#children's imagination and creativity

[the-cloudy-dreamer]

Random Sandman headcanon of the day:

-Dream loves children not necessarily because they are tiny humans and that makes them cute but because children make for the most imaginative of dreamers—they constantly test the boundaries of the dreaming and the possibilities of what can be done while they dream so he loves making dreams for them.

-And then he became a father so he becomes particularly invested and protective of children’s dreams.

-Orpheus constantly dreams about music, sounds and colours as a child he enjoys this things as an adult he takes inspiration from his father realm.

-He can’t be in every child’s dreams but he always makes sure that things are running smoothly and when he can he visits them and gifts them little things like balloons.

(The balloons themselves are actually blessing from the lord of the dreaming for happy and gentles of dreams)

Bonus dreamling headcanon:

-When he visits Hob in the waking sometimes children remember him from their dreams—Hob always finds it endearing when the little ones come running to hug his friend or excitedly wave at him Dream of course always hugs or greets them back.

[screamsofanoutlawbrain]

Soo,, I've been watching some of the witch's castle lore (thank you Royal Mike) and I just can't get this idea outta my mind..

The First Counsel of Everything AU

(In this AU, Witch's Castle came before Kingdom, and the gingercrew are basically stuck in a cycle of being rebaked as normal cookies until the counsel is needed again.)

The Counsel members (the gingergang) bellow the cut.

Gingerbrave - The Happy Emperor of Shadows.

The ruler of all shadow and darkness! Even if some of his recent subjects may not know it, though the oldest shadows that knew his rule definitely hope for his return again! With such a smile and kind personality, he made the shadows and darkness just as safe of a place that the light was, such a contrast to what it sadly is today. Debatably the leader of the counsel.

Strawberry Cookie - Queen of Imagination.

The shy ruler of all creativity, imagination, and dreams. Beloved by her subjects in the land of dreams, as she herself understands the love and care that goes into every art, even the ones baked up in the mind! Her thoughts can blend and bleed into the world by portals, making her a power house among the counsel. What she reigns over may never be in danger, but she will always spring back in to aid her friends and counsel!

Wizard Cookie - High Wizard of Insight.

No doubt deserving of his title, this High Wizard is the head of all magic, magical beings, and the smarts, too. He never seems to get a spell wrong, nor forget a face! The ones who follow his teachings can't deny that he's fit for the head of all magic. After all, what's a better fit than the one who got magic into every cookies' hands and books! His return is expected, as magic is in everything these days, and he is undeniably the brain of the counsel.

Gingerbright - Empress of Harmony.

The empress of all connections and harmony! All who can live in peace and friendship or thrive in their life with a bond, those are her subjects. Spirits and ghosts await her return, waiting for the cheerful giggles and unhinged sneers of command to lead them and the ones without leaders to whatever or wherever she will go. She is as kind, clever, and sweet as she is as threatening, and all who made an enemy of her sweat and tremble at the thought of her return. She seeks fun and adventure, and with her unity and harmony under soon threat, she no doubt will be with the rest of the counsel to stop the overflowing havoc to come.

Gingerdozer - Soft Emperor of Light.

Appearing the least, but no less one of the most vital, this is the ruler of light and divine. Few of his subjects know of him, but he is loved by those of his subjects who do. The boy's smile was said to have been able to bring light to a dark room and hope to the hopeless. The unity between light and dark came from his bond with his brother, and he kept the light in balance with the shadows. With how his divine light has changed for the worst, he is bound to wake and return the sharp, overwhelming light back to a soft, warm glow. Just as the counsel's second in command should!

I love them all so much plz feel free to ask literally anything about them.

[inkats]

uramichi sketchdump fr today.

[warlockedfox]

It’s wild how just months ago I couldn’t fathom the idea of ever raising young kids and,, now I’m laying in bed with the 2 people I’d most want to raise kids with in the world, thinking about how I’d respond when the littles ask if Santa Claus is real

[hecksupremechips]

I understand that the problem Linda would have in the hypothetical scenario where she catches Phineas and Ferb building some crazy shit is that its very dangerous for two kids to be caught up in something like that and it’s also just kinda an inconvenience like oh great now there’s this big ass roller coaster in the yard how the hell are we gonna clean this mess, I get it. But I just find it hard to believe that she wouldn’t be super impressed like my girl Linda loses her shit over the most mundane things so having her sons be these super geniuses capable of all this crazy shit would be awesome as hell she’d be proud

[happywebdesign]

Woset

[actuallyaj]

I'm so happy! I just made THE BEST sensory bin! It has so many different textures, sensory and fidget toys, and bright stimulating colors! 🥰🤗

[clementimetodie]

something messed up about the acknowledgement that even adult animals play (and it's good for them), but play is discouraged of adult humans

part of this, I think, is the idea that if you are playing, you are shirking your responsibilities. and sure, humans can fall into the bad habit of using play as escapism and at the end of the day keeping food on the table/taking care of family, etc. should take priority

but if there's a mental health aspect to play in animals, why do we ignore those benefits for humans?

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Nothing pisses me off more than when people talk about my friendships with mid-support needs autistics and other people with differently-wired brains as if I am descending to help them because I’ve taken them on as a charity case. That is NOT true. Oh they’re a burden because they’re neurodivergent? WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT: SO AM I! THE REASON I HAVE SO MANY FRIENDS WITH SO MUCH SHIT WRONG WITH THEM IS BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF SHIT WRONG WITH ME. WE ATTRACT EACH OTHER! WE LIKE EACH OTHER! IT’S NOT THAT FUCKING HARD TO UNDERSTAND!

[mayra-quijotescx]

I don't even go here in terms of iwtv but I think the feud that's been invented between Lestat and [the most widely-adored major source of carbon emissions in the US] is hilarious, especially because Lestat is very much losing that invented feud and yet the professed fans of the latter party don't seem to realize 1. he poses no threat to her, perhaps on account of (and I can't stress this enough) 2. being fictional

[vols-nonsense]

forgot to post this yesterday so it’s a bit late, but:

it’s been three whole years of this game, already???

Happy 3rd Anniversary to this wonderful mess of a journey in Sky: CotL. Despite my many a conflicting feeling about all sorts surrounding it, it means a lot to me as a game, a community (well. some specific places of it!), an outlet, an art medium in multiple ways, an inspiration, etc…and I need to give a gargantuan thanks to everyone and everything I’ve met along the way that have made this such an unforgettable experience thus far, for better or worse, but most importantly here the best.

Here’s to everything else coming my way with it that I’ll cherish for the longest of times.

[katiajewelbox]

I LOVE the music of Amadou & Mariam! This music video shows the amazing imagination of kids living our their dreams and imagining the boundless possibilities of the future. The lyrics are in French (Mali was once a French colony) and warn about the dangers of lies and division among community, a relevant message for our troubled times. Something I like about West African music is that it’s insanely catchy and ear-appealing but features lyrics with serious messages and social criticisms with rousing calls to action, instead of vapid sexual innuendo and drug references like a lot of western music these days.

[regentzephyr]

no matter how how hot my takes become as i march ever closer to senility, i take refuge in the incontrovertible fact that no take of mine will ever be hotter than me liking Caillou… to think people will be so anal over a French-Canadian skinhead

[ibyul]

not me finding out abt how there’s even gossip abt ME of all ppl

[spacebubblehomebase]

Once in kindergarten I was reprimanded away from my classmates. During our test, we had the instruction to draw inside the box. But the space provided wasn't enough for little me. So obviously, I drew outside of it. Made borders of my own. The only one to limit me was myself. Picked whatever color of the crayon I liked. Sadly, my teacher didn't like it as much as I did and I was cast aside from my other classmates who knew how to follow the rules. Unbeknownst to me then, I was actually well known for being quite advanced for my age. I studied earlier as I learned to read faster. Likely because I love stories and when they weren't enough, I made my own. Younger kids rely on me for entertainment because I never ran out of ideas and could make a game they've never heard of before on the spot. I was already capable of thinking for myself. Even if the way I thought wasn't quite the way I was taught to do. Later on I would find the word for it and felt the world open up to me... Creativity. For those who think outside of the box. I find it funny how it all turned out. Because now I'm in college. Pursuing art.

Guess little me knew what I was meant to do afterall.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

[sparrownimbus2000]

[5] Infinite Birds

There are infinite points on a circle, you know, and we recently learned this fact, me and my five year old boy. He spends all his time with his sister, 3, and they like to talk about millions, billions and infinity. Infinity and sextillion. Did you know sextilion was a number? I spent days telling my son that sextillion didn’t exist every time he would ask how many days was sextillion years. He…