#healthy households

[fairycosmos]

feels so childish to harbour so much anger towards my parents as a grown adult especially when it's diluted by the love i feel for them but god. im still so pissed and i think i always will be

[kaysdenofchaos]

Just had an awful angst idea for TMMT Mikey and Leo based on a tiktok audio

Leo’s the epitome of feminine rage and I will be extorting the fuck out of it/aff

[mommyesque]

Elena Lorca and Lucia Lorca screenshots from today's episode to heal your preschool loner kid trauma

[shouts-into-the-void]

I really hope that this is a genuine friendship, and not another one of Annabel Lee's games, because I really do think this is good for her.

[uselesstaroth]

Look at Surge's muzzle in Impostor Syndrome 1

Then during her spree with the Dynamo Cage

For comparison, Sonic:

Now look at it in IDW 67

Before 67, it's closer to a gray.

Now that Starline is gone and they've been left to themselves for days if not weeks, it's looking healthier

There's no version of this where they're better off with him

[fortunatefires]

Also if you compare Hermione to a character like Annabeth functionally they have the same role within the story. They are there to drive the plot and be a walking encyclopedia for the reader/main character. And yet where Hermione gets shoved aside and all the cool shit she does happens in the background you get Annabeth doing badass shit right up front. Like, if Annabeth did any of the shit Hermione did it wouldn't be brushed off the way it was. If Annabeth made her family forget her, turned someone into a bug and trapped them in a jar, knitted hats to free elves, any of that shit then Percy would be beside her 100% he would be in awe and absolutely terrified at her power and dedication. But what we get from Harry basically amounts to "Thanks nerd. Anyways, what's my next task?"

[sojutrait]

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

all of their sentiments already LORD 🗿🗿🗿🗿

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

thinkin about... Bill's parents

[subparcarrion]

okay, so I know there’s nothing in cannon to suggest it, but Tim having a single parent is a headcannon so dear to me. I have no reason for it either, something about him just sets off my “child of potentially difficult circumstances” alarm. There’s no way in hell that man has those nuclear family dynamics going on.

[computercreature]

the fact that both times we see izutsumi's time at the sideshow it's her being fed WAAAAAAAA

[id one: izutsumi as a child sitting on the floor of a cage and eating a rat.

id two: she's now framed behind bars and standing on all fours, making it more clear how skinny she is. a hand in the foreground holds out a bowl of what appears to be kibble. narration says "thrown in a cage and given food every once in a while... is that what you would call 'being raised'?" end id]

[thalassic-p4rk]

My catsona! It is 1am I do not have energy to elaborate further rn. I get up for work in like 5 hours.

Ngl I have no clue what this looks like my vision went out when I started the background 2 hours ago. I am heavily relying autocorrect rn I cannot see for shit.

Inspired by this bitch <3:

[stellawolfearts]

Yo. i don't post much actual content lately ik. this entire year has been. rough.

aaannnddd its only gonna get worse. So I wont have the energy or the time to tend to this blog for a while. dependson how shit goes but max will likely be a month.

So i guess it counts as a haitus. i will be coming back, with a new tablet too, just gonna take me a bit. So untill then, byyyyeee~ see you guys later <3

Edit 8/25: Stella can't keep his mouth shut. So semi-haitus.

[smallestapplin]

I got you.

Have some family fic. Arthur is my oc as submas's dad, and Ingo and Emmet are around 16 in this

Cw : mentions of underage drinking(please do not, I do not condone or recommend.)

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Being a single dad is tough but nothing Arthur couldn't handle, he loves his sons and knows he did well when his eldest came to him that morning.

"Hey Dad, some friends asked if me and Emmet could go to a party at their house tonight, would it be okay if we did?"

Arthur pats the teen's head, "Sure bud, just be safe, okay? You call me if needed, alright? Keep me posted."

Ingo huffs, playfully smacking his dad's hand off his head.

"Sure. Thank you!"

The eldest runs off, and faintly the older man can hear his youngest cheer at the news. He made sure they packed everything they needed, phones, house keys, and wallets, once everything was checked, he gave them both a hug and watched them leave.

Even now when he knows they'll come back home, he still feels a twinge and sadness knowing he'll be an empty nester soon.

Around ten at night, he checks his phone one last time to see if Ingo or Emmet had sent anything, still nothing it seems.

He's sure his sons are fine, but there is still that small voice in the back of his head telling him something is wrong. Arthur sighs, taking a deep breath, only looking at his side when his herdier nudges him.

"I know, pepper. They are strong boys..." the worry was eating at him.

It's not uncommon for his boys to want to spend the night at a friend's house or go out, but he still worries. He's glad they have each other but it's the whole reason he bought them phones in the first place, he knows they will use it but still.

He just hopes everything is okay.

He moves his covers and lays down, turning the lamp off. Before he sleeps for the night he turns his phone's volume up and keeps it close to his head.

Those ease him a little, just enough to fall asleep.

He woke with a start, grey eyes snapping open to the obnoxious ringtone he set for his eldest.

Blurry vision barely catches the time.

2:47 am

He answers it without a thought, though his face is still in his pillow.

"Ingo?" His voice was muffled by the plush pillow and thick with sleep.

He sits up with speed when he hears sniffling on the other end.

"Ingo, are you okay? Is Emmet with you?"

The Pokémon sleeping around him begin to stir at his quick movement.

"I...I know you said not to drink. B-but our friends-hic- friends took us to a different party and we had some, but they left us and- Dad, please come get us."

The fear dripping in the young boy's voice had Arthur up, slippers on, and speeding down the hallway and out the front door before he could finish.

"Alright, tell me where you are I'm on my way. Don't hang up, stay on the line with me."

He's in his car before his son even gives him a location.

Arthur is relieved the house isn't too far from where he is, ten minutes by car. The adrenaline in his veins kept him awake, though he might've broken a few traffic laws in the process, but he didn't care. His car nearly screeches to a halt in front of the house.

"I'm outside, do you feel safe enough to come to the car or do you want me to come in and get you two." He already had his seatbelt off and one foot out of the car.

"We can come."

Arthur stands outside the strange house and can finally breathe when his sons walk out, the two looking towards the ground looking guilty and afraid, tears welling up in their eyes.

Once close enough their father grabs them, wrapping them both in a tight hug.

"By Arceus I was worried. Are you two okay? Anyone hurt?" He looks them over, his stoic face breaking into concern.

They merely shake their heads not wanting to talk. He moves from them, letting them hop in the car so he can drive them home. The ride back home is silent, even as Arthur tries to ask if they are okay or if anything happened.

It eats him alive the sad look in Ingo's eyes or the guilt-ridden look in Emmet's.

Once home, they show their full feelings, once the front door shut the two cling to their father's sleep shirt, softly crying.

His arms are quick to be around them, hugging them tightly as he gently shushes them. He can't make out what they are saying, but he can occasionally hear 'sorry's coming from them.

"Shhh shhh it's okay, I'm here, I'll always be here. I got you." His heart breaks seeing his sons so afraid.

He doesn't know how long they stayed like this but it was enough for them to cry themselves to sleep. Arthur carries them both to their separate bedroom, taking their shoes off before tucking the boys into bed.

He goes to the kitchen grabs their favorite cups which he fills with some water, grabs some pain relievers from the cabinets, and some salty crackers, placing one of each on each boy's nightstand before going back to bed himself.

The adrenaline rush turns into a crash and he finds himself passing out the moment his head hits his pillow.

Tragically, he wakes up like clockwork around 6 am, he didn't get a good night's sleep after everything, but he still gets up.

No matter how groggy he is.

He's thankful it's Sunday or else his boys would have to go to school with hangovers, that thought leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but what's done is done.

He quietly makes his way to the kitchen, loading up his coffee maker as he prepares some breakfast.

Slowly but surely the smell of bacon wakes the twins, looking towards their respective nightstands they see what their father had left them.

Emmet takes his quickly, the headache he has is not kind and he wants it over.

Ingo hesitates, he broke rules, doesn't that mean he broke Dad's trust? He doesn't deserve to feel better after that, but he caves as his head throbs in pain.

He's the first to take a quick shower while Emmet brushes his teeth, the twins feeling awful after last night and just want to feel better.

After drying off and getting changed the two slowly make their way into the kitchen, where they see their dad finishing up a third plate.

"Your breakfast is ready. You two need to eat."

The plates consist of two eggs, some bacon, a pancake (two in Emmet's case), and some biscuits.

They slowly take their plates but Arthur also points to the stove.

"Made some tea too, Chamomile."

"Thank you, dad."

"Thanks pops."

They both spoke weakly, grabbing a cup too before heading to the dining table. Arthur follows shortly after cleaning up a bit.

He looks at them and notices they are just picking at their food.

"You know, I'm not mad at either of you."

They snap their heads towards him, their silver hair messing up at the speed.

He chuckles softly.

"You two had me so worried, I was scared something worse had happened, I'm just happy y'all called me."

He blinks as Ingo's frown wavers.

"We are sorry, we will never do that again! It was awful. We were going to stay with our friends like usual, but sometime later one of their friends was through a bigger party and said we should join."

"Ingo said no. It's my fault." Emmet interrupts his brother, his smile shaking as tears fill his eyes.

"No! It's both of our faults, we didn't want to look cowardly. And then the drinks got involved and- and-"

Arthur holds his hand up, stopping Ingo in his ramble.

"Thank you for being honest with me. And while I get it, I never want you two to do that again, please, my old heart can't take it." He lightly jests at the end.

"You're my sons, I love you both more than I could explain. You scared me, but I want you to know you can call me for anything and I'll be right there, got it?"

By the end of his little speech, his sons are silently crying but not rapidly.

"Good. Now eat, you two need the energy."

A lopsided smile makes its way to his face, watching them devour the meal he made them.

He's a proud dad indeed.

He runs his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair.

He can feel he's going to go greyer faster at this rate, but for his sons, it's worth it, as long as they are safe.

[pixelated-glitter]

"are you as touch starved as ruth?" fuck dude idk probably

[confused-stars]

as someone who was raised in a very environmentally conscious household, one of the hardest things about learning to navigate my disabilities has been accepting that...

sometimes you have to put your own well-being before the environment.

it's fine to buy pre-packaged foods if you're unable to cook for yourself for any reason, and the alternative would just be... not eating. it's fine to run the dishwasher twice if you can't do dishes by hand and they're stacking up to the ceiling. it's fine to not separate all your trash if you're overwhelmed by the sheer amount that's accumulated. it's fine to use any kind of plastic product if it's the most accessible option for you.

i feel guilty about doing all of this stuff on the regular, even though i know that abled standards shouldn't be applied to me

[shhh-secret-time]

Listen, listen, I'm not complaining AT ALL but why did you draw Kenny so buff!? I wanna bite his arms.

Really he looks soooooo good though! I can't wait to see Stan!

Haha I'm glad you enjoyed it! Um so I learned how to draw from comic books mostly? Especially male anatomy so I've got a nasty habit of drawing big muscles?

I think I've broken that habit for the most part but it looks like it came out a little with Ken.

But to be fair, I think Kenny would secretly be that buff once he started eating properly! If he's running around as a superhero, messing with cars, and lifting heavy things all day I'm sure he's bound to get muscle. I like to think he hides most of it under his parka though, helps hide his identity.

In my Soulmate AU no one knows he's Mysterion. I think maybe Professor Timmy knows, and Karen eventually but that's because she's not an idiot and lives with the goober.

The other way I justify it is his power. I noted in the headcanons that his body reverts back to the moment he got his Soul Synergy. It appeared in his late 20s. So he's at his peak, properly fed, running around as Mysterion. Now whenever he dies he just wakes up at that peak! Another reason he wears the parka is to hide that fact!

Dudes running around like discount Steve Rogers still acting like normal Kenny!

Hey thanks for the ask it was a lot of fun! I love when people pick my brain over the Soulmate AU! And don't you worry! Stan is next, I'm actually really excited to start his sketch!