#no children were harmed

[maybmila]

Poor kid

[k00242882]

Please turn on volume.

The Swing.

I added some audio to the video.

I used the free Audacity app to blend the different audio.

Audio was taken during the summer out in the garden.

I edited it in Clip Champ because I could not get my head around Adobe Premier Pro.

[brownibai]

I remember When I was 9 I crashed out so bad that I beat up my pregnant auntie but the baby survived Ian kill nobody

[mollysunder]

There is a theory that the way children play serves as a means to simulate and prepare them for the tasks they'll take on as adults. So for all the narrative weight both Jinx and the story give the boxing machine at the arcade it would never have prepared her or the kids to take on Piltover.

What are the two things that Piltovans excel at over their Zaunite counterparts to keep the hierarchy? Weapons and technological development.

When you look at the way Piltovans invest in their children, they don't prioritize hand to hand/melee combat training. Piltovans focus on giving their children experiences in handling firearms, a pursuit that is both leisure sport for the wealthy and a key offense against dissenting Zaunites.

And from the show notes even Jayce, whose family occupies the upper middle class, was sent on educational excursions across Runeterra to explore the world and learn what it had to offer. Without Jayce's education abroad he would never have been inspired to pursue the concept hextech.

It's no wonder that the two figures that are set to be Piltover's biggest threats from Zaun are Jinx and Viktor, becasue they engaged in the same kinds of games and activities as their Piltovan counterparts.

Jinx didn't have an entire forest preserved to help her practice her sharpshooting like the high houses of Piltover, but she did excel in the few games at The Rift (the arcade) that built on her talents. She's the only Zaunite thus far who's long distance offensive is a strong counter to Piltover's forces.

Viktor couldn't travel the world like Jayce did, but for better or worse he managed to stumble into an opportunity to get real opportunity in research not offered to his peers through Singed. It was through that experience that Viktor knew to turn to Singed when he was at the end of his rope, and the consequences of that will be fully realized in season 2.

Ironically, the kind of skill the boxing game champions is only good for keeping other Zaunites in line. Vander's days of fighting Piltover were way behind him when we first met him, and Vi spends season 1 primarily fighting other Zaunites. It's no surprise the Zaunites who embody the old ideal of strength in Zaun that the game portrays, Vi and Vander, are largely at the mercy of Piltover and end up collaborating with them to avoid further harm.

Zaun's future as an independent city-state couldn't happen if they stuck to their old ideals. The people who stand a chance against Piltover are the ones that not only succeed but excel at playing Piltover's games against them.

[bethanydelleman]

Something I think about a lot is how in Frozen, Elsa and Anna's parents really wanted to do what was best for their daughters and they tried their hardest but they still got it terribly wrong. They tried to follow the expert advice and failed.

It makes me think of how all of our parents probably failed us in some way, more likely if you were neurodiverse or queer, and how I may be failing my own kids, but the intentions are entirely pure. The parents in Frozen wanted their kids to be safe and happy, they loved those girls to death, but they didn't know how to meet their needs effectively. The best advice at the time or maybe what they learned from their parents was dead wrong. And in Anna's case, it's more about how when one child takes up a lot of time and energy, another may be left neglected unintentionally. Parents with a high needs children and typical children cannot help this, a lot of them can't afford adequate help (in this case, they isolated Elsa for safety and Anne was forced to be isolated too).

The harm and pain matters, but I think the intention does too. If a parent did harm from a sincere wish to do good, it's very different from malicious abuse. Anna and Elsa's parents really wanted to do the right thing.

(I'm not saying anyone deserves to be forgiven, just that I feel a lot of pity for parents who try their very best but get it completely wrong. Also, that "wise" Troll gave super vague advice and I blame him primarily for how Elsa was raised)

[qoldenskies]

i just have beef with tales of the hidden city cause it's like ... would you rather have Second Hand Embarrassment The Episode, the episode that's about fucking Racial Profiling towards an already heavily adultified black-coded character, nuclear family propaganda that comes down to "well he made us so we should be GRATEFUL to him" (seriously what the hell even was that), or leo vibing for 11 minutes 😭😭😭😭

[reonnex]

This scene with a funny text-post I found (edited the type of bird)

[sandersstudies]

Me: *to another team leader* Wow first day of camp is going great :) Kinsley cried every day but one last year and she hasn’t cried once today, even when she lost musical chairs :)

*World’s loudest crash in the next room, glass shattering, ten pairs of little Crocs springing down the hallway*

Me: … I shouldn’t have said anything.

[mha-quotes-and-such]

Midnight, texting: Did you know you left your car running on idle outside of UA?

Aizawa: Yeah my cat is in there. I couldnt bring her in but she needs the AC on and likes the radio playing

Midnight: Thats a terrible idea, I’m taking her out and staying with her

Midnight: …Are you aware Shinsou is also in the car?

Aizawa: Yes, leave him in there. Just crack the window he’ll be fine

[lez-bichi-lover]

◇ Odd weaponry choice ◇

[transmascutena]

"erm actually this teenager is just as bad as the adult who is grooming them because they sometimes act according to the horrible things they've been taught and have been offered no alternate perspective on" <- how some of you sound when talking about rgu

[wineaunt420]

It was low-key so hot when in the second batman live action, Cillian Crane said "I said my drugs would take you places, I never said they would be places you'd want to go"

I need Btaa scarecrow to say precisely those lines now because he is essentially Cillian crow just fan fitted to be more accurate.

(Huge ass massive character rant in the tags lol, I LOVE JON SO SO SO SO SO MUCH)

[brionysea]

allison and five are actually fascinating to write together. allison is the sibling for checking on people and asking in plain english if they're okay but five would literally rather bleed out than show a shred of vulnerability

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Color viewing himself as a walking graveyard

[petrichorium]

pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏

warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!

he dreams about her.

it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.

and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.

she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.

her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.

he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.

she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.

but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.

it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.

his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.

you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?

but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.

he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.

he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.

[vapefeare]

Don’t let an autistic Simpsons fan be your child’s teacher or else a Character may appear in your child’s art project