#innocent child

[kaipersonlol]

my favorite part of my hazbin au is how innocent alastor is. someone could put her life in danger and shed just smile widely and try to get them to stay at the hotel. while panicking internally.

meanwhile husk is in the background like, "WHAT THE FUCK AL? HE HAS A GUN POINTED AT YOUR FUCKING HEAD?!"

and the faint wheezing laugh of angel can be heard. just another day in hell!

[petejj]

what am I seeking?

Something I'm keeping

What am I hiding?

Something so binding blinding

[rightnewshindi]

किडनैपर के साथ लिपट कर रोने लगा मासूम बच्चा, आरोपी की आंखों से भी छलक  पड़े आंसू; जानें पूरा मामला

Rajasthan News: राजस्थान की राजधानी जयपुर में पुलिस ने करीब 14 महीने पहले अगवा किए हुए बच्चे को बरामद कर लिया जिसके बाद अनोखा नजारा देखने को मिला. मासूम किडनैपर से ही लिपट कर जोर-जोर से रोने लगा जिसके बाद आरोपी के भी आंखों से आंसू छलक पड़े. दरअसल जयपुर के पुलिस थाने से भावुक कर देने वाला वीडियो सामने आया है, जिसमें एक मासूम किडनैपिंग के आरोपी से लिपटकर जोर-जोर से रो रहा है, बच्चा उसे छोड़ने को…

[aliencatwafers]

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[crazycatguydragon]

I've got insomnia, and I hate it. It's currently 4:30AM, and I haven't slept at all!

Anyway, heres a picture I took a few days ago of my precious little cat Cinnabun.

She is my little baby, and I love her so much that anything ever happened to her, so many more things will be added to the Geneva convention that it will make Canada look like an innocent child

[redysetdare]

Even if an asexual does find sex to be gross that still doesn't give you the right to infantalize them.

[the-great-papyru]

i think the thing a lot of papyrus takes get wrong is that they forget that, among other things, papyrus is funny. in my experience writing papyrus, i often find the most funny line is the most in-character one. an unfunny papyrus doesn’t ever feel like an accurate papyrus to me. it’s more than part of the game, it’s part of his character. and disregarding that is what messes up a lot of otherwise good impressions of him.

[rubydubydoo122]

I’m just gonna say this, the main reason people don’t like Damian Wayne as a character is the same reason people didn’t like Jason Todd back in the 80s

People don’t like either of them because their favorite Robin (Tim Drake and Dick Grayson) got replaced by them.

Damian and Jason are both really interesting and complex character, objectively more complex than both Tim and Dick, but some people (cough, obnoxious Tim fans, cough, and Dick fans who over sexualize him, cough) don’t see that and just want their little blorbos to never grow into their own character apart from Batman.

[n-i-m-u-e]

[kiwiaok]

I love that kevin grieved riko. like, of course, he did. don’t people say that grief is the final form of love? and kevin did love him, I think. he loved him once, before, and he loved him after, still. loved him in a way a kicked dog still loves its owner, because even with face twisted in anger and palms shaking from violence that owner is still the same person that gave it a home once. he grieved him because when someone suddenly becomes undeserving of your love– does it ever leave? that love? or does it grow its own legs and continue to wander this world without regard for the validity of its existence

of course kevin grieved. the aftertaste of his love for riko was still fresh on his tongue

[samwinchesterstan]

sorry but what show are these people watching .

[halyasgirl]

Villain.

Villain / Hero

Runaan, a villain and hero I very much hope to see this season.

[lomlompurim]

Saying that shen jiu's abuse of luo binghe is "not necessarily evil" because abusing others can be a "cry for help" is surely a take....a very awful take. Yes he needed therapy, A LOT of therapy. But HE didn't want help, by that point he was committed to keep being miserable and make others suffer too, he wanted lbh to die, how the heck is that a cry for help?

He was a very traumatized adult in a position of power continuing the cycle of abuse, very aware of what he was doing, and who should have never been in charge of children

[drenched-in-sunlight]

(spoilers about DLC final boss)

i don't have enough energy to make a detailed case on this but

has any of Miquella's defenders found out about the proof in the base game that indicates Radahn was leading him on yet...

we found this at the Haligtree.

we know Radahn looks up to Godfrey and Radagon a lot and want to be like them, it makes sense he’d jump at a chance to be a Lord for a New God. i think he’s not above leading on a young Miquella instead of putting an end to a childish crush, even went so far as establishing a vow with him. But Radahn got cold feet later when Miquella was hell bent on going through with it as adult (stuck in a child body or not) & now he had to pay for his ambition.

i think that’s why they emphasize that Miquella made that wish in his youth. A traumatized & insecure child, losing faith in his parents’ Order & having to look his sister withered away, i think he would be very impressionable, especially around someone that strategically showcase his strength and honour like Radahn.

I think all this could have been avoided if Radahn, as the older brother, had just been firm & told him no.

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.

[alwaysbewoke]

Stolen childhoods, stolen innocence. In an industry rife with so many ills, child labor is certainly amongst the worst. Perhaps the #BigTech makers of the smart phones and tablets and electric vehicles at the top of supply chain are unaware of the misery being caused at the bottom. Let's do our best to make them aware 🙃

This is the new "sweatshop" fight.