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Chilling out. Small antique photo of a curly-haired boy sitting on the boot of a car with his feet on the spare tire. https://markonpark.etsy.com/listing/1091861478
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The Odd Child Out
At Christmas lunch in 1948, Dad announced I’d be starting school in January. Being a solitary child, I knew nothing about school. Mother was smiling and enthusiastic about this. Instantly, I was wary. Whilst I heard I’d escape her clutches for five days each week, I was dubious of what this change would mean to my life.
I was five and a half years old and barefoot. My single pair of shoes were worn for good occasions only. Mother and I began the long walk, well over a mile, to the tiny one teacher school at Waterford. She came along to enrol me. Fortuitously, a farmer stopped on route in his old Model T Ford car and gave us a ride. His son, Ron, was starting school too. Ron and I would become friends despite his privileged background and my underprivileged one. Still, barriers would exist between us. He’d play with the other privileged kids in the school yard. He’d also join the Argonauts Club, an organisation sponsored by ABC Radio to cultivate tomorrow’s leaders. My parents didn’t support such activities.
The school teacher judged Ron and I to be misfits from day one; us being from Lutheran families (me erstwhile in church attendance as well as scruffy in appearance) and him Catholic. Ron and I learnt our year included another eight children, with one the school teacher’s daughter. Us three would become fierce academic competitors over the next nine years, occupying the top three positions interchangeably. Eventually, Ron and I would realise the teacher’s daughter wasn’t as smart as either of us and suspect the marking pen slipping in her favour. One day, she’d overhear our mumbled suspicion and report us to her father. He’d bring us in front of everybody and verbally reprimand us in a most intimidating manner.
Despite my escape from home, I didn’t enjoy school much to begin with. I had to sit quietly and write lines upon lines on a slate, a type of small blackboard, with a slate pencil to practise my writing. Numbers I knew already. Before school, I was my own master. Now, I was a slave to the teacher’s whims. Even as a young boy, I grasped the teacher had an overinflated opinion of himself. Most of the time, he set tasks to occupy us younger children whilst he taught the older ones. I became bored easily. I fumbled with the ugly brown plasticine, formed from its amalgamated colours, he dumped on my desk. It failed to stimulate my imagination. Despite my tender age, I had seen enough faecal looking material. Thus, I eavesdropped on his lessons. The facts I learnt would give me good grades in subsequent years.
One afternoon, the teacher was teaching the older children about the British Commonwealth in their Social Studies lesson. He asked them to name Kenya’s capital. There was silence and blank stares. I grew impatient waiting for somebody to answer; so, piped up with ‘Nairobi’, the correct answer, in my tiny voice. Nobody, not even the teacher, was impressed with me except Ron. He put a perfectly formed plasticine horse turd on my desk; his message being ‘What horse shit!’. Nonetheless, I proved those older children were ignoramuses. I hated being the blunt of their jokes and torments.
My family’s poverty singled me out. The other children came from richer, farming families. They had proper school backpacks not a satchel with a handle as Mother had given me. I was teased incessantly by the older boys about my lady’s handbag. The other children wore shoes! They rode bikes or horses to school. I walked or ran. Initially, I and my bare feet didn’t like the walk to school. The gravel roads had sharp stones. The paddocks, my other alternative, were infested with prickles and occupied by temperamental cattle; some being wild bulls. Consequently, I found deviations and began exploring the surrounding scrub.
I hadn’t been taught how to make friends with other children and to play together. Neither was I a child, other children sought to be friends with and were probably discouraged against. I didn’t belong to a god fearing, church going family. My parents had few friends, hardly any of substance. Mother wasn’t well liked. Dad drank with drunkards, jailbirds and wife bashers. I never understood why Dad was friendly with these violent men; particularly those who beat their wives when he didn’t.
I was also an abused child with no self worth. Mother continued her bullying behaviour although I couldn’t connect her punishments to any serious mischief by me. Perhaps I was overly inquisitive. She said I was a bad child and threatened I’d be sent to Westbrook Home for wayward boys or to a convent for ‘straightening out’. By whom, I never knew. Neither could I fathom being sent to a convent when I was a Protestant child. Her favourite taunt was I’d grow up to be a jailbird like Dad’s mates. I hated these threats the most.
Bullies surrounded me at school too. The older lads liked to ‘toughen up’ the little boys. The teacher’s son, a senior, was their leader. In the afternoons, these lads ganged up near the school ready for their prey. I was an easy target. They tripped me and boxed my ears. I came home with my shins and hands bloodied. For once, Mother took my side and was angry. Though, she made me report the skirmish instead of herself. Fortunately, the teacher believed me and caned the perpetrators including his son.
As I grew bigger; I learnt to fight. My father could fight. Nevertheless, I only fought to protect myself. I didn’t want to be like the bullies or grow up to be like their older vicious versions. I recognised that being cunning and tactical was a better way to dodge confrontation. Mostly, I kept to myself to avoid trouble and became self reliant, maturing faster mentally than my peers. This made me a lonely child.
#the odd child out#bullying#solidary child#starting school#barefoot child#teacher's slave#lonely child#brown plasticine
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Eddie, shoving his phone in Steve’s face: Stevie, tell me a story from your childhood.
Steve: No, everytime I do, you tell me that I had a bad childhood.
Eddie: Because it’s the truth. Tell me a funny story. Tell the people something funny.
Steve:
Steve, giving in: I don’t know if it’s funny but one time my neighbor told on me to my dad because I was on the roof.
Steve: So, I got caught and you think I would’ve gotten in trouble for being on the roof, right?
Eddie: Right.
Steve: Wrong. I got in trouble for not wearing shoes.
Eddie: …I think that passes. Not really funny, but amusing and there is a parent parenting for possibly the first and only time. Good job.
Steve: Thanks.
#The reason Steve got in more trouble for being barefoot than he did for being on the roof is: Nails#apparently you can step on nails on the roof#I know this because this post is based on an experience I had as a child#my dad was basically like: don’t do that but if you’re going to do dumb shit wear shoes#eddie munson tiktok saga#steve harrington#eddie munson
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*breathes deeply* new fic? new ongoing fic to read? holy moly there's so much to catch up on, that is a lot of reading. (not speaking about fic only. i mean also asks here, because they can be gold nuggets of fun things. and i have not checked for months for tiredness,, woe)
favourite things about new fic so far: zhongli going down rabbit holes of information of Things he Does Not Know because alternate reality and a most favourite shared disconnect from the rest of the world. very understandable. love to see that. also love to see how he's trying to act according to appropriate power levels and is still overpowered. ... actually, is it a full alternate reality or is it another time travel shenanigans (or both)? because. just because. i have a feeling i'm reading it too fast in haste so i may well be missing things that make that more or less obvious
my confusion of reading in haste too much aside, did i see something about being able to ask for outfit doodles? 👀 if no one else has yet i am here for it (as long as it is not a trouble)
absolutely no trouble, i just cleaned it up a bit and colored it in. here's the crew so far! god i can't believe i nailed guizhong's hair color and blue-white color scheme in cyanide LMAO literally colorpicked her haircolor from one of my drawings of her hahah
#also aaaaaaaaa thank you!!!#ily <3 <3 <3#happy to hear you're enjoying the fic!! good to have you back#tiny note childe is like an inch taller than zhongli here#i just think that if it's a modern au and they're both human it's like- childe's functionally russian#i figure his genetics are probably going to make him taller than zhongli even if only a tiny bit#if zhongli's not human then he strikes me as the taller of the two bc i mean. dragon#xiao is still chronically short tho#xingqiu and hu tao are both on platforms#guizhong is in sandals bc madame ping doesn't let her leave the house barefoot#no hair gradient for zhongli here sadly. if they're all fully human he doesn't strike me the type to dye his hair#fully human with unnatural hair colors of course. anime logic. i don't think chongyun would dye his hair either#i simply draw the line at gradients being something they're born with idk i don't have complex reasoning for it it's just vibes#xiao's white shirt is a tanktop btw
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#golden child tag#youngtaek#kpop idols#dog#cute animals#shorts#striped shirt#guys in shorts#barefoot guys#malefeet#pretty legs#pup#son youngtaek#golden child#kpop boys
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Here's some Stan doing things I did today
Don't ask me how this happened.
Bonus doodles
the bottom is supposed to be him in the gravity falls art style but he's scaring me so if I'm scared you're scared
#tsp#tspud#the stanley parable#tsp fandom#tsp narrator#tsp fanart#427#artists on tumblr#employee 427#stanley tsp#gravity falls#my phone wouldnt take the photos coreectly without flash idk why#i love my babies#i dont know how to draw anyone in grsvity falls apart from old men pushing 70#frowny face#dipper is scared of my son as a child and honestly me too#yes he walks around the house barefoot#why do i do these things#and more importantly why do the things i do suit him
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original @asntde
#madk#kieran#makoto#MK#K may have been a top in canon but he's a bottom to me#my hc is that M started topping K post J#and that M tinkered with K's body more and gave him a CU in the NT / womb (カントボーイのKちゃんくん) to bare his child#for the purpose of surpassing him bc all the demon kids he picked up from the slums didn't work out (bc K sabotaged their chances lmao)#sabotaged their chances bc he can't bare the thought of a world without M...... (but now he will have to bare M's child)#and M thinks that maybe a kid with his genes (half human half demon) will take things more seriously!#moral of the story is K barefoot and pregnant in M's (previously J's) castle#shitpost#edit#meme#キーラン#マコト#マコキー
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John Lennon & Paul McCartney “Two of Us”
Heat 1995
I’m sorry but I’m actively DYING at the height difference between them 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🥹🥹
(Sure you’re 6 feet tall?!🤣🫡🤫)
ogden.ewan Al Pacino in Kempston Street last summer
🎶 Freed from desire music
#15/06/2024#miles kane#ig Stories#two of us singing into the same mic while staring at each other that’s what it’s all about#like Miles is not small but next to Lew he looks like a child#and Lew is already barefoot while Miles is wearing his boots#Instagram#coffee experts at work#the macadamia nut at the back 🤣🤣🤣🤣#his inside jokes and reference are fucking ELITE#Biggest Lew
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berkeley, california 1971
sproul plaza university of california, berkeley
photograph by nick dewolf https://www.flickr.com/photos/dboo/5565146274
#photography#film#color#35mm#bayarea#sanfrancisco#california#berkeley#ucberkeley#campus#sproulplaza#people#youngwomen#child#barefoot#1970s
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Ways in Which I am Simultaneously Clumsy and Acrobatic
Getting phone off bed because alarm is ringing
Step backwards
Hit the laundry basket
Begin to fall
Try to catch balance but alas, high arches on both sides of feet mean I am at all times teetering like a teenager in stilettos
Going down, there's no helping it
Twist body around to catch self on laundry basket to avoid crushing it
SUCCESS
Headphones are falling off
Reach up, headphones fall gently and perfectly into palm
This was an entirely unnecessary situation caused only by how incredibly and awe-inspiringly off-balance I am at all times, yet I handled it with the kind of dexterity one would expect of a practiced rogue.
I would make an incredibly bad rogue.
#solitaretalk#this is the story of my life#i took gymnastics and 4 different dance classes as a child and now i am the world's most graceful clumsy asshole#i'm not kidding about my terrible feet btw i have to get special soles#if i'm barefoot or in slippers that means only my heel and sole are touching the floor at any given time. the sides simply do Not
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You know what’s so funny? that picture of Matty & Adam, Matty looks so short. granted I’m not tall, but when I met him I was like oh! You are not a little nugget like I assumed! he’s like at least 5’9” & I am 5’0”. I met George at the same time though & I was like YOU ARE BIG HOT MAN. I didn’t say that but I thought it.
AHAHAHA I love it! I know we make fun of Matty for being tiny (and he does look tiny compared to the rest of the guys) but as someone who stands five foot four on a good day.... I totally get it like he is a lot taller than me as well 😂 i've never met any of them but if it makes you feel better... I met Bo Burnham once and literally, looked up at him and went "Fuck you're tall," and he instantly responded "fuck you're short," then was like "wait I'm sorry" and I was just so thrilled that Bo Burnham called me short I didn't even care 😂
Thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to send this ask!! I hope you're having a wonderful Thursday and a great rest of your week! It's almost Friday!!!
❤️Ally
#allylikethecat#ask ally#keep it kind#anon ask#i know that i'm apparently taller than you#but like not by much#yay for being short!#my college roommate was six feet tall barefoot#and she exclusively wore either platform doc martens#or other heeled shoes#she always lost me in crowds because i was below her eyeline#i always look like a child next to her lol
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When I was little (under 7) my step-dad would make me smoke cheap cigars with him on the sidewalk and throw the butt at passing cars
#barefoot shirtless child in the neighborhood with boards on the windows throws a cigar butt at your car#what's your next move
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The Little Barefooted Candy-Eater
-Plain Home Talk 1902
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eating people at the laundromat
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#badfinger#no matter what#1970#okay#okay okay okya okay okay okay okay okay aoyka oykay aoykaykoasykoaodkrohfgkjgfjgf#that one of tom just lounging in nature is going to be my new header#that is such a beautiful sight#his crooked mouth when he sings aaaaaaaaa#i love him#they're basically just a bunch of kids playing around in a stream#they look like they're trying to find frogs#look at them#they're being ME as a child#wait i was just doing that like a year ago#not catching frogs but just messing around in a stream like that#okay they're being me#just me in general#tom with his little pantlegs rolled up barefoot in a stream oh my god#i love everything
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thank goodness for the bunker buddies au because i need a universe to exist where jacob gets to see syb pregnant (with his child!!!!) and he falls in love all over again because goddamn does she look beautiful like that, even when she's grouchy and crabby and complaining (especially when she's grouchy and crabby and complaining <3)
#'you did this to me' she mutters grumpily because she's peeing for the umpteenth time that day#'i did' jacob smiles with hearts in his eyes#i'm just feeling so soft and emo about syb as a mama#the bunker years aren't easy in the armory but my god did the people in that bunker delight in seeing new life flourish#their little mira(cle)#r: define your meaning of war#bunker buddies au#tw pregnancy#whining wombat#sorry i'm just so emotional about the idea of jakesyb and baby as a family#and also him finding syb sooooooooo attractive when she's barefoot and round with child dfl;ajdf (he's so predictable)
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