluey, though I agree with my parenting friends that it’s excellent SEL content, which I will never watch because I am a fucking grown-up. The great privilege and joy of childlessness is being free from the dumb shit that innocent children love. It’s contemptible that adults deny themselves this privilege and it’s creepy that mass culture encourages this. Let’s celebrate the freedom of our barren wombs with some fucking Robert Caro and some bitter-tasting foods.

[littlefireball]

ʏʜ|ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀ (ᴍ)

ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ʙᴏꜱꜱ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ꜱʜᴏᴛ, ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ|ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.1ᴋ

In the eyes of the public, he was seen as the perfect idol, exuding charm with his captivating smile and warm laughter. However, beneath this facade lay a heart shrouded in darkness, consumed by malevolent thoughts and insatiable desires.

When night descended, he shed his mask of civility and transformed into a merciless demon prowling the streets, seeking out his next victim. His eyes gleamed with a chilling ruthlessness, and the glint of his blade spoke of impending doom. Whether it be innocent bystanders or vulnerable orphans, he showed no mercy as he cast them into the depths of despair.

His reign of terror cast a shadow over the city, leaving the police powerless and the populace gripped by fear. His name became synonymous with dread and hopelessness, instilling fear in all who dared to challenge his authority as he tightened his grip on the city.

"Jeong Yunho?" You studied the document in your hands meticulously, detailing his litany of crimes - from murder to theft to robbery. His rap sheet was well-known, but as you perused the list, you couldn't help but be taken aback by the extent of his atrocities.

Flipping to the back page, a photograph of a strikingly handsome face caught your eye, drawing you in with its allure. It was hard to reconcile this visage with the ruthless mafia boss he was known to be.

"Yes, I'm sure you're quite familiar with him," your boss remarked, lighting a cigarette and watching the ember fade to ash in the tray. His gaze met yours, conveying the gravity of the task at hand.

As the organization's top assassin, the responsibility for this perilous mission fell squarely on your shoulders.

"Don't worry, I've got this," you assured with a confident smile, offering a respectful bow before turning to depart.

Your boss observed your retreating figure impassively, reaching for his phone to make a call. "Keep an eye on Y/N," he instructed. Recent internal strife within the organization had led to a string of mysterious deaths, with all signs pointing to a traitor within. And you, unfortunately, were the prime suspect.

As night cloaked the city, you ventured alone to Yunho's clandestine hideout. Following the map's directions, you navigated the labyrinthine sewers, the oppressive atmosphere thick with the stench of blood and decay. Evading the guards' patrols and surmounting various obstacles with practiced ease, you pressed on undeterred. The journey was fraught with challenges, yet you moved with a grace that belied the difficulty.

Though you were aware of the man tailing you, you feigned ignorance, knowing the need to maintain the charade. He had been your trusted partner for years, his feelings for you transcending mere camaraderie. "So the organization sent you to shadow me." you mused inwardly, a hint of pride coloring your features as you remained unruffled.

"Alright, Johnathan, let's see what you're made of," you teased, straying from the designated path, leaving Johnathan puzzled as he trailed behind. "Y/N…you wouldn't betray us, would you?" he muttered to himself, his hopes slowly crumbling as your actions defied his expectations.

You maintained a facade of focus on the task at hand, all the while subtly leading him towards the trap. As you both reached the deserted sixth floor, the only thing in sight was a closed metal door. A quick glance at the CCTV camera outside the door, and a seductive smile plays on your lips, hinting at the impending spectacle.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Johnathan attempting to hide, but you called out to him, "No need to hide, come out." Your voice carried a provocative tone, adding to the tension in the air.

"Y/N." You turned your head and met his sad face.

"Why you…"

"What? Don't you want me to kill Jeong Yunho? Why did the target become me?"

"You…why? Aren't we companions?"

"You shouldn't kill me since I'm a comrade?"

"You betrayed the others first!" His tone was excited at first, but then softened. "That man forced you, right? Just tell me and I will help you." His words were extremely ridiculous. The facts were in front of him, but he didn't want to believe them, trying to convince himself with ridiculous rhetoric.

Despite your internal eye-rolls, you continued the charade, feigning vulnerability to keep the fool in front of you engaged. "You must have your reasons, right?" Your faux tears elicited a tender look from him, "I always knew you had a good heart, unwilling to aid in wrongdoing…"

In a sudden swift motion, you drew a pistol from your pocket, aiming at his thigh and firing. The bullets slice through the air, piercing his flesh and painting the floor red with blood. As he writhed in pain, you mocked, "You talk too much. I don't like it." With a casual air, you toyed with the gun in your hand, as he stared at you in shock, his voice trembling with agony.

At that moment, the door behind him creaks open, revealing a tall figure stepping into view.

ClapClapClap "You did so well, Y/N." Yunho, wearing a white suit, walked to you slowly and lightly brushed your arm with his fingers.

"Did I?" Your gaze that was originally full of murderous intent suddenly became gentle and full of love.

"Of course, my girl." He brushed your lips with his fingers and looked at the blood spots dotted on your face, feeling a rush of heat in his body.

"You're so hot, babe." He lowered his head and kissed your lips, making a harsh kissing sound.

"You traitor!!" Johnathan, who was lying on the ground, roared angrily.

"No, you're wrong. She has always been mine. She was just bored before, so she joined your organization for fun. Where did the betrayal come from?" Anger, sadness, injustice, all emotions surged into Johnathan's heart.

"I thought…you are a good woman, capable and smart…" He said reluctantly, apparently not noticing Yunho's increasingly dissatisfied expression.

"But you! Betrayed us!!" You rolled your eyes, not caring about any of his words.

"It's a shame that I…I even liked you!"

"Oh! You like her?" Before you could say anything, Yunho answered first, his eyes full of jealousy and dissatisfaction as he didn't allow others to have a thing for you.

"But sorry~She is mine, only mine." He hugged you into his arms and kissed you again.

In contrast to the previous encounter, this kiss was forceful, asserting dominance. He drew a shotgun from his pocket and fired in the direction of the man without even opening his eyes. A scream pierced the air, causing a momentary pause. The bullet struck the man's arm, blood seeping out steadily.

"Jealous?" Yunho smirked, relishing Johnathan's pained expression.

"I don't care!"

"Is that so? How about a little game? Let's see if you tell the truth or lies." Yunho lifted you up and pushed you down onto the long table in the room.

Surprised, you met Yunho's gaze as he whispered in your ear, "I know you enjoy being watched while I fuck you. Am I right?"

"Tsk…no need to say it." You playfully patted his chest, feigning shyness. "Just fuck me then."

You entwined your fingers around Yunho's neck and met his lips. This kiss continued the theme of dominance. He took control, exploring your lips and intertwining his tongue with yours. A rush of heat spread through your body, the air around you growing warmer.

Yunho moved to remove your shirt, but you halted him. "Do you want him to see me naked? Don't you mind?" "Ugh…I hate it. But I want to see it, what do you think I should do?" "You can take your time later in bed." You playfully bit his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Promise?" "Promise." He grinned, burying his face in your neck, kissing you fervently. You taunted the man on the ground, his face a mix of sadness and anger, tears streaming down his cheeks. You turned your head away, matching Yunho's movements.

His kisses trailed down, pausing at your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles on your heated skin. Waves of electricity coursed through you. The thought of being watched intensified the heat in your body, the desire becoming overwhelming. "Hurry, Yuyu. I need you. Please fuck me." "Impatient, my dear?" He pecked your lips, his hands tracing your waist. You lifted your hips, allowing him to remove your clothes, deftly unbuttoning his trousers and pulling down his underwear.

"My girl is fucking horny, Hm? Want my cock?"

"Yes, I want you deep inside me." Your plea fueled Yunho's desire, his confidence swelling.

"Good girl. Let me fuck you until you see stars"

"That's something you can't have." Yunho challenged, thrusting into you without warning.

"Yunho, oh god!" You arched your back, a surge of pleasure almost pushing you over the edge.

"You're so big!"

His thrusts were initially steady and continuous, gliding in and out, creating a friction against your moist inner walls. The soft sounds of water and breathing filled the room, causing a flush to rise on people's cheeks. The man on the floor averted his gaze, unwilling to witness the intimate moment unfolding before him. The scene repulsed him deeply. Yunho, observing the man's reaction, felt a sense of dissatisfaction. He desired to see the man torn between jealousy and desire, trapped in a state of miserable conflict.

As the rhythm shifted, the intensity of his movements increased. Instead of the rapid thrusts from before, he began to enter slowly and forcefully. Each penetration felt like it was pushing past your limits, sending waves of numbness through your body. "Ha! Hm!" Your moans grew louder and more hoarse, your legs bending to allow Yunho to delve deeper.

"You're so tight," he remarked, his movements unyielding as he hit all the right spots with precision. He knew your body intimately. "Right here," you gasped as he targeted your most sensitive spot, throwing your head back in pleasure. "Here?" He teased, hitting the same spot again, eliciting a shy moan from you. "How could I not know? After all, I've fucked you countless times." He deliberately directed the comment at the man on the floor, simply to provoke him.

"Ah… Ah… Ah…" Your shy moans filled the room with each thrust, your eyes shut tightly as you breathed heavily through your mouth, your throat growing dry. "Does it feel good?" "Ye… Yes," you managed to reply, almost speechless from the intensity of his lovemaking, the relentless stimulation leaving you dizzy with pleasure.

"But our guest seems not feeling good." You turned your head and saw Johnathan lying on the ground motionless, but still breathing. It seemed that he was tortured by the pain of the wound.

"Maybe he needs something good to heal him." "Hm?" Yunho wrapped around your waist, picked you up easily, and then placed you on the ground. You faced the ceiling light, and yunho then overed you and fucked you again. "Oh gosh!" You looked up and found that you were facing Johnathan, and you instantly understood what yunho meant.

"You're so bad~" You smiled and patted his chest. "Am I? I could be worse." He pulled Johnathan's hair and forced him to look at you. "Watch me fuck her, hm?" "You dickhead!" Jognathan cursed, causing Yunho to get angry. Yunho's hand was on your waist, thrusting wildly, as if he had unlimited energy, hitting your g-spot again and again.

"Fuck~yuyu~" Hearing your pet name for him, Johnathan couldn't help but yelling in pain, all the anger in his heart stopped in his throat as if it could not pass through the narrow path and could only roar. Yunho laughed proudly when he saw this─the struggle in pain was the most beautiful sight in the world.

He let go of Johnathan's hand and turned to the top of your head, thrusting hard, lowering his head to kiss you, looking into Johnathan's eyes full of hatred and disgust from time to time.

"I'm fucking kill you!!" "Hey, let's try it next time." Yunho took out the pistol from his pocket and handed it to you. "Kill him, Y/N. I love watching you kill others. It's so hot." ​​Your finger pointed at Johnathan's forehead, your eyes no longer lacked the companionship of the past, only full of lust.

"Sure, my darling. I love you so much." You disgusted him one more time as you wanted him to remember this feeling forever before he died. Without waiting for his response, you shot him. Blood splashes all over your body, creating a strange beauty on your body.

"You're so beautiful." Yunho pulled you up and kissed your wet and red lips.

"Remember our promise?"

"Of course." You smiled evilly, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him carry you to the bathroom.

No one in this city can overthrow his control, because even the strongest killer has fallen in love with him early on.

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi

[kyonite]

every day I see someone online like "all my friends hate me" and I want to shake them by the shoulders like. that is a mean thing to say about your friends!! they don't deserve that. It's such a hard lesson to learn and you have to keep internalizing it until you die but you all need to fucking start sometimes!!! if ur friends are ur friends then they don't hate you. that is how friends work. I'm sorry your childhood was bad or you've had toxic friend groups in the past but it is mean to your friends to continue to think this when they've given you no reason to. It is a mean thing to think about them.

[brighteuphony]

I love Chiyo- and I kind of headcanon her as a Witch of the Woods (Sands???) archetype- a bitter old woman who has sacrificed too much, experienced and committed more atrocities than anyone can imagine, and who knows the truth about what lies in the hearts of men to live among the villages anymore.

In my AU she's got a pretty dark backstory. Back in time when Villages were just getting established, women weren't allowed to be shinobi in the same capacity as men. There was too much warring and death among the clans to risk women, so they were only ever allowed to serve as spies or medics. (Chiyo started off as a medic).

And like any military/fascist dictatorship, serving the state was more important than anything else- so women who were kunoichi were given missions to steal and return with powerful bloodlines. Even before villages, this was a common fear among clans (which is why so many of them have protective measures and inbreed/arrange matches very carefully).

Chiyo was one such woman, who took a X-rated mission in her youth because she was told it would 'serve her nation'. There was a powerful bloodline whose Kekkei Genkai could harden sand to something akin to Steel- something Suna very desperately wanted.

Chiyo succeeded in her mission, but despite the veneer of 'serving your nation', when she returned, she was considered, in her words, "Just another whore."

Then when her son didn't manifest the bloodline- it was worse, but Chiyo was happy because that meant her son was HERS. (This is when she met Enji, and he saved her son's life at great cost- so Chiyo owes him a blood/life debt.)

Then the war came, and they needed women to fight so now serving the nation meant something different, and Chiyo became a full fledged 'shinobi' and turned her healing towards poison and death- especially when she had to fight the Salamander.

Then she sealed Gaara and that was the atrocity straw that broke the camel's back and she dipped out Suna and retired to an oasis. She's still a healer, but adamantly refuses to serve shinobi.

Once again, thank you so much for these asks and all the support for this AU?

@youngpeacearbiter

[slutdge]

day 9,047 of the dont kill yourself challenge

[martyrbat]

grimm – batman: legends of the dark knight #149

[ID: a panel sequence of young Dick Grayson just two months after his parents' murders. He's sulking at the dining table in the grandiose Wayne Manor. The dinner is taking place in front of a lit fireplace that causes the entire room to have a soft, bronze glow to it. The table itself is long and decorated and Bruce Wayne is sitting on the opposite end of it. Alfred Pennyworth prompts, “More mashed potatoes, Master Dick—?” But Dick is too busy thinking about a young criminal he ran into when he snuck out earlier. He quietly mutters the taunt she told him, “‘Spoiled brat in a circus suit’—?” Alfred asks, “Was that a yes or a no?” The pouting child brusquely tells him, ”no,” which causes the butler to clear his throat. Dick begrudgingly corrects himself, “No thank you, Alfred.” Alfred responds, “As you wish, Master Dick.”

But Dick is already uttering another taunt under his breath, “‘Lap of luxury’!” Bruce leans forward slightly and asks if everything is okay but Dick dismisses his concern. He excuses, “I'm... I'm not very hungry, Bruce. Is it okay if I go to my room?” Despite his obvious qualms, Bruce awkwardly smiles and replies, “Uh... Of course. Certainly.” Dick gets up as Alfred tells him the food will be in the refrigerator if he gets hungry later but Dick just ‘uh-huh’s him as he walks away. With the child upstairs, Bruce immediately stands up and paces. He stops in front of the fireplace and stares into the blaze as he monologues his worries, “Maybe this was a mistake. What in the world made me think I could raise a boy? I don't know the first thing about it! I've always been a loner! I don't have the knowledge... or the disposition... to make this work.” Alfred wryly asks, “Are you addressing the fireplace, Sir—or me?” But Bruce stresses his demur without looking at him, “His parents are dead, Alfred! What gives me the temerity to believe I can replace them in his life?”

Alfred solemnly reassures, “I asked myself the same questions once. What in the world did a butler know about raising a young man who'd just lost the two people he loved most in the world? But strangely enough, Sir—I adapted. I learned. I learned because I wanted to... Because I cared. And... despite some difficulties along the way—I think the young man in question turned out splendidly. And I think Master Dick will too.” Bruce doesn't say anything but he his eyes closed in thought as Alfred talks before looking at him with a soft smile. He straightens his posture when Alfred finishes and puts his hand on his shoulder, silently grateful for the man's fatherly reassurance and support once again. END ID]

[puppppppppy]

how. do u sona....

[eosofspades]

also love aroaceness love being aroacespec but i need to vent for a sec, realizing im on the aro spectrum and queering my ideas about how relationships can be has fucking eviscerated my ability to write romance. nearly every one i try to write ends up being more queerplatonic and suuuper not traditionally romantic (in most cases you can't even really call it that), and even when it doesn't, i get totally lost trying to write the attraction bc - i can't describe it as "wanting to be more," bc romance isn't inherently better/more fulfilling than platonic relationships, i think an actual romantic relationship is already just a best friend with different intimacy, but you can't boil it down to JUST that, bc then that's physical/sexual attraction which is a whole third thing, and anyway friends can kiss and sleep together perfectly platonically, and what even IS the difference between platonic and romantic anyway? like yeah my romance writing when i was 12 was a little more shallow but at least it was ROMANCE. please its so dark in here

[frozenhi-chews]

I'm kinda crazy about Mal Du Pays

[pony-express-official]

Does anyone know of a cup that allowed someone with hooves to use them??-

[autumnfangirler]

WIP Wednesday

its actually wednesday when i post this guys, its a christmas miracle. i got ganged up on by @hyper-pixels @localcryptic and @b33tlejules for my wips 😔 im gonna tag @heartbreakincident @idlenight @aurrieattorney and @musicismymoirail if yall want?

ive mostly got writing wips so far, i havent had as much time to work on art lately :') but! have these:

Chen: “Huh,” Ricardo says, looking at him thoughtfully as he starts heating up the leftovers. “Shouldn’t you be at home by now then? You always said training with Herald wore you out.” He shuffles enough to sneak a mournful glance at the microwave. Whether or not Caine notices is anybody’s guess. He just looks over his shoulder– the first time he’s acknowledged Chen’s presence. Ortega: “Huh.” Ortega takes the chance to shift closer, watching his leftovers heating up. Internally, he smiles. Prick. “Shouldn’t you be at home by now then? You always said training with Herald wore you out.” He never bought Caine’s complaints, of course. He still remembers the brutal efficiency Lycan had taken Daniel down with at the gala. At the very least, Caine was exaggerating how winded he was. Caine: “Huh. Shouldn’t you be at home by now then?” Ortega asks, moving next to them. “You always said training with Herald wore you out.” That wasn’t a lie. They never specified whether it was physically or not, and their head still aches.

this is the multipov fic i keep talking about, its probably one of my favourite, most indulgent fics ive worked on so far. look at these idiots. so many thoughts running through their head 24/7 and all of them are wrong. utterly fantastic to watch i love it so much.

also the rat king!! my girls!!!

this bit technically counts as spoilers for dunmeshi. i think. im gonna put it under the cut anyway since idk whos currently watching/reading it hsdjjf

"Your spell book," he says. The words are quiet, eyes boring into her bag. "What?" "Your spell book," he repeats, louder this time, nearly slipping on the blood as he takes a staggering leg up. "You've revived people using black magic before. You can do it again." "It's not bla- I mean, we don't have-" She chews on her lip. "... I don't have a spell for this. It only worked on Falin because we were in a dungeon. This is..."

some very rough dialogue for a fic i probably wont finish about marcille waking chilchuck up from a nightmare. ive seen versions of it with laios and falin, but i think with marcilles whole everything going on there her having to deal with chilchucks nightmare would be really interesting to explore. also because i miss marcille and chilchuck. my beloveds.....

[the-acid-pear]

Something that I adore is when something is only Half a metaphor. Like the classic "yes the monster is a representation of grief but it's also real and it's coming for you". I think DSaF does that a lot with its body horror. Like lately I've been thinking of that line Harry says in fiery (flamey? I never get it right) ending about how every circuit of his board was SCREAMING at him to keep Bear alive but thing is, like... Yes, it'd do that, because he knows that if this bear goes down he will likely just be scrapped. You know what I'm saying? The "monster" (the reprogramming) is real but so is the metaphor (he's anxious about an untimely end)

[cursezoroark]

afterthoughts

[chiiyuuvv]

Hey bnd stans, if you're ever reading boynextdoor fanfiction and come across @wonsungno please run away. They've stolen lots of works from another actual author yet they don't see the problem with it?? Idek man this person is veryyyyy delusional.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

"my education is my highest priority" everything returns to vocaloid

[terresdebrume]

Got a haircut today that was similar to the old one but not completely and I didn't dare to say they kept the top of my hair too long (bc various anxiety reasons you know how it is) but like it's still long enough to tie back into a topknot which I'm very mmmh about

And also I'll be honest part of the issue I have is that my face is too round for my tastes these days and I don't like it -_-