#discipline kids

[madmanwonder]

(prompt, crossover, danganronpa x discipline, if they had a kid) Makoto Naegi and Leona Morimoto have a kid.

Name: Aran Naegi-Morimoto

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Aran is taller than both of his parents. Has the same facial shape as his mother but also has father hair color and eyes. Has a slender, athletic build.

Personality: Kind, Optimistic, Cheerful, Charming, and Suave

Special Talents: High Business Mangament Skills, Indomitable Will, High IQ, Pure Soul

Who they like better: His Father

Who they take after more: His Father

Personal Headcanon: Aran while he love his mother do have strained relationship with her due to her past behaviors and how often she tried to mold him into being someone else.

Face Claim: N/A

[temeyes]

dilf gaz? dilf gaz.

[egophiliac]

this is basically what happened, right?

(these guys are very lucky that everyone at NRC 1) has the combined intelligence of a sack of bricks, and 2) is easily distracted by shiny things.)

[yayakoishii]

he's like a parent or smth, driving the kids back home on his flying bus?van?car? thingy 😭

I guess next chapter we will know the fate of the scala... I'm not ready to lose Mephisto 😔 I will miss him so much, but I'm also excited to see everyone from back home! Sullivan and Opera and Kalego and Balam and the abnormal class, all of them 🥹

[stewykablooey]

i hate this fucking show why does it looks like he’s being yelled at. he looks like he’s being yelled at when actually his best friend is begging him to talk to him. mr kendall roy. its both the shame of the grip logan has on him right now the shame of the humiliation logan is putting him through right now and also the. its the love. the love is violence. mr kendall roy thinks the love is violence!!

[crybaby-bkg]

new dad Bakugou who’s going back to work full time almost a full year after his daughter his born and he now has to grapple with the fact that….goddamn, he’s spoiled the shit outta her.

well, he doesn’t think it was spoiling her. in actuality, he just created a routine with her, gave her every bit of his attention, held her when she cried, scolded her (yes just at eight months) whenever she’d babble for more puffs even though she’s had enough already. it wasn’t spoiling, it wasn’t. he vowed to never be that dad, to raise a snot nosed brat, one similar to himself.

but here he is, on a Tuesday morning three weeks after her first birthday. he’s standing halfway between the front door and the living room in full uniform, with his still sleepy baby and her even sleepier mama. she’s gripping his neck like he promised to abandon her, wailing and crying so loud and dramatically, that you can’t help but chuckle at her antics and how he wavers ever so slightly.

“You promised you’d go back to work,” you scold him gently, rubbing at your daughters quivering back when she whines again the moment he acts like he’s gonna pull her off. Bakugou frowns at you, and you shrug, smoothing her unruly blond curls away from her sticky forehead.

“But you guys need me.” He pouts, eyebrows downturned as he pulls her away enough to wipe at her wet face. she blubbers again, whimpering out a small dadaaaa noooo, that absolutely breaks his heart.

“And so does the world.” You smile at him, gently pulling your daughter away from the matching glassy red eyes who watch her go. “We’ll be fine, my love. Promise.”

Bakugou looks unconvinced, especially since your daughter reaches for him with another cry of his name. you don’t say anything when he sniffles discreetly, quickly reaching down to the coffee table to snatch up his utility belt that he dropped when she waddled out of her room in tears. he snaps it on wordlessly, and you go to turn to the kitchen when he wraps you both up in his arms.

“Love you,” he whispers against your forehead before pecking it, leaning down to kiss your lips next, and then your daughter’s fat little cheeks. He whispers another love you to her, and wipes away at her rosy cheeks when she pouts at him.

“Rub you.” your daughter pouts, the both of you freezing in shock.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, grinning. “She said I love you back!” Bakugou matches your grin, laughing under his breath as he presses another torrent of kisses all of her face. for the first time since she’s opened her eyes today, she laughs, loud and joyous and familiar. he thinks that maybe going back in today won’t be so bad after all. not if this is what he’ll be coming home to.

[yourcousin-vinny]

if we go with the idea that kallus grew up as a latchkey kid in the lower levels of coruscant and had to scrounge and make do until he got into the academy, you bet your ass he loved the military school routine. the routine was exhilarating. making lists and plans and being able to complete them? reliable daily schedules and meals? reliable rewards and consequences? addicting. he didn't have that kind of stability or time horizon growing up, so when he gets a routine he revels in it. he can plan for a future now.

of course, under the empire that means he (and everyone around him) subsumes himself to the routines and wills of the imperial machine. but at least he knows what to expect, even when it's terrible, even when it goes against what he fundamentally believes. and once he knows what to expect, he knows how he can subvert it as fulcrum. (imperial regularity is good for many things, including monitoring guard shift changes and tracking an admiral's meal times.)

as fulcrum though, that time horizon shrinks again. he doesn't expect to live beyond it, so what routine remains is a talisman he clings to. maybe that's how thrawn finally catches him: his irregular actions to throw people off his trail became too regular.

in the rebellion, newly defected, the freedom from such strict routines is overwhelming. some defectors go the ice-cream-for-breakfast route (or, like sabine, a clearly visible break from the empire's enforced conformity), but others don't know what to do with themselves. kallus throws himself into what he knows and what he misses: the work routine. input, output. task, complete.

the rebellion has a routine too, but in the way live theatre has a routine. there isn't always a closing bell; sometimes you hurry up and wait for six hours and then aren't off your feet for the next twelve. there are tasks and protocols, but you gotta be ready to adapt at any moment to what reality throws at you. (the empire rarely-if-ever had to adapt to what the rest of the galaxy threw at it because it was the rest of the galaxy.) there's a level of chaos that kallus is capable of handling, but that chaos is every day now. meals happen when he can get them, same with sleep, because the work routine he tries to set keeps getting broken. he never had to set a work-life balance before because it was either all life (all survival) or all work (and the empire tells you when to eat and sleep). the routines were always set for him.

so yes, kallus is infinitely glad he defected and yes, he is infinitely grateful to the ghost for taking him in, but little gods, how does anything get done?!

I think the first personal boundaries kallus sets that are his alone, not dictated by a higher institution, are about when the spectres are allowed to bother him (see: pester him to drink water and drag him to the tapcafe for a break) and when they need to leave him to his duty. it's nowhere near the routine that shaped him, and that's a good thing, but he does need some things to set his chrono by. he wakes at 0500; returns from a run by 0540; first cup of caf in yavin's pre-dawn light at 0610; draven enters intelligence at 0619. the rest of the day could be anything else, but these 4 are fairly consistent.

at some point he realizes that the time horizon he has now, in this life where very few things are guaranteed, is based less on when the mission is over or when the war is over and more on when he gets his next meal or sparring session with zeb or his next drink with rex or his next meeting with cassian. because all this work he does is for these people, and if they aren't in his future then it isn't worth it.

[bruciemilf]

I think Oscar Isaac should play Harvey Dent because then we'll get Damian bullying him for being short. Meanwhile Jason, 6'5 combat machine, immediately hides behind Bruce when he sees him

[quirkle2]

[zombie au] finally a full colored piece of the gang (and also a fun b&w version)

[solargeist]

Xelqua’s eyes being purple when he’s throwing a tantrum, almost like he wants to intimidate Grian, but Grian’s eyes shine purple right back at him when he tells him "I said no."

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Being autistic is waking up in the middle of the night as a full grown adult, suddenly realising that a long discussion your 2nd grade teacher had with you before separating you from the rest of the class for the rest of the day was supposed to be a punishment for something and not just a Random Event That Happened For No Reason

[art-from-within]

[The Lord of Blood meets Lord of Blood the battlefield]

“Wrong palace, Godfrey.”

“No no. I am exactly where I came for.”

(headcanon) Part 1 Part2

Without the Lighting, i think it helps better appreciate the details on Mohg and Hoarah. Also godfrey may have awakened something in me

[annabelle--cane]

the lost boys thoughts: very enjoyable watch, kinda stopped being about anything theme-wise halfway through, felt like every scene was written sequentially without much revision. no onscreen biting in this R-rated vampire movie, the only blood drinking was from a bottle, which is an interesting choice given that it didn't skimp out on the violence for the final sequence of deaths. the vampirism itself was surprisingly unsexy, it has some thrilling appeal in the initial daredevil scenes but then it very much turns into A Curse To Be Gotten Rid Of; there is a hot girl love interest, but she's already a vampire and therefore just the object of regular lust instead of bloodlust.

[bumblingbabooshka]

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[noballoonsinspace]

Just saw someone defend an abusive teacher by saying “pretty sure you wouldn’t get into teaching if you didn’t specifically care about children and want to help them” and while this may be true it is dangerously dismissive of the fact that many adults have quite frankly very fucked up ideas of what is helpful to children

[local-maenad]

This is so silly but please hear me out. Ok so Arthur Aguefort offers Gorgug a position at the academy as a professor once he graduates. So to give him a head start and to see if he likes it, they kinda sorta give him this “project”.

The project being teaching The Rat Grinders about team building and adventuring. Ofc all The Bad Kids are involved but mostly just to help their friend out. Idk this is honestly mostly about The Rat Grinders and their path to redemption and what not. I just love Gorgug tbh