#fun song for children

[professionalchaoticdumbass]

(2012 minecraft parody voice) I am mining... there are no blocks of sand.... you are digging down with me.... hand in unbreakable hand... and I hope we mine.... I hope we both mine.......

[monicascot]

أغنية بيتزا بدون ايقاع | قناة مرح كي جي - Marah KG

A fun song for children, in which Amor, Lulu and the child prepare a delicious pizza and enjoy a fun pizza party

[iwantofall]

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?

[starry-bi-sky]

childhood friends au danny is submissive the same way a dog wearing a muzzle is submissive, send tweet.

[soupforsoup]

I don't debate who would've won when Terry was about to throw hands with Robby at the S4 AVT, because the image of The Terry Silver consistently feeling threatened enough by this three apples tall ball of childhood neglect and anger issues, to treat him the same as his main adult enemies (squaring up, making a point of laughing him off like "look how not threatened I am by you") is too hilarious to be a practical question.

In the story of Terry Silver, his biggest adversaries are a middle-aged New Jersey-Italian twunk, a barely functioning alcoholic, his own repressed homosexuality, a man who would rather go on a revenge quest on another continent for his old twink fling than confess his feelings for a woman, and a Literal Teenage Boy

[awkwardpossum0]

Still thinking about that time I was playing with @raycatz

[fictionadventurer]

Well, I didn't get any writing done, but I did watch the Wiggles documentary.

[seagull-scribbles]

We would try to do it Santa but-

[angrybatart]

Something I decided was in NEED of drawing/concepting tonight at work: Season of the Unknown.

(Only name I could think of for a Over the Garden Wall themed season. PLEASE let me know if it's already taken!)

From Greg, you get: an emote (not sure what he'd teach you; he has SOOOO many expressions), the teapot hat for his elephant costume, Rock Facts Rock (probably just a decorative prop), frog plush (sits on your Sky Kid's head instead of back when not in use, and makes a OtGW frog croak/sound when hugged instead of a squeak), his overalls (sorry; shoes are not separate), and, I was thinking, a music sheet for one of his songs. Hard to pick between Potatoes and Molasses and Adelaide's House Parade.

[gatzbright]

tell me our story

dnf fic, 2k, one shot, rated m [established relationship, fluff, talk of the future and children]

George closes the door softly and leans back against the soundproof padding. Upbeat tones fill the air, resembling the beat he’d felt earlier, and Dream’s recorded voice follows. It’s twenty-thirty-six, I’ll probably have some kids, I’ll teach them not to do the same stupid shit I did … George stops breathing.

[Or, George hears Dream's new lyrics and it starts a conversation they were both longing for.]

[salvadorbonaparte]

Classic German Children's Songs

Maybe you're learning German, maybe you're doing research for god knows what, but here is a list of some classic German children's songs and nursery rhymes

Alle meine Entchen

Alle Vögel sind schon da

Auf der Mauer, auf der Lauer

Brüderchen komm tanz mit mir

Das Wandern ist des Müllers Lust (for hiking/rambling)

Der Kuckuck und der Esel

Der Mond ist aufgegangen

Ein Männlein steht im Walde

Ein Vogel wollte Hochzeit machen

Es klappert die Mühle am rauschenden Bach

Fuchs du hast die Gans gestohlen

Grün sind alle meine Kleider

Guten Abend Gute Nacht

Hänschen Klein

Hejo, spann den Wagen an

Ich geh mit meiner Laterne ( for St Martin's Day)

Im Frühtau zu Berge (for hiking/rambling)

Kein schöner Land

Laterne, Laterne (for St Martin's Day)

Matten, Matten Meeren (for St Martin's Day)

Was müssen das für Bäume sein

Weißt du wieviel Sternlein stehen

Wer will fleißige Handwerker sehn

Bonus: for modern classics check out Rolf Zuckowsi and Gerhard Schöne

[melbourneskybourne]

I like this song 🎧😎👍

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

(ao3)

The worst thing, Bad knows, is the way that nothing changes. 

The clouds move slow across the sky, gentle giants on an eternal trek. The waters dance with fish; the brooks burble and sing. Grass grows. Sheep eat. Grass regrows. 

On, and on, and on, and on. 

Bad breathes in, slow, and holds it. 

It’s enough to go mad over. To become enraged for. To rip everything down just so that everything can match the- the keening lack in his heart. Grass grows. Grass has always grown. There is nothing that could ever stop grass from growing. 

His hands are curled into the ground at his sides. He clutches handfuls of the wretched plant and pulls, almost gently, and doesn’t snap a single blade.

He exhales, slow, and doesn’t inhale again. What point is there? He’s alone. No one will know whether or not he needs to breathe. He’s been alone before- days that Dapper doesn’t wake up, days where the other eggs are with their other parents. Days where he falls asleep in his chair and the ghosts are left to amuse themselves. He’s been alone before. 

He’s lost before. 

There is a sob in his throat. He refuses to let it out. It chokes him, and he takes another deep breath to try to settle it. 

There’s always- he misses Skeppy. Of course he misses Skeppy. He can’t lose Skeppy, but Skeppy isn’t here.

Dapper isn’t here. Pomme isn’t here. Richarlyson. Leo. Ramon. Chayanne. Tallulah. They’re-

Bad tears the grass out of the ground. He stares at his hands, dark claws curled around torn green plant. He tries to imagine the grass is white fur instead, but he can’t find the enthusiasm. That’s okay. The anger will be back later. 

He just- he can’t feel much beyond the loss, right now. The lack. The empty, quiet island where sheep eat grass and clouds keep moving and no eggs place any signs at all. That’s not okay, but he knows that, at least, will change. That’s how grief works. The world ends, and you end with it, and while you claw yourself up from the rubble the world ends again and sends you back under, and then again, and then again, but by the third go around you know what the tremors look like. You start to predict where it hurts the most. Then the world keeps ending but the ending just becomes a part of your world, and sometimes everything shakes but you shake with it and it’s not okay but it’s better. You get so used to the shaking that sometimes you forget that your world ever ended at all. 

How long will it take for him to forget them? 

Bad leans forwards, slowly, until he slumps into a miserable little puddle of limbs. He presses his cheek into the cool grass and when the sob rises up again he bites it back with teeth. The sun is blocked by a sombrero, now fallen awkwardly over his face, that Foolish had cheerfully placed on his head hours before. Bad doesn’t know why Foolish had put it there- except he does, and he’d seen it in the in the slightest tremor of Foolish’s smile, and so he’d kept it on. 

He can’t see them, but he can hear them laughing. Mouse, Jaiden, and Foolish, just around the corner. There have been so many people ‘just around the corner’ today. They’re so loud. They’re not the right type of loud. He feels guilty for the way that they’re comforting him, that he’s taking up their time, and then he feels angry that he feels guilty because he remembers the cage, and he knows what he really means to them, and-

They’re still here. The eggs are gone, and they’re still here. 

Forever isn’t here. 

Forever hasn’t given him a gift basket yet. 

…

…It doesn’t work. It’s a close thing, though- there’s a flicker of irritation at the thought of Forever’s awful, handsome face. Not anger, not nearly enough emotion to fill the void that is Bad’s heart, but maybe it could be. He’ll try again tomorrow. Isn’t that fun? Isn’t that something? There’s so much emotion he can’t feel any of it at all. 

Maybe it’s a bad dream. There were no remains. There was just Dapper’s top hat, and Pomme’s beret. No shell, no dead eggs. No eggs. It’s driving him mad, the maybe-yes maybe-no nature of his children’s fate.

He thinks, maybe, that tomorrow he will build a drill. 

Today, the world is dark beneath the sombrero, and the grass is scratchy and full of small twigs. Foolish laughs once, too loud. Automatically, Bad pushes himself up, because he knows Foolish, and knows how long he’s been away from the group, and he feels sick. He fumbles for his warpstone and- Foolish’s head pops around the corner- Bad freezes. Too late. 

Foolish looks at him, grin bright and neverending. Bad looks back. He can’t bring himself to say anything- he drops the sombrero at their feet. 

Foolish’s smile fades. Bad activates his warpstone again and, though the particles, he sees Foolish give him a sharp, left-handed salute. Bad can’t bite back his little laugh; Foolish knows him, too.

And then Foolish is gone. The world is purple. Then the world ends, once again, in Bad’s home. All of Dapper’s machines have stopped. Echoing noise to almost-echoing silence. Ah. Right. None of the island’s machines are working correctly. Bad will have to make a smaller drill. But he will build his drill, and he will dig, and he will find his son. 

“Dapper?” he calls, his voice cracking. The sound echoes. Only the animals answer back- they’re the only thing that stops the base from being completely silent. Grass grows. Sheep eat. Grass regrows. There’s so many animals here. What good company. It occurs to Bad, suddenly, that they’re good company. Dapper is gone, and his animals are still here, and Bad- 

He won’t kill Dapper’s pets. He is suddenly holding his scythe and he won’t hurt his son’s pets because he can’t trade them for his son and there’s a special sort of heartache to the fact that his son left behind instructions to machines that don’t work and so many animals that can’t keep Bad company the way Dapper kept him company and Bad- 

He’s holding his scythe. He’s holding the Sunshine Protector. He tries to take a breath but it comes out stuttery and he bites his tongue and. Dapper was-is always so sweet. He made Bonnie to keep Bad company, and Bad is always haunted by little ghosts but now most of all he is haunted by the love of his son. 

“Where are you?” His voice cracks on the third word. He stumbles to Dapper’s room and doesn’t think about the fact that they never got to build one for Pomme.  

The hole in his heart could swallow an island. 

Please don’t take- 

The scythe gets left outside. Bad can’t bear to look at it. Protector. There is a secure door in front of him that keeps nothing secure because now there is nothing to protect and Bad- 

-my sunshine away. 

He falls to his knees next to the empty bed. He chokes out, “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, Dapper.”

When the sob rises again, he lets it.

[angrybatgaming]

Yeehaw! New Sky OC unlocked! Don't have a name for him yet. Will draw him whenever I can get around to it! (Still got a bit of burnout.)

Attempting to play The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly theme. Would sound WAY BETTER if there was a whistling emote. And no, I don't mean the one from Season of the Nine-Colored Deer. I mean as in actually whistling tunes.

[quantomeno]

I'm playing Nine Hours, Nine Persons, Nine Doors (for the second time, I got one of the bad endings first) and I'm (again) struck by the thought that the Ninth Man looks like Randy Feltface:

It's mostly just the eyes

[i-am-just-a-skeleton]

for the past few days i've had the same few lines of Strange Frontier by roger taylor stuck in my head, which is mostly fine except for those lines being, y'know, the ones about an ever present threat of nuclear annihilation, and the fact that i often switch between humming the melody and singing the words quite at random. so i'll just be sitting here, absently humming to myself, and then "but there's nowhere you can run" *back to humming again*