#calm sorter

[rebelwith0utacause]

Saw @kindahoping4forever do this, and unfortunately I can't find my results from a few years ago, but I can still say that TWL reigns supreme.

[swiftpolls]

sorter by @jesseepinkman 💓

[yokowan]

every time i get upset or frustrated and i need to calm down i imagine putting aya shameimaru in one of those industrial gravel sorters and i instantly feel better

[hehdjeudud]

Damian Wayne age regression headcanons.

-Damian only ever regresses around his father or Alfred but is slowly warming up to the idea that maybe he could vulnerable like that with Dick as well.

-When he gets particularly upset about something Bruce or Alfred are able to quickly calm him down by playing classical music.

-Damian will occasionally go on excursions in public while regressed as long as no one he knows will be there. I.e, the park, the store, restaurants, theaters, etc.

-Along those same lines, once Alfred took a very regressed Damian along with him to go grocery shopping for the family. When they arrived back at the manor, Damian realized he’d lost his favorite binky sometime during their outing. Damian was inconsolable. To remedy this, Alfred went back out, purchased another pacifier the exact same as the last, and convinced the young boy that he had simply found it in the car.

-Damian is typically a pretty chill little guy when he’s regressed. Even if he gets a little fussy from time to time.

-Bruce is constantly buying him cute little onesies with all sorts of patterns and designs, I.e, Dinosaurs, little hand drawn cats, tiny dogs that looked suspiciously similar to Titus, and even some with cute quotes on the front. Damian absolutely loves it.

-Alfred makes sure to keep a separate set of baby dishes and utensils for when Damian is little, so he doesn’t hurt himself with the utensils or accidentally break a dish. But he keeps them well hidden from the family when he’s not.

-The way Damian plays mainly consist of problem solving and using his imagination. He loves playing with building blocks and creating unique structures. But right now, his favorite toy is a shape sorter.

-Alfred makes a him special trail mix consisting of strawberry apple baby puffs, honey cheerios, dried strawberries, blueberry yogurt melts, and strawberry yogurt melts. It’s Damian’s absolute FAVORITE treat. And if Bruce eats a handful every now and again, no one notices..

-Damian’s regressed bedtime routine consists of a bath, and an episode of any show of his choosing, before he is carried into his room where he sits on his fathers lap while being read to, in a rocking chair until he falls asleep, with a sippy cup of warm milk in hand. And on the nights when he’s really little, a bottle.

-And lastly, is favorite shows to watch when he’s regressed are, Animal planet, Wild Kratts, Octonauts, and the Sprout Goodnight Show.

[DNI: Kink, nsfw, age play, racist, proship, petagere.]

[hermit-lover]

Hey hey!! Ur hermits x raccoon reader was so good ^^ could u do a Tango x raccoon reader who brings him shiny things and little trinkets they think hed like and Tango has a full shulker box in his ender chest filled with things given by the reader

Love ur work stay hydrated <33

Trinkets!

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Character: Tango x Raccoon!Reader

Type: Blurb (~1.3k)

Theme: Fluff, Romantic

Summary: Decked out's secretes are ever alluring, combined with the irresistible game master, you cant help but want to slink around.

TW: Brief panic.

A/N: Glad you liked it! I'm always down for some good ol raccoon shenanigans. Kinda strayed from the prompt, but I had fun, sorry!

Its been a small while since you've joined Hermitcraft, and despite your original apprehension as to how well you'll get along, you've fit in perfectly.

The group welcomed your absentminded chaoticness, and eagerly joined in shenanigans.

Yet, above all shone one hermit- who was quite literally a hermit this season. His shiny glowing eyes and welcoming personality, combined with apt for the strange and wonderful, made him so alluring. And that wasn't even touching on his project!

Yes, his project- the sprawling grounds of complex spaghetti redstone and brilliantly decorated caves that wove intricately through the large hole.

Decked out.

It wasn't finished yet- but that wouldn't stop you from trying to explore it! The cold breeze that emanated from the space ruffles your ears and tail, chilling them in the familiar way. You tuck your pickaxe away, sending it into your inventory with a flash of pixels. It was exhilarating breaking in- the pounding of your heart combined with the shaky excited sparks through your limbs only served to drive you further. Maybe this time you'll be able to fully explore the card sorter!

Skittering along a wool line of redstone, you dodge and weave around frankly unsafe contraptions. The glittering messes draw you in, with the promise of secrets and treasures. Whispers of grand prizes and knowledge no ones has keeps you moving. Once at the end of this line, you can see the card sorter, the splay of observers and hoppers making your tail twitch in excitement. Making redstone was fun, but exploring someone else's? especially when not allowed? that was the best.

Eyeing your route down, you begin to slink. Off of the white wool, and down onto a yellow line, then onto an observer, which leads you to a blue line- then you can just put your foot on this extended piston-

CLUNK

Your foot meets nothing but air.

With a screech you plummet- open air surrounds you- your heartbeat fills your head- Eyes screwed shut.

You prepare for respawn.

"OOF- gotcha!"

....You're not dead?

At that realization you open your eyes, ears still pinned back in fear.

A grinning face greets you. Pointed teeth gleaming in the shadowed lighting, dimly glowing blue eyes squinting from the effort. Above that- flickering blue flames leech of his head, calm, content. His presence instantly calms you. Tango.

Going boneless in his arms- he briefly struggles to maintain grip- you sigh.

"I thought I was about to litter my items all over decked out!" You laugh, adrenaline wearing off.

"pft I cant have that! All deathifications must be done inside the dungeon- When the game is actually finished." His tone isn't lost on you, while it was obvious he isn't actually upset, he's scolded you plenty of times for your premature interest in his death game. You crack a guilty smile, trying your best puppy dog eyes.

"Oh i'm sorry- I had no idea! I was just mining and then-"

"Mhm, toootttally." He interrupts, rolling his pupilless eyes. You gasp in offense.

"Hey!- At least let me finish my excuse!"

"I can do whatever I want- I caught you after all." His logic is....sound. He did keep you from losing your levels and well- your head. You sigh, crossing your arms and pouting.

"Fine."

He grins again, starting to walk back towards his storage system- and the exit. Panic fills you, you just got here! you didnt want to leave already, an excuse, you need an- AHA!

"Tannggoooo~" You drawl, leaning further into him, the strange chill that poured from his chest soothing to your warm face. Tango raises an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Yea?"

"Did I mention that I had something for you?"

He squints, debating whether or not it was a ploy.

"No...Is it something I should be concerned about?"

Now its your turn to grin.

"Maaayyybbeeee- do you want it?" You always had a gift for Tango, it was as though every shiny thing you saw reminded you of him, and called to be in his possession. You'd almost say your incessant gift giving was why he kept you around- but he clearly was fond of you too.

Tango huffed, depositing you into one of the plush chairs you pestered him to add into the storage room. It certainly did make it cozier, and he deserves somewhere nice to rest. You pop up, tilting your head. "Is that a no?-"

"I didnt say that-" Tango points an accusing finger at you, "But I still haven't forgotten!" You sigh, flopping over the back of the chair exaggeratedly.

"You give a guy someone else's robotic arm one time!-"

"Doc nearly skinned me!"

"You would make a good rug." You defend. Tango blinks at you a couple times, then sighs, smiling growing.

"Okay fine, i'll bite. What did you get me?"

You grin, wiggling your fingers to summon the blue shulker box you had shoved it into. Painstakingly, you place it down, and slooooowwwly reach for lid-

"Close your eyes~"

Tangos brows furrow in worry, but he obliges, glowing blue pools hidden behind his eyelids. You peel the top of the shulker off and grin inside- your best catch yet. Picking it up delicately, you stand, stepping towards Tango and reaching forwards.

"Open your hands."

He obeys, fingers splayed in curious confusion.

You take half a second to admire the treasure. Shining green surface so smooth and perfect, sturdy and rare. Then, you delicately place it in his hands, and skitter quickly backwards.

His eyes flutter open, brows still furrowed as he takes in the object. Then his face flashes in alarm.

"Oh no- You'll take this back to him this instant!" He thrusts it towards you, and you dodge out of the way. Plucking up the shulker.

"What you don't like it?" You pout, tilting your head and scuttling as he approaches.

"No!" Tango laughs, "Xisuma's glove isn't something you can gift!"

"But he didn't notice! and its shiny and cool!" You protest, unable to hold down the pleased grin splitting your features.

"He will notice! And he'll go looking for it!" Tango insists, trying to corner you, arms held out, flicking the green glove towards you. You weave backwards, matching his every step.

"Nuh uh!" You insist, childishly.

"Yea huh!" Tango replies, giggling. His pure laughter rings in your ears and clenches your heart. Heat rushes to your face- focus, you remind yourself.

Your back meets the wall, and you begin sliding along it, still avoiding taking back the glove. You continue the standoff for a couple seconds- then Tango lunges towards you.

His arms pin either side of you- halting you in your tracks. Pressed against the wall.

"Ha!" He gloats, grinning down at you, "gotcha."

Heat burns your face, your throat closes up, and your knees nearly buckle.

He is gorgeous.

Half lidded blue eyes focused on you, lips parted revealing his pointed fangs while he pants into your space. He seems unaffected, lucky bastard.

Then, a horrible idea.

Slowly, you lean forwards.

"Yep, you got me-" You begin, voice low.

He tenses slightly, breath hitching. For a split second you worry hes uncomfortable, but the sudden addition of deep blue on his face makes your heart soar. "But I haven't even given you the entire gift."

"You...haven't?" He's slightly breathless but manages to keep some suspicion. You nod slowly, now completely in his personal space. Your nose brushes his.

"Nope." You confirm, tilting your head slightly. "Would you like it?"

Theres a beat and you worry he's going to say no- but he nods once. You fight down your grin.

You close the gap- but miss his mouth and press a kiss to the side, just barely brushing lips.

Then, while hes recovering, you duck- weaving out of his arms and sprinting for the bubble elevator up.

"Bye Tango! Enjoy your gift!-" You call, cheeky grin ever present. He sputters.

"You!-" He rushes to the elevator, narrowly missing you as you step in. "I'll have my revenge!" He calls after you.

That's exactly what you were planning on.

[wanderingmind867]

When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish them, and send this ask to the last 10 people in your notifs

I don't do anything to break my sedentary habits, so I feel indepted to reply (if only so i can tag people and force myself to engage in some forced socialization, the most i'll probably do for days. So, 5 songs...well, i'll them at random:

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac: I sort of have to put this one since i just spent practically an hour listening to it on loop. No, seriously. I was doing a stupid dc character sorter or something, and i couldn't leave the page. So my YouTube backup tab ended up playing the song on loop for an hour.

When the Night Feels My Song - Bedouin Soundclash: This is a song from my childhood. Apparently it was a song the CBC used for their children's programming when I was a young kid, and that's how I discovered it. It's still a great song now, though.

And When I Die - Blood, Sweat and Tears: Another song I inexplicably liked as a kid. I seriously don't know why a song about being unafraid to die appealed to me as a kid, but it did. Maybe I just like the uptempo melody, or maybe i've just always been a very neurotic person who was reassured by a song like this.

Forever and Ever, Amen - Randy Travis: My dad likes this song, and I don't mind it either. It's nice and calming. And you know, I do think that country music was once better than it is now. There were a lot of good singers in that genre, which i know partially because of my dad (who i think likes it because of his dad). But it doesn't seem like there's as much good in the genre now.

Hand Me Downs - Arkells: My mom really liked this band. I personally like them too. They're a good group, probably obscure outside of canada (although i could be wrong about that), and i think they deserve more attention. Some of the songs i think really hit home for my mom.

So there. 5 songs. It just took me nearly six hours to think of all of them. But I did it. Now, to tag some people (i'm not gonna necessarily go by my notifications, i might go more by people i see interacting with me often and/or people i'm mutuals with): @ihauntmyhouse @thewordsmith3 @ltwharfy @billybatsonmylove @c00c00pig @v4guelyv4mpiric @irishskeptic @munchkinmarauder @yourfriendlyneighbourhoodaries @kryptonbabe @marvel-and-moor @berf-a-smurf @0asta0

Oh, and the obligatory gesture i should probably do: thank you for sending me this, @riordanverseaddict.

[evil-is-relative]

My life finally calmed down for thirty second and finally got the couch back from being a laundry sorter so I can take pictures of all the dolls together.

Shell and Ysmir. Sisters!

Shell and Rommygorath. Do not leave unsupervised!

Ysmir, Shell, Gideon, Rommy, and Miraak! I did not take a picture of Shell with Miraak, because she'd stab him.

Now Gideon is off to Wynne, as soon as I can get him to the post office.

Reminder that if you want your OC as a doll, @tokutenshi-crafts does an amazing job!

[currentlysurvivinghell]

my first fic <3

okay so this is my first fic that I'm posting and i just really hope it's not bad

It's ranchers and something that i actually went through the other day with my friend but from the opposite perspective.

anyway. hope you enjoy my first fic <3

word count ~880

Tango had been working on a new design for a storage system for a long time now. He’d been buried deep within it for a couple hours and Jimmy was starting to become slightly concerned about the amount of time Tango was gone. He kept hearing the occasional noise of complaint or annoyance coming from the room Tango was in.

After half an hour of hearing Tango yell and grumble in anger, Jimmy decided to go and check on him. When he entered the room, Tango was destroying and rebuilding the redstone over and over again. He must have been in his own head because he didn’t even look up when Jimmy walked in purposely making his footsteps loud as to not startle the redstoner.

Tango was pacing back and forth on top of the chests for the storage system after having a little bit of a rage moment and just destroying whatever part o thenredstone was in his reach. He looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown from something.

Jimmy used his wings to fly up to him and slowly approached him. “Tango?” he said tentatively. Tango quickly whirled around and pointed an almost accusatory finger at Jimmy. “You!” he exclaimed. “I need you. I need to figure this out and having a second person will help.” He said frantically before going into a whole rant and demonstration about what was wrong.

Tango jumped down from the chests and stood in front of one in particular and told Jimmy to open it, which he did. It looked like any other chest. It had a lot of stacks of cobblestone and 17 sugarcane in the first slot. Jimmy closed the chest and looked at the sign on it that said ‘cobble stoen’. He wasn’t even going to mention the spelling error but he realized what was bothering Tango so much. 

“I’ve already checked everything. The sorters, the hoppers, the redstone placements. Everything. I don’t know what’s wrong with this stupid machine. It worked on my creative world so why won’t it work here? Did this world not update or something? Is it some mod that I have?” Tango went on about things that could have possibly been wrong. In the process of explaining the problem, he’d started pacing and making wild hand gestures. 

JImmy could tell that Tango was starting to spiral into his own mind and there was nothing but frustration and anger in there at the moment so he had to drag him out of his own mind. “Tango.” he tried to call his name but it was almost like Tango couldn’t hear him and just kept talking.

“Tango!” he tried again a bit louder this time but, again, nothing happened. Tango started walking towards the scaffolding to get back on top of all the redstone when Jimmy called out to him one last time. “Rancher!”. That seemed to snap Tango out of it long enough for Jimmy to get his attention and get him to listen. Jimmy noticed how Tango’s eyes originally snapped to him with a bit of annoyance but softened when he realized it was Jimmy. 

Jimmy walked over and took Tango’s hands in his own in an attempt to calm him down. It seemed to work to a degree. “Are you with me now?” He asked, to which Tango nodded. “Okay. Good. Now listen to me for a minute. Can you do that for me?” He asked gently. Tango nodded again but didn’t say anything.

“Okay. So the sugarcane is the problem? Are you sure it’s not some prank from someone else?” Jimmy asked in a calm voice to keep Tango calm. The grp on his hands tightened as Tango answered the question. “It wouldn’t be that, I would have heard someone coming and opening a chest. Plus I made sure it was…” He was cut off by Jimmy calling his name again to stop his spiraling again. 

“How about we try something different this time? Walk me through what happened.” Jimmy said and let Tango think about it for a minute before realization crossed his features. He didn’t say anything but just opened the chest and took out the sugarcane and walked back over to Jimmy. “I'm such an idiot. I was testing the system with sugarcane before I realized that I didn’t set the sorters and then forgot to take the sugarcane out of the chest afterwards.” he explained. 

Jimmy was satisfied after Tango calmed down. “So what happens when you send the sugarcane back through the system?” he asked, trying to make sure Tango had completely calmed down.

Tango looked back at the chests, remembering the mess he’d made when Jimmy came down. “Well nothing right now, but it would go in the organics chest once I fix whatever I destroyed.” He explained before giving a dramatic sigh. He went to the scaffolding to get on top of the chests. Jimmy chuckled at Tango’s new found enthusiasm.

Jimmy left the basement room to make them both some food. He did tell Tango when he was leaving but only got a grunt of acknowledgment in return so he just left and made them both some steak cooked on the fireplace because he knew Tango liked it best that way.

[that-one-weird-kid-from-school]

Is it just me or are days getting sorter; like, this week had only the worth of three days and it doesn't make sense.

I really dislike this, how days are ending without me even realising it; I think that it's because I've been less motivated or something and I need to do my Jevil drawings, but it takes way longer, and now this one-hour thing becomes an all-day process so I don't have time to do anything else.

I really don't like having problems with time, so, hopefully, I will gain my energy soon and I can finally start working again and the nagging might finally calm down.

Hopefully.

I hope.

I pray.

[pandulce135]

Singing in the Kitchen (Mikey x Reader)

Notes: LMAO I had the first paragraph of this one written down for like 2 weeks but life hit like a truck and I moved rooms and that took a week. I'm beginning to cross post some of my stuff to my AO3 account of the same user, too.

This one's a bit on the sorter side, but I think I got the point across in some way.

The song used in this is Sing Sing by Mariana's Trench.

Warnings: not proofread, otherwise none

Word Count: 1.1k

The kitchen smelled of sweets and was filled with all sorts of different pastries. From cookies to brownies, to a beautifully decorated cake, if it was a doable recipe, Mikey would make it. You were assisting him where you could. You mixed ingredients and kept track of timers. The decorating and presentation is what you left for Mikey, as he was the artistic one of you two. The generous amount of sweets were made in celebration of Leo and Don’s birthday tomorrow and you were doing whatever you could to help make it a good time for everyone involved.

“Are you sure we’re not making too much?” You glanced over your shoulder to look at Mikey. He was pulling a tray out of the oven while you stood at the island mixing away. The next and final baked good for the party were some simple chocolate chip cookies.

Mikey laughed. “Have you met us? We can eat, like, a pizza each in one sitting. This is just enough.” He bopped his head to the music that played from a small speaker in the corner of the room as he walked up behind you to check on your work. “Lookin’ good, ‘lil chef!” His chin hovered above your shoulder as he watched you work.

“Thanks, big chef,” you laughed, lightly hitting his temple with your own.

For a moment, you both stood there, watching you work as you both swayed to the music that played from your Spotify blend. Your music tastes jumped around from hip-hop to indie to punk to pop. It was content and calm in the kitchen, with the scent of sweets invading your senses. You were content. You could tell Mikey was, too.

“If-slash-when you guys get accepted by society, you should open a bakery,” you hummed as Mikey placed his three fingered hand on your own, a sign to stop mixing. You felt his weight against your back as he let out a whine and you let out a chuckle.

“I would love that so much, you have no idea,” his chin rested on your shoulder and you could feel the pout radiating off of him. You really wished that humanity would be just as accepting as you and April are about the boys. Until then, you will do the work of showing them endless love and appreciation- especially to Mikey. A sigh escaped Mikey as he spoke up again. “I really need to go to the little turtle’s room. Can you start placing these on a clean sheet?”

You let out a laugh at ‘little turtle’s room’ before nodding. “Anything for you, big chef.” You turned around in his arms and gave a mock salute.

There was a mutual laughter shared before Mikey gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll be right back!” As soon as he let go of you, you grabbed a baking sheet and glanced over at the oven to see it already preheated. Mikey was on it for real.

It was just you, the music, and the cookie dough that you were separating and putting on the baking sheet. The fast paced music of Mariana’s Trench playing made you groove as you worked.

“Are you hearing me now? Oh, oh, oh Hear the sad little sounds As they fall from my mouth Oh, yeah

You just need me to be stable But I won’t be able To keep it together again

Now don’t pretty please me You’re not making it easy To slow things down.”

Now you were nearly dancing at the fast paced music that played from the speaker, balling up the cookie dough in time with the tempo of the song. Your feet were even doing a little shuffle on the floor as your head bopped back and forth on beat.

“It’s no wonder why I’m not eating I- I’m not sleeping You say sing, sing to me

Sing me something I need Sing new, sing good God I wish that I could.”

Just as the song went into the bridge, you heard a gasp from the entryway of the kitchen. “Omigosh I didn’t know you could sing!” Your shoulders tensed as you turned to face him in the doorway. “You sound so good!” As soon as he processed the expression of shock and nervousness on your face, he began again. “Babe, not only can you bake, but you can sing and do a little groove? Ugh, my ‘lil chef can do it all!” He moved in to hug you and simply let it happen.

Your face was growing hot as he continued to gush about how you’re “multi-talented” and how you’re “so good at anything.”

“Mikey,” you whined. “I’m not though.” Your voice was muffled from where you spoke into his shoulder.

“Nuh-uh. I’m not gonna let you talk down about yourself.” He grabbed a random cooking from a container on the table and handed it to you. “Now here, for being you.”

You couldn’t help yourself as you let out a laugh. “It’s like a reward.” His own laugh echoed yours as he maneuvered you to sit down so he can take a peak at your work.

“Ah, my darling dear can sing, groove and space out the cookie dough like a pro?”

“Mikey, stop,” you whined and hid your face in your free hand as he smiled widely at you.

“Oh, oh, what if we did some karaoke? It doesn’t have to be all of us, just you and I.” Mikey turned to look at you and you turned your head to look back at him. “You know, just to build up some confidence. I think it could be fun.” His hands worked quickly with the dough, you noted, and he finished up placing the rest on the sheet in record time. He placed the sheet in the oven.

“I mean, if it’s just the two of us…” You thought for a moment before moving your head in a small nod. “I don’t think I would mind.” Mikey gasped as he closed the oven and turned to you, a bright smile on his face. His eyes almost looked like they were sparkling.

“I’ll writing down in the Big Book of Date Ideas!” He exclaimed, pure joy overtaking his body language and voice.

“You’re a dork, Michelangelo!” You barked out with a laugh, the previous embarrassment you felt was long gone. It was almost like a secret power of his, he can either prolong embarrassment, or erase it from your being entirely.

Mikey walked over to you and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

“That was so cheesy.”

“I know.”

[agerye]

♡ age regression little the dealer headcanons ♡ [req + cw horror game character]

a baby regressor, only a few months old!

loves to play with shape sorters and feels very proud putting them in the right place

a very calm and quiet baby

prefers interactive toys over plushies and dolls

likes listening to classical and jazz music

finds the rain cozy and has really good naps during bad weather

has a blankie to sleep with but holds it all the time and carries it around

sometimes partially regresses and prefers it to full regression to still play the game

prefers pacifiers to teethers but has a few for being fidgety

likes sensory things like liquid mats and lava lamps

[lirillith]

So there are two text posts I've been meaning to make, and the lighter one is about the Tooth Fairy.

We didn't actually set out to raise our daughter with all the childhood imaginary gift-givers. At first we were kind of planning the opposite, in fact. But when she was around three Dottie specifically asked for Santa to come next Xmas, and then the next year she told me how much she liked Easter decorations and requested the Easter Bunny, and so when she finally got around to losing teeth it just made sense to go ahead with the Tooth Fairy.

She's always formed her own, very decided headcanons about things. She used to insist that some dinosaurs didn't go extinct, she knew because she'd seen them. She maintains, very firmly and despite my pushback, that Santa's elves create perfect replicas of the toys she requests, the world's most competent and accurate bootlegs, whereas I'm pretty sure I credited the elves mostly with shopping when I was her age. I didn't want knockoff elf-brand Barbies, I wanted the real deal, and I viewed cartoons where the elves built toys as a relic of an earlier era where children had to do without Barbies or Kenner Princess Leia action figures.

So when it comes to the Tooth Fairy, my guidance is usually not wanted. I tell her that when I was a kid, the Tooth Fairy would still give kids money if they lost a tooth and swallowed it; she concludes that the Tooth Fairy ties a string to the remaining teeth and, like, bungees down into the kid's stomach to retrieve the tooth, and that's too awesome for me to argue with so I roll with it. She decided on her own that the tooth fairy is tiny, which I wasn't at all sure of at that age.

So when she lost a tooth that had a regrettable amount of tartar on it (I brush her teeth! But it seems to form really fast on her for some reason and she doesn't let them scrape it off thoroughly at the dentist) she decided that she'd get more money out of the Tooth Fairy if she cleaned it up. I agreed, since it gave her something to do, but she got carried away and kept going for multiple wash and rinse cycles, and in the end the tooth disappeared.

Because it was STOLEN BY THE TOOTH FAIRY.

I mean, Dottie is seven. Like many little kids, she sometimes has a... creative relationship with truth and imagination. She's sworn up and down that she's observed our cat driving a car and shopping at Costco. It's gotten less pronounced since she started school, but it's still never a surprise when she insists she saw something we know she didn't. So when she tells us she saw the Easter Bunny parkour off our windshield, I go "wow, that's awesome!" and fully believe that she believes it. But I had to address the Tooth Fairy's tooth piracy. I tried the Discworld explanation - the Tooth Fairy organization hires a bunch of Tooth Fairies, you see, and maybe the tooth bandit was just a bad apple. They didn't do proper background checks. We can ask for the misbehaving employee to be fired. But she wasn't having it. The other employees were just admin and tooth-sorters. They had a single tooth retriever and money-deliverer and that point-fairy stole her tooth!

I had to leave the room to do something - this was while my husband was hospitalized so I might have been taking out the trash, doing laundry, who knows - and when I returned she had "found" a tiny scrap of paper with "writing too small for an adult to see" that was, she swore, a taunting letter from the Tooth Fairy, all "I have your tooth, no money for you, HA HA HA."

And at this point I have no idea what's going on. Does she actually still believe in the tooth fairy? Are we playing make-believe together? Is she trying to trick me, because, like, she no longer believes in the tooth fairy but she thinks I do? Or because she's worried the money will dry up if she stops believing? I had to calm her down and get her to sleep, and I insisted that we'd leave out the tooth fairy pillow in hopes the tooth pirate would make things right and leave her money, and if not, we'd write an angry letter to Tooth Fairy Inc.

Well, obviously I put money in the Tooth Fairy pillow, because I didn't want to keep playing out some kind of Tooth Fairy 1-star Yelp review situation, and in the morning, when I brought this to her attention, she was not pleased. She was outraged. She maintained, groundlessly, that the Tooth Fairy had just recycled the money she'd gotten for the tooth she'd lost the week before. When I tried to prove her wrong she screamed at the top of her lungs to drown me out. I have no idea how the next tooth will play out.

She already has at least one more loose tooth. Pray for me, y'all.

[xbuster]

Have you tried the tetris thing or random puzzle game? Basically when intrusive thoughts are getting worse, you play the game and it'll calm you down. I have a water sorter game and I've been using it.b

I’m going to post this because that actually sounds like a great idea and I imagine it could be of help to a lot of people. Unfortunately for me, my intrusive thoughts tend to come at times where that’s not viable. I try to keep myself busy to manage my anxiety, but when I’m doing something like driving or I’m at work, I can’t really do anything else and intrusive thoughts start to enter my brain without any outlet.

I can manage them, though. It’s just that I’ve never been able to feel comfortable talking about them with anyone beyond some violence that would cause harm to myself and internet people really want thought crimes to be a thing and make me feel bad for even thinking them.

[taylorrswift]

hope you had a good weekend regina!!!! and i hope you feel better from the other day!!! sorry i have been MIA things have been a little ho ho hectic here 🎅 but in a fun way!! ✨ in honor of evermore's 3rd (!!!) birthday, what are your top 3 fav evermore songs?? :))

thank you beloved! i hope things calm down for you soon 🩷 my top 3 evermore songs… let me pull up @jesseepinkman’s sorter

right where you left me

ivy

cowboy like me

rwylm and clm have reeaaaalllllly grown on me since they were released and ivy has always been one of my favourites. + if you remember my ivy era you deserve a veteran’s discount

[midnightsslut]

Rank taylor music videos

i created a sorter for this but ultimately just started pressing random buttons towards the end (which is what always happens whenever i do a long sorter), so this may not be super accurate. it’s also controversial and long, which is why I’m putting it below a cut

1. lwymmd

2. blank space

3. wildest dreams

4. bejeweled

5. bad blood

6. love story

7. lavender haze

8. babe

9. all too well (the short film)

10. anti-hero

11. i bet you think about me

12. out of the woods

13. lover

14. i don’t wanna live forever

15. delicate

16. begin again

17. i knew you were trouble

18. mine

19. our song

20. shake it off

21. willow

22. cardigan

23. 22

24. style

25. you belong with me

26. End game

27. me!

28. safe & sound

29. mean

30. the story of us

31. fortnight

32. teardrops on my guitar

33. Tim McGraw

34. ready for it

35. picture to burn

36. you need to calm down

37. i can see you

38. back to december

39. everything has changed

40. we are never ever getting back together

41. ours

42. karma

43. the man

44. white horse

45. fifteen

46. change