#danish diaper

[dk-diaperboy]

Could not stay in my home, you can see on the pics and my diaper have prints like a baby. Make pics where I go outside with my diaper. Without my diaper to be used 24/7. And force yourself walk and lay in the grass only in diaper. And you keep it visible to expose you wear diaper when you maybe get caught.

[dulltoned]

Kismet Snippets

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Ablaze:

- Used to be "We R Who We R" by Kesha

- After being introduced to rock music it's now also "Why Worry" by Set It Off

Trickee:

- "Lucky Strike" by Maroon 5

- "Deal with It" by Ashnikko

- Listens to a lot of sad music when he's alone

Hype:

- Will lose his shit to Kesha with Ablaze but he prefers "Crazy Kids"

- A really big fan of "Right Now" by Sabrina Carpenter and "Anything Can Happen" by Tors

Boom:

- Loves "What a Man Gotta Do" by the Jonas Brothers

- Guilty pleasure for country, really likes "Homegrown" by Zac Brown Band and "I Don't Want This Night to End" by Luke Bryan

- Favorite song of all time is "It's Gonna Be Me" by BroZone and he will not tell Branch that.

Branch:

- Eclectic loser, doesn't have a favorite

- Really likes "Lose Your Way" by Broadside and "When the Earth Stands Still" by the Phoenix Chamber Choir, though.

Ablaze: Raspberry Sprite and Steak Nachos with extra jalapeños.

Trickee: Limonada/Brazilian Lemonade and blackberry and cheese danishes.

Hype: Fruit Punch Energy Drink (any brand) and fruit salad without any grapes.

Boom: Supersweet caramel coffee with whipped cream and soba, hot or cold for both the food and the drink.

They all build their bonds with Branch before they start to meet each other through him. Their individual friendships start to form long before they consider starting up a band.

Branch never stopped singing, not completely. Not until Kismet broke up. He didn't sing often after Grandma Rosiepuff died and he never sang in public. What he did sing was never happy but he still sang to himself on occasion. Music was in his blood, both as a Troll and as someone who's been performing since he was in diapers. It's not something that he could just quit at the drop of a hat like that.

It's only after Branch builds them their own hideout that the idea starts to form. Kismet are all hanging out in the space that Branch built for them, drinking after some party or another, and singing loudly. Underneath them screaming the lyrics, though, one of them hears a softer voice singing along. "Oh my- Branch your voice is so good!" "You sing!?" "Hey, that's damn good."

That's when the first spark ignites.

It takes a while for them to bring up being a band, let alone getting Branch to join in, and it takes even longer for Branch to open up about BroZone and his childhood. But they get there, they assure Branch that there's no pressure, but Branch feels safe with them and he likes singing so one day he tentatively agrees.

Branch never preformed on stage and he was never shown in the band's branding but everyone knew there was a fifth member of Kismet.

[yourbravestpigeon]

‘How long can a baby sit in a soiled diaper’, Alberich typed into the search bar. The answers were discouraging. He sighed and glanced at the toddler playing with his phone charger.

“Couldn’t have waited an hour longer, eh?”, he asked, digging into Catherine’s backpack for one of the spare diapers he’d seen tucked in there. “You didn’t even finish half your fruits, but sure, that was enough to shit yourself.”

Catherine ignored him, busy stuffing the charger between the couch cushions as far as it’d go.

“Well, we’ve all been there, don’t worry…”, Alberich mumbled as he spread a kitchen towel across a counter and sat her down on top of it. The charger tagged along, and thank god for it because Catherine was so distracted tangling the thing up she didn’t fuss as Alberich gingerly peeled the crap-covered garment off her body. There was some undignified wiping he could have done without, a bit of trial and error how to fasten the new diaper, and then the hardest part: wrestling the little duckie-pants Catherine had been sporting back on. They were yellow and cheery, and currently the worst thing in his entire life.

He’d just looped the first pant leg around her foot when Catherine decided she was fed up with lying on some guy’s kitchen counter and struggled to get back up. She grimaced and tried flipping onto her belly, legs getting tangled up with the pants in the process.

“Could you just stop fucking around”, Alberich begged as she started wailing, finally managing to trap the first leg and drag the pants halfway up. “You’re making this worse for both of us.”

But she was crying, making a whole point of it he was sure.

“It’s just pants; I didn’t hurt you”, he stressed, dragging the rest of the garment in place and putting her down on the floor again. “Now you can play.”

But she was crying.

“Look at the duckies”, Alberich tried, pointing at the fabric.

But she was crying, crying and crying.

He gave up reasoning with someone not to be reasoned with and turned on a kids channel on TV. The media didn’t lie; children really only cared about television these days, for the sight of the bright blaring screen made Catherine stop dead in her tracks and shut up. She settled down next to the coffee table, mostly entranced but occasionally babbling things pertaining to the events on the screen.

Alberich had never watched an episode of SpongeBob, and after half an episode he decided he wouldn’t be watching an episode of SpongeBob. He picked Catherine up and lifted her in front of one of his DVD shelves, the one that held all the old school stuff but also movie adaptations of fairytales.

“Pick one”, he told her, swaying her so she was eye level with the Anderson classics. He wasn’t sure about synchronization, but someone who thought noft was a word probably couldn’t distinguish English and Danish anyway.

Catherine kicked out with her foot instead, knocking into a Best of Hitchcock box set and Pulp Fiction.

“Whgaaahg”, she complained.

“You wanna watch those?”

She kicked out again, this time hitting the lamp standing next to the shelf.

Fearing that she was close to losing it again Alberich clumsily grabbed Pulp Fiction while still balancing the toddler, then moved their party back to the couch – he’d seen the movie a couple months ago, but he didn’t mind. Catherine watched the DVD player swallow the disc with a little zzzzt, then cheered as the TV lit up with the production company logo.

“Now look, there’s some really horrid stuff in that one”, he let Catherine know. “And I know you’re probably not processing anything properly anyway, but we’ll be safe and skip it.”

Catherine didn’t seem to mind. When the prologue started rolling Alberich got up to get Catherine her sippy cup and himself a glass of gin. There were also the leftover fruits; If she hadn’t been a baby he might have considered not handing her back the bowel-movement inducing stuff, but he felt a bit less selfish around beings that couldn’t even do anything. He had the same thing around dogs; they were just there, counting on you to not drop the ball entirely. So he handed her the dinosaur-print Tupperware, briefly left to get some ice for his drink, then dropped back down on the couch.

“Look, that’s Amanda Plummer”, he told Catherine, pointing at the screen. “She’s also in Star Trek Picard. Season 3 aired the year you were born, so you might not remember her. She’s one of the more memorable villains though, the first two seasons were abysmal.”

Amanda Plummer pulled a gun and shouted threatening profanities.

“They’re robbing the restaurant”, he explained. Catherine leaned towards him and tried grabbing the glass out of his hands.

“No. Catherine, no. We can watch Pulp Fiction, but I can’t let you drink.”

He squeezed an apple slice into her grabby fist instead.

“When you’re older, I promise. Though if your mother’s any indicator you’ll be preferring brandy by then.”

The scene cut to John Travolta; Catherine gave off a content squeaking kinda noise. Alberich wasn’t sure he made a fine babysitter, but Catherine sure made a fine baby.

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Part 2 of the fun AU idea @withlovebinnie started! I cannot get my brain to stop producing unhinged babysitting scenarios

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

So I found a book where danish kids has been asked their views about children and birth. Here’s some highlights

”Sometimes you’re yellow in the face when you’re newborn…” - Barbara, 6

”… it’s not the child that gets {yellow}, the dad is.” - Mohammed, 7

”It’s fun when mom gives birth, because then you get McDonalds with your dad.” - Rasmus, 6

”My little sister was born too early. So dad hadn’t been able to do the dishes.” - Rikke, 8

”Vera’s dad left when she was born. But I think they’re still looking for him.” - Christian, 7

”The dad is really nervous and sit and talk all the time. That’s why he can’t be at the birth.” - Kirstie, 8

”The dad can’t tickle the baby when it has just come out. Because it can happen it (the baby) is not used to it.”

”When you’re born, you come to a place where you can breathe. I haven’t gone there yet.” - Rebecca, 6

”I know twins that look alike. Only that the other one is 10 minutes bigger than the other.” - Emil, 8

”If the babies drink the same milk they become twins.” - Mathias, 8

”If they get two kids at once and mom can’t birth both, the dad can give birth to one.” - Rikke, 6

”If the mom doesn’t notice she got three kids then it’s just to remove two.” - Emil, 7

”It doesn’t matter if babies play on the road, because they’re so small cars can’t run over them.” - Alexander, 8

”When you have a little baby you need to make sure it doesn’t smell. Or else the dad will never want to kiss it” - Lotte, 8

”When the baby is born, the mom shouldn’t forget to buy a bra” - Katrine, 8

”You can’t forget to feed the baby, or else it becomes too thin and the intestinals won’t fit.” - Carl, 7

”If the baby has done something really good you need to complement it. Even if it smells.” - Lucas, 7

”Babies need pacificers, or else they’ll make a giant big hickey on the mom.” - Sofie, 8

”When the baby gets home you can’t forget to buy saturday candy* to them and put them in a lot of diapers.” - Maj Beate, 7

*I don’t know how many countries this is a thing in but in the Nordic countries, to make kids not eat too much candy all the time, it’s often common to only let them eat candy on saturday. This is not a rule like an american tiktoker once made it seem like it was, but rather just something parents tell their kids so they don’t eat too much sugar all the time. Every nordic kid has the experience of walking inside the room in the middle of the week and find your parents eating candy, and exclaim ”BUT IT’S NOT SATURDAY?!”

”When the baby is small you should buy a bed with tree trunks with holes in them, so they can look out” - Fadi, 8

”You can’t forget to buy a little hook so the baby can’t get out and make a mess everywhere.” - Bjørn, 6

”The baby can’t drink from a glass when it’s newborn. That’s why the mom pours it in her breast” - Philip, 6

”It doesn’t matter if the kids eat at Makke Donnas*. If you just take away the pickle it’s pretty healthy.” - Rebecca, 6

*I think she means McDonalds but this is how a danish child would pronounce it. My brother pronounced it similarly and we’re swedish. But Makke Donnas might be an actual place in Denmark what do I know

”It doesn’t matter if the child drinks coca cola - it helps when you’re hurt.” - Rasmus, 6

”A tree is called tree. A chair is called chair. Pregnant is called pregnant and that’s why my name is Laura.” - Laura, 7

”It’s only in Vietnam and in poor countries that children should work. In Denmark they shouldn’t, cause we’re millionaires.” - Maj Beate, 7

”I’m gonna go to the cinema and watch ’the ringer of Nutella’*. But I don’t know who to go with. Cause it’s forbidden.” - Nikolaj, 5

*I think he means the hunchback of notre dame, in some translations the title is ”the ringer of notre dame” instead.

”If I have kids I won’t give them a blue eye*. Cause that shows on you.” - Sofus, 7

*They mean it like they’re gonna punch them so their eye gets a bruise, not that their eye color would be blue

”I think it’s ok to get grounded if you have set fire on the pillows.” - Kim, 9

”You have to be nice to your child by asking them to take the trash out in a kind way.” - Maria, 6

[sjweminem]

aw diapers i forgot how much the danish girl (2015) always gets my stupid fucking stupid ass

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave (part 2)

*This is the sequel to my original fic Heart of the Weave, which you can find here so make sure to read part 1 first!*

Chapter 7

Morning arises and Neeve is getting ready for school. Gale struggles to get out of bed for a few moments, and it appears he's enjoying being by my side way too much. 

“You're so comfortable to lie with and, if we’re being honest, you're so cute. I just love looking at you when you're waking up. The way your brown eyes turn into a golden honey as the sun beams through the blinds. The way your smile lights up your entire face when you see me next to you. The way your voice sounds when you first wake.” Gale comments, admiring me as I gaze at him with my sleepy eyes. I smile and stretch my body out, then lean in to give him a kiss. 

 “Gale, my darling, you are too fucking sweet and my heart is about to explode in this bed. But! You are going to be late and you know how impatient Neeve gets.” Gale sighs, but gives a light laugh at my comment. “However, I’d love to cuddle you all day. I wouldn't trade it for the world.”

Gale and I get up together and after he puts on his teaching robes, we both head into Jenevelle’s room, catching Neeve looking down into the crib and speaking sweetly to her. 

“Sissy! I love you. You're so cute and cuddly, and I wish you knew magic. Cute little squishy baby!” She turns around and notices us walk into the room, entertained by her words with the baby. “I'm not ashamed of what I said.” I release a loud laugh, realizing how funny and straightforward our daughter really is. Gale approaches the crib and looks down at the baby also. 

“You're a wonderful sister, Neeve. You truly adore her and that makes your mother and I so very happy.”

 “Careful daddy! She pooped!” Neeve turns around and bolts towards me, wrapping me in a hug. I return the embrace, feeling the comfort of Neeve's endless love surrounding me.

“I love you, my darling. I have danishes waiting for you on the counter, you better get them before your father beats you to them,” I tease as I raise an eyebrow, staring at Gale. He rolls his eyes playfully. Those two could fight over an entire basket of danishes like nobody's business – they both have a strong taste for sweets. 

“YES!” Neeve turns around, but then fades into mist as if she just cast…misty step? That's a new one.  Gale picks up Jenevelle, who is wearing an adorable blue nightgown, and gives her a kiss on the cheek. He lifts her gown up and peeks inside her diaper, then sighs, realizing Neeve wasn't kidding. 

“Well, while I get the baby cleaned up, can you warm her bottle up so I can feed her while I'm partaking in danish-eating, assuming Neeve didn't eat all of them already?” I chuckle, kissing him on the cheek as I try not to inhale the horrid odor in the room. 

 “I planned on nursing her while you eat. Don't you worry.” Gale gets the baby changed, and hands her to me as I sit down in the rocking chair. He leans down to kiss my forehead, and then admires Jenevelle curled up in my arms. He doesn't want to walk away, and the realization he needs to work makes him slightly sad. 

 “I will see you both later today since the students have exams and I can't risk them getting distracted. . I'll bring the baby tomorrow.  I love you both so dearly.”  And off he goes, to take our big girl to the Academy and handle the stress of exams with the other students. I look down at my sweet Jenevelle, admiring her beautiful face as she finishes feeding, and in the middle of a quiet moment, here comes Tara flying rapidly in the room out of nowhere. 

  “Emmy, darling! You have a couple surprise guests here to see you. Karlach, Shadowheart, and their little ones. You could use the company, yes?” A smile appears on my face, excited for my friends to be here to hang out with me, though I feel bad Neeve just left for school. I put on my baby wrap and place Jenevelle in it as I head downstairs to greet them. Karlach is holding a box full of delicious breakfast treats. 

   “Auntie Emmy!” Maddox shouts and comes in for a hug. My heart feels full of happiness, knowing I bring joy to kids that aren't even mine. I return a hug and chuckle at his sweet gesture. Asher follows suit and also gives me a hug. 

   “Well hey kiddo! Hi Asher! Sorry boys, Neeve just went to school. Hopefully you can all get together soon. Shall we go outback so you boys can play?” Shadowheart and Karlach follow me to the fact, as well as the boys, and they head to play in the yard while we sit down at the round table on our back porch. 

   “We brought you some delicious scones! Maddox’s idea, but if we are being honest, I WAS considering it, he just beat me to the punch,” Karlach says. 

  “Perfect timing. Gale and Neeve just devoured the danishes I baked, so I haven't been able to eat yet. Thank you. What inspired you both to stop by?” Shadowheart sighs playfully and rolls her eyes as she struts outside to the yard with us. 

 “Are we not allowed to see our best friend? We miss you. And you know I need to snuggle that baby, let me hold her and you grab yourself a couple of scones?” I chuckle and hand Jenevelle over to Shadowheart, snagging a couple of delicious scones out of the box. I watch Asher and Maddox running after each other in the yard, carefully avoiding the garden, which is sweet. They were both raised so well, and it makes me ecstatic to see; if only my daughter was here with us. We all watch the children play happily under the morning sun, but they become exhausted shortly after, so they sit down and play in the sandbox area just a few feet away from our garden. 

“What does Asher want for his birthday?” I ask Shadowheart as I shove a blueberry scone in my mouth. “Is he having a party?”

“Yes! And I was just about to demand you to come,” Shadowheart replies with a light smile, her red eyes – which used to be green – glistening under the sunlight. “You, Gale, and the girls of course. I can't believe he will be eight years old. I…don't like this.” It seems she's starting to face the reality that I am with Neeve: our children will out-age us, and eventually leave us behind while they depart to another realm. I decide to lighten the subject a little. 

 “Hey, at least Neeve, Maddox, and Asher will get to all grown up with one another. They're all so close. I love to see it.” Karlach nods in agreement and playfully elbows Shadowheart. 

 “Yeah! He's a good kid, Shadowheart. He will accomplish amazing things and use the nature skills he's learning from Halsin.” Shadowheart smiles, hesitating to say another word as she realizes we still have many, many years to go. Our children will be alright. We will be alright. 

[bates--boy]

He raised the infant up closer to his face, until her tiny waving hand met his waiting lips, and he gave the little knuckles a kiss for good luck. He stepped into the room after his father, who graciously carried in the diaper bag for his son, while his gaze hardly strayed from his daughter, finally glancing up to smile at the others in the room.

"Gentlemen," Peter said, stepping closer to the huddled group of men, bouncing the baby in his arms, "Meet Sadaf!"

Soft gasps filled the room, followed by a hush of bated breaths, as Peter angled the blanketed bundle so his family could see the wonder.

"Oh, my god..." Timo placed a hand on his chest. "Peter, she's..."

"So tiny," Emil said, though whether it was to complete Timo's sentence or was its own separate thought remained to be seen. He looked up at Peter. "And she's okay to be out of a hospital, right?"

"So far, yes," Peter replied. He tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice; he knew Emil was just worried, but still, it wasn't like Peter hadn't taken every precaution with his child. You'll never catch me slacking with her, he had wanted to say, but Emil sighed his relief and smiled, and Peter had to bite his tongue. For now, while Sadaf was the center of attention.

And it didn't seem like Peter had to say anything, after all; Berwald came up to Peter's side and reached to stroke Sadaf's hair. "Don't worry so much, Emil," he said. "Peter would never let any harm come to her. None of us will, right? We're going to take good care of her."

"Of course," Emil said, "I know. I just, you know, with her being a preemie and all--"

Snf.

Everyone stopped, all eyes turning to Magnus. None of them had noticed when he stepped back, hiding just a bit behind Emil, Lukas, and Timo, covering his mouth with his hand and keeping his head tilted down.

"Uncle Den...?" Peter asked.

"Are you --" Emil tilted his head to look at the downward titled face. "Magnus, are you crying?"

Magnus sniffed some more, wiping his eyes dry with the heel of his hands. He gave a breathless, embarrassed chuckle and shrugged. "I mean, can you blame me? I knew she was gonna be a preemie, but I didn't think... I just... She's so..."

Magnus cleared his throat, looking away to try to compose himself, pursing his lips so he could hide the quivering bottom one. "Oh, Magnus," Timo said, coming closer to the man and rubbing his back.

Magnus, cheeks tear-stained and already blotchy, held out his hands. "Can I hold her? Please?"

"Oh!" Peter blinked, and then hurried closer, adjusting the child. "Of course!"

Emil, Timo, and Lukas stepped aside, allowing Peter to place Sadaf into his uncle's arms. Magnus shifted her in his hold and started bouncing her, bending his head closer to her. "Hej, min lille blomst," he murmured, "Jeg er din onkel Magnus!"

And as he watched his other uncles and his other father crowd around Magnus while he sang a soft Danish lullaby, and felt Berwald wrap an arm around his shoulder and kiss the top of his head, and the way Sadaf reached out and touched her little fingers to Magnus's face, Peter knew that this was right.

[dk-diaperboy]

Ups! I need to use diaper to be safe when i only can let go. And it go in the diaper and wear wet and used diaper untill my diaper is changed.

[monstermaster13]

- Character tf into a character that is rarely done or one you really like but it's a rubber version. Or even worse it's a lewd pervy version. I imagine you look for tf art into characters from children's shows and when you do it's a rubber version or a lewd version. Yeah, Noddy for one. He's a child, why do almost all the Noddy ones I see always have to be lewd and with creepy MC? He's a child character for crying out loud. Also aaaw come on, I like Pinkie Pie but why a rubber version of her?

- Any tf Ciel has done. I have nothing against Avianine but I find that her TF art is overrated and I hate the Ciel character, I HATE her anthro Pokemon tfs because a lot of them either have MC or are too overly sexually designed (it wouldn't kill her to put some clothes on those Poke-girls would it?), her inanimate tfs either make no sense or creep me out (were-pooltoys don't make any sense, pooltoys don't have teeth or anything you could get caught on which could turn you into one, how does that even work anyway? Also why did it have to be a full moon trigger when a water trigger would have made more sense? Why did it have to be a full moon? You know, you could have just made it that water is the trigger for a pooltoy transformation, you could have just made it a cursed swimming pool but nooo you had to make it a fucking full moon trigger), drone tfs that make me feel uncomfortable (yeah i'm sorry but seeing a bulge between the legs of some of the more feminine forms of drones makes me feel weirded out, I know Avianine has done Futa type tfs before, it's all in her Furaffinity account but that one Judy Hopps one where the victim still has a male bulge despite Judy clearly being female pissed me off, it's like when people thought Jamie Lee Curtis is a guy, uhhh...Jamie Lee is female, and so is Lady GaGa!), her Pokeslut stuff (which thankfully is not on here, Avianine, how can you be sexist against your very own gender? You have a sort-of-canonically trans-character yet you totally fetishize female characters anyway? Forshame. Al ot of her slutty tf content is just sexualizing certain species or even her own gender), her 'hero suit' stuff (Uhhh...yeah, tell me how a suit that prohibits the villain from taking it off not even to use the toilet is supposed to do any good. And also yeah i'm sorry, but if it's forcing someone to be good, that is still more evil than good), anything Puro related or Puro adjacent (how can anyone like this? Knowing that Dragonsnow is a sick bastard in real life, yes he supports shotacon erotic art of his own characters even though Collin is a teenager in the game, he's the Dan Schneider of the transformation community, the game was awful enough with it being a blatant fetish-fest but Avianine's Puro stuff made it worse), and of course anyone where Ciel turns someone into herself..(I swear Ciel is the most arrogant phoenix ever, she sometimes forcibly turns people into clones of her. Does Agent Smith know she is stealing his gimmick? And also, arrogant, much?).

- Character tfs that are absolutely cursed, even as a joke. The Noid, seriously? Poor Honeycomb Craver and Honey Monster barely get any, and what about those 'Cadbury Creme Egg' ad characters made to represent star signs who either have a weird ability based on their sign or turn into the animal the star sign is of (e.g the twins who like to slurp it/bite it, the Delboy looking Aries dude who turns into a ram, the Scorpio lady with the whip-like hair-do, or the guy in the sweater who morphs into a crab). Pepsiman, seriously? You know, there's a lovely underrated Danish anthro cow mascot who needs TF attention and also a whole group of lovely anthro animal-girls that need more love. Also Cool Cat? Even if it's a joke or a parody, never use Cool Cat in anything not even in TFs unless it's about Cool Cat and Daddy Derek being punished for being terrible role models. Also seriously, those creepy Poopsie unicorn dolls that wear diapers?

- Fat nerd stereotypes. Oh sure, all anime fans are overweight and are bad at sex, all nerds are bad at sex and have bad hygiene, that is totally not an untrue stereotype at all.

[alexhoghdaily]

Review

'Call Me Dad': When Your Best Friend Becomes Your Stepdad

Despite the sympathetic protagonist, this Danish combination of comedy and drama does not excel in either genre.

Caterer Emil discovers that his mother has found a very unexpected new lover. Emil has known his best friend Viktor since they were in diapers. In fact, Emil's mother even changed Viktor. And now it turns out that the two have been in a relationship for six months. Emil has little choice but to simply accept this new reality, because in addition to being his best friend, Viktor is also his partner.

The idea for the Danish comedy-drama Call Me Dad came from the minds of the protagonists Alex Høgh Andersen and Magnus Haugaard Petersen. Together they came up with what is perhaps the biggest nightmare in a close friendship: that the woman who comes between two men is your very own mother. With the revelation that his best friend will become his stepfather, the mess in Emil's life is complete. He also suffers from severe nosebleeds and also has a lot to deal with with his unstable girlfriend Carla.

Only six episodes of barely half an hour are devoted to the rearrangements that Emil is forced to make in his life. The concept of mother's new love is not fully developed consistently. It regularly fades into the background, for example when Carla files a rather absurd claim against Emil and Viktor's company. Or during the exciting encounters that Emil has during his daily swim.

Call Me Dad is a lot thematically, but at the same time disappointingly little due to the minimal emotional effect. Emil's search for the medical defect that causes his nosebleeds is extremely messy and fragmented. Girlfriend Carla is an insufferable mental wreck and mainly serves to illustrate Emil's lack of backbone. Conversations between Emil and Viktor about how the new love between friend and mother comes in do not take place. The humor of these situations is barely explored, while the dramatic depth is lacking.

The fact that comedy and drama do not flow smoothly together in Call Me Dad does not mean that this far-too-short series is a complete waste of time. Despite his inability to stand up for himself, Emil is a sympathetic boy who would wish you more and, above all, better. The character turns one hundred and eighty degrees in the final episode to discover that he will not find much salvation there either. Just like the main character, the makers of this series are constantly searching.

Call Me Dad can be seen on NPO Start .

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[askthebonbonlandgang]

THE HISTORY OF BONBON LAND FOR DUMMIES!!!!!!

When danish candy inventor Michael Spangsberg presented his son, Nicolai, with some brown candies many years ago, the boy exclaimed; "Aw, it looks like dog farts - and they're sticky".

Thus, the idea with the candy and the cheeky BonBon names was born. And thus the reason why you are reading this right now. Who in their wildest imagination would have imagined that they would sink their teeth into Seagull Blots, Wet Diapers and Ear Wax?

The new candy was received with cheers and it sold like crazy. It started a trend where many sent their suggestions for new candy names to the candy factory in Holme-Olstrup.

The candy with the funny BonBon figures became so popular that many schools and kindergartens wanted to visit the candy factory in Holme-Olstrup in South Zealand. They all wanted to experience how to make cheeky and crazy candies.

However, the candy production had to meet some strict hygiene requirements and therefore could not have visitors. Despite that, Michael, who was full of ideas, opened a very small BonBon-Land in 1992. The amusement park then consisted of a confectionery workshop, a cinema, shop, and 4 duck boats in a lake.

The dog farts who started it all got their very own dog fart statue, which welcomes the guests. Henry Hundeprut, which is the dog's name, has become an icon among children and has even got his own rollercoaster.

Since opening, BonBon-Land has become one of Denmark's most visited amusement parks, and to celebrate their freaky mascots, I've created this askblog as a way to show my love for them! - Madock Jones, owner of the askblog.

[project1939]

(The What's My Line? panelists, top, Hattie McDaniel bottom left, The Great Gildersleeve cast, bottom right.)

Day 49- TV and Radio: 

TV: 

What’s My Line?, season 3, episode 29, “Victor Borge,” July 27th, 1952. 

The Beulah Show, season 2, episode 18, “Donnie and the Dogs,” July 29th, 1952. 

Radio: 

The Great Gildersleeve, “Bronco Sells Gildy’s House,” July 30th, 1952. 

The Whistler, “You Can’t Trust a Stranger,” July 27th, 1952. 

What’s My Line? was the highlight today, unsurprisingly. I was curious to see what Victor Borge would do with his voice to try to fool the panel, because he has a fairly prominent Danish accent. He answered mostly “yes” or “no,” using all kinds of weird voices. One of the panelists even asked if he worked for Disney! It didn’t take them too long to guess who he was, though. The other contestants had great jobs- one woman used techniques and products to grow hair for bald men, one man was the Chief of traffic cops at the Chicago conventions, and the final man weaved the cloth that was used to make diapers! 

I was hesitant to watch The Beulah Show today, because I really was not feeling well. I did want to try and see it though, because Hattie McDaniel was playing Beulah this time. (The actress from Gone With the Wind who was the first African American to win any kind of acting Oscar.) She has a famous quote about playing maids as a black actress: “I'd rather play a maid than be one. Why should I complain about making $700 a week playing a maid? If I didn't, I'd be making $7 a week being one.” I try to remember her attitude, and that makes watching the show easier. (For context, $700 a week would be about $8,000 a week today!) This episode had some funny parts. When the little boy of the family had to return a stray dog he found because his parents wanted no pets, one by one people gave in, feeling bad about it. The mom brought home another dog for him, and his father, not knowing the mom did, brought one home as well. Bill, Beulah’s boyfriend, also brought the little boy a dog. By this point, the boy had found his original dog, and she promptly had 7 puppies! 

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Heart of the Weave (Part 2)

Sequel to my fic Heart of the Weave on Ao3. Must read first fic!

**WARNING: this chapter is NSFW**

Chapter 2

Seeing our friends was a well-needed time, and we got to eat some delicious food! Shadowheart and I will definitely be seeing each other every tenday now, and Astarion will also be coming by to hang out with Gale for some necessary guy-time; they could both use it. 

   Gale has to work tomorrow, so we couldn’t stay super late, but he plans on bringing Jenevelle with him in the baby wrap; the students have been begging to see her. Since he only works four hour days, it isn’t an issue. Neeve starts her first day of daycare tomorrow at the Academy, which Gale and I both agreed would be good for her since it may help her control her magic. Plus Gale told me “I want you to be able to have time for yourself.” Tomorrow, I’ll be able to set up my booth at the markets and sell fruits and vegetables! 

  We make it home finally and after both babies are nursed — yes Neeve still breastfeeds, and I’m trying to wean her — we put them to bed and I start baking Gale’s favorite homemade danishes. 

  “You didn’t have to bake these for me,” he murmurs in my ear as he wraps his arms around me from behind as I bake. “But thank you.”

“You deserve a little treat!” I feel his lips kiss the side of my head, so I turn to face him with bright encouraging eyes and a lively smile. “I love you more than anything the Gods and stars have to offer…besides our kids, I love them just as much.”

“I feel the same way, baby. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: you put the stars to shame.” 

  After the desserts are served and fully devoured within minutes, Gale and I sit on the sofa with full stomachs and a book in our hands. I quickly fall asleep with my head on his shoulder, and I don’t recall ever moving a muscle. In fact, when the run rises, I find myself on the couch still but with my head in Gale’s lap. 

  “Mr. Dekarios! You’ll be late for work if you don’t move your tush!” Tara shouts as she flies on his head, waking him up. I bolt off the couch and get the girls ready while Gale gets dressed, nursing them, changing them, and getting them in matching onesies. 

 “Ma-ma!” Neeve says as she shoves her binki in her mouth. “Goo-gooooo!” I hand her off to Gale after he places Jenevelle in the baby wrap. Her first day of daycare at the Academy… Gods, I hope she will be alright. I throw two bottles in the bag and some diapers, then hand it off to Gale. What will I do with myself while I’m all alone? Then I remembered: the markets. God, I’m so scatterbrained, even without my kids. 

 “Have fun getting some time to yourself today, love. I love you so much,” Gale says as he plants a kiss on my lips, then bolts out the door. I stand here in silence, sighing as I observe the quiet room that surrounds me. I guess I better take advantage of it! 

I decide to clean the house, pick some various fruits and vegetables, and cook a delicious breakfast for myself (and it’s possible I shared a little bit of it with Tara). After doing all of that, there’s still quite a bit of time left to myself, and I’m honestly not sure what to do other than practice my violin. I’ve been slacking heavily on my music ventures. I pick it up from the closet downstairs and blow the dust off, realizing it really has been a long time. I’m ashamed of myself really, but family comes first. I close my eyes as I begin to play, performing the first song that came to mind that I learned as a kid. A Sailor’s Promise, it was called, and my stepfather wrote it for me. Occasionally it gets stuck in my head and it’s a miracle I can still play it on the violin.

After several minutes of playing my instrument, which I hope to continue to do as long as I'm alive, I lie on the sofa and rest my eyes for a few moments to allow myself some peace and quiet before the babies get home. Morena, Gale’s mom, will be coming by for a visit tonight to watch the girls while Gale and I have a lovely date at the fine eatery on the Waterdeep docks, so that will be beyond nice. 

The front door opens and I struggle to open my eyes as he steps inside, Jenevelle asleep in the baby wrap and Neeve asleep in his right arm.

 “Hello, my love. I take it you were asleep?” He chuckles as I stand up to take Neeve from his arm. “The tower looks wonderful, thank you for cleaning. Though I wish you took a whole break to yourself, you need it. Cleaning could've waited.” 

“You know me… I get in a huge rush and once it hits me, I can't stop. I just keep on going.” I smile and hold my sleeping daughter against my chest. “How was her first day?”

“Well…” he hesitates for a moment, trying to find the correct words of how to explain it. “She summoned a tiny frog in the classroom somehow. When she wanted her bottle, she summoned it herself. According to her teacher, she's very gifted but she's most certainly a wild magic sorceress. So we really need to be on our toes.” I hesitate, wondering how that is even possible. Can it be true that one of us has it in our bloodlines somewhere?

“Well, that complicates things. Let's just hope she doesn't do anything to Jenevelle. I'm going to put Neeve down for her nap and get ready for our date. That's so nice of your mother to come and see us so we can see our friends. Kid-free for once.”  Gale and I both head to the girls’ room and place them down for a nap while we get ready for a night ahead with our friends. It will give all four of us a chance to unwind and talk about life. Halsin will be watching Shadowheart and Astarion’s son, so no issues on their end luckily. Gale shuts the door and we quietly tip toe to our bedroom down the hallway, where I immediately strip myself of all my clothing. Gale’s eyes study my bare body as I expose myself to him, and he bites his lip desirably. I stand there for a moment, letting him observe me before I attempt to put on new clothes. Key word: attempt. 

“You know what you're doing,” he teases as he approaches me closer and places his hands on my naked waist. “You beautiful tease…my goddess.” I stare him down seductively with my eager brown eyes that hunger for every inch of him. I brush the brown strands of hair out of his face as he removes himself from his teaching robes. 

“Something about you in those robes does something to me.” My voice is hot and heavy as I observe every inch of his chest, where the fatal orb once had a home in. When we first met, a sexual encounter like this could have killed him if he got too excited. Now, I can have every part of him and we can get as intense as we want. He places his soft lips on my neck, gently  nibbling the skin with his teeth as his hands stroke my breasts. I lean my neck back, exposing more skin so he can kiss every inch of it as he goes lower on my body. 

“On the bed,” Gale growls, his eyes and voice hinting that he wants more. I smile and lay down on the bed, my nude body on top of the maroon comforters waiting for him. “I have a surprise for you.” My heart throbs with anticipation as I watch him stroke my thigh with his hand.

“Wh-what?”

“Spread your legs.” My eyes widen in alignment with my smile as I realize exactly what he means to do. I spread my legs open and he holds them in place, leaning in to press his lips between my inner thighs, kissing me and using a gentle motion with his tongue. My body only squirms a little bit but in the best way as his tongue strokes every inch from top to bottom. 

“Oh fuck,” I moan as he continues, his head buried deep between my thighs. “This is….” I can't even finish my sentence for the pleasure is overtaking my body, and it's so hard to describe the sensation I’m feeling. His hands squeeze my upper thighs as he brings his head back up to the surface, a cheeky grin smeared across his face. 

“How was that, my love?”

“How can you do all that and look me deadass in the eye, saying ‘my love'? Because honestly, I'm about to get riled up again.”

“As if you ever stopped,” he teases and lies next to me, our naked bodies touching intimately. “I have more in store for you later. You'll have to wait.”

“I've waited for you before and I'll do it again.”

“MR. DEKARIOS! YOUR MOTHER IS HERE!” I have never heard Tara be so loud before in the entire time I've known that crazy tressym. Gale and I exchanged a confused glance; she wasn't supposed to arrive until much later. I quickly put on my comfy outfit while Gale slides back into his robes; getting ready can wait. We bolt downstairs, trying not to wake the babies, and there she stands: my beautiful mother in law just waiting, a smile curled on her face as she awaits us. 

“My lovelies…my favorite people. My boy!” Her and Gale exchange a comforting hug, lasting a while, but I can't blame either of them. He leans down to kiss the top of her head. “Oh, how I've missed you so much. Emmy, my beautiful girl!” We exchange hugs as well and she rubs my back gently, bringing a sense of comfort in the embrace. 

“Hello Morena. We missed you dearly, how are you?” I ask, feeling my cheeks become numb from the consistent smiling. This woman brings joy to my heart. 

“Much better than I'm here with you two! Gah, I can't believe it. Emmy, I've been enjoying our tea dates so much. Mind if we have a cup again soon? It's been a little too quiet at home, and I'm in need of some company. Gale, my son, where are my grandbabies?” Gale chuckles and crosses his arms as he smiles at his precious mother, then heads to the kitchen to make her some tea. 

“The babies are asleep, but you'll get plenty of time with them tonight. I promise. One of them is barely walking, can you believe it?” Morena gasps lightly and follows Gale into the kitchen with Tara by her side the entire time. 

“Oh I love them so much. Thank you for giving me such beautiful babies! They're both such unique little girls. A forever baby who looks like her father and acts like her mother, and a young toddler who looks like her mother yet acts like her father. Hilarious!” Gale pours her a teacup of her favorite dandelion tea with honey, and hands it to her as she sits on the sofa. 

“I am going to get ready while you two catch up,” I chime in enthusiastically, kissing Gale on the cheek. Morena touches my shoulder delicately. 

“You won't need to be in there for very long, you already look so put together,” she murmurs, her voice so soft as she looks into my eyes. As I feel her comforting touch, I come to the realization that she really is a mother to me…maybe my new mother. Gale was right; she loves me like her own. 

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Danh Vō (Danish, b. 1975), Mamy Poko Pants Diapers, 2011

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THE TOO GOOD TEN with MADS LANGER

Growing up in the countryside near the small town of Skive, singer, songwriter and musician Mads Langer grew up always knowing he’d be in music. From singing songs at the age of 18 months in his own language to his latest release, “Lightning,” the new dad has been pursuing the dream for a long time now. Through honest, original and disruptive music the Danish singer has been able to be reborn time and time again through his music and continues that creativity as he looks to the release of his upcoming EP, Where Oceans Meet. The boundary pushing message of love is love in “Lightning” serves as a taste of the upcoming EP and contributes to the already 38 million streams and 506k monthly listeners he’s amassed across his career. He takes a break from his world domination to take on the latest Too Good Ten. Check out the full interview below to learn more about the latest release, “Lightning,” how becoming a dad has changed his perspective on life, how he rebounded from getting dropped by his girlfriend and label around the same time and much more.

The Too Good Ten. Ten Questions. One Artist. Too Good.

1. Looking at the beginning of your career – what was it about music that inspired you to pursue a career in it?

MADS LANGER: Expressing myself through music has been a fundamental part of my language for as long as I remember. My parents have recordings of me singing my own songs in my own language when I was 18 months old. I always knew that music was going to be my path in life. It wasn't a decision that I made at a certain time. It was more a realization that I was not gonna be able to pursue any other career even though I’ve always had plenty of other interests. I could have been in politics, in sports, in science and many other things. I could have been a teacher as my parents, my grandparents and my great grandparents were. And then again, none of these career paths were ever up for grabs. Music was and always will be my thing.

2. You got signed and had an album that you ended up describing as “flopped” and had to start over and spent time busking all over Europe. How did you come to the decision to busk in the wake of “starting over?” What did you do to keep your internal mental conversation strong through the hardships that I assume came with traveling around?

ML: I got signed when I had just turned 18. I went straight from living in my parents house, in the countryside of Denmark, to living a life full of pressure and expectations in New York City. That was quite a shocking change of scenery to be honest. Looking back, I was definitely too young at that time. When a major label first wants you it’s the end of the innocence. I had to grow up overnight and try to keep up with that big machine that started dictating how I was gonna live my life. When my first record didn't succeed commercially and I got dropped I think I saw it as an opportunity to do some of the stuff that most of my friends had done after finishing high school. But most of all that whole 6 months of busking in my old van all over Europe was an escape from heartbreak. My first girlfriend had dropped me around the same time that my label dropped me. She fell in love with a really cool guy in Paris who was older than me and he could grow a very impressive beard, hahaha…

As far as keeping my internal mental conversation strong, that's has never been problem at all and as you can imagine I had plenty of stuff to think about, write about and then finally sing about in the streets of all of these beautiful cities that I got to visit on that trip.

3. “Lightning” is the latest release and gives fans the first taste of your upcoming album Where Oceans Meet which is due out October 1st. How did you decide to release this one as the lead single? What was the inspiration behind it?

ML: In many ways, I think “Lightning” is a song that represents that certain place where the oceans meet on my album. “Lightning” is a song about recognition. When I wrote this song, I thought about all those moments in my life where I really felt recognized on a deeper level. When I met my wife. When I looked my newborn daughter in the eyes for the first time. In concerts when my music meets the audience and it feels like we're all getting struck by the same lightning. Those kinds of moments.

CHECK OUT THE FAUSTIX REMIX OF “LIGHTNING” HERE.

4. Speaking of the upcoming album – what’s the meaning behind the album title? How many songs? Any collabs? Is there a song on the album you’re nervous about releasing out to the world?

ML: Where Oceans Meet is a metaphor. The entire album circles around the different contrasts that we all face in our lives. The light, the dark. The head, the heart. Hopes and fears. It’s about loving and longing at the same time. Where Oceans Meet represents the idea of the place where all these contrasts meet and embrace each other.

5. “Lightning” follows up “Hanging With You” which peaked at #1 in Denmark radio. What’s the story behind when you first heard one of your songs on the radio? Does it ever get old?

ML: It never gets old. Every time I listen to the radio, I must admit that I hope that they will play my song. It's the best feeling ever. This might be a little far-fetched, but it's kind of like when you give someone you really care for a present for their birthday. And it's not just any kind of present. It’s a present that you put all your time, thoughts and heart into. And then one day you randomly turn on the TV. Look who's there. Is that special person that you gave the present to. She’s actually wearing that sweater that you spent five years learning how to knit. After endless attempts, you finally managed to knit a sweater that you would give her without being scared that she would think it was a joke. She’s not wearing it because she feels like she has to, because you’re on a date with her. She’s wearing it because she likes it. And she just put it on that day that she randomly got stopped by the tv-station and interviewed in the streets of your hometown. That is close to the feeling I get when I hear my songs on the radio. And no, I have no clue how to knit a sweater, but I like the image.

6. The past year in the pandemic had a lot of its own challenges but it also had some beautiful moments like the drive-in concert you organized in Denmark last May. Why did you feel it necessary to put something like this together during that time? Being the first one to do so, how did you figure out logistics, etc. for the entire event? Anything you would’ve changed about it looking back?

ML: I had just started touring when the pandemic hit us all. I had spent months preparing the show and I was extremely disappointed when I had to turn around the tour bus and go back home after only playing 10 out of 100 shows. I had a couple of weeks where I was feeling really depressed. But then I decided to see if I could turn this whole thing into some sort of an adventure. I made a list of stuff I wanted to do. On that list I had drive-in concerts for some reason. I know a couple guys who are really good at putting together big events that include live music, so we talked about how we could make this happen. All credit to them for putting logistics together. I just played the shows. I had no idea that I would be the first one in the world to do a drive in concert. But it was really fun and I would not change a thing. In my shows, everyone was on the same video conference call. I loved that because I could talk to the people in the cars in between the songs. The people in their cars requested what songs of mine that they wanted to hear. And often they had really personal stories to the songs that I never heard before. So that was something that I will never forget.

7. The past year also brought about a new baby for you – congrats! What’s been the most surprising thing about having a baby that you might not have known before?

ML: Thank you so much. Yeah, that's truly a life changing event. My little daughter is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I'm so grateful that I got to receive a little soul with my wife. Even though it has happened billions and billions of times already it still feels like a miracle. I think the biggest surprise is the fact that your whole perspective changes in the blink of an eye. She is now the single most important thing in my life. I thought that would be something that would happen gradually, but for me it really happened at the moment that she was born.

8. What do you hope to accomplish with your music in the future that you may feel you have not done already? Have any of those goals or aspirations shifted with the new addition to the family?

ML: I really hope that people will recognize themselves in my songs. Obviously, the goal is that my songs will travel and become part of people's lives in new territories. I have spent so much time in the US since I moved away from home. I lived in New York City and in Los Angeles and I spend at least three or four months a year in the US working with all the talented people that I have met over the years. Building an audience in the US is a huge dream of mine. Hopefully this album will help introducing me to people all over America.

9. If you could only listen to (5) artists for the rest of your life, who would they be?

ML: 

The Beatles

Pink Floyd

Keith Jarrett

Mozart

Radiohead

10. What’s the rest of 2021 and beyond look like for Mads Langer?

ML: My album comes out in October. That is obviously a huge event in my life, and it looks like I'm going to be very busy talking about the album and singing the songs from it in many different places all over the world. Apart from that I will be changing diapers on my newborn daughter. Kissing my wife. Learning Chinese and writing my first score for a movie that comes out in 2022.

A HUGE shout-out to the talented Mads Langer for hanging for this latest Too Good Ten interview. Keep up to date with everything he has going on by following the links below and be sure to be on the look out for his latest EP, Where Oceans Meet due out October 1st. 

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