#baby goes wheeeee

[cesiscribbles]

Just a normal relaxing picknick, ft. Astra's first steps ❤️

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Would you perhaps gift upon me some Age Regression facts about the SK boys?

Fictional Agere serial killers give me serotonin, and i need some serotonin this week (and any facts about your other AUs :D i love them all)

wanted to wait to answer this so i was on my laptop-

HI YES ABSOLUTELY!!! I'll share some facts both old and new as kinda like a refresher, and I'll talk about them individually.

SUN☀

is mostly nonverbal, but will make noises to indicate what he wants

likes to play games, do arts and crafts, will watch cartoons

comfort items are an old plush of himself from the Pizzaplex and a blanket with circus elephants on it

has a binky, but doesn't use it as often as Moon

mostly regresses due to stress or it happens because of a traumatic trigger

calls Moon "bubba" (and Moon calls him the same thing)

responds to "Sunny" rather than just "Sun"

he walks on his knees or will crawl to move around

does not like being by himself, he will freak out and panic

responds better to softer and kinder voices (kinda like how pets respond better to baby talk)

getting angry around him makes him think you're upset with him and he'll cry

needs a lot of reassurance

likes to be read stories (a favorite is "Very Hungry Caterpillar")

MOON🌜

was actually the first to show signs of regression pre-fire

also goes nonverbal, hardly making any noises unless he's crying

he needs to hold part of you, whether it be your hand or your sleeve. He needs constant physical contact. Anywhere you go, he will want to follow

has a binky he likes to use

comfort item is a blanket of his own, which has sleeping forest animals on it

also watches cartoons, but prefers watching things like videos of aquariums with calming music. Less stimulating

likes to nestle in a pillow fort and read stories

like Sun, regresses due to stress or traumatic triggers

prefers to be in comfy loose clothing when regressed

behaves very timidly, and won't do anything unless you say it's okay to

responds to "Moony"

responds to kind and patient voices, similar to Sun

will want to hear his brother's voice and will "ask" you to give his bubba a call (Sunny will do the same when their roles are switched)

wheeeee fun facts!

[pupsiez]

🐙 🦈 🦑

what type of shows do you like while regressed?

i like to watch bluey mostly! sometimes i watch older disney movies like the 2d animated ones but bluey is always my first choice. sometimes though if i'm an older age regressing i watch youtube videos, just anything i find. usually content i probably shouldnt be watching regressed hahaha. what is a toy you really want?

i have a couple of little toys already but i really want some more bath letters or a baby piano or baby zylophone!! or the thing you press that goes wheeeee!! in circles!! what's your favorite small food?

anything i can eat without having to chew a lot of anything like that, those bring me back to being big because of how complicated it is to eat. i really love goldfish!

[goldenguillotines]

Wheeeee how about 🧸, 🎶, and ☂ for Nakaou?

*waving hi frantically at Naka*

🧸 - Do they have any stuffed animals? If so, are they decorative or do they sleep with them?

Nakaou only has about five stuffed animals.. A giant white bear he's been gifted to by Aitreo, a weighted baby seal plush by his band bandmates, A black cat buildabear from his spades Zevire, A black cat Squishmallow from Hagvin and a giant axolotl plush from Lammek.

It depends on how he's feeling.. he usually keeps most of his stuffed animals put away and hidden from everyone and his pets in particular.

He sleeps with whichever one that comforts him the most, usually the ones that let him hold it firm

🎶 - What’s a song they really like?

https://spotify.link/gCtVUQmf7Db

A song one of his apprentices/friend introduced him to. Travin has some amazing taste.

☂️ - How do they feel about rain?

Nakaou loves the rain.. it makes him feel cozy and sleepy.. He sometimes goes out to play with his puppies !

"Hey. HoWdy~"

[summaryi]

A Broken Blade - Melissa Blair

I listened to this on audiobook.

Honestly the ending to this snuck up on me. I definitely thought we’d get a little more content.

I’m excited to see where this goes.

There’s a very confusing mix in here - to be continued in spoilers below.

In this book, the term Halfling here refers to half Elf, half Mortal. Halfling does NOT mean a hobbit.

So there are Elves and Fae, and it’s VERY confusing to tell them apart IMO.

Made even more confusing when one of the Fae? Elves? Say that among them, they don’t really differentiate - it’s the Humans who are more concerned about keeping track who’s what.

Here’s what I DID gather: 

Fae have magic

Fae have pointy ears

Dark Fae have purple eyes

2 Fae make a Fae baby

Elves always make Elf babies

Child of an Elf + Fae will have no magic - but actually they will, they just don’t learn to harness it??????

Child between Fae and Mortal are very rare

the King hunted down ALL THE ELVES WOW GOOD FOR HIM GENOCIDE WHEEEEE

the Elves live in the Feyland

Keera has Elvish blood. She is Fae and Halfling (half Elf) and has a touch of magic

Nikolai is Elf.

Riven is a Dark Fae

Gold eyes are rare, only 3 Fae ever had gold eyes

The Light Fae did NOT have gold eyes, they had SILVER eyes

[i-cant-sing]

Dabi: I’m a killer. A villain. There’s nothing left in my soul but hatred and evil-

Daughter Reader: Daddy can I have the Hello Kitty popsicles please?

Dabi: Of course baby. After I’m done here we can go get that and some new plushies, Ok? turns to Hawks Where was I?

Dabi: the world is ugly, and we must cause everyone pain because there is no good left-

Hawks: try saying that without wearing a pink apron and bending on your knees to feed your baby who is dressed in a Teddy bear onesie.

Dabi, narrows his eyes and feeds you another spoon: Y/n has nothing to do with this. She won't be a hurdle or do anything to make me stop from completely obliterating the world. I'm focused, I'm determined and- Y/n? Y/n! What do you have in your mouth?! Spit it out! Spit it- COME BACK HERE! *chases after his baby who is wearing sqeauky shoes* HAWKS CATCH HER!

Baby Y/n, jumping off a sofa: wheeeee!

Hawks, catches you mid flight: no more wheeeees for you, Y/n. Not until your father has recovered from the heart attack you gave him and he goes back to the serious discussion we were having- *tiny fart sound* well, well, you really are naughty like your father. Dabi? Dabi, you good? Why don't you keep lying on the floor and catch your breath while I change Y/n's diaper?

ASKS ARE OPEN! Send more🥰🥰

[serendipitous-magic]

Weirdly Specific Tropes I’ve Noticed in my Own Writing

-Running full-throttle through the woods, usually to escape some terrifying imminent threat, and usually falling and eating shit or getting whipped in the face by a branch

-Monsters, Creatures, and Beings(TM), oh my!

-Whatever it is, it looks/sounds human... but it isn’t quite

-Heteronormative couple breaks up. At least one of them realizes they’re queer

-This character wasn’t born, they were made. AND THEY’RE BABY.

-Taking off across the country in a run-down vehicle, on the run from your old life and/or nefarious forces, leaving everything behind Gone Girl style

-The villain has some pretty good points, actually

-OR the villain isn’t a villain at all, just someone with an opposing agenda who was wrongfully assumed to be evil

-OR the villain is capitalism

-FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!!!!

-Women in positions of power

-Best Friends Since Childhood Fall In Love

-That very specific kind of hurt/comfort where a character expects to be rejected by another character because their self esteem is shit, and then is shocked into tears when they’re shown love and acceptance instead

-DESTROY THE MAIN / MOST BELOVED SETTING IN A GLORIOUS FINAL BATTLE

-Use stereotype expectations to surprise the audience! (The mom character that you except to be, well, The Mom Character? She’s actually super pumped about this magical world they’ve discovered and is the most reckless about it. The preteen son has to physically drag her away from an ill-advised fight with an ogre.)

-Abandoned places. Old places. Places with layers of history. What happened here? What was this place before it was this?

-Explicitly bashing organized religion

-You know what’s scarier than a real threat? Being Observed.

-People are usually pretty good, actually, and will almost always give help if they’re asked

-The solution is compassion.

-Unless someone is Just An Irredeemable Dick. Like actual evil. In which case the solution is violence.

-Characters getting possessed

-SPACESHIPS THAT GO FAST ARE WHEEEEE

-In fact, pretty much anything that goes fast is WHEEEEEE. Spaceships? Check. Mine carts? Check. Dragons? Check. A runaway train? Check.

-Hotels, motels, and other in-between places

-Memory loss!

-See that homophobic character? KILL THEM

-Found family IS family

-There’s more than one dimension/universe/plane of reality

-Me, sobbing: “... and in the end, their reward for surviving the plot is a life of simple domestic bliss together, where they can build a home and cook with each other and everything is okay”

-The normally sweet, unassuming character now has powers. And they use them to enact bloody revenge upon the villain. And it’s f*cking terrifying.

-Research montage!

[swan--writes]

Can I please request for the Dewey song fic for either shallow, always remember us this way or I’ll never love again. Sorry I couldn’t choose 😅

Swan from 2/20: I tried to include elements of all three of your suggestions, but I chose to focus on this one because, as it turns out, I have some Stuff to work through. Wheeeee!

Swan from 1/21: Yup, still got some Stuff to work through, but we’re getting there.

Boy, am I insecure about this one, but I hope y’all enjoy the angst.

Warnings: emotional breakdown

Words: 950

That Arizona sky…

“Nope.”

“Dewey–”

Burning in your eyes…

“No way.”

“Sweetheart–”

You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire.

“No. Don’t tell me, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Okay, but I need to say it.”

Dewey sighed, and you thought you heard a sniffle in it. He dragged a hand over his face and tried to push some of the hair away from his forehead. It settled back into place immediately, and still, you had to restrain yourself from reaching out to fix it. That was what you had always done. Fix things.

Taking care of Dewey was more than a pastime – or even the thing to do now that you were together – it was a way of life. It was how you loved him. For months, every cotton swab or bandage to his instrument-worn hands, every cup of hot tea when he was sick, every time you had ever tuned his guitars for him was you loving him. And loving Dewey Finn the way you always had was a way of life. (Truly, overwhelmingly, totally, deeply, how else were you meant to do it?)

It was exhausting.

It’s buried in my soul…

So you told him. Right there at the kitchen sink, you told Dewey how much you loved him. How sometimes it hurt your heart how much you loved him.

Like California gold.

“And I just--I don’t--I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with all of this. I know you love me too,” you said, and held out a hand before he could say it, or anything else. “I know you do, but it’s different. The way that I love is different, and I thought I could handle it, but I can’t. I don’t know how to do this.”

Dewey sighed again. His eyes were bright and glassy and refusing to let go of yours. “Okay, but how many times are we gonna do this? Like…” Your partner gave a frustrated little huff. He crossed his arms in front of himself as though he were trying to keep something contained. “It just seems like we keep having this fight.”

“It’s not a fight,” you muttered, finally breaking from his gaze and looking down at the floor. The tiles shone yellow in the overhead light.

“But then why do I feel like it is?”

So when I’m all choked up and I can’t find the words…

You shook your head and shrugged. Dewey groaned. He hated it when you shut down like this. You hated having conversations like this.

Every time we say goodbye, baby, it hurts.

“I don’t wanna keep fighting you for us.” You didn’t respond, but his words felt like a chisel at the corner of your heart. Why did you always have to start this stuff? Would it really be so hard to just leave it alone? “Look,” he said, “lemme just tell you how I’m feeling.” You nodded to the floor. The darkness from the window behind you was pressing into your back and into your brain. “I love you.”

When the sun goes down…

“I don’t think I can let you go.”

And the band won’t play…

“And if you left me, I’d never move on.”

I’ll always remember us this way.

Your throat tightened. Dewey’s voice softened and came closer. “Baby, you keep saying we love each other too much.” You cleared your throat as quietly as you could, not wanting him to think you weren’t listening. “When are you gonna realize this is normal?”

“Oh, come on.” The words came out before you could stop them, even rasping as you were. “Neither of us knows that. We have no idea what we’re doing.” When you looked up at him, he was only a foot away. His hands had tightened across his chest and his brow was lifted in the most vulnerable expression you had ever seen.

But all I really know…

“I know you.” It was almost a whisper. There was that chisel at your heart again.

You’re where I wanna go.

“I’m so tired, Dewey,” you whispered back, voice breaking.

The part of me that’s you will never die!

“So why didn’t you just tell me that?” Not having an answer for him, you just shook your head again. “I’m your partner, let me be there for you.” Now he did reach for you, hesitantly at first. When your gaze flickered down to his half-outstretched hand, but you made no move to pull away, he pressed forward. Dewey’s warm, callused hand wrapped around your arm. (Gentle, firm, heartbreakingly tender.) You didn’t notice the tears on your face until you felt the dampness of his tee shirt.

“You don’t get to check out,” Dewey said softly.

“I don’t wanna leave,” you told him.

I don’t wanna be just a memory, baby.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?”

You sniffled and snuck your arms out from where they were sandwiched between the two of you. You wrapped them loosely around his middle and closed your eyes.

“I don’t know how to do that. I just…” Your breath caught. “I don’t know how to love you when I’m not taking care of everything, and I know how that…how that sounds.”

Dewey squeezed around your shoulders, and the warmth of the gesture pulled too many tears from your eyes for you to go on. Your partner let you cry and rested his cheek against your head. He was swaying with you now, gently pulling you from side to side

So when I’m all choked up and I can’t find the words…

“I’m sorry,” you finally said.

“Nope.”

“Dewey–”

“No way. You don’t ever apologize to me, okay? Not for this.

Every time we say goodbye, baby, it hurts.

“I just don’t want you to feel like I don’t care enough, but I always feel like I care too much.”

Dewey bumped his nose against your forehead, and you looked up at him. You knew your face was a mess, but you also know he’d press until you looked at him.

When you look at me…

“I know you.” His voice was so soft, you expected you wouldn’t be able to hear it if you were any farther away. “Okay?”

And the whole world fades…

You nodded.

“Let me be here for you?”

You nodded again. Dewey kissed your forehead.

I’ll always remember us this way.

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[nopeferatu]

hmm re: the muse questions... 12. What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed? 28. What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves? 41. What is your muse's favourite holiday? 46. What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?

WHEEEEE FANK YEWWW! I'm gonna answer these for canonverse Alfred bc as you all should know by now, hes my baby

ask meme here!

12. What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed?

I think one of the biggest signs is that Al starts to get a little more reclusive, a little more quiet and visibly self conscious. Usually he goes barreling thu life headfirst w an unabashed confidence but when hes starting to feel down, he starts getting lost in his own thoughts more, he's more reluctant to speak out, and he flusters easier.

28. What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

That if hes really, truly every ounce of himself then the world is going to take him for granted and will dislike him even more than they already do.

41. What is your muses favorite holiday?

Besides his birthday? Christmas, I think. He loves all the spooks of Halloween but he really loves the warn fuzzy feelings of the Christmas season. I think he specifically goes to live in one of his more remote suburban houses in a snowy area during the holidays so he can be apart of a neighborhood where he can help set up a bunch of lights and stuff, and he loves seeing the kiddos play out in the yard making snowballs and snowmen and stuff like that 🥺

46. What is your muse's first thought upon waking up?

Idk, probably something incredibly sappy like absolutely NEEDING to texting Arthur good noon/good afternoon every day :P

[organic-ferrets]

Asking “Can I give you a hug?” is the best

I mean in general... COVID has changed things, But-

BUT

Asking if you can give someone a hug is not only ADORABLE, it also makes hugs so much better.

Like, first of all, if you ask someone if you can hug them, you instantly know how they feel about you. Communication baby! This applies for platonic hugs just as much as romantic hugs

Like, so many great moments when they smile at you and say “Yeah, sure”

but then sometimes people say “Yeah, definitely” or “Of course” and my heart just goes wheeeee!

It’s so cute when someone is surprised that you want to hug them

If someone is annoyed, and asking if you can give them an apology hug makes them give you a look of contempt, a random hug would’ve been A HUGE MISTAKE

Sometimes, hugs are bad

As much as I like hugs, I have a chronic heart condition, and when my chest already hurts, hugs are not fun. And I’ll explain why I have to sit down a lot like ‘oh, I have POTS, it’s a heart condition that makes it hard to stand sometimes’ and and sometimes people want to comfort me(unnecessarily, but it’s still sweet), so they’ll come up to me and squeeze my shoulders and chest while I just silently die.

I don’t understand how they hear ‘heart condition’ and don’t that maybe squeezing my chest isn’t going to feel great for me, but APPARENTLY THEY DON’T SO THIS IS FINE

Asking for hugs open up the communication to become closer with someone. Even if you were already close

For example, my little brother is my favorite person to hug, but it wasn’t until I started asking

So I’m seven years older than him. I’ve been hugging him since he was three months old (adoption is awesome) But while it was always technically acceptable to hug him whenever, he spent a lot of his kidhood squirming away and desperately trying to escape hugs. Then as he got older, he just started acting like a passive noodle with the top of his arms glued to his sides despite the obligatory hug.

We were close in other ways, but I felt like hugging him was definitely crossing a line. And that was fine, because when I love someone, the last thing I want is to cross a line.

But starting about a year ago, I’ve been able to say “Can I give you a hug right now?” And he gives me this little smile and fondly rolls his eyes while nodding, and then he OPENS HIS ARMS WIDE SO I CAN HUG HIM!

IT STILL MAKES ME SO HAPPY EVERY TIME ��💕💕

Actually, since I started asking, we’ve grown a lot closer. He knows that I’m an abnormally affectionate sibling, but now we’ve established that I’m not just going to smother him excuse it because we’re family. And I know that he’s actually talking to me instead of saying what he thinks he has to. We’ll be laughing and he’ll be bouncing off the walls (literally. It���s quite impressive) and then apparently my proud looks get too loud and he asks if I want a hug, and I’m so happy

And recently.. he was given a really hard time about something. I won’t go into specifics, but it was a big deal to him, and afterward my happy go lucky brother with all the sass a preteen could wish for wasn’t talking. Like, at all. And I didn’t know whether I should approach him about it, but knew probably going to be closed off, and I knew that I wasn’t expecting him to feel better or be talkative, and that he didn’t even have to acknowledge me

So I went up to him, and I can’t remember everything I said, but I said “I see you trying. I know how hard you’re working, even if nobody else-” and he magnetically slammed into me with the biggest bear hug I’ve ever gotten from him. After a second I just held him as tight as I could, and...

I don’t think I would’ve said anything before. Before we opened the lines of communication, I don’t think I would’ve known what to say in that moment. I probably would’ve gone in expecting to make it all better without realizing how much it was pushing him away

That boy could’ve gone on believing that nobody else could even tell how hard he was trying, because as great as our family is, I don’t think if any of us would’ve known that side of him well enough to be there for him

But I did. And I was.

[cesiscribbles]

Just some WIP

[sushigal007]

The Burbs

If you wanna refresher on what happened during their last round, check out the post here. Although the most important thing you need to know is that John and Jen had twins.

Although I think this one may be broken.

Lucy: Wheeeee!

Nanny: I’ll just put this here.

Jennifer: HONEY, I’M HOME! Dog: You dropped something. Jennifer: Awesome, love when the kids come out to greet me.

Lucy: Why is it raining inside? It... isn’t? Lucy: THEN WHY AM I DOING THIS?

John: Baby goes in crib.

And looks like John got them in just in WHOA that’s a big fire!

The flames on the birthday cakes are far more demure.

First up is Aysha. I don’t know why she’s blonde. Either there’s a recessive gene somewhere in the family or I cocked something up when I was fixing skins.

Anyway. Moving on to Richard!

And the next course of action is potty training.

Tandem twin training faces.

Lucy: Love Love Peace Peace is the greatest interval act of all time. Change my mind.

Jennifer: Can you say ‘bottle’? Richard: Only if you go and get me one.

He did learn to talk in the end though.

Lucy: Kiss kiss, sleep tight.

Aysha: I’m not going to sit on that potty and you can’t make me.

Is this the cutest interaction in whole damn game? It could be!

THE RETURN OF COMPETENT NANNY!

Jennifer: HONEY! Landlord: You called? Jennifer: NOT YOU.

John: Say ‘Daddy.’ Aysha: Daddy. John: Hahaha awesome. Now say ‘shit.’

Lucy: Now say ‘drive quick, before they catch us.’

Richard: Hey, so your toddler stairs mod doesn’t work on spiral stairs. Aysha: We demand our freedom.

But of course, the first step to freedom is first steps.

Meanwhile, Jennifer is looking to gain friends in high places!

I don’t quite have the heart to break it to her that that’s the fake Bella clone. Jennifer: Your dress is so iconic.

Uncle Dan came walking past, so Lucy ran out to greet him.

Aysha: Again! Again!

John: -And the Big Bad Wolf ate them all up!

Lucy: One hippo, all alone, calls two hippos on the- Richard: Fuck! Lucy: WOW EXCUSE ME, YOUNG MAN, WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT LANGUAGE!?

I think it’s time to hire a maid.

Lucy: Good book, this. What is it? Lucy: Good Book. (Not a real book.) (I think.)

Aysha: There’s a wall in the way. Yes, it’s there to stop you from plummeting three floors to your death. Aysha: Well there’s no other way to get downstairs!

OK, I can take a hint. Time to conquer spiral stairs.

Richard: Hands! Aysha: For clapping!

John: Wanna see what I can do with my hands?

Jennifer: Fantastic idea!

Richard has about eight creativity points already and he’s clearly determined to max that out before he reaches his teens.

Lucy took her little siblings to the park. Aysha: There’s a man here. Ty: Young adult. Richard: Grown man at the park. Definitely sketchy. Ty: I’m going.

And then they ignore all the playground equipment in favour of swinging. Richard: HIGHER!

Then out to dinner at the world’s smallest restaurant, Lucy: You guys are gonna love snow. Aysha: I’d rather have spaghetti.

Max: And I’ll have f̷̛̫̖͈͇̖͖͈̙͍̍͛͊̄̑̀̽̃̂̽͗͂̍́̏͂̈́͒͛̂̏̂͐͜͝ḭ̴̧̧̹̮̫͚̰̰́̑̽̄͒̈́͋͑̎̈́̊̀͋̕̚̚͠͠ͅs̷̨̤̝̬̩͔̦̖̥̣̤̗̹̝̥͎̘̟̘̃̾͊́̓̚̕ͅh̵̛͑͂͌̆��̢̡̡̛̘͕̮̲̹̻̯̇̂̅͒̓͌͑̈́͂̽͗̾̾̌̚͝ ̶̡̨͙̘̙͕̤͉͍͇̜̠̪̳̩̏̋̆̈̒̐͑͝ͅa̴͇̠͙̟̲̳̲͖͈͙̩̞͓͚͖̺͎̹̼̻̳̠̘̹̓̌͌͌͐̾͌̒̇͑͆͛̾͂̚͘ͅñ̶̝̪̋̑͛͂̊̾̀̈́̔͌̾́̆͂͑͌̉̑̐̀͗̕͜͝d̶̡̢̡̥̩̟̯̦̲̮̺̣̟̱̖̣̈́́́͂̂͋̾́̿̽̾̒͗̊̕͝͝ ̸̢̛̜͖͉̘͚͎͙̙̯̻̼̖̲͍̠̬͎͚̭͍̈́̋̀̒̅̐̾͑̀̽̍̋̈̓̉͗̆c̶̹̱̩̱̫̞̯͚̣͍̲̬̘̠͈̼̭̙̊̀͜͜ḩ̶̡̧͕̱̮̫͈̝̻̠̱̣͓̼̳͖̝̫̘͙̥͔̿̐͑͋͑͐͗̑̀͌͌̄̈̉̔̈́̏͜͠ḯ̷̡̡̨̜̼̣̙̘͖͙͙̗͖̖͉͖̞͜p̵̤̝̤̈͂̓͗̌̑͊͌̋̀̉̓̿̈́s̷̺̰̦͕̈́̄͛̒̀̊̂̍͛̃͗̚͘͝͠ Gone. Max: Not gone enough.

You guys know you’re allowed inside, right?

Jennifer: And I know what I wanna do now we’re in here! John: Would you, perhaps, like me to... get inside?

Jennifer: Right inside!

John: Goddamn, who knew the legendary Bella Goth was so ugly!?

Cooking something good? Aysha: It’s supposed to be a muffin, but I think I need a tin opener.

The weekend rolls around, so it’s time for a family outing.

Jennifer: I want to go on vacation. Yes, I know. I’ve locked that want.

Lucy: How are you already better at this than me? Aysha: Smart milk and logic toys.

John: Is it supposed to hurt this much?

Lucy brought Ripp Grunt home from work. Lucy: Well this is boring.

Much more interesting!

Lucy: Not as interesting as this!

Your parents had sex in that bed. Lucy and Ripp: Yeah, we don’t care.

Still, they can’t get too mad at Lucy for commandeering their bed. Hers was occupied. Landlord: I live here now. You do not live here now.

Aysha: So this is an emergency. Maid: Your BO is an emergency.

John: My sleep is an emergency.

Whatever the emergency was, Aysha decides the best way to deal with it is by playing chess on the balcony.

Gonna be a few weeks now before I have another uberhood update though, I’m afraid. I’m playing university in the genderswapped uberhood at the moment and because I want to try and get the two uberhoods in sync, so that means playing an entire university subhood before playing one or two uberhood households. But university is the final part of the round, so I should be all caught soon. :D

UBERHOOD INDEX

[rangergirl3]

Spine realignment: It’s great when it works! :D

See below the cut for details (short version: I’m doing really good today, but cptsd is a total bitch when it acts up)

Yesterday, after I saw the chiropractor, I had something of a prolonged crying spell/had to spend some time processing negative emotions and severe feelings of depression.

Because this time, my neck was really, really stiff, and when it got realigned, there were some significantly loud snapping or cracking sounds.

Which is not, in and of itself, very frightening - it’s happened at other appointments

But when the sounds bring up memories of when some asshole tried to break your neck when you were four?

It’s not exactly fun.

Short version: My parents and I are not on speaking terms - mostly because they can’t handle the truth (movie quotation intentional). About two years ago, I uncovered some pretty ugly repressed memories that included being a rape survivor (at least twice) before the age of 6. 

As time goes on, I’ve managed to recall more details (which is not fun) but yes, it would seem that when I was four, I sat back up and cracked my neck back into place after the asshole tried to kill me. (Doctors have told me that it’s actually incredibly difficult to break someone’s neck and kill them, and that it was possible for me to move my neck back into place - but like, only just barely). For what it’s worth my success at coming back from near-death took the jackass by complete surprise, and his subsequent attempts immediately after were unsuccessful (obviously, as I’m here typing this now). He ended up telling me that if I told anyone, he’d kill my family.

The second attack was worse for a lot of reasons, but that attacker (It was a different asshole) tried to smother me as a grand finale to that nightmare. From what I can remember, I played dead convincingly enough where he left without actually accomplishing that goal (again, sort of obvious, since I’m here at my computer).

*insert a weak attempt at humor here as a hard-core processing/defense mechanism*

Wheeeee. I’m a badass. (I don’t feel like a badass. I really don’t. About 95% of the time when this all hits me at once, I just want to throw up/hide under blankets/cry until I fall asleep.)

But on some level, I knew what had occurred. There were certain things that scared me that shouldn’t have, words and phrases I never used (they’re crude and vile and honest-to-god-evil) but kept hearing in the back of my mind, and most of all, I’ve felt worthless, repulsive, and frightened for most of my life. 

Unsurprisingly, I repressed the above memories right afterwards (apparently it’s a survival instinct). But growing up with a narcissist for a dad and a mother who loathed me because I looked like her younger self (aka geez did she have unaddressed issues of her own), I didn’t have a safe support system where I could even process the memories, much less fullly realize what had happened. My parents were/are abusive assholes (physically, mentally, emotionally), so that was its’ own thing to live through/realize was abuse/then take action to get away from them and become a healthier individual. 

Oi.

Oh, and if anyone tells you that the brain ‘cant’t bury it for that long’, I give to you the following situation: When I was 20 years old, I was walking down a hallway and something in my head said: ‘You know what that neighbor did.” I stopped walking, put my hands up to head, pressed down on my temples, and chanted: ‘Forget. Forget. Forget. Forget.’ Until. I. Did. And then I kept walking down the hallway, to get to class on time.

So that’s a thing.

On the good side I’m in a much better place now (though to be honest, that’s not a difficult standard to beat). I’m married to an absolutely awesome guy who’s just as nerdy as me, and we have an absolutely gorgeous baby girl who just turned three months old today.) 

But holy shit. Yesterday it felt like a bus just up and hit me - and then backed up and hit me again.

As I said, I’ve taken distinct and emphatic steps to distance myself from the abusers in my past, and to start addressing the (numerous) aspects of myself that need healing. I’m on meds and in therapy for complex ptsd, and even though it’s been difficult, it’s also been really, really good. <3

And the really weird thing is that today, I’m feeling so much better! Then again, yesterday I did have a good cry and then I watched some more of Stargate (SG-1) with my husband and daughter. And now we’re just hanging out and listening to Disney songs while I bake apple pie. <3 So yeah - life is good. It just took awhile to get here. It’s totally worth it, though :-)

I’m on and off Tumblr, but if you’d like to PM me, I’d love to talk to you ;-)

Thanks again for reading. It means a lot that I can post stuff on here. <3

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Fic Rec Friday (12/8)

School is closing early for a snow day! Wheeeee! Going to hunker down and work on I Can Change...meanwhile, here are some of the wonderful things I’ve read this week. 

Santa Baby by @impala-dreamer

Dean x Reader. Silly Santa undies and sexy sexy sex. Fluffy, hot, and fabulous. 

Lucky Penny by @kaz2y5-imagines

Dean x Reader and also some Sam x Reader. This is a couple years old, but it was recommended to me recently and I read the whole thing in one sitting because it’s wonderful. Everything you could ask for in an epic series; the plot keeps you guessing the entire time and it’s, like, dramatic as fuck, but the relationships/characterizations are so perfectly done it’s not over-the-top dramatic. It’s just amazingly written.

The Christmas Cookie Caper by @pinknerdpanda

No pairing, just fluff and cookies. All of Manda’s Christmas ficlets have been magical and holiday-spirit-inducing, but this one just made me smile extra hard. 

Thank You by @angelicdemonicwaitress

Dean x Reader. So glad this is going to be a series, because the first part had me SO INTRIGUED. Really well-written, especially all the little flashbacky scenes where the relationship with Dean is illustrated in a really lovely way. Lots of angst, some hardcore action, and I’m just super excited to see where this goes. 

Intellectual Porn by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Dean x Reader. In which Dean reads some smut. This was just...UNF. So hot. And also made a whole lotta good arguments re: porn vs. smut, and I adore the running theme of body positivity and self-image. Love, love, love everything about this. 

Pieces by @atwistoffate

Dean x Reader. Just the most gorgeous extended metaphor, oh my goodness. So much magic in here to unpack regarding trauma, recovery, and the way relationships grow around those things. And it’s a tiny little thing, but each sentence is necessary and perfectly crafted, and she gets so much emotion and so much story in with just 500ish words. 

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Duckvember 13th: Mutant Duck

Eeeh I don’t really have any care for Mutant Ducks so INSTEAD I’m making this Ducks with powers that aren’t science or magic just this weird gray area of ‘what the hell is going on here?’

***Splatter Phoenix

Canon Best Villain on Darkwing Duck (Ha)

Abilities: Painting things that come to life and being able to manipulate things that already exist.

Danger Level: Moderate. She doesn’t know her full potential of power and seems to be ‘retired.’

***Gladstone Gander

Canon Disney Duck-verse char. Donald’s cousin.

Abilities: INSANELY Good Luck. Even when his luck seems to be gone things still go his way in the long run so? Sometimes magic effects the luck and sometimes it doesn’t. Yes technically can be tied to some stuff magic related but I headcanon that’s not the only thing going on.

Danger Level: Moderate. Luckily (ha) he doesn’t seem motivated to train or learn to control his luck to manipulate the situation around him more. If he did his level would be very high.

***Author Phoenix

Darkwing Fan Character that is Splatter’s Son

Abilities: Whatever he writes comes true. However he has found the more detailed thing he writes to happen the more likely it goes wrong. It’s better to be vague. Also, in related time travel issues he’s changed his own timeline so many times he exists outside of it in a way.

Danger Level: Very High. He does know what he is capable of and has used his abilities to time travel before. He has also ‘rewritten’ himself several times that has affected everything around him.

***Maestro Thunderbeak-Decoy

Mighty Ducks Fan Character that is Canard and Lucretia’s son.

Abilities: Alter reality. However his powers are alot stronger in dimensional limbo. In the outside world the weaker form of his power is more like making believable illusions that aren’t actually real. In Limbo he could literally make physical objects and reset real events among other things.

Danger Level: Moderate. Outside of Limbo his powers are just illusions. However he is trying to train to do more.

***Poe de Spell

Ducktales Headcanon for what Poe is like not in raven form.

Abilities: So this twerp is not supposed to be able to cast magic but he’s been bending rules and really being petty and rubbing it in people’s faces he can still do stuff, kinda. Define ‘stuff’ really. Technically yeah it’s still magic but eh.

Danger Level: High. While it’s not powers per say he has a wealth of knowledge to find items and even make items to help him.

***Jett McQuack

Darkwing Duck Fan Fic Character that is Launchpad’s Daughter.

Abilities: Immunity to magic. However, she can’t cast magic as well, but nothing magic can hurt her either. Literally nothing.

Danger Level: Very High. While just immunity to magic doesn’t seem that dangerous of a thing it’s her own behaviour that is more of a concern. She knows she is completely immune and is not afraid to use it. She will ruin a witches brew by jumping right in the cauldron and punch an Eldritch horror in the face.

Not Pictured: Splatter’s 4 other kids: Rembrandt, Posh, Vogue, and Mixed Media (Lol) I should point out Author above real name is Vincent, Posh and Vogue are Frida and Georgia, and Mixed Media is Warhol. They all have varying degrees of reality manipulating powers like their mother.

Rembrandt’s powers are exactly like his mother’s but he’s not the brightest and doesn’t have any direction to pull off villainous schemes with it. Some crazy events happen and he ends up taking over Dream Land IRONICALLY since his nickname is REM. And now he can paint people lovely dreams. :) :) :)

Posh and Vogue start out as villains and end up being heroes. (YOU HAD ONE JOB)

Warhol as an adult ends up not seemingly using his powers and just goes into politics and becomes mayor of Saint Canard to then bring on the apocalypse and then Author, Rem, and a Shush group Author is indirectly a part of have to stop Warhol and it’s some emotional family  bullshit Ehhhhhh. Warhol was just always the baby of the family and Author saw a lot of himself in him and was very protective of him. And I used to put this song to the Dramas: https://youtu.be/3M104iSE3CI Wheeeee

[mysmesomefluff]

…2K followers?????

So…. this happened.

^ my face.

Ummmmm #derp anyways thisisawkwardpotatospeaking thank you so much for 2K followers guys!!! This is cool. LOL. (sry I don’t really have much to say HAHA.)

I feel like I should do something to thank you so I’ll do up a one-shot for you guys. 

Depending on how inspiration goes and how the fic turns out, it might be a legit one-shot that will be posted on AO3 and ff.net as well, not just a drabble lol. I won’t be able to do it soon though, I think I’ll need some time because recess week is only in 2 weeks haha. 

Since there’s still some time, I want to conduct a survey thingy and do the one-shot based off your requests. 

For now, feel free to shoot my askbox with suggestions on AUs (eg. bodyguard AU) and random date ideas (eg. walking along the beach at night, heading out to see the stars etc.), so that I have more things to collate in a form that will later be sent out. The form will be conducted to get votes for the different ideas, so don’t spam my askbox with the same thing because I’m only looking for variety of options to include in the form later. Also, don’t send me specific requests, I’ll ignore those, since requests aren’t open at the moment. 

Just. AUs/Date ideas. Simple! :D 

This will be a Saeran x reader fic, btw. Because MY BABY NEEDS A LOT OF LOVING RIGHT NOW. 💕💕💕 #protecc

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