#might as well be giving instructions on how to make your kids hate you

[todayisafridaynight]

I love how my parents attended a fucking "how to prevent lgbt" Seminar and said thank god they raised me and my siblings normal

Ma'am your daughter is ill over silly little gay men

im so sorry but im keeling over 'how to prevent lgbt'. like i cant articulate why thats so funny its so absurd and funny

[hanbinics]

a/n. the female pictured above does not represent !crybaby reader in any way. that is solely up to you. ღ

!crybaby reader hates when !dealer chris isn't giving her enough attention.

“are we goin’ home soon?”

chris should have taken that initial whine as his warning as to the fit you were soon to throw.

you’re currently sat on his knee, doe eyes flitting around the room with a mixture of irritation and boredom in their reflection. you’ve been at this party for about an hour and a half now, which is nothing compared to how long you’re usually at these things, but tonight your patience is wearing thin. you’ve been busy over the last few weeks, swamped with the start of a new semester, and it hasn’t given you much time to spend with chris lately. on top of the fact that he’s been bitching about these new freshman not wanting to buy any drugs under the excuse that they’d like to stay sober during their college years—fuckin’ dumbass kids, chris had said—well, he's not exactly been in the mood to entertain your need for his attention. throw in a couple of failed attempts at phone sex, and you’re completely over the brunette not catching wind of your attitude in the moment.

still, you sit perched on his knee like the prettiest decoration on a shelf, a pout pulling at your mouth while chris busies himself with pulling a couple of prerolls out of his pocket, blue eyes lazily glancing up at the freshman currently standing in front of you.

“look, kid, you either buy ‘em now or not at all—i don’t really give a fuck.” he shrugs his shoulders, his nonchalance even convincing to you, but when the timid-looking boy in front of you doesn’t answer right away, you find yourself heaving a sigh.

“make him go away, he’s not gonna buy nothin’.” your whine vibrates against chris’s skin where you bury your face into his neck, bored of the interaction and desperate for your boyfriend’s attention. you can feel his long fingers wrap around your hip, squeezing the flesh there in a silent warning—cut it out—but you can’t help yourself.

the freshman before you glances nervously from chris to you before his mouth parts. “actually, she’s, um.. she’s right. i don’t think i wanna get into that stuff yet,” he admits with a sheepish expression, one hand reaching up to rub at his nape.

he looks like he might shit his pants by the look chris shoots him, taking that as his sign to walk away before anything else can ensue, finally leaving you alone with your boyfriend—only, he’s not exactly happy.

chris’s fingers tangle themselves into your hair, creating enough of a fistful that he can pull your pretty face from his neck, forcing you to meet his dark eyes and tense jaw. “go get your coat. now,” he tells you, waiting for you to nod as best as you can in his tight grip before you’re finally getting up from his lap, letting out a soft yelp when he delivers a sharp slap to the spot where your ass meets your thigh.

chris doesn’t speak a single word to you on the way back to his apartment. you have half a mind to tell him you’re sorry, that you didn’t mean to run off any clients, but the other part of you—the brattier one—wants to return that same silent treatment. after all, he’s the one that’s been neglecting you.

it’s clear he doesn’t see it that way though, the brunette still physically tense as he leads you up to his apartment and inside, still completely silent. as soon as the door shuts behind you, you whirl around to beg him to say something, but he speaks before you can.

“go to my room,” he instructs, ignoring the way you’re looking up at him from beneath long, thick lashes. “now. you know how i want you.”

you open your mouth to protest, but when chris shoots you a look that leaves no room for it, you furrow your brow and turn on your heel to follow his instructions, pout deepening on your lips. you still listen though, socks shuffling quietly against the wooden floor as you make your way to his bedroom where you immediately climb onto his bed, lifting the fabric of your plaid skirt until it’s bunched up around your hips, leaving your bare ass exposed—chris prefers when you don’t wear panties.

about ten minutes pass before you ever hear another noise in the apartment, there being no indication of your boyfriend even making his way to you. every passing minute causes something tight to twist within your tummy, the only sound in the room being your quiet sniffles, until, finally, you hear the door open behind you.

you so badly want to look over your shoulder, maybe see if the brunette’s mood has changed any, but you don’t. you know it might only make your punishment worse. so instead, you wait with baited breath at the sound of chris undoing his belt and pulling it from the loops of his jeans, fear striking you from the tips of your toes to your increasingly sticky cunt.

“you wanna say somethin’ t’me?” chris asks from behind you, dark eyes drinking in the sight of you on all fours for him, the cute shape of your ass on display and your slick causing your pussy to glisten for him; he’s spoiled, really.

when you take a second to answer, a soft sniffle greeting chris’s ears, he raises an eyebrow at the little no you offer before he nods his head once and then lets the leather of his belt crack against the bare skin of your ass.

you flinch in surprise, sucking in a sharp breath, but you don’t make any noise otherwise. maybe that’s your first mistake, as it only leads to two more strikes of chris’s belt against your reddening skin, those ones finally evoking a yelp from your parted lips and a choked sob following it despite your inner thighs getting slick with your arousal as a result.

chris pauses then, raising an eyebrow. “talk to me, petal,” he tells you, waiting for your sniffling to calm down before you’re finally turning to look at him over your shoulder, cheeks wet with pretty tears.

“’m sorry,” you finally sob, and while the apology has relief flooding through him, his chest tightens at the sight of your pathetic state.

his face remains mostly impassive as he finally lays his belt onto the bed, that being your indicator that your punishment is over with. almost immediately, you shuffle onto your knees, tears still rolling down your cheeks as you take your spot on his lap, wincing softly at the contact of your sensitive skin against his jeans.

chris wraps an arm around your waist, one hand coming up to press his thumb into your cheek so that he can brush away a few tears making a path down your face. “you gonna tell me what was goin’ on back there tonight? because that wasn’t my girl out there,” he insists quietly, watching the way you have to fight from pouting at his accusation despite the truth to it.

he has to bite back a smile at the sight, grateful for the way you bury your face into his neck, too busy seeking comfort from him to notice his amusement.

“jus’ wanted you to pay attention t’me tonight,” you finally whine quietly into his neck, breath soft against his skin as he holds you close, soothing the soft hiccups leaving your mouth. “felt like you didn’t want me around lately..”

at that, chris furrows his eyebrows, leaning back slightly so that he can better see your face. he’s about to insist that isn’t true, ask where you got that idea from, but upon seeing the way you blink up at him and sniffle softly, he chooses not to. whatever your reason for feeling this way doesn’t matter; he never wants to make you feel that way.

“’m sorry, petal,” chris coos softly, his lips brushing against your hairline as he holds you closer to his chest. “my pretty girl.. never wanna make you feel like that.”

when you finally pull your face from his neck, he smiles softly. “i love havin’ you around, kid. yeah?” he insists, waiting for you to nod your head in agreement before he’s leaning down to press a wet kiss to your soft lips.

“’m sorry, baby. never gonna make my girl feel like that again.”

©hanbinics

ღ divider by @/kyejiz ღ

[cabbage20122]

Taming of the Shrew is so funny, like there's a story inside of another story, half of the characters in both are disguised as someone else, and the only character who actually gets everything he wants in the end does it by being as annoying as he possibly can.

Hortensio: I can't marry Bianca until someone marries her older sister, but I wouldn't wish that girl on any- hey Petruccio you said you wanted to marry rich, right?

Petruccio: Your daughter is definitely in love with me, she's just pretending to hate me in front of other people because she's shy. Can we get married?

Baptista: How sweet! Absolutely

Katherine, standing right next to him: the audacity-

Katherine: sister bonding~ tell me who you have a crush on!

Bianca, crying: please untie me

Lucentio: I'm not actually a tutor, I switched places with my servant to woo you in secret

Bianca: Good start, but you call this wooing? You can do better

There's some old guy named Gremio who also wants to marry Bianca but he doesn't really do much

The wedding is not shown, but apparently Petruccio shows up hours late dressed in the most ridiculous articles of clothing he could find (and all of them are clashing) and riding a horse riddled with every disease under the sun (intestinal worms, tumors, a stuffy nose, etc.) punched the priest, and threw wine in his face because his beard was so thin it looked hungry.

On the way to his house, Katherine's horse falls in the mud and somehow lands on top of Katherine

Grumio, shivering: hey I've been sent to make sure the house is ready. Also can you light a fire?

Curtis: are they coming to the house now?

Grumio: yes, now about that fire

Curtis: is she as rude as they say?

Grumio: please I'm so cold

Curtis: i want gossip

Katherine, sleep-deprived and starving: can I have some food?

Grumio: sure would you like some beef and mustard?

Katherine: yes, that sounds great!

Grumio: ah, but the mustard might make your stomach hurt

Katherine: that's OK, I'll just have beef

Grumio: well, I can't just give you beef without mustard. . .

Katherine: just give me something I don't care

Grumio: would you like just mustard

Katherine, hangry: would you like to die

Petruccio: this dress is horrible, I didn't order this!

Tailor: your servant gave me instructions on how to make it, I just followed those

Grumio: ok but I didn't instruct you to make it ugly

Lucentio, conning a foreigner into pretending to be his dad so he and Bianca's dad can discuss the marriage between Bianca and the servant pretending to be Lucentio: I'm such a genius this plan can't possibly go wrong

Lucentio's actual dad: I think I'll go visit my son

Petruccio: it's 7 am, so if we leave now, we'll get to your father's house at lunchtime

Katherine: it's 2 pm, we won't get there til supper

Petruccio: do you have to disagree with everything i say? Maybe we won't go

Katherine: wait no I want lunch-

Lucentio: hi dad, meet my new wife!

Vincentio: . . .

Lucentio: Ok I'm sorry I got you arrested for impersonating yourself but in my defense-

Petruccio: wow, the moon is so bright

Katherine: it's the middle of the day, that's the sun

Petruccio: again with the arguing? Let's go back

Hortensio: are you kidding me we walked all this way

Katherine: WOW, LOOK AT THE MOON

When they finally get to the house for dinner, Katherine and Petruccio win a bet against the other couples and brag about how they're better than everyone there.

And the whole thing is just an elaborate prank on some random drunk guy WHO IS NEVER MENTIONED AGAIN AFTER ACT 1

[vintagegoddess12]

To those having negative reaction with how the bad kids fought with the rat grinders, you need to look at it from their perspective too.

They don’t know how to deal with rage stars or those revived by one.

The first time they encountered it was at the Synod Mall. They didn’t win that fight. Those who were infected by the rage stars are probably dead as they float through the astral plane. They never had the chance to study how to work against it or resolve it.

As far as the Bad Kids can see, the Rat grinders and their mentors (?) have an intent to kill.

They know KLCK is hateful (?) towards Riz and the group. It later devolved into plotting to kill them, with the instruction and help of porter and jace. The rage stars enhanced the anger within their group, did it not? If you were one of TBK, how would you react if you were sent to take an exam meant to kill all of you then later find out the cleric in charge of you was not only murdered but also robbed of the gems needed to revive you? Not to mention the attempted murder on the proctor to make sure you fail. If that wasn’t enough, your house is being lifted into the sky and dragons are attacking your group and threatening to burn said house down. Would you not be vengeful or angry? These are teens just trying to prevent another world ending event to happen and somehow their direct threats are teens as well. It will always be messy.

Time isn’t on the side of TBK. Narrative is cruel to the rat grinders.

They survived the dragon ambush only to arrive in an almost destroyed Elmville. All their loved ones and citizens in danger. Rage infected individuals wreaking havoc on the different parts of town. This isn’t their first rodeo so they know what to do: cut it at the source. So they went to the gym, guns and spells ready. They know the head is Porter. They try to get to him but the rat grinders are there too. For us viewers, they are pawns by the adults who used them. For TBK, they are threats too. They don’t have the knowledge to save them nor the time to experiment ways to save them NOW. Don’t pay them attention and they might kill them too. So they had to choose: be merciful to the kids who are ready to take them down or save the town with literally everyone.

I think you know what TBK would choose.

The wellbeing of any Augefort student should never rests on TBK’s shoulders.

THEY ARE TEENS. Powerful, yes but still TEENS. They are students. Even Mazey, who is the acting principal, should never be responsible for what is happening. The blame is on Porter and Jace for cultivating hate in their students, then advocating rage for their selfish endeavors. The blame is on Augefort for, honestly, everything.

Maybe the rat grinders will get revived. Maybe they get another chance at being adventurers and teens. But don’t blame TBK for trying to deal with the cards dealt to them the way they know how. They’re good at saving the world. They’re good at killing their enemies and reviving them after to give them a second chance. So let them.

[cosmiconix]

Dr. Bauer: Now Steven, the sky voice is about to make an announcement about the household's "Hallows Ball", something about how to participate & whatnot. Be a dear & say hello. Stevie: Oh...okay... *starts waving*

Dr. Bauer: I can HEAR you Carlos! (Cosmo: Yep, what he says is true. I'm making this post to talk about the upcoming Hallows Ball that I'll be throwing this year. And I'm going to pin this post so that everyone will be able to find it & get the information they need about the party. I know it's really early for this, but I figured that if I addressed the preparations early & lay down the rules & what to do to participate, it would give anyone who wants to join plenty of time to prepare & not have to worry about making room in their own schedules during the holiday season! And it won't interrupt any of their own holiday plans either, making the party that much easier to join. 😊 For this year, I've decided this year's Hallows Ball is going to be an open party, so you won't need an invitation to join the fun, if it doesn't quite work out as well as I intend it to, then next year I'll go back to personal invitations. And this time, I'll try to be as clear as possible on how exactly to participate in this fun activity, so it all makes more sense. Please do read all the way through this post to gain all the information necessary for joining this year's Ball. How to participate: If you choose to participate, you have to draw or write your character/characters wearing a costume with the exact same theme as the party. (Example I'll be using: Unicorn theme.) If the Ball's theme is unicorns, then your ocs or characters of choice must dress up in a unicorn themed costume. Now, you can draw any kind of unicorn themed costume you want, black & white, sparkly, non-magical, whatever, as long as the costume in question is a unicorn. You do have the option to draw as many characters as you'd like, & from whatever fandom you want, it's completely up to you, get creative! Once you've completed your piece, post your work to your tumblr blog on October 31st; & tag me @cosmiconix in your post, when you tag me, I'll be notified about your submission & head on over to your blog to reblog your creation, that way everyone on my blog can see your brilliant creation & your characters will be able to enjoy the evening with everyone else at the Ball! Remember, if your post doesn't have a tag, I won't be notified about your submission & might miss it when the time of the Ball arrives. So remember the tag me! 😄 Now, for the sake of the children within mine & everyone else's audiences, the submission cannot be too explicit or offensive in any way, you can have a little bit of blood for like a zombie unicorn or make it a tad bit spicy if you're drawing a couple, but nothing that's too crazy for the kids. But definitely nothing hateful or offensive. If your submission for the Hallows Ball does not match the theme, is too inappropriate, or hateful/offensive in any way, I will not reblog your work to my blog & will resort back to personal invitations, the party is meant to be fun & enjoyable for all the guests who wish to join. So please take this note into consideration when drawing or writing your work for the party. It's greatly & deeply appreciated by me & all who wish to join the fun. 😊 Okay! Thank you so much for reading this post & understanding the rules & instructions on how to participate, if you have a question, please do comment down below & I will respond when I can, then I will add the information to this post via an update to further inform anyone who may have the same question. Now, I will be posting a poll to decide which theme this year's party is going to be soon so stay tuned for when that appears, it's gonna be good! 😆✨

[k4ijynxx]

𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.

[pt: chica caregiver headcanons]

- she can be very anxious at times

- she is the one who enforces fun the most! She loves to see you happy

- she gives the energy of the nana who winks at you after giving you one more cookie when ur caregiver says no ;3

- she loves to cook with you!

- she always serves you first!

- she loves to color coloring books! She isn’t the best at drawing, but she will try if you ask her to!

- she is the BEST at piggyback rides! She gives them to you all the time!

- she loves caregiver names! She is neutral about anything family related, but she wont mind it most of the time :3 she loves the name Chichi, though!

- she calla you baby girl / baby boy / baby, little one, sunshine, pumpkin, buttercup, cutie, sweetie, stinker, silly, button, babydear, angel, sweetheart, flower, sleepyhead, munchkin, sugar, and baby chick!

- the younger the age, the better she is at caregiving /nsx

- i headcanon that she actually plays the drums, so she helps you out with her at times!

- she loves reading kids books to you! She loves listening to them as well :3

- she can make ANYTHING for you! She doesn’t really have a preference, but when she is really hungry she hopes you ask for a pizza hehehe :3

- shes actually a really heavy sleeper, even after you leave the pizzeria for the night she might sleep in late!

- she loves to play dress up with you!

- she comfortable with most characters caregiving you, but especially bonnie and sometimes freddy! Foxy is neutral, but she has some beef with him cuz he’s a trouble maker, mainly cuz he keeps raiding the kitchen and stealing chica’s pizza. She doesn’t really have an opinion on golden freddy

- shes not the best with singing, as she mainly plays instruments more than singing, but she can hum lullabies!

- she feels really sad when you have to leave, she has so much fun with you and hates to see you go :(

- she isn’t the biggest with rules, but the obvious stuff still applies!

- sometimes the other animatronics help cook with you and her too! Mainly freddy, since he is actually a pretty good cook (when its coming to baking a basic cake with a precise recipe, that is) bonnie helps sometimes, but he has trouble with the instructions. Foxy, however, is banned for life from the kitchen. He cant even cook noodles because he will forget to take the lid off, he is NOT ready for the kitchen

- she is the best with kids out of all the animatronics, mainly because she is so fun!

- she loves to dance with you!

- whenever you make something on paper, she hangs it on the fridge! She sometimes stares at it to admire it as well!

- she loves being a caregiver! She HATES william afton, mainly because he used her dead dog against her, so she tries to make sure you have the best childhood!

- she lets you visit whenever you want! She really loves seeing you!!

- she cant leave the pizzeria, but she does make plans to go to restaurants nearby, even if she cant go there :3

- she doesn’t allow you near the office or the closet, and you need her supervision when you are in the kitchen, especially when you are around knifes or the freezer!

- she loves doing the activity sheets with you! She even sometimes plays the arcade games with you!

- she isn’t the best with independent regressors, she can stress that you get hurt so if you are she has to check up on you a lot

- she loves to style your hair! Even if you have short hair, she still puts hair clips and other things in it! If you have no hair, she gives you head scratches all the time! Well, she gives you head scratches no matter how long your hair is, but whatever!

- she is really good with injuries! She has a med bag that she always has in the same spot so she knows where it is when you are hurt, and knows exactly what to do when you are hurt!

[askbensolo]

OH yeah it is unauthorized mailbag hour my dudes*

*unwillingly paid for by The Chommell Sector Daily

@mal-is-tall @hey-its-starface Yeah…brandishing a lightsaber (even an unpowered one) at my uncle was not one of my sanest moments. But...uh...look on the bright side...no one got hurt??

Oh, Force no! I’ve been at home. My home, I mean. On Naboo. As shocking as this may be to you, I’ve actually never been involuntarily hospitalized. I mean, they did hold me for a bit after I ran away from home that one time, but—not since then. (Jury's still out on whether this is a good or bad thing—just kidding—maybe)

It...actually doesn't seem like Luke's told anyone what happened. He definitely hasn't told my mom. Because if he had told my mom—well, I would've found out pretty quickly.

I don't know why Luke hasn't told anyone. Maybe he feels bad for me. Maybe he doesn't actually believe I'm a threat (is that better or worse than my mom seeming to fear l am?).

Or, maybe, it's a strategic play. And Luke's just trying to keep this in his back pocket for as long as possible, so he can lay down his sabacc card at just the right moment. That's what Snoke thinks, anyway. Not that I give a womprat's tail what Snoke thinks—but, it's a thought, isn't it?

I did apologize to Luke for...for holding out the saber like that. I know that was pretty uncool of me.

But...l also told him I never want to speak to him again. Which is kind of a shame, because before all of this happened, I was actually getting to the point of maybe wanting to tell him I was having dreams about Snoke—but oh well never mind I guess!!!

@baconbirdie Ha. Yeah. I agree.

Snoke had warned me that the Jedi have a narrow-minded way of looking at things. That, if there was a choice to be made, between me and—and, like, the light side or whatever—that Luke would choose the Force over me. That Fannie would, too, as Luke has instructed her to. And I ignored him, because I figured he was just trying to psych me out, like usual, but…well, I’ll be paying a little more attention in the future.

I’m not saying that that makes Snoke right about everything. But…I think it does make him right about some things. I’m a little more open to hearing to what he has to say, is what I’m saying.

Don’t freak out. I haven’t forgotten what Snoke did to me. I still hate him for that. But, you know what they say. Even a stuck chronometer is right twice a day.

...Yeah. I can't pretend anymore that this isn't happening. Maybe, if I had continued meditating consistently like Luke taught me to do, Snoke wouldn’t have been able to start reaching me again…

...Well, I can't pretend to myself anymore, I mean. But I'll pretend to my family all day!!

You fought in the Clone Wars? Wow, you must be, like—seventy-something years old! Wait, you know how to use the HoloNet??

Sorry that was rude—

Anakin... I don't ever think about Anakin Skywalker much. My mom raised me to see Bail Organa as my grandfather. She hates her birth father, in a way that makes me worry—in my darkest moments—that she might secretly hate me too.

I know a lot about Darth Vader. Darth Vader was my hyperfixation between the ages of twelve to sixteen. But...I know very little about Anakin. Well—nobody knows very much about Anakin. Most of the holorecords on him seem to have been wiped. He almost...doesn't seem real.

...You think he would have been proud of me?

...Well. That'd make someone, I guess.

Uuurgghh I don't wanna go back to therapy! I already did therapy!! I graduated from therapy!!! (Yes I know that's not how that works I'm just kidding)

...I guess you're right, though. I've just...been trying not to think about everything for the past week, and I know that can only get me so far.

And maybe you're right about...about anger. I do struggle with that. I mean, that's no secret or surprise to anyone. I just...feel kinda scared a lot of the time, and…I'd so much rather be mad than scared.

And you're right about not basing your self-worth on others. I may have been avoiding thinking about my problems this past week, but I did decide on one thing—I'm not the freaking problem, Luke is, and someone needs to tell Fannie she doesn't need to let him decide how she wants to live her life. Especially if the way she wants to live her life is with me.

@bookishbrigitta

Auntie Malla? Oh, for kriff's sake! You just want me to look like a total idiot for not having practiced my Shyriiwook in like, seven years—buddy, I'm tellin' ya, she will have my hide—it’s tragic, really; Chewie doesn’t know this, but ever since I left home I’ve been relying more and more on body language and context clues and my dad’s half of the conversation to understand what they’re talking about—it’s so bad—

But...actually? I don't think I've ever flown out to Kashyyyk on my own before. I've been there since I moved out, yeah, for Life Day and stuff—but, always with my family.

And...always with Uncle Luke. But now that I've decided I'm never speaking to Luke ever again…well, who knows where I'll be this Life Day.

...Yeah. Maybe I'll plan a little trip.

…Welp. Time to redownload Duro’lingo and start up my Shyriiwook streak.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Just for you

Pairing | Husband!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Female!Reader

Word count | 2K

Summary | You have been thinking about getting a particular 'surprise' for your husband for quite a while, and you're finally going through with it on a girls' weekend away. What you don't know, however, is that Tony has gotten a surprise for you as well, and he can't wait to show you what he has done.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Implied piercing of nipples, implied tattooing, smut (nipple play, fingering, implied love making).

A/n | This idea suddenly popped up and hasn't left me since, so here we are! A big thanks to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this, and being even more enthusiastic about this idea than I am, because that's what gave me the push to write this 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

Divider is made by @firefly-graphics | GIF-credit goes to @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

It seemed like a good idea when you were in the club drinking your fifth or sixth tequila shot, getting a piercing to remember this weekend in Vegas with your friends. Now that you're standing in the shop, it doesn't seem like such a good idea anymore.

''Come on! It's your turn!'' Natasha says as she gets up from the chair and walks to the mirror to admire her new belly button piercing.

Wanda got an industrial piercing in her ear, and now it's time for you to get one, too. You've been thinking about getting a certain one for a while, and when you brought it up in the club, all three of you thought it would be a perfect idea.

''So, what can we do for you, young lady?'' the man who just pierced Nat and Wanda asks you, and you're not sure if you should tell him or not. If you didn't have the amount of drinks you did, you might have judged the situation differently, but alas, you didn't.

After a deep breath, you tell the man your idea. ''I want to get my nipples pierced.'' The man nods before getting his station ready for you.

Since you officially stopped breastfeeding and milking for your youngest son, Paxton, you've been toying with the idea of surprising Tony with nipple piercings, and now was your chance to finally get it done.

You don't have too much time to think about it, though, because before you know it, the piercer is ready for you, and within no time, you're two nipple piercings richer.

As soon as you check yourself in the mirror, your mind immediately shoots to Tony, remembering a conversation you had not too long ago, which sparked this idea.

''These would look so fucking good if they're pierced, Sunshine,'' Tony tells you between sucking and licking your nipples, his long fingers working their magic between your thighs, working you towards your orgasm.

''Makes me so fucking hard to think of you with these piercings, oh fuck,'' he groans as he keeps working you up, and with a shout of his name, you fall over the edge, followed by Tony, who cums as he ruts against the sheets.

''Maybe I'll get them soon,'' you say after he's worked you through your orgasm, a sheepish smile playing on your lips. Little did he know you might have had this idea for a while.

After the piercings are all done, the piercer gives all of you the instructions for the aftercare, and he hands you a flyer with all of the information, too. After paying, you're all returning to the hotel, ready to call it a night.

Meanwhile, back in New York, Tony enjoys a boys' night out with Bruce and Clint. The kids are enjoying a sleepover with Howard and Maria, so he can just let go for an evening, just like you in Vegas.

''Dude, you should get a tattoo with us!'' Clint exclaims after throwing back the last beer, but Tony isn't convinced yet. He adores how your body looks with ink adorning every inch and curve, but him? He's not sure.

''What if she's going to hate it? What if I get something offensive? What if-'' is all he can bring out before Bruce chimes in, cutting him off.

''Are you thinking that she would hate it? She has more tattoos than most people could even dream of. She wouldn't hate it,'' Bruce tries, which seems to convince him a little.

''How about we all get something?'' Clint then chimes in again, and after one more beer, they all decide to do it. Bruce and Clint are getting something to commemorate their time in acting school, but not Tony.

''What're you getting?'' Bruce asks after looking at the black and grey clapperboard on his upper arm, right above the crook of his elbow.

''I think I might want something to represent Sunshine and the kids,'' Tony says as he looks through the portfolio of the tattoo artist who will be inking him.

''How about their names? Sunshine has your name as well as the kids. Might be nice to match with her,'' Clint says from the chair, currently getting his black and grey clapperboard on his chest.

''Yeah,'' Tony says with a big smile, and he decides on a beautiful font and has the stencil drawn up. From top to bottom, it says Y/N, Hudson, Orion, and last but not least, Paxton. Around the tattoo are multiple small stars, a sun, and a moon.

The tattoo has a deep meaning to him; because of that, he wants it tattooed right over his heart so he will have them close to him wherever he goes.

''It's perfect,'' he sighs as he looks at the stencil, and he starts tearing up a little, just like he did when you surprised him with the tattoo of his name and the kids.

Since it's a rather precise and big tattoo - it takes up his entire left peck - it does take a while for the tattoo artist to be done, but once he is, Tony can't wait any longer and runs to the mirror to see the result.

''Oh my fucking god!'' he whispers to himself as he sees the names on his chest. Right over his beating heart. Tears well up in his eyes, but he doesn't care. He's so overcome with love right now and can't wait to show you what he's done.

''She's gonna love it; I know she will,'' Bruce says as he stands behind Tony, a hand slapping him on his right shoulder to encourage him.

''I know she will,'' Tony says before wiping his tears away and letting the tattoo artist wrap it up so it can be secured. When the aftercare is explained, they also pay, and Tony goes home, unable to wait any longer to see his Munchkins.

The reaction of Howard and Maria was amazing, and a few tears were shed over the fact that he got all of your names tattooed now, just like his wife.

The twins also reacted well to it the next morning, and they read all of the names out loud, which made his heart melt right underneath the tattoo. But the cutest question came from his daughter.

''Why doesn't Mommy's name say Sunshine? You always call her that,'' she asks, and Tony tells her all about it, and how the sun, moon and stars stand for each of them.

''Mommy's right here, too. You see the sun over there? And the moon next to it, that is to represent Paxton. The stars though, those are the most special, because they resemble the two of you,'' Tony says, trying not to cry as he tells them.

''I love it, Daddy, now you have the same one as Mommy!'' Hudson says, and Tony wholeheartedly agrees. He doesn't tell him about the fact that yours is adorned with flowers, though, instead of the way his looks.

It is Sunday afternoon, and you're finally going home after your girl's weekend in Vegas. Your nipples are still relatively sore from when you got the piercings, but you had expected worse.

What you forgot, however, is that the metal detector at the airport would go off, and it wasn't exactly fun having to explain you got your nipples pierced, but eventually, you were allowed to go home.

Howard, Maria, Tony, and the kids are all coming to pick you up from the airport, and as soon as you land, you get a text they have arrived as well, so it should be quickly that you see them.

Your suitcase is picked up quickly; before you know it, you're reunited with your family again. Hudson and Orion run up to you and grab you around your middle, and you have to steady yourself so you won't fall over.

''Mommy's back!'' they yell out in unison, and the smile on your face is so broad it's a miracle you're not getting sore from smiling at them the entire time.

''Can I say hi to Daddy, Paxton, Grampa, and Glamma?'' you ask, and they let you go so you can first say hi to your other son. You've missed them immensely, but as Paxton grabs your boob, you scream in pain, and Tony quickly takes him back.

''Fuck!'' you whisper yell to yourself, a sharp pain shooting through your entire chest as he grabbed your nipple by accident, hurting you unintentionally with the piercing.

''You okay, Sunshine?'' he asks quickly, and you assure him everything's okay.

''I am, but I have to show you something when we're home,'' you say with a glint of mischief, and the pain is already subsiding. He gives you a small peck on the lips before you greet Howard and Maria, and you head home.

''Would you look after the kids for a bit? I need to take a shower,'' you ask Maria, and she happily agrees to watch them before you pull Tony upstairs with you.

''I got a little surprise for you when I was in Vegas. Or, I should say two surprises,'' you say before unbuttoning your blouse, revealing that you weren't wearing a bra.

But when Tony's eyes slide down your body, he gasps as he sees the silver barbells adorning your nipples, shimmering in the sun that washes into the room.

''Oh my fucking god,'' Tony says before capturing you in a deep kiss, licking his way into your mouth instantly, his hands inching up to touch them. Before he can, though, you need to stop him.

''We can't, Tony. They have to heal for a while first, but once they are, I will let you go to town on them, I promise,'' you say as you cup his cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss.

''Thank you for getting them, Sunshine; now you're a pierced and tattooed Greek Goddess,'' he tells you, and you can't help but smile at the compliment.

He helps you remove the rest of your clothing, and he stops you when you're about to unbutton his shirt. His hands wrap around your wrists to stop you, and you look up at him with a confused look.

''I have a surprise for you, too, Sunshine. Something I've been wanting for a while but never dared to do until this weekend,'' he says, a pink tint creeping up his cheeks as he thinks about how you could react.

He lets go of your wrists, and you carefully unbutton each button before letting it slide off his shirt. Your line of sight is immediately pulled to the tattoo on his chest, and you can already feel the tears prick in the back of your eyes.

''Is- Is it real? Can I- I mean, is it okay if I touch it?'' you ask, and he nods. Your fingertips softly glide over his tattoo, now a little over a day old. As you know from experience, it's still sensitive, so you're extra careful.

The tears you were trying to hold back have won the battle, and you let them flow, your fingers moving over your name, followed by Hudson, Orion, and Paxton.

''We're matching now,'' you choke out, and he pulls you in for a kiss, not deepening it this time but just letting it take its natural course, which makes it nothing short of perfect.

When you pull away, you bend down and kiss the tattoo on his chest, showing him how much you love it.

''I couldn't have imagined a better surprise when I got home; thank you,'' you say before you pull him into the shower. It's good that Howard and Maria were watching the kids because you were making love in the shower before moving to bed, enjoying each other's bodies.

You're exchanging sweet words, loving kisses, and longing glances. Both of you are feeling somewhere north of heaven right now, and when it's finally time for dinner, you get dressed and head downstairs.

You're dressed in an oversized t-shirt from Tony and a pair of leggings, and he's wearing sweats and an old t-shirt. Both of you are wearing your glasses, but most of all, you're wearing a look of pure adoration.

''I love you, Sunshine,'' Tony says before he heads towards the kids. You walk to the kitchen to see if Maria needs help with dinner, which she does, and you help her, the smile never leaving your face the entire time.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Occasionally, I, like, "forget" I'm mentally ill.

I'll have days where I'm anxious/generally just not doing well in the ol' brain box, and won't be able to place why, and then I remember, "Dude, your brain chemicals are fucky. Take a moment and reassess."

And while having an awareness of the fact that I have a bad brain doesn't stop the physical symptoms of it (you have to kinda gear down from that, ya know, doesn't just go away like magic) it does give me more clarity.

So sometimes I'm just sitting there, trying to do basic shit and shaking.

Like, I will be trembling and struggling to use my phone, because my fingers won't cooperate, and I will be fully aware of the fact that it's because I'm having an anxiety attack, but can't do a damn thing about it, so I'm just there, frustrated at myself.

But also, because I do CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy), it's me going, "I know why I'm upset, however, I cannot control this reaction beyond what I'm already doing." and that makes the part of my brain that doesn't like not having control screech.

I go for long periods of time where my stress/anxiety levels are at, like, a 7/10 from the point I wake up until I go to bed at night.

My head's so screwy sometimes that things that are arguably/actually good happening fucks me up.

Part of it is down to genetics/being born this way, and the rest stems from trauma and the side effects of going through a majority of my life without being dinged as anything other than a functional human being.

Did I have my intelligence questioned a lot because my anxious mind needs to ask for clarity/clear instructions on things other people think are obvious?

Yes.

Did not having the resources set forth to help me learn how to deal with this/having people see me as "normal" but stupid make me want to stop asking questions and just beat me down into a person who just went along with whatever or just do nothing at all?

Also yes.

Sometimes, I wish I had had more help growing up, but I also look at the help I did receive and go, "This wasn't helpful or what I needed." or "Why did they let this person be in charge of x or y when they clearly hated it?"

Stuff like that, ya know.

Mostly, I just think if I had known as a kid what was going on inside of my head/had more words to describe how I felt I might have been better set up to tackle the world around me.

But, then again, I could have also wound up exactly where I am now, and I have to wonder if I'd see that as a grander, much more painful fall than the one I took entering into society.

[violetjedisylveon]

I have fanfics downloaded that I can send to anyone suffering Ao3 withdrawals

It's mostly FnaF security breach stuff, but I got a few Lego Monkie Kid ones

Fanfic selections and instructions below the cut!

I won't be like him by Pinkpony4

Life wasn’t fair and it never had been, especially for Michael. Nothing seemed to ever go right and that lesson was still being hammered down fifty years later. Even so, he’d make life fair for the little baby he had in his arms, even if it killed him.

A Michael afton adopts Gregory fanfic, that is also and fanfic.net but I think the author has deleted it by now to rewrite it since that's why I downloaded it

Nothing Else Compares by Dinjoyer

5 times someone comforted Michael + one time Michael comforted someone

Scooped and Glam Mike fic

Your Dad Is Here by prongsau

Being stuck after hours is scary, especially for a 9 year old who keeps getting chased by a murderous bunny. He ends up getting hurt but an angel comes and saves him. Or; Gregory gets injured from Vanny, thankfully Michael is there to protect him alongside the daycare attendants.

Dadmike hurt and comfort type fic

And What would you say, If I could give you a Reason to go on? By PigeonOnAChair

Michaels story was supposed to end with all of the others, burning to the ground and putting an end to the Afton name for good. Turns out, that might not be in the cards for him. Given a glimpse into the future by a strange, red tinged specter, Michael is given a reason to make it out of that fire; He has a son. And the very same forces that tore Michael apart have set their sights on someone new. -- ( A Dadmike AU in which Mike is given a reason to survive the FNAF 6 fire; to find his son and take down his fathers remaining influence before another Afton falls at his hand.) (TLDR: A Mike in security breach AU, but with a whole lot more before hand !)

Another Dadmike fic/au

Never Enough

Freddy leaves Gregory for one second. One second is all Vanny needs.

Hurt/comfort fic

hush little baby, don't you cry by orphan_account

sometimes, old memories don't stay buried for long Aka angst for my fluffy Human AU. Gregory gets kiddynapped and Freddy, Bonnie, and the band have to face an old companion to save him.

Human animatronics and Fronnie

Dust To Dust by soops

“…The results of this hostility are difficult to see because these children quickly learn how to hide under a compliant smile. When these children grow up they suffer depression, anxiety, relationship conflicts, and substance-abuse problems. For the first time in their lives, many boundary-injured individuals realize they have a problem…” His head snaps up when he hears a knock on the door. Hesitantly, he stops the tape and puts his pen aside…

Michael adopts Gregory, but it's mostly him dealing with the effect of his father's crimes

Unhappiest Day by EmeraldArt

Early in the morning of his 30th birthday, Cassidy Afton learns two things. His father, William Afton, has escaped jail. And his nephew, Gregory, has gone missing.

Part of an everybody lives/nobody does au(except Susie's dog)

Jeremy's Journey to Save Christmas! (and also survive)

When Jeremy ends up trapped inside the pizzeria with his coworker on Christmas morning, he does what he can to continue his and his sister's Christmas tradition . . . but why does this attract an unexpected guest? (this work is part 5 of a storyline of connected one-shots that are not in chronological order. It can be read as a standalone fic as well).

It's got jeremike

Hippo-Critter by EmeraldArt

Right before the amalgam known Ennard leaves Michael Afton, he gets one final chance to talk to his sister. Elizabeth is terrified that her brother will hate her.

hurt/comfort, mostly hurt

(Im)Perfect by EmeraldArt

Elizabeth is perfect, unbroken, quiet, elegant. She’s everything her father could desire. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t react, doesn’t growl, doesn’t cry. (Until she finds herself screaming until she isn’t sure she has any screams left.)

Elizabeth angst

Michael Afton's Step by Step Guide to Killing Your Abusive Dad and Getting a Boyfriend in the Same Night by gummysharksupremacy

After his six year old brother miraculously survives the bite that almost took his life, Michael waits for his father to come back from his drinking binge to give him the lecture of a lifetime. What he gets instead is a murder confession, threats of physical violence against himself and his siblings, and promises to take more innocent lives. Michael knows what he has to do. He also knows that he can't do it alone.

This one is dark

the opening day by auacademia

There were four, then three, then two, then none. All of the kids left the room, and she felt herself disconnecting. That has happened a few times over the day, a system meant to save her power if there was no one to entertain. And then there were two. A boy, older, and a girl, younger. It made sense. The children usually played in groups of two or three. Still, she felt like this was supposed to play out differently. She powered back on, and continued her performance. Or, when Michael realizes there’s no stopping his sister from seeing her favorite animatronic, he decides to take her there by himself. William almost has a heart attack.

A Change in Fate: A Five Nights at Freddy's alternate universe by TheInsaneFoxWriter

I have parts 1-9

This is the summary for A Change in Fate, the first and a multiple chapter fic

When Gregory is discovered by prying eyes, in an attempt to escape, he hides in Funtime Freddy - the most friendly-looking of the animatronics around him. Gregory never would have expected this hiding place to turn against him. Trapped within this homicidal children's attraction, he must choose his fate, now in the hands of Freddy and his own survival skills. If he can escape, what else awaits him in this new, darkened environment? Basically, this is a combination of Security Breach and Sister Location, with a hint of Count the Ways. It's way more on the Sister Location side of things, but the comparison of a child being in Glamrock Freddy and Funtime Freddy was too good to pass up. It gave me a random idea, and thus, this fic was created.

Sins of the Father; Grief of the Sons by BeneathAScorpionSky

Evan Afton doesn't succumb to what should have been a fatal injury to his skull, instead miraculously improving and going on to grow up, lose touch with his family, and live what could be called a normal life if you turned it on its side and squinted really hard. Evan's content with being distanced from his relatives and their sordid histories, or at least he's managed to convince himself that he's better off without the father and brother who both up and left him without a word. But he's dragged back into the family business when he meets Gregory, a young homeless boy. Evan realizes he is going to have to take drastic measures to keep his young friend safe from the looming threat of the Pizzaplex killer. He'll have to face old fears and attempt to mend festering wounds if he hopes to get Gregory and himself out safely on the other side of this nightmare.

Aka, Crying Child adopts Gregory!

I am his dad, just like the sky is blue and the grass is green by AngstRat

One day Freddy stumbles across a small scared boy, neither of them know that moment will change both of their lives for the better.

The boy and his animatronic dad by AngstRat

Gregory is cold and he knows it's just about to get worse, so he sneaks into the Pizzaplex for warmth and maybe some food. Who could've guessed he'll find a dad on the way.

Sun and Moon adopt Gregory this time

love lost and found again by mikeyskies

When a rotting transgender corpse and a half brain-dead man love each other very much... Basically Jeremy and Michael assumed they wouldn't have to worry about protection after Michael got scooped. They were wrong.

Lego Monkie Kid fics

Warm Hearts, Cold Hands by Drifting_Andromeda

But no, it wasn’t scary in a way that had Spindrax worrying about an injury or a yelling session. She was more nervous of the act of letting Mei down, scared to see disappointment dance in the dragon’s eyes, scared to see that look aimed towards her. She didn’t want to disappoint her, was this how all friendships were? Mei was giving her a headache. ~ After everything Mei has done, from pushing to be her friend, to taking a genuine interest in her work and hobbies, Spindrax isn’t sure what to make of her. At first anyway, now things are starting to get a little complicated.

Spindrax x Mei

Would You Like An Egg In These Trying Times? by TeaTime_At_4

in which stone monkeys can reproduce asexually and create stone eggs when certain conditions are met, and these conditions are unknowingly met while Wukong is imprisoned under five phases mountain. Now without those conditions Wukong remains pregnant with a stone egg throughout his journey west as the egg continues to develop at a leisurely pace. so leisurely in fact that he is still pregnant at the time of the canon events of the show, how does this change things? come find out.

Performing Monkey by othersin

Performing Monkey Au. The Jade Emperor and his court is fascinated with the new life and magic that began to fill the mortal world – even creating a menagerie of the fascinating life so he can enjoy in the comfort of his heavenly plain. The rarest and most prized in his collection was the monkey demon born from stone – granted the name of Sun Wukong. While Guanyin believes that the demon would be happier in the mortal plain, the emperor is reluctant to give up his rare pet however. To calm the goddesses concerns on the others happiness, he instructs his patrols to search for a suitable companion for the monkey demon – his patrols rescue a struggling dark-furred macaque demon. Problem solved! Though Wukong and the newly kidnapped wild demon would disagree…

The Sun's Spouse by Leviathan_Wizard

“What…is this?” “The solution.” “And how is another one of his kind going to help us?!” “Because this will prove beneficial for Sun Wukong.” “Oh?” “The Six-Eared Macaque can…entice Sun Wukong to a more palatable degree.” Or To appease the rampaging Sun Wukong, the heavenly court decides to give the great sage a present…in the form of a husband. Macaque is not amused

And that's it!

See something you like? DM me the name of the fic you want and I will tell you further instructions there.

Spammers will be blocked

If you send a request past 1 am, it won't be filled until probably after 5 tomorrow, I have college and need sleep

Please give kudos to the fics once Ao3 is back up!

I also have fics of my own, some Star wars, Lego Monkie Kid, FnaF, The Owl House, and Pokémon, I don't have them downloaded so they'd have to be sent chapter by chapter, they're all in google docs it's mostly gay stuff, hurt/comfort and queer people having children chucked at them

[halfetirosie]

°˖❀ Gather around, children! Time to talk about Responsible Drug Use and Consent! ❀˖°

(Elysium 06-07 React-os!)

1) Eiden over here getting his line of thinking corrupted by Kuya 😂

Idk if "boring" is the right term, but yeah, that sort of thing doesn't really fit his style.

Although, if asked directly I wouldn't put it past Kuya to claim it's "too boring," but I don't think that's his actual reason. I suspect that there really are some lines he won't cross, even if he won't admit it.... But hey, who knows!

2) Always remember: if something seems too good to be true, it probably is! There's always a catch!

Good on you, Olivine! Good job on not being naiive!

I think this section may be hinting at my theory about "freebies?" As in, Elysium gets you hooked by saying you only have to pay a fee to get into the club but they give the drug away for free, but then once you're addicted you have to pay for each individual pill too? Or something like that? 🤔

That's how they get you. They provide it for free/reduced prices until you develop dependence, then you have to start paying more; by the time you realize you're addicted, it's too late!

Addiction is scary, ya'll.

:(

3) Eiden, what the hell???

It wasn't that long ago that you said the way this drug is being distributed wasn't Kuya's style! What happened???

Come on, bro. Sometime I really hate Kuya, but give hime a little benefit of the doubt! Damn...

4) YOOOO WTF?!?!?!?!?!

( ⊙ ᗣ ⊙ )

This is so scary and sad... These people are so obsessed with this drug, they'll act like literal starving animals just get it.... And in HELLA unsafe ways.

THIS IS A ONE-WAY TICKET TO OVERDOSING!!!!!!

I AM SO FUCKIN MAD!!! I ALREADY KNEW THIS CLUB WAS EVIL, BUT THIS IS A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL OF IRRESPONSIBLE. FUCK!!!!!

Kids, whenever taking drugs (recreational or otherwise), ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS follow the dosage instructions...

5) Yeah, this is a fairly apt description of the Vampire Bitch...

Although, I think calling him "somewhat sickly" is a HUGE understatement. Look at how fucked up and weird his fingertips are! And the GRAY skin!!!! He's "youthful" but also three steps away from death, dude....Hence, I have declared him Vampire Bitch.

But seeing how Eiden considers him "youthful," does that mean Reverie actually does make people live forever? Or at least slow down the aging process or something? 🤔 Very confused on how all that works...

6) I WILL END YOU, VAMPIRE BITCH!!!! GET YOUR NASTY FUCKING EYES OFF OF OLIVINE!!!!!

🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥

I still cannot believe Vampire Bitch has the AUDACITY to try pimping Olivine out. 🤬🤬🤬

Olivine has a helluva lot of admirers, but story-wise, I think this is the first time an actual FUCKING CREEP targeted him specifically, you know? In a criminal/non-consensual way. Unless there's something like that in intimacy rooms that I don't know about?

Idk if Olivine has just been lucky, or if others are too scared of his strength to target him like this, or what....

Well, this whole situation just makes me SICK....

7) HELL YEAH, FOXY GRANDPA TO THE RESCUE!!!!

Did I already know the devs would make Kuya show up to save Eiden? Yes.

Am I still VISCERALLY RELIEVED? ABSOLUTELY.

8) The heroic return of the Super-Super-Rare

★ Responsible Kuya ★ !!!!!!!

SEE???? EVEN THE FOXY BASTARD KNOWS THE IMPORTANCE OF CONSENT!!!!

Dude, you KNOW something is FUCKED UP with you if KUYA is more decent in comparison...

Real talk, It's honestly REFRESHING AS FUCK seeing Kuya act like this.

Like, yeah, he can be a real asshole and a menace sometimes, but that's typically on a very small scale; making jokes in bad taste or messing with people one-on-one.

It seems that, when it comes to larger-scale issues---in this case, the operation of a club and distribution of drugs---he might still have a bad attitude, but he's at least reasonable. Just like in Forest Carnival; they were holding a party to help improve human/yokai relations, and though Kuya did act like a dick, he didn't sabotage things.

Current Kuya is a menace, but he really isn't a danger to the public; not like Past Kuya, who had no issues raising absolute HELL in Saia.

9) Signing off on a confusing not, here---

Is "don't actually fall asleep" in reference to how Kuya wants Eiden to act after swallowing the [fake] pill???? Like, I assume it's a fake pill since the text after this says that the drug doesn't have an effect on Eiden---so is Kuya hinting for Eiden to pretend like he's high, but to not literally pretend to fall asleep? Or is this a hint for something else?

....Or am I just an idiot? Tune in next time to find out!

🦋 End of report! 🦋

[funnyfaceflea]

elementary school teachers can honestly be either 2 types:

some of the nicest people you ever meet

some of the worst assholes you ever meet

in elementary i was fortunate enough to have mostly very angelic teachers or teachers i was neutral towards but there were some that i absolutely dreaded because they would shame me for not grasping concepts quicker than the other kids, particularly in math.

like this one teacher i had when i was 6 years old, she would shame me for “not listening” even when i WAS paying attention to the lesson but i wasn’t able to grasp the concept well like the other kids, which made me feel so bad about myself.

to my current knowledge of right now i have not been diagnosed with autism or adhd but thinking very hard about myself in the past few months i might have a certain amount of undiagnosed adhd in me, but it has always been hard for me to grasp certain concepts such as math, something i’ve struggled with and continue to struggle with in school.

this teacher (will not name her for privacy reasons but we’ll call her L) sometimes made me nervous to go to class in the morning just because of how sensitive I am to even the smallest of negative comments towards me about things i’ve done that were accidents (e.g like idk dropping supplies or forgetting something) and shamed for needing additional clarification after something is said to me. like when a teacher immediately gave up on me after she told me to go bring something to somewhere in the building and i needed to hear the destination one more time. especially when it came to line leading, which i was TERRIBLE at because even when they think the instructions they give are “simple” to them, to me they aren’t and i’m sorry i’m too “stupid” or am “not listening” to adhere by them. thankfully line leading where i am now barely exists and we all walk in crowds but whenever i am tasked being in the front line i get a terrible, terrible feeling of anxiety that reminds me of when i was in elementary.

L wasn’t like this all those two semesters, but mainly from what I can remember it was mainly in the beginning. i hated when my name was called up to the front and i would attempt and prepare myself to be shamed in front of the entire class for taking too long to figure out a problem on a topic that i wasn’t able to grasp quickly enough unlike other students.

also hated computer class. teacher was so mean and she was very loud and had no shame in telling other teachers about me and my little “problems”.

both teachers had made me cry in class (which i often feel embarrassed about) and I’ve heard comments from them like “awww c’mon! we don’t cry in 1st grade!”

BITCH.

THERE ARE FUCKING 6 YEAR OLDS IN YOUR CLASS.

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT LITTLE KIDS TO NOT CRY IN YOUR CLASS WHEN YOU SHAME THEM FOR TINY THINGS?

teachers like that pissed me off and made me feel terrible about myself when i was younger and i still hate them. both of them are retired now but im sure as hell glad they’re not doing this to their students anymore. they deserve love and acceptance into their classroom and as much care as possible when they happen to be slower than other students in terms of understanding concepts correctly.

please don’t feel bad about yourself if someone shames you for stuff like this. everyone learns at their own pace and it’s absolutely okay! you’re just making the world a more diverse and awesome place with being you, and those who accept you for who you are add to the kindness that we are in dire need of these days. you are beautiful and you are a smart human being and i love you and everyone else loves you 🙏❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️

and on a quick additional note:

🖕

fuck this poster to hell

(also sorry for making pretty dramatic posts in terms of drama stuff lately, i’ll go back to making cranium command and buzzy-related posts and masa posts again i promise)

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part two)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 858 (still not that long but I promise later chapters will be)

Warnings: None

Author's notes: Back again with part two! I snuck a quote in this one. Only one more chapter until Hat kid and her Mysterious Friend make their appearances! But yeah, I hope you enjoy part two for now!

"And then Satine and Christian gaze lovingly at each other-"

"Oh shut up! That's the tenth pecking time you've said 'gaze lovingly' this conversation!" Conductor interrupted, talking over Grooves. 

The two of them had agreed to call each other about ideas for and progress on the film. But it was beginning to get on the Conductor's nerves as to how often the penguin would phone him and suggest some more romance. 

"Ooh, what if we had a song that basically spoils the entire movie but only if you're paying loads of attention?" Grooves suggested. 

"How so?"

"Well, we said there was going to be a play in the film. And what if the play had the same plot as the film?" Grooves explained. 

"That might work," Conductor said, drumming his fingers on the desktop. "I got in touch with the lass the other day and she said she might be able to find us someone to play Zidler. What about you, eh? Find anyone yet?" 

"I'm still convincing Owlice to give it a shot. Pinguini says he's on board. I also got in touch with the little girl and apparently she and one of her friends are gonna pop by the studio tomorrow," Grooves explained.

Conductor looked up as the door to his office opened, an owl sticking their head in. 

"The last of us are heading home sir. Will you be as well?" They said. 

Conductor moved the phone away from his face, looking down at the stacks of drafted scenes on his desk. 

"You go home. I'll lock up later. Get some rest before tomorrow," Conductor instructed before holding the phone closer to him again. "Alright then, we'll see who the lass brings along tomorrow."

"Darling, are you still in the studio?" Grooves asked gently. 

Conductor let out a huff of air, skimming through the stack of papers. 

"It doesn't matter. It's my movie so I can work on it as much as I pecking want," Conductor swore, squinting distastefully at a drafted scene. 

"I cannae believe I let you put so many songs in here. Or that I let you make it centered around love." 

"Darling, I don't understand your problem with love! Love is a many, splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love," Grooves protested. 

"Please, don't start that again," Conductor complained.

"Fine darling but I'm coming to the studio and I'm bringing coffee. You'll fall asleep at your desk and we should be working on it together. That's the whole point of making a movie together," Grooves pointed out. 

Conductor let out a sigh, knowing it would be useless to argue with him. 

"Alright. But don't you dare put sugar in me coffee again."

It didn't take long for the other director to arrive, carrying a couple takeaway cups of coffee. 

The Conductor had moved to wait in the reception, shutting off most of the unnecessary power in the studio. It didn't matter if most of that was on the penguins' side.

"Finally! I was startin' ta wonder what took you so long," Conductor said as Grooves opened the door. 

The penguin laughed, the sound echoing in the near empty room. 

"Well darling, not all of us live in the studio or one of our most used sets," Grooves teased and Conductor scowled at him, grabbing one of the cups of coffee. 

"My train is my life! At least I'm not obsessed with disco," he argued before downing most of his coffee. "Well at least yer remembered no sugar this time." 

"Darling I always remember you don't like sugar in your coffee. But it's hilarious to see the face you make when you realise your coffee has sugar," Grooves explained with a chuckle. Conductor scowled up at him before beginning to walk to his office. 

"I'll make sure ta leave the sugar outta your coffee," Conductor grumbled under his breath. "With yer stupidly tall shoes, 'n' your sunglasses, 'n' your disco movies." 

"What was that darling?"

"Nothin'." The Conductor opened the door to his office, immediately moving to scan the notes he'd made on his desk. "We've got so many roles left to cast. Plus we need to organise the choreography for the big dance numbers. Like in Satine's first entrance." 

He drank the rest of his coffee before sitting down at his desk.

"Yeah, about that, where are we going to get a trapeze from?" Grooves asked, sitting down across from the Conductor. 

"We're directors. We'll buy one."

"Oh, good point."

"As I was sayin', Satine's entrance will need some expert choreography and we need the entire costume department to get fitting the extras with suits and dresses," Conductor continued. "We'll need a big set but I think one of the rooms on the Express will do nicely."

"You do know I've never been on your train before, right darling?" Grooves pointed out. 

"Ah. Well. Once we sort out the main cast, then we can figure out what things we're filming in my train." Conductor shrugged. "We need to find two good singers who are fine with playing lovers. It cannae be that hard." 

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How does your muse answer their phone? Do they get nervous or panic if they hear it ring? Do they answer it immediately or let it ring out? How do they greet the person on the other end?

If they hear a song they like what do they do? Do they tap their foot? Quietly dance? Nod their head? Etc.

Which of their five senses are the strongest? For example, are they usually the first person to smell something rotten? Are they the first person to see something across the street? Etc.

What little superstitions do they carry out?

How do they talk to small kids? Is their tone demeaning? Do they go down to their level? Do they feel at ease?

II Minor Details About The Muse– Ask Meme // ACCEPTING

How does your muse answer their phone? Do they get nervous or panic if they hear it ring? Do they answer it immediately or let it ring out? How do they greet the person on the other end?

With a simple "What?". The Joker probably never gets nervous about anything, but he does get annoyed when his burner phone rings, especially if it's a call from Harley (meaning 'irrelevant') or one of his henchmen giving him information or asking him for further instructions. He doesn't miss phone calls and picks up immediately, but he's usually brief and hangs up fast. However, if he calls and it's a part of his brilliant and chaotic plan, that's where he gets creative...

If they hear a song they like what do they do? Do they tap their foot? Quietly dance? Nod their head? Etc.

answered here

Which of their five senses are the strongest? For example, are they usually the first person to smell something rotten? Are they the first person to see something across the street? Etc.

The sixth sense. His intuition. The way he can see and read people. Like an open book. See them for who they really are and figure out their weaknesses so he can easily manipulate them and even completely damage or break them just for the heck of it. Needless to say, that his other senses are perfect as well.

What little superstitions do they carry out?

If you're good at something, never do it for free. (S)laughter is the best medicine. A laughter a day keeps a doctor away. Can't rely on anyone these days, you gotta do everything yourself. Whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you stranger.

How do they talk to small kids? Is their tone demeaning? Do they go down to their level? Do they feel at ease?

The Joker hates small kids. So he doesn't really talk to them, except maybe in hostage situations, when he wants to make a show in front of his audience, he might approach a kid or try to take it away from a terrified parent to further rattle their nerves or settle even more panic. Or he would give a kid a gun saying it was a toy and ask him to fire it in the crowd or something equally terrifying. If he does happen to have a conversation with a child, his tone will be mocking and sarcastic, of course.

[briarpatch-kids]

I’ve seen a lot of your posts about Tay and was wondering how you became one of his online carers, like how you met his parents and him? I guess I’m just curious about what it means to be ‘friends’ with him in the sense that it’s not an equal relationship. I guess I’m not sure how you bond with someone in that scenario, or maybe that isn’t the point? Sorry if this isn’t phrased well, English is my second language. thank you

So first off, Tay's been getting some weird sexual asks again lately, so I'm going to be vague so I don't give a predator instructions on how to groom him. This isn't saying you're a predator, just that I don't want to tell people how to get close to someone vulnerable when stalkers are potentially watching.

Basically I started following his blog a long time ago because he had opinions on autism I hadn't heard before and saw people kept trying to parent him and lecture him in the comments when like... that's not their job. So I started commenting things when he'd fight with his sister about how I argued with my siblings when i was his age too, and it really sucked and it was okay to be upset. You know, normal stuff you tell a 14-15 year old when they hate the world and their parents and anyone who looks at them the wrong way because being 15 is the worst. Eventually he followed my blog and I had to get my shit together ASAP because "oh shit a kid is looking up to me. I better be worth looking up to" (Tay literally made me a better person this way)

That time period was uncomfortable for me for a while because he would have emergencies and I couldn't do anything about it because I had no way of contacting his family and I also didn't want him to think it was safe to DM adults on Tumblr because there are a LOT of creeps online. Eventually his mom messaged me to say that she needed help and Tay said I was his best friend, I seemed like i was a good responsible adult, and could she have my email so we can discuss this further? I told her about my physical limitations and that I might need to step back if I can't handle it, but that I'm already online frequently because of them so I'd be happy to help her when I can. (And how it was a huge relief to be able to contact someone when he asked or needed me to) We email and update each other on our lives and I consider her a friend of mine, at the very least a fond penpal. We have very different lives, she's an educated and very dedicated housewife with two autistic kids and I'm a transgender crippled college dropout who contemplates stealing feral ducks from the local pond, but at the core we want the same things and get along really well because of it.

My role with helping Tay is answering more complicated questions in a way that doesn't get him doxxed or hurt, telling his mom when he needs help, and just kind of being there when he needs a friend. What I get out of the relationship is the same things I get out of my other friendships, I get to watch him grow into an amazing person and be there along the way.

When we chat, I always make sure to give him the Tay safe version of things, but if he knows I'm having a bad day he'll try to help me feel better and it's really sweet. The other day, I forgot to hide some petty internet drama from him, so he told me that they were a bad person for making me upset and I shouldn't listen to them. (Which helped get me out of the drama loop yay!) So, while I have to take a lot of care and thought to making sure he's supported and safe and gets the version of events that are appropriate for him, it's not a one sided friendship where I'm only hanging out with him because I have to or something. We were friends before I was a helper because I think he's a good friend.

He's a cool guy who likes to hunt for mushrooms in his yard and hear about nature and how stuff like spinning wool works. I end up taking a lot of photos of stuff throughout the week to show him because he loves hearing about flowers at the farmers market or how I saw a cat in a baby carriage at the pond.

[thebrownssociety]

For Pepé Le Pew, Wile E. Coyote, and Roadrunner, please

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

34. How they react when they are feeling angry

37. What they really think about themselves

2: A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

Wile.E - Despite being a Toon he's not massively keen on kids. It's because they're quite spontaneous and Wile.E finds that stressful to deal with. There's a reason he teaches at university/college level.

He's very good with his own son, I should point out. Calamity. And he's very good with his nephew Lil Beaper. He understands the pair of them well and it helps that they're both very intelligent. Also it helps that Calamity lives with him and Lil Beaper sees him practically every few days, so they're very used to him.

Since having Calamity he's read a lot of parenting books and tries to follow their instructions. Obviously that doesn't always work though, which inevitably gets Wile.E frustrated. Over the years though - and with help, support and guidance from Roadie, Scratchansniff and the rest of the LT's - he's gotten more confident. Also helps that Toons in general have a culture that's very much 'it takes a village to raise a child' mentality.

Pepe - He's a coffee drinker, not a tea drinker. He HATES tea with a passion and, if he has to drink it to be polite, will either find a plant to subtlety throw it into or let it go cold, then say it's 'undrinkable' and throw it away.

With the invention of Microwaves that's scuppered his plans a bit, as the host will sometimes say. 'Would you like me to heat it up for you?'

So Pepe has to go. "Oh...non. It'z fine. I'll do it." And then he's got to find a way to accidently-on-purpose throw it away. The other LT's know he doesn't drink tea though, so it's only some of the Disney Tunes that try to serve it him.

Roadrunner - He's really good with kids. All kids. They love him and like to follow him round and ride on his back. [This is for kids under 5, I should point out.] Baby's reach out for him, toddlers try and hug him [and sometimes pluck him, depending on how motor-controlled they are] and he's got a long line of kids that he babysits. It's a good way to make money when not filming.

As you might imagine he's really good with his own kid - Lil Beaper - and his nephew [Calamity.] Although as they've got older they now think he's embarrassing and try to distance themselves from him. [Watching your dad/uncle give random kids piggy-backs is embarrassing once you hit 13, apparently.]

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

Wile.E - He's convinced he isn't really clever. Sure he can speak multiple languages, invent things that most others wouldn't even consider to be possible and is actually a teacher, but there's always other people better than him. He's really hard on himself and covers it up with a smug exterior. It cracks occasionally - especially in moments of high stress - but he pulls himself back together easily and most Toons just think it's a strange glitch. He tries to push it down because if he thinks about it to much he gets depressed and anxious.

Pepe - He wishes he fought in the war. He's seen the effects it's had on the other toons and feels a bit useless because he can never properly understand what they went through and so when they freak out or have a severe flashback or something, he has no idea what to do. Obviously he's not going to voice this because he knows it sounds insane.

Roadrunner - He's actually really open with himself and doesn't really have secrets. The main thing he's worried about that he won't voice is that Wile.E will die via blowing himself up or something. It's hard for most toons to discuss death because - they're toons, they're not going to die. Not that there's any evidence that they don't just have long life spans...ok that's enough thoughts for now. Let's go for a run. [He runs a lot to take his mind of his dark thoughts]

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

Wile.E - He sees Scratchansniff about his anxiety and feelings of being inferior. They've made progress actually and Wile.E has a couple of strategies now for dealing with this. Writing down his feelings and keeping a log of inventions that have worked and haven't to refer back to and why. Contrary to what is shown on screen most of his inventions DO work.

Pepe - He sees Scratchansniff about his feelings regarding his stink and his being dropped from the show. He's developed depression over the years and has been issued Toon Medication for him to help fight it.

Roadrunner - Roadie doesn't really see a therapist. If anything he's someone that over people end up confiding in because he's sometimes seen as not being very intelligent because he doesn't really talk. So other toons that aren't the Looney Tunes sometimes just rant at him or want to talk to him about something. He kinda falls into those situations though. He runs through Toon World and has met nearly every Toon in the world, if only briefly.

He does sometimes wonder if he should see Scratchansniff about his fear of Wile.E dying, but always talks himself out of it.

34. How they react when they are feeling angry

Wile.E - He'll go away and plan inventions to kill them with. He's got a notepad that he calls his 'Murder-Pad' [Please change the name Wile.E, Roadie says. He doesn't.] filled with ideas that he will never actually make a reality, but he likes to look at them and remind himself that he COULD make them if he wanted to. He's also a ranter and will find someone he trusts [usually Roadie. Sometimes Sylvester or Speedy if Roadie's not about.] and rant at them for ages.

Pepe - He'll either deliberately activate his stink so whatever's annoying him goes away or he'll remove himself from the room to calm down. He likes time to himself to calm down - other people being around just aggravates him further normally. [Penelope is a bit of an exception but even she leaves him alone if he's REALLY angry] Thing about Pepe though is he's quite calm and hard to annoy, so if he IS annoyed something major has occurred.

Roadrunner - Goes for a run. Literally outrunning his problems. He doesn't really yell or shout, but will occasionally burst into a rhyme-rant [literally rants in rhyme]. Occasionally if he's in the rare position of wanting to get someone away from himself or someone he cares about he will kick out with one of his legs and that tends to ward them off.

37. . What they really think about themselves

Wile.E - See 16.

Pepe - He thinks he's an outdated Toon who clinging onto the success of the Looney Tunes as a whole rather than him individually. He's also thinks other Toons won't see past his stink and it's part of the reason why he doesn't really socialise out of the Warner Brothers circle.

Roadrunner - He does wonder if he's trying hard enough to be sociable and friendly with toons other than Wile.E. He thinks he's a little bit shyer than other Toons would say he is. He also thinks he's not a good enough brother to Wile.E [they were created on the same date, so technically considered 'twins' by Toon standards] despite the fact that he often goes up and beyond to help Wile.E out and the coyote himself has said that Road Runner is the best brother he could ever ask for.