#not u tho only children

[averygayplant]

The eldest children just want an older sibling of their own, the middle children want to be only children, and the youngest want to be the oldest child.

...Shit, bro, you could make big money on fucking all the target demographics if you wrote a book about that

[socialbunny]

 Skip has always found a way to work through his problems and turn them around with relative ease, but the sudden death of his wife, Brandi, has brought his mostly carefreeness towards his children  to a stand-still. With two freshly traumatized children and a newborn under his belt, can Skip juggle turning his shitty ass life around for his family, or will he crumble under the weight of his past mistakes?

Darleen hasn’t been the same since her husband, Darren, died, though she’d be quick to argue with you if you said anything of the sort. She’s FINE! She misses her husband, undoubtedly, but she’s not going to let that very, very, very tiny thing wreck her whole life, and she’s not going to let people give her grief about ANYTHING. Sure, she got fired from her job a few months back and hasn’t made any strides to find a new one, and she’s losing touch with her son as she goes and squanders all her responsibilities by partying and drinking on par with younger years, aaaaaaaaaaaaand the almost obsessive idealistic crush she’s developed on her neighbor is clouding the second half of her judgment, but she’s bounced back from worse and knows everything’s going to come up Darleen :) …………. hopefully

[caterinaofsiena]

my dark vanessa | supernatural | mysterious skin

[chemicalarospec]

my favourite part of Death Note is that it's an excellent critique of how ridiculous and horrible police/policing ideology/punitive justice is when taken to its natural conclusion/extreme, but the old man writing it absolutely did not have that in mind -- as evidenced by the fact that he had the Good Normal Police take down This Unhinged Freak Who Thinks We Should Kill Criminals (tho tbf I do think it's a pointed critique of the death penalty - "it's still murder even if they're death row criminals" like it's not spelled out but it's pretty obvious the death penalty is murder too then. But the author kinda gives up on acknowledging the normal "justice" system isn't 100% prefect by the end). like I'm not 100% certain but I do think Light's dad was just made a policeman for plot convenience & possibly to explain why criminals take up so much space in Light's head, not because the Kira's ideology could only be developed by the child of a cop. (L would have used that as evidence it was the case.) Also the author said Mr. Cop Father is good.

[supranatra]

Maybe the real final fantasy is the 7 friends we made along the way

Uncolored (+ unbloodied ver.) below (i hate coloring)

[giantkillerjack]

Uh-oh! You are like, SOOO awkward!!

You're so awkward that it is occasionally mildly uncomfortable for people!

You're so awkward that sometimes people are confused by you and then there are awkward silences!

You're so awkward ...... that ultimately no one is harmed!!

Oh damn!!! What a vile crime you have committed! What an unforgivable thing it is to make a fellow human briefly confused!

Why, if *I* were ever briefly confused and kind of uncomfortable as a result, I'd be devastated.... by the absolute net zero change in my happiness and health! - From which I might never recover!! Yes indeed! No punishment can ever be enough for you!!

So you better absolutely hate yourself for it.

Better be SO MEAN to yourself about every single missed social cue so you don't forget your horrible crime! Meaner than you'd ever dream of being to someone else for the same thing! This is YOUR responsibility!

You need to show the world that you KNOW you are bad by punishing yourself constantly! After all, think of all the people who BENEFIT from you punishing yourself! - No, really! Think about it! Think about who benefits from your pain.

Think of alllllll the definitely-good people that your definitely-necessary self-torment definitely helps! I mean, you can't just cut off their definitely-life-sustaining supply of your suffering, right?? Sure, everyone else has a breaking point, but you're probably the only person in human history who doesn't, right? Best not to question it probably. Sure, it's a symptom that billions of people with trauma have had, but who knows? You could be a one-in-seven-billion exception. Anything's possible!

Instead, better just accept that idea that bullies carry like guns in holsters - the idea that people who have trouble with social cues deserve to suffer. Better carry on the burden they placed on you until you drop. Aid the cause of the callous by enforcing shame and suffering upon yourself extra hard; try your best to do their work for them. They're very busy.

Better not recognize that you need patience and kindness to heal from your trauma. Better not find out that it was trauma rather than personal weakness filling your head with self-hating thoughts. Better not find out it wasn't your fault.

Better not find out that awkwardness is not inherently harmful or unkind, and, in fact, the people who act like it is *are the ones enacting harm and being cruel.*

Better not get righteously angry when you realize just how much unnecessary damage this has done to you. After all, if you get mad, you might realize you deserve better. You might even feel brave enough to DEMAND better! You might build boundaries that keep you safe! You might make other people think they deserve to feel safe too! And we obviously can't be having that, so...

Better not show yourself even a little kindness a little bit at a time.

Better not make a habit out of it after all that practice.

Better not get confident.

Especially if you can't first wipe out every trace of awkward. (And you probably never will. Because people who experience absolute social certainty at all times tend to be insufferable assholes that enforce the status quo. And you just don't have the stock portfolio for that.)

Better not be confident and awkward because then you might confuse and delight people

- you might accidentally end up making other people feel less shame for their social difficulties

- you might make isolated, traumatized, and shy people feel like they deserve to be included in social situations

- you might even make them feel they can be themselves around you

- you might start loving the effect you have on a room

- you might enjoy conversations more

- you might forgive yourself and bounce back from shame more easily and frequently

- you might come to enjoy some of those moments of harmless confusion you cause because NOBODY expects the Confident Awkward, and that can genuinely be an advantage in social situations

- you might stop apologizing so much.

- you might find that socializing is like a video game: it requires practice but also a safe space for it to be fun and positive.

Or if you can't become assertive and confident, better not remain awkward and shy and quiet, and then love and forgive yourself anyway!

Why, it would be carnage!!

In either scenario, you run the risk of finding out that it's not your fault that safe spaces full of kind people can be really hard to find, create, and nurture. You could end up building a skillset that helps you do those things if you're not careful!

If you start giving yourself even the tiniest amount of grace at a time, you will find that you've accessed a gateway drug with extreme long-term side effects:

- You might realize that it was never your fault that it took so long to like yourself.

- You might realize that you were always worth talking to, even when you didn't like yourself and communication felt impossibly difficult.

- You might realize that you'll still be worth talking to even if communication becomes harder as you age and/or experience disability.

- You might come to know that you deserve to be heard even on bad days when words come slow and blurry.

You might discover that you were always deserving of kindness, first and foremost from yourself.

So. As you can see, it's FAR too much of a risk to start granting your awkward self free pardons for your many heinous and harmless crimes. Better to just leave it there.

[froschli96]

me looking at Altaïr in AC: Rebellion:

[gxlden-angels]

RUBY FRANKE AND JODI HILDEBRANDT SENTENCED TO 4 TO 60 YEARS IN PRISON LETS GOOOOO

[veunho]

Playing Elnea kingdom as if Knights and Scholars are sort of like nobility, and trying to figure out arranged marriages between them (and also my character) on first gen to get the best talent odds on future generations is a NIGHTMARE

[rafent]

To say Griss was bad at gift-giving would be an understatement (unless, of course, the gift involved pain. For him. And then he was half decent at it on a good day). He'd never put any value on doing things like that for other people, and the thought of giving up something that belonged to him - or going out of his way to get something - out of the goodness of his heart made his skin crawl. That wasn't to say that he didn't know how receiving a gift felt, but everything had a string attached, so he'd grown up snatching things so fast the strings snapped. Gratitude was foreign to him, too.

But Lord Rafal was no ordinary person, and Griss had decided the moment he opened the little bag the dragon had given to him months ago that he'd pay him back somehow. He'd learned the date of his birth only recently, surprised as he often was whenever Zephia spoke of age by the fact that he even had one, which left him little time to prepare. Not that Griss ever prepared for anything, but he knew Lord Rafal would be able to tell if he half-assed it, and he took some degree of care to not insult a fell dragon.

The blade of the carving knife slid across the callouses of his left palm, not quite kissing softer skin, still indecisive about whether to cut. Griss straddled a bench in the long-emptied dining hall under the flicker of candlelight, bent over and studying the lines in his hand. Beside him, the table boasted numerous cuts fanned out in some erratic pattern where he'd spent the majority of his jittery energy stabbing the knife between his fingers. He wasn't nervous. He didn't know he was, anyway.

The creaking door echoed through the hall and his head snapped up, grinning mask falling right into place. His guest had arrived, and he stood to meet him with knife still in hand.

"You made it." A hint of doubt, just barely. The dragon probably had better things to do. Griss offered his hand, the edge of the knife pressed into skin.

"So you got options today. First one's blood." And this was the one Griss was clearly most excited for. Brows raised when he bumped his hand a little closer. "We'd give our blood to Lord Sombron on-- well, every day, but especially on holidays. And I'm pretty sure your birthday would've been a holiday if you'd lived in my world. Couldn't get ya any royal blood without getting kicked outta the monastery, but it's not gonna hurt my feelings if my blood's not good enough. 'cause I also got this--" He turned halfway toward the table and the knife became a glint of light as he swung it to underscore the spread he'd procured.

"I didn't know which one you liked best, so I got the chef to cook up all the desserts on the menu. Took a lotta persuasion, but I knew she had sense. Hehehe." Everything from cakes, to pies, to cookies and macarons, to chocolate-covered fruit decorated the table, not laid out in any particularly pleasing way, but they all certainly looked fresh regardless. The knife point stopped at a corked bottle sitting at the end, and Griss led Lord Rafal over to it with more enthusiasm than his presentation of the desserts.

"Or this." He set the knife down to lift the dark bottle with both hands, clearly proud of it. "Got this as a thank-you for a job a while ago. Fancy stuff. I've been savin' it, but it's all yours now. So--" He looked up expectantly. "What'd'you think? An offering worthy of a fell dragon? You can carve me up with that knife if it's not. I made sure it was nice 'n sharp."

[// lord above sorry for the length]

It was not often, or really at all, that others summoned him to a location mysteriously preordained, unmarked by specifics and clear reasons. For such a lure to find its source in Griss of all people, Rafal's ignorance of the sights entered into was ergo wholly sincere. A room wadded full with the smell of mouthwatering sweets, lit by candlelight and replete with preparations in its illuminated shadows. He pretended especially that these implications did not thrill him. That disappoint the other man certainly did not.

". . .Punishments and blood holidays will be rejected." Immediate rejection, naturally, once recovered from wide, traveling eyes with nose wrinkled for further solidity of askance and brutal honesty. Those ideas were more to Griss' favor and even to Father's. Tonight was his eve of celebration and his flourish of hand pointed out the largesse that spelled his preference. "—but these are more acceptable. These are worthy offerings, enough to earn a place among the altars of Gradlon's finest temples."

A lengthier process of thought collapsed next, unfurling on a look almost distracted. Mumbled, worked, and smoothed past its invisible kinks. "Food and libation, a follower, only the setting leaves something to be desired. A temple this place is not, but with enough imagination. . ."

Words tapered off from a thought that would never finish; that would remain privy and consigned to the buried place it came from. Immersion was the true gift, wasn't it? To Rafal it surely was; one who had not been fashioned subject to ostentatious worship during his time. While Fell Dragons were showered with reverence only the true ones enjoyed lavish offerings - not failures with human forms alone that other children of god disdained. That truer humans took notice of, too.

Demeanor brightened, realizing the giddy makings of a destiny that could be worn for one night. He settled himself onto the bench in what could only be determined favorable reception, one leg crossed over the other. With that a lordly air; with that, not all masks worn with intent to deceive. Not all games of pretend condemned as harmful delusion. "Your provision of worship is most satisfactory to me, Griss. You may rejoice. I will accept it; all of it, and all of you."

But worship wasn't perfectly fulfilled in the absence of fawning eyes, mouths, and ovations. Without an audience readied to awe and vaunt at a dragon's every action. "Pour me a drink. I would be pleased further to celebrate me—" he gestured, commanded, and this time finished for that thought even if silently. Hopefully. Together, with the depletion of a sumptuous bottle to mark their time.

[heliianth]

every adult in naruto is like actually incompetent. i know this is a running theme for most teen media bc its an empowerment fantasy so adults kind of have to be useless but in naruto adults can Do Things Well so it gives u an inkling that theyll be responsible. only for it to die like a daisy in summer

[socialbunny]

love how right after having beau, brandi and skip got pregnant got AGAIN and he straight up died right after 🙄 hes so fake for that

[2024skin]

Thinking about the gay Mormon kid I met in middle school and how all the other Mormons were convinced he was gay-faking and actually straight

[featherdawn]

I've expressed how I don't like the whole wally x y/n thing the fandom has going on but the more I think about it the more,,, uncomfortable it gets on my head

like, not as a self shipping thing, if ur in love with wally go fuckin nuts! I'm more talking about how like, y/n has become a character in the fanon

which firstly, who exactly is y/n supposed to be, in wallys eyes? it seems the person his voice messages are directed to is the playfellow workshop employee, and it's possible he doesn't know that that person is not us, the outsiders viewing but entirely uninvolved with the restoration. if he does know we're separate, then it's most likely he views us as the audience for welcome home. the thoughts of an adult character having a crush on the target audience of a young children's show is,,, uncomfortable.

even ignoring all that, and assuming he knows us as 1. not the playfellow employee, 2. adults, and 3. as multiple separate people (which throws another wrench into this. which one of us is y/n? is he just seeking the world's largest polycule here?), it just feels. odd for his character to be in love with the viewer. in the show, he's supposed to be an audience surrogate, isn't he? why would he be in love with the very person/people he's supposed to represent? it doesn't make much sense from a storytelling perspective to me.

finally, he doesn't show any signs of being romantically interested in us lmao. the closest we get is an "I love you", which, congrats, a children's show character said they love you. that happens platonically all the time lol

this isn't meant to like. rain on anyone's parade or discourage ppl making wally x y/n content (a lot of it is really cute! despite my overall negative feelings on the ship, I still sometimes enjoy looking at yalls art, yall are talented <333), more just. express frustration with how ingrained it is in the fanon. people seem to treat it as canon and its not and it can be frustrating seeing it absolutely everywhere, yk?

[cerealmonster15]

i dont think i ever felt more annoyed at commercials than when those mean girls walmart ads were playing a few months ago or whenever that was

[autistic-katara]

the autistic urge to write ur blorbo having the most dramatic ass meltdown to make up for the fact that while ur overwhelmed asf and will probably spend the next few hours anxious-stimming at the very least u for some reason cant fully outwardly express allat so this is the next best (and safest) option