#telling your kid to go tell something to the other parent

[amphibianauthor]

This! I was also very very lucky to have similar parenting circumstances. I was raised with parents who treated me as a mini-adult that could be explained choices. I will say one of the requirements for this type of parenting style is to understand that your child might be smarter than you in some areas or ask questions you feel like you should know and you don't. And you should be okay telling your child that you don't know something. That your own ego will be okay if you feel stupid.

Let me explain.

As a child, it was an established rule in my house that no questions are bad questions and my parents would ALWAYS answer questions as accurately (but age appropriate) as possible.* Questions were encouraged. If my parents couldn't answer a question right away they'd say something like "I'll answer once we finish x."

Questions were never a thing to be demonized in my house. Whenever I had questions/feelings, I always felt like I could go to my parents for advice or feedback without judgement. No matter the feelings we were allowed to question everything--from the rules they made, the reasoning behind said rules, why my parents were feeling a certain way, why grandparents might act specific ways, why I was being treated a certain way, I could question it and get an honest, truthful answer back. No passive aggressiveness ever either, No question was ever stupid in their eyes, genuinely. (There are too many teachers who say that exact quote and then give kids judgmental looks for asking things or being like 'well if you were paying attention to xyz')

Now, eventually your kid will ask you questions that might get under your skin or make you feel inferior because you feel like you don't know the answers. The trick is to be excited for them. That they are questioning the world and knowing things that interest them. (We don't get mad at a scientist for being smart in their expertise, those scientists were kids once!)

Like the other responses in this thread, by encouraging questions, I never felt like I was being interrogated when I made a bad choice (I personally didn't make many) because I could explain the reasoning behind it and talk about the reasoning why I chose that action, and what natural consequences might be waiting for me.

Another technique my parents employed was the voluntary 5 minute timeout. Anyone in my family at any moment when they felt upset or angry could announce that they needed a 5 minute break and then go get space to cool down.** (Yes even my parents did this at times, taking a 5 minute break) It was a respected thing, if you asked for space you got it. Sometimes the person would rejoin before the 5 minutes were up having cooled down, but after the 5 minutes people were allowed to check up on you and talk things through if things were wrong.

I can't tell you how useful it is to have an instant timeout button. It allows both parties the ability to recenter back to logic/reasoning if emotions run too high, and feel like you are never backed into a corner emotionally. You always have an out. You are praised/respected for understanding that your emotions might run high. Even with my anxiety I am not scared to ask for a break if I need it because it was modeled for me as a child.

Another one of my parents tricks: Using "I feel" statements. My mom pushed this especially, but the difference between 'you never do x!' (accusing, assuming things about the other person) and 'I feel like you never do x!' (communicating while showing your POV, gives the other person a chance to respond, overall less harsh) is a game changer. It focuses on empathizing with the person (letting them know your feelings and hopefully getting them to understand how you are seeing the world.)

*yes, all questions. I once asked my mom if 5 y/o me would have asked where baby's came from what she would tell me and she said she would literally did the 👉 👌 gesture with explanation of which sex had what body parts. I apparently never asked at that young though

**When I was really young, my parents would do the timeout thing as a 'hey, we see the rollercoaster of emotions is high, why don't you take a 5 minute break for space' and they would keep me in the same room but give me more space/or separate room with many checkups on me.

I am exceptionally lucky in that my parents never hit me, grounded me, confiscated my things, banned me from my hobbies or threatened any of these actions to make me behave as a kid. as an adult it has made me realise how very very long a road most people have to traverse before they can take a statement like 'no rule that must be enforced by threat is legitimate' seriously.

[imstillalexcomic]

This isn’t really meant to be a comic trashing my dad.

I do truly appreciate his commitment to education.  I do truly have a soft spot for his style of humor, which certainly influenced the development of my own.  I appreciate how he had this VHS-C camera that he was always bringing out and would let me use, sparking my love for movies and starting me on a path that led to me going to film school.

All those good things about him were real.

But so was the colossal amount of damage he caused.

If you happen to be a parent and are reading this right now, I’m going to ask that you consider this suggestion from a childless thirty-six year old:

You need to consider how you communicate with your child, and how communication doesn’t just mean the words that you use.

You’re telling your kids something with the foods you eat, the activities you engage in, etc…

…you communicate to your children with the media you consume.

The rhetoric against the trans community wasn’t as much in the spotlight when I was growing up, but every time my dad turned on the radio, he’d have my sister and I listen to the likes of Rush Limbaugh, or Sean Hannity, Mark Levin, etc…  One of the topics that’d come up frequently was queer people. 

Issues about Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, gay marriage, gay boy scouts…

The “gays” were an issue.  More than an issue really, they were a problem.  If someone was queer, these radio hosts were quick to villainize; “this teacher is going to turn their students gay,” “this troop leader is going to abuse his scouts,” you don’t want your kid to end up like that, do you?”

My dad would listen to these folks non-stop and nod along in agreement, all the while his extremely queer and aware of it child was sitting right behind him, listening to how she was some kind of monster.

So I hid. 

There could be no sharing about aspects of myself.  My parents would be listening to 770am or Fox News all the time.  If I share that I was queer, I’d be finished.  How couldn’t that be the case?  Every day they chose to listen to people that hate me, so they hate people like me. 

So I can’t let them know me.  I won’t let them know me.

Even though they never said that they hated queer people with their own words, they told me that they hated queer people every day with the media they chose, and in turn forced me to consume.

So again, if there are any parents reading this right now, consider my words.  Hate is a choice you make, and hate can be communicated with more than just words.

If for no other reason, you never know if that kid in the back seat is listening, listening to how you hate them.

[autixel]

It hurt. It hurt in a way I didn't feel I could justify. This person doesn't know me. Doesn't recognize me, but they could. They could know me. Remember us. Remember our lives. Then they'd know they'd be happy with me, but they're happy now. I felt like a creep watching my soulmate and their spouse and their two young children in the outside section of the Italian restaurant.

The children were squealing in joy, wistfulness scrunched in my face. My waiter was finally here, Valentine's Day made the place nearly packed and though I could see the wear in her eyes she had a lovely smile.

"Welcome to Katherine's, my name is Brianna, I'll give you a few minutes to look over the menu," she said as she poured ice water into the glass on the table and handed me the menu, it matched the fanciness of the restaurant.

"Thanks, Brianna," I smiled back. While Brianna didn't say anything about being alone on Valentine's Day I could see her fellow wait staff weren't so kind, an occasional glance my way and visuals of whispers between workers. I wonder what their soulmates were doing. How they'd feel that their destined loves were so rude. I knew my soulmate had a family. I've seen them post on facebook about memories of meeting their spouse, children's birthdays, anniversaries, the like. But I wanted to see it in person, I really don't like how that makes me seem like a stalker.

I stared at the writing on the menu, pieces of paper protected by plastic lined in faux leather, "KATHERINE'S" stamped in gold on the front, nearly unnoticeable stitching. Maybe I should get some meatballs to start, and the snapper seems good, not too expensive. Maybe some lemon sorbet to ice the emotional wounds. This is embarrassing. I heard myself sigh. Now knowing what I want I set down the menu, turning my gaze westward. It never gets old. Katherine's is set on the top of a tall hill overlooking the highway. The sky dazzled in streaks of pink and orange that blurred into dusty blue and darker as the eye trailed East. The unkempt grass swayed as the breeze picked up and slowed as it dropped. It felt good. This body likes the cold, though today is a little abnormally warm for February. This is part of the melancholy of remembering your past lives, remembering how things were. Some people get really weird about it, others get really sad, others get inspired to go for a different career. I watched a collected drop of condensation fall down the glass and absorb into the napkin acting as a coaster. I took a sip.

Brianna came back and I gave her my order and the menu back. I pulled out my phone, beginning to scroll Tumblr. The great thing about people who remember their past lives is that old media never really dies, I got really into now old Hollywood in my previous life and I can connect with other people across the world who also loved it, and new people too. I know there's a group of people out there who remember reading and hearing about Gilgamesh thousands of years ago. People have dedicated phrases and tells for their next life to pass on their belongings, there's an industry about keeping things for your future life. Though that isn't always guaranteed assuming that you realize yourself in your current lifetime and you have the ability to travel to where you died. I get an ad for forced past remembering pills. What great timing. I get a post about national politics. I continue scrolling, reblogging, waiting for the food.

And randomly I get a feeling of being watched, I glance up and—there's my soulmate, staring directly at me. There's a visual hint when a person is remembering their lives. For my soulmate it's unusual flickers of light in their eyes. Oh this isn't what I wanted. I see their spouse recognizes something is wrong and meets where my soulmate is looking. Their eyes squint in confusion and rising irritation. One of the kids asks what's wrong with their parent. They're adorable. The spouse thinks over their words, lips drawing into a line. They say something in hushed tones and the kid asks, "Remembering?" The spouse replies, "Yes, I can tell you more about it at home, eat your spaghetti, gotta have food in your belly."

My soulmate blinks, confused, makes eye contact with the spouse and back to me. I avert my gaze. Oh, Brianna, where are you and can I get that to-go actually. I hear whispers at the other table. A waiter walks by, not Brianna, and the spouse alerts them and says, "Excuse me, can we get some boxes?" The waiter says, "Sure, I'll be right back," walking back the way they came. One hand held my chin the other drummed fingers on the table. I'm so minding my business I'm so not here. I hear more from my soulmate's table,

"I'm not having an argument in public."

"I think I should talk to them."

"Oh, that random stranger is the love of your life? Past, present, future?"

In an attempt to watch I accidentally meet my soulmate's eyes, but I darted away again. Please, soulmate, do not interpret as an attempt at being coy and wanting to be chased.

"Hon', please."

"We'll talk later. Let's get these little guys home first."

My soulmate sighed in exasperation.

The waiter came back with boxes, leaving them with, "Have a good evening," the spouse said thanks. I could tell they were keen on getting out of Katherine's. The kiddos' food got quickly boxed up, the adults followed. The family started heading out, my soulmate at the back, their spouse in the front holding the hand of the younger kid. My soulmate stopped at my table, looking uncomfortable. They bit their bottom lip looking between me and their family.

"Go with them."

"Can I at least get your number?"

They quickly unlocked their phone, face recognition, then pulled up a new contact. Their face was tense, creasing in the brows, highlighting of their crow's feet, a slight pursing of their lips. I could feel my eyes soften. I already knew I couldn't say no to them.

"I don't think that's a good idea, but okay."

I took the phone, entering this body's name and phone number. I handed it back and my soulmate typed something. I got a text message from an unknown number.

"That's me..." They said as they raised a hand to the back of their neck. This body had a lopsided grin. It reminded me of the amount of times I've seen them like this over the lives.

"I think you should go."

"You're right, hey, uhm, I'll call you later?"

"Sure."

My soulmate waves goodbye and I smiled in turn. The sun was red orange over the horizon. The clouds shifting over into purple.

Brianna came back with the food.

"I'm so sorry about the wait."

"You're fine, you're fine. Everything's okay."

"Call me over if you need anything."

"Thanks, Brianna."

She smiled and went over to a different table.

At least the food was good.

You and your soulmate are stuck in a cycle of reincarnation, but you managed to find each other every single time. In this life, you finally managed to track them down… only to learn they started a happy family with someone else.

[woozinhos]

HI BABY I LOVED THE KID ASKING MINGYU FOR ANOTHER SIBLING

can u do the same req but w Joshua😭 I feel like that’s so him coded🩷💘💐

Notes: guys this fic slaps love it oh ma gawdddd I feel like I’m getting better at writing hehe

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It was a sunny afternoon, and you were lounging on the couch with Joshua when your daughter, Emily, came running up to you. She had a determined look on her face, and you could tell that she wanted something.

"Mommy, Daddy," she said, climbing onto the couch and snuggling between the two of you. "Can I ask you something?" You exchanged a glance with Joshua before nodding. "Of course, sweetheart," you said. "What is it?" Emily looked up at you with her big, innocent eyes. "I want a baby brother or sister," she said bluntly. "I'm tired of being an only child."

You and Joshua were both taken aback by her request. You hadn't expected her to ask for a sibling so soon. Joshua cleared his throat and spoke up. "Emily, having a baby is a big responsibility," he said gently. "And it's not something we can just decide on a whim." Emily pouted, clearly not satisfied with his answer. "But I want one now," she insisted. "All my friends have siblings and they're always playing together."

You could see that she was getting frustrated, and you knew you had to handle this delicately. You took Emily's hand in yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I understand that you want a sibling," you said. "But having a baby takes a lot of planning and preparation. It's not just about wanting one, it's about being able to take care of them." Joshua nodded in agreement. "Your mommy is right," he said. "But we'll talk about it, okay? Maybe we can have a family meeting later and discuss it more."

Emily seemed satisfied with that answer and snuggled closer to you, resting her head on your lap. You stroked her hair gently, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling inside you. Joshua leaned in and whispered in your ear. "She's getting so big," he said. "I can't believe she's already asking for a sibling." You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "I know," you whispered back. "It feels like just yesterday she was a little baby."

Emily looked up at you again, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Can I have a baby brother?" she asked. "I want a little brother to play with." Joshua laughed and ruffled her hair. "We'll see, sweetheart," he said. "But for now, let's focus on being the best big sister you can be." You felt a pang of guilt as you looked at Joshua. You knew that having another child would mean more responsibilities, but you also knew how much Emily wanted it.

"Hey," Joshua said, noticing your expression. "Don't worry about it too much. We'll figure it out together." You nodded again, feeling grateful for his support. "I know we will," you said, leaning in to kiss him.

Emily made a face at the display of affection, clearly not interested in seeing her parents kiss. "Eww, gross," she said, covering her eyes. You and Joshua laughed and pulled away from each other, your attention returning to Emily. "Alright, enough about siblings," you said. "What do you want to do today?" Emily thought for a moment before grinning. "Can we go to the park?" she asked. "I want to play on the swings!"

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You and Joshua were lying in bed, the room dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Emily was fast asleep in her room, leaving the two of you alone. Joshua turned to you, a sly smile on his face. "So," he said, tracing patterns on your arm. "About what Emily asked us earlier..."

You groaned and buried your face in the pillow. "Don't remind me," you mumbled. "I can't stop thinking about it." Joshua chuckled and pulled you closer to him, his chest pressed against your back. "It's okay," he said, his breath hot against your ear. "I've been thinking about it too." He began to kiss your neck, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses down to your shoulder. You shivered at his touch, feeling a familiar heat starting to build inside you.

"We could start practicing," he whispered, his hand sliding up your thigh. "You know, just in case." You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan as his hand continued to move higher. "You're insatiable," you said, arching your back against him. Joshua chuckled again, his fingers now tracing the waistband of your pajamas. "Only for you," he replied, his voice huskier than before.

He nipped at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Come on, baby," he whispered. "Let me take care of you." You turned around to face him, your eyes dark with desire. "Okay," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Joshua claimed your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he pushed you onto your back. He settled between your legs, his body pressing you into the mattress.

His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you as if he hadn't touched you in ages. You moaned into the kiss, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. Joshua broke the kiss and began to kiss his way down your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. He continued down to your collarbone, his tongue tracing the line of your bra.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your skin. "So perfect." He reached behind you and unhooked your bra, tossing it aside and exposing your breasts to him. He immediately took one of them in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. You gasped and arched your back, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to lavish attention on your breasts. He moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment, before making his way down to your stomach. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pajamas and slowly began to pull them down, revealing your lace panties.

"These are new," he said, a smirk on his face. "Did you wear them for me?" You blushed and nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Yes," you admitted, your voice breathy. Joshua groaned and leaned down to kiss your stomach. "You're trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?" he asked, his lips brushing against your skin. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties as well and pulled them down, tossing them aside with your bra. He spread your legs apart and settled between them, his eyes roaming over your naked body.

"You're so wet for me," he said, his voice filled with desire. You felt yourself getting even wetter under his gaze, your body aching for his touch. "Please, Joshua," you begged, unable to form any coherent sentences.

He chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to your inner thigh. "Patience, baby," he said, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to take my time with you." He began to kiss and nibble on your thighs, purposely avoiding the one place you wanted him the most. You whimpered and tried to squirm away from him, but he held you down firmly.

"Be a good girl and stay still," he said, his tone commanding. You bit your lip and nodded, trying your best to keep still despite the growing frustration building inside you. Joshua continued to tease you, leaving love bites all over your thighs and hip bones.

He finally reached your core, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. "You're dripping," he said, his voice filled with awe. "I love how responsive you are to me." You let out a loud moan as his tongue makes contact with your clit, only to have it ripped away as he pulls back. You looked at him with pleading eyes, your body trembling with need.

"Please don't stop," you whimpered. "I need you." Joshua smirked and leaned back down, his tongue flicking out to tease your clit again. "I love it when you beg," he said, before diving in and sucking on your clit.

You cried out in pleasure, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as he ate you out. He sucked and licked at your clit with fervor, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you in place. He inserted two fingers into your wet pussy, curling them upwards to hit your g-spot. You moaned loudly, your hips bucking against his face as he continued to work you with his tongue and fingers.

"You taste so good," he groaned, his voice muffled against your pussy. "I could do this all night." You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your orgasm building with each thrust of his fingers and each flick of his tongue. You knew you weren't going to last much longer.

"Joshua, I'm gonna cum," you panted, your body tensing up in anticipation. He hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "Cum for me, baby," he said, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster. "I want to taste you when you come." With a few more flicks of his tongue and curls of his fingers, you came undone, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. You cried out his name, your back arching off the bed as you rode out your orgasm. Joshua continued to lap up your juices, his fingers slowing down as you came down from your high. He finally pulled away and looked up at you, a satisfied grin on his face.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You lay there, panting and spent, as Joshua moved up to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it only made you more aroused. He broke the kiss and nuzzled your neck, his hand gently stroking your side. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered in your ear. You watched as he removed his boxers, revealing his rock-hard cock. You bit your lip, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement.

He positioned himself between your legs again, his tip pressing against your entrance. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his eyes dark with desire. You nodded, your heart racing in your chest. "Yes, please," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Joshua slowly pushed into you, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls surrounding him. He gave you a moment to adjust before he started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first.

"You're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "You feel so good around me." You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you as he began to pick up the pace. He leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily. He angled his hips slightly, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You moaned into his mouth, your nails digging into his back as pleasure coursed through your body.

"I love being inside you," he whispered against your lips. "You're mine, Y/N. Only mine." You nodded again, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you. "Yes, I'm yours," you panted, your words interrupted by moans and gasps. He started to thrust faster, his hips snapping against yours with a bruising force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your moans and his grunts.

"Say my name," he demanded, his voice low and rough. "I want to hear you scream my name as you cum again."

"J-Joshua!" you cried out, your nails raking down his back as you felt another orgasm building up. "I'm close, please don't stop!" He grunted in response, his thrusts becoming even more erratic as he neared his own release. "I won't stop until you're a complete mess," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

With a few more powerful thrusts, you came undone again, your body trembling uncontrollably as you screamed his name. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, sending him over the edge as well. He buried his face in your neck, biting down on your shoulder as he came inside you, his hot seed filling you up. He rode out his orgasm, his hips still moving against yours as he pumped you full of his cum. You both collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted. Joshua rolled off of you, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he placed gentle kisses on your forehead and cheeks. "You did so good, baby," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "You took me so well." You snuggled into his chest, feeling completely satisfied and happy. "I love you, Josh," you mumbled, nuzzling your face against his skin. He smiled and kissed the top of your head. "I love you too, Y/N," he replied, his hand stroking your hair. "More than anything in the world."

You were about to say something when you suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you. You yawned and snuggled closer to him, too tired to form any coherent sentences. Joshua chuckled and held you tighter. "Looks like someone needs to get some sleep," he teased, amused by your tired state. Joshua smirked and ran his fingers through your hair, enjoying the way you were cuddling up to him.

"You're so cute when you're tired," he said, his voice filled with affection. "I guess I did dick you down pretty good, huh?"

[neunnnnnnn]

⋆｡˚୨My extraterrestrials experiences after shifting୧˚｡⋆

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extraterrestrials- "They are beings or life forms that originate from outside Earth, typically from other planets, moons, or even different galaxies."

Okay apparently they are Aliens and not Spirits or ghosts( That was my mistake, but I lowkey still think they are spirits.. atleast through my experiences)

One thing that surprised me was that extraterrestrials exist, it was one thing no one would convince me were real because it didn't make sense to me in anywayyy, I couldn't fathom how they were other beings like with flesh that existed with us but it changed after I first discovered shifting.

I'll mention 6 of them because there are honestly alot I could write a whole ass 20 pages and I'm not even kidding.

I WILL BE REFERING TO THEM AS "IT" or "THEY" BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THEY HAVE GENDERS.... well I honestly couldn't tell.

I assigned them names because why not, except from one who already had a name.

LONG POST AHEAD‼️

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Lina☾

I first met Lina when I 1st astral projected for the 1st time, I kid you not I was scared asf. And its understandable because I was still beleving that spirits and demons are scary and that I am going to die if I ever meet one. Lets just say I screamed myself back into my body and started going to church again😃. We met again after 2years because I was so scared that I did not attempt anything spiritual for 2 whole years!!.

I tried astral projecting again and they came to me as soon as I was exploring outside my room. Again I was scared asf but I kept telling myself that I was safe and in control. I tried speaking to them at first but they was just staring at me and I was starting to get uncomfortable and I wanted to leave but I didn't know if it was going to attack me or not.

As I started to leave they talked to me, but it was telepathic because... okay first of all it had no mouth but I could hear its voice in my head. ( and I have to add that it had no normal voice but it was like static? that's the only way I can describe it.)

Anyway they asked me where I was going to which surprised me because...wtf why would they ask me where I'm going. I was legit scared and was finding a way to leave and it said something that shocked me that I even made a post abt it ( The post).

I didn't get to answer them and they disappeared and I was brought back to my body. I have never seen them again and I would lowkey want to just to show it how much I've improved now😂.

2. Areꕤ

I am so sure she is a female because of the aura that she was emitting to me felt so safe and cuddly.

I met her after my first time shifting. I still remember that feeling that I had of not wanting to go back to my cr but at the same time fearing that I might miss my parents if I decide to just stay here, I went to bed in my reality and said my safeword but instead of returning to my cr I went straight to the void. I didn't fully understand what the void was at that time so I assumed I was dreaming or something.

I suddenly started feeling my surroundings changed and I was in a field, I told myself that I was lucid but it didn't quite feel like I was in a lucid dream but I knew deep down that I said that because I didn't want to scare myself.

I suddenly had that feeling that I wasn't alone and when I looked to my right she was there literally close to me that I screamed a little. I moved away a bit and I remember feeling safe even though she had scared me. She was actually really helpful, because I kept asking questions after questions and even asked her if she's been to earth and she said yes but she didn't stay because of how low vibrational it was😭. One thing I will never forget is when I asked her If I should permashift or not because at that time I was so desperate to leave my cr but I was scared to leave my family and she said, "Reality belongs to you and only you, wherever you go your loved ones will also be there with you" I cried my eyes out lmao but it honestly changed the way I viewed permashifting. I still am planning to but I am now not in a hurry.

I have seen her again and I last saw her last year at around the time I was taking a break from shifting.

3.Beau𓇼

This one was interesting and kind of playful and I'm glad that I got to meet them after I had gotten rid of my fears.

They were in my Lucid dream and it appeared after I tried making a portal to shift to my WR. I was a bit frightened because it kept on changing forms? like it would change into my mom then my s/o then my teacher, it was honestly confusing and I asked them what they wanted and that's when it changed into its original form. Idk what to say to them and I assumed that maybe they were friends or atleast knew Are. But it didn't because it looked at me like I was crazy when I asked them about her.

Anyway I didn't really know what to do so I just kept on exploring the dream while they were following me around. I had a feeling that it was a child like around 9years in human age but who knows. they ended up scaring me awake tho😂.

Oh and I've never seen them again.

4.Slay⚘.

This is a recent and when I say it was kind of mean. And it was when I astral projected. The minute I opened my eyes it was in my room, ofc it scared the living shit out of me that I "ran" (not really) out of my room and it kept on following me, and I just screamed at it to leave me alone. And it did but I was scared that I just went back to my body 😭✋🏾

5. Doe༊·˚

Appeared to me while I was in my 80s reality and told me that they knew I was not from this reality ( the 80s one) and I was ofc shocked to my coreee because I thought they were going to prevent me from going back to my cr🤦🏽‍♀️.

They were a bit talkative, they were asking me alot of questions from why I shifted, to my life in my cr and I was lowkey skeptical that they wanted the info to take it to the government( The movies that I've watched!!! Omg 😭) Anyway I was answering some questions and was also asking them some but they refused to answer some but they said that they approached me because they could tell that my soul had recently arrived there!!!, which was honestly fun to hear, like they can tell if someone shifted here!!?

Anyways I didn't see them again when I recently shifted to my 80s reality.

6.Yui♡

That was there name when I had asked. They came to me in a lucid dream as I was flying but they were impersonating my childhood friend. I easily noticed and told them to reveal its real form and they looked shocked that I easily found out, but at this point it was easy.

They refused and wanted to stay in that form and I was like okay, whatever makes you happy I guess. But I had a feeling that they wanted something because I honestly don't think they would approach you for the fun of it?

But yeah they continued to hang out around me which was weirding me out because it making me become aware that the place that I was... was in my mind, like it was making me become so aware I didn't like it and I woke myself up.

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Yeah I guess that's it ofc there are some that I didn't mention but I felt like these were the more interesting imo.

Shoutout to these beautiful people for asking me to make a post about it <3 ( @gonfreecs123) (@vwrtual )

I am happy to answer any questions you have🩷🩷

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[luesmainblog]

also, have we all genuinely forgotten when the internet largley WAS adult spaces with specific places carved out for kids?? it wasn't perfect, but it worked a hell of a lot better than it does now. as a kid growing up on the internet, I was well aware that the spaces i existed in were not FOR me, and that if i saw something that made me uncomfortable, it was my responsibility as an internet user to go somewhere else. we were taught internet safety regularly by both our parents and the schools, which i will never understand why they stopped doing that.

and for the record, most social media sites you use nowadays break those safety rules really badly. you're not supposed to share your real name, age, face, location, race, gender, or other identifying/personal information unless you're absolutely certain it is safe to do so, or you've accounted for the potential risks and made an informed decision to share anyways. nowadays, you're also supposed to make sure your computer has an antivirus, malware detector, and VPN installed to protect your data and the above information. and another thing. you want me to think of the children? i am thinking of the children. i'm thinking of the children who are constantly being kept away from information they need, whose only way to learn is to encounter it online. I'm thinking of the kids who have no sex ed in their schools or homes, whose only way to learn basic biology and safety is from online resources - resources that are often scrutinized and taken away. I'm thinking of the gay kid who needs SOMEONE to tell him he's not evil for liking boys. I'm thinking of the trans kid who's currently making plans with someone three states away that they'll move out and live together when they turn 18, because as dangerous as meeting people online can be, it's still a better chance for them than staying in their shitty homes. I'm thinking of the kids like me who had weird, "disturbing" interests that adults didn't want to engage with, who can't get the books they want at the library because they're "inappropriate". I'm thinking of the kids who know more about politics this year than their parents have in 20, whose opinions won't be taken seriously for another 4 because they're "too young to know what they're talking about". i'm thinking of kids as people who can take in new information and make reasonable decisions with it. are you?

Maybe instead of asking what if a kid sees/hears this adult thing, we ask why is that kid in an adult space and get them to leave, instead of forcing all the adults to change and cater to the child who wandered into THEIR SPACE.

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi hi I'm a new anon in your vicinity and I just need to rant about this like blatant racism

I'm in highschool, I was 16 at the time, and I was in the theater program. I was a part of the props crew and out area was very secluded and had no cameras so obviously it was the place to vape and everyone did it including me and a lot of my friends. One day the smell got really strong and at the next meeting the head of props was confronted by the director about it and they panicked and gave him a list that included me. Obviously I freak out after they told me like anyone would do but ultimately the director never ended up telling anyone's parents.

Fast forward to the interviews for the next theater production and the director asks me about the vaping thing. I think "Oh okay you did still care cool glad that's all this came to." and I tell my friends about it because he gave me a funny look.

Turns out I was the only person he ever asked about the vaping situation. Wanna know what the rest of my friends have in common that I don't? They're all white. I was the only Black person to get caught up in that situation and I was the only person to be directly confronted about it after he had received the list of vapers. The only one.

Everyone likes to pretend this director is so great but this is not the first or the last time he's shown he clearly holds a negative bias against Black people. Another more prominent example being his refusal to take the necessary steps to have Black actors get proper hair and makeup. The hair crew is white and they don't have experience with textured hair and expected the actors to just deal with it. He refused to let makeup use proper shades of makeup to match a Black complexion he's acting like they're white and they end up looking stupid because they have makeup 50 shades lighter than the rest of their body because he won't acknowledge that the same makeup doesn't work on everyone. It's not like we lack the money or people because we absolutely have every resource we need to do that it's just him not wanting it.

"16 at the time" lol you said that like you were so young, baby you can't be that much older 🤣

And that's incredibly unfortunate to hear, and unfortunately not an uncommon experience when you get into the acting or modeling world as a career, either. I hate that he's putting y'all through that so young, but these teachers be hella racist out here.

Does every Black theatre kid have a racist story 😅 I had a white classmate that LOVED saying the n-word. Like, would say it as an expletive or just for fun, like how you'd say "fuck". No one ever did anything, the other Black theatre kids just kind of rolled their eyes. I personally didn't swing on him bc I was trying to go to college and not jail, but MAN I look back and I shoulda.

So. I don't wanna say start a riot bc the school to prison pipeline is every thirsty for Black children but... Might be time to talk to your parents about the guy. Especially when he's got y'all out there 40 shades lighter and poorly lit for no reason. That is something that can be easily addressed if enough of you speak up about it. Because how can he "let" y'all do anything, if y'all brought the right foundation and said "put it on my face". But you shouldn't have to do that.

[obsessionatthemoment]

tell us your byler as parents hcs? (no pressure ofc i'm just curious!!)

Sure (a lot of them are really random)! Also, don't ask where some of this came from, because I have no idea, lol. My brain throws random stuff at me, then latches on, and I just go "okay!" and shrug.

Just going to do a list, because they're kind of scattered.

They have two daughters, which they adopted.

The older daughter is really passionate about dance, which they are supportive of (I can see them learning ballet terms and stuff). She also likes horror movies, which she watches with Mike, because Will doesn't like them after the upside down stuff. She likes music too, which she mostly talks about with Will.

The younger daughter is neurodiverse, and super imaginative. She'll enjoy pretty much any crafty, creative activities. She listens to the same music her older sister does, kind of like Jonathan and Will. When Mike and the older daughter (they have names, but I'm just going to refer to them this way) are watching horror movies, Will and the younger daughter will watch something animated.

Mike is ever so slightly stricter, however, just barely. When it comes down to it, neither of them are very strict (like as a little reference, it would take a lot for one of their kids to get grounded).

Will used to be way too lenient, because he was scared of being an asshole like Lonie, but eventually found a good medium.

Mike puts in a lot of effort to be way more involved than Ted was.

They are actually both very involved, and try to talk about emotions a lot to normalize it.

Will does their hair and stuff (more so when they were younger), because he used to help El with her hair.

Lucas and Max live nearby (they broke up after high school, but eventually got back together), and their daughter and Will and Mike's older daughter hate each other, no matter how much they try to change that.

Their younger daughter worships their older daughter, and even though the oldest is an angsty teenager that doesn't want to talk to them, she still finds time to play with her.

They used to do family game night, but stopped as their older daughter got more busy. They still try to do them if she has a bad week, or something.

Their older daughter is more shy and reserved, like Will, but is also secretly very judgmental and crabby like Mike.

Their younger daughter is very outgoing and social, but she struggles to make friends, which always pisses Mike and Will off. They try to help her, and make sure she's not lonely, and doesn't take it to heart.

They settle down in Rogers Park, Illinois, near the city, but slightly quieter.

Their older daughter is a really big perfectionist, and has some control issues. She ends up struggling with anxiety and an eating disorder, which reminds Will of himself. They're able to help her through it, because they have experience in this area. It takes time, though.

Little add on to the "talk about emotions" bullet point, they also all go to individual therapy, to normalize that as well.

When gay marriage is legalized, Mike and Will just get eloped, and when their older daughter finds out, she gets mad, because she thinks they should have done an actual reception.

That's all for now (I only started thinking of these today, so maybe in a week, I'll post more).

[ndrv3expert1]

Why Tenko Chabashira is a Great Character pt. 1: Tenko’s Backstory and PersonalityA

Another essay excerpt because that did better than I expected last time and I'm suprised people actually want to read my stuff.

Tenko Chabashira is an over-hated character in the fandom with people before the game even came out criticizing her and hoping that she died.

Now this is not everyone’s opinion.

I've seen many people praise Tenko, but it’s a widely accepted opinion that she sucks, ranking near the bottom on a lot of people’s tier lists and having people post on every social media platform how much they hate her.

I love Tenko.

She is my favorite character in NDRV3 and right now my favorite character of all time.

With the game already in its eight anniversary I thought, what a better time than ever to fulfill my civic duty as a Tenko fan and explain why she is a great character and doesn’t deserve nearly all the hate she’s gotten.

Backstory

One of the main reasons people hate Tenko is her hatred of men.

I would like to lessen this to dislike because Tenko shows multiple times in the game that she does not hate men and there are also reasons behind her sentiments.

Tenko took her master's teachings very seriously; he was like a father figure to her (which makes sense especially since her parents abandoned her), and she was adamant about mastering neo-aikido.

Tenko is also really gullible.

It's why she believes Himiko can do real magic, so she would believe her master wholeheartedly when he tells her that interactions with men would weaken her.

It's similar to a child being told by their parents that if they are good Santa will give them gifts.

Another factor contributing to Tenko’s dislike of men would be her crime fighting which not only adds to her childlike nature but gives more of a reason to her so-called “man-hating.”

In one of Tenko’s ftes with Shuichi, she says:

“As practitioners of Neo-Aikido, Master and I… are also heroes of justice! Master and I wear masks to disguise ourselves! We serve to save, whether it is day or night! We do everything! Help an old woman carry her belongings… Help a child cross the street…Oh, yeah! I caught a thief the other day! We also punish degenerates who cheat and bring divine justice to gropers on trains. And even help girls who just had tough break-ups!”

Even though those don’t seem like the best reasons to “hate” a whole gender overshadowed by being hurt by men emotionally or physically.

If you think about it, it’s not the worst reason either, Tenko was just a kid and her master filled her head with misconceptions and stereotypes about men.

(In the end, he was just trying to protect but there are many more ways to go about it.)

Of course, Tenko didn’t have to believe it, but by being exposed to bad men on the streets when she and her master were fighting crime, and not having many interactions with good men, you can start to see where she comes from.

She’s just like a kid who never grew out of the boys' cooties phase (with a little more trauma), and as a kid, she wasn’t taught that all men aren’t bad, she wasn’t shown that all men aren’t bad, and she wasn’t exposed to the idea either.

I don’t think we should blame Tenko for something really out of her control.

Children are very impressionable that's why they're easy targets (well them and elderly people).

Their frontal lobes aren't fully developed so they don't think critically plus when your a kid small and vulnerable you tend to look to your parents for safety and guidance.

Imagine yourself in Tenko’s shoes. The man who is basically a father figure to her tells her all these misconceptions about men—and that they will stop her from fully mastering Neo-Aikido, something she has dedicated years to. With her low self-esteem, she likely already believes she isn’t good enough.

(While most of her self-esteem issues seem to be tied to her physical abilities, strength could play a role in that too. )

Wouldn’t that make you dislike them?

Then when he takes her out and she sees the men doing exactly what her master told her that they would do it would not only prove that her masters teachings are true it would solidify that hatred.

Now at the beginning of this section I said that Tenko doesn’t hate men but now I’m saying she does?

I believe Tenko had bad teachings and exposure that made her man hatred reasonable.

I don't think Tenko hates the whole male species as she says she does but if you're a man who hurts women Tenko is going to hate you with a burning passion an important distinction I need to make.

Tenko’s backstory isn’t perfect I’ll admit that but based on how she interacts with men during the game and how she acts overall bad exposure and teachings are a fine reason.

Personality

She’s rather boisterous and is like a ball of energy and can be overbearing to other students especially Himiko since how she acts with other students (not just the boys) is not “normal” per se (but no one in this game is normal) many people chalk it up to her just being annoying.

Still, I would like to add something else that may be a factor in her upbringing which I know I have already discussed.

Still, Tenko grew up in a temple with priests she was sent there when she was very young (there isn’t a specific age but many suspect five to six) so we can assume that she didn’t have a lot of interaction with kids her age (especially boys) with the only time interacting with people probably being people going in the temples for religious purposes or the people she saved while fighting crime.

A person’s upbringing especially if it’s bad or not normal can influence how someone acts just take Maki Harukawa, for example, she grew up in an orphanage and was trained to be an assassin during the game when Shuichi and Kaito are fighting she makes Shuichi watch her teaching Kaito to assemble and disassemble a crossbow so that they can make up, and when Kaito is kidnapped she reverts to the only thing she knows and tries to kill Kokichi.

Or Gonta Gokuhara who was raised in the forest by wolves doing odd things like not wearing shoes, lacking general cultural knowledge, getting suddenly controlled by strong emotions and having trouble with language.

So it makes sense for Tenko to act strangely and lack strong social skills, given her isolation from kids her age when she was young.

Unlike someone who has been interacting with others their entire life, starting from kindergarten, her experiences have been limited.

Or you can just say it’s her lack of understanding social cues and she’s neurodivergent coded.

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Tenko, while claiming she hates men, gets along fine with them and shows them support. Some of these scenes include:

Joining Kaito’s strategy meeting

Telling Shuichi not to be too hard on himself after Kaede’s death

Yelling at Kokichi when he makes fun of Shuichi without his hat

Promising to avenge Rantaro and Ryoma’s deaths

Complementing Gonta for being calm and reasonable after Kirumi accuses him

Feeling bad after flipping Shuichi over her shoulder and carrying him back to her room

Allowing Shuichi to participate in Aikido with her

Telling Shuichi he needs to gain more confidence in himself.

She is also lovely and caring, volunteering to protect all of the girls, placing herself at risk alongside Kaito and Gonta to save Kaede from her execution, and her friendship with Himiko, in which she tries to help her overcome her emotional suppression, demonstrates her compassion for others.

She is one of the most vocal characters when it comes to opposing the killing game they were imprisoned in, and she is always willing to offer assistance or emotional support.

Tenko has a wonderful personality. Her deep emotional core, supportive persona, and childlike thinking are qualities that I and many others can identify with.

These qualities, in my opinion, dampen the hatred of her "male-hating" mentality in some aspects and make her a charming character.

Tenko's development

While having many ‘annoying/ undesirable’ traits Tenko eventually does have character development.

The main one is her dislike of men. I've already discussed that this dislike doesn’t seem genuine because, since the beginning of the game, she’s been having friendly, kindhearted interactions with men but taking that out of account Tenko does develop from the beginning of the game to her death.

Tenko’s journey reveals layers of her personality, showcasing how bad experiences shape beliefs and attitudes.

And how a good experience can turn it all around for the better even if her transformation is not entirely linear and overshadowed by other major characters (Shuichi Maki and Himiko.)

In her Free Time Events (FTEs) with Shuichi, she is very mean to him.

Nicest thing she says is that he can improve himself through Neo Aikido and become a good man like her master.

However, the interactions in her FTEs specifically with Shuichi amplify her disdain for men making it seem worse than it is in the game.

Despite all this she still she moments of genuine growth realizing that not all men are as bad as the ones her master told her about and the one she saw while crime-fighting through her experiences with Shuichi and the other men in the game she slowly but surely alters her perspective, and the journey leads her to form a friendship--though some would say acquaintanceship--with Shuichi (a man 😱.)

It’s a shift for her from her initial male-hating persona as she learns to accept that not every man is as bad as she was taught to believe by her master.

I could go on but this is getting long so in Part 2 I'll delve deeper into Tenko’s character arc and development in chapter 3.

[riptidesblog]

Odysseus telling Telemachus to go tell Penelope something is the most parent thing he could've done and it happens,like,a minute after they have their first dialogue

Edit:not Jorge posting a Ithacan royal family short just as I wrote this

[sol-consort]

Character development at it's finest

[camgoloud]

he still has his tonsils. by the way if you even care

[sukibenders]

The way people are becoming anti-children nowadays is really sad. And I'm not talking about people not wanting to have kids of their own, that's fine and something that shouldn't be shamed nor up to someone else to debate. No, I'm talking about the people who adamantly hate these little humans for simply existing, wanting to ban them from spaces due to them having emotional reactions that they are still learning to understand (you know, the kind of lessons that everyone had to learn and figure out at one point). It's gotten to the point where I've even seen these types of people genuinely support children being harmed and deny their hurt under the consensus of "Well then maybe they shouldn't be there," in your average public space. Like, imagine thinking hating on children, people who need assistance and guidance, is something to be proud of.

[phosphophylight-of-my-life]

oshi no ko aqua is such a fun character bc by most counts he's a more than decent guy.

in his first life he regularly visited hospital inpatients who had no visitors. he was genuinely happy and excited to help Ai deliver her babies, because he wants her to be happy on her own terms. he saves Akane simply because he can, and gets angry at the staff on her behalf. he doesn't stop at saving her life and spends sleepless nights turning around her public image. at that point there was nothing in it for him to keep akane around, she was just a person he was able to help and wanted to help.

by most counts he's a pretty decent guy who steps up when people need him most, except. except he's also a guy who really wants to kill his dad and that makes him manipulate people somewhat often and this is somehow not entirely at odds with his instinct to help others

[bilboyagathechickenfootedhobbit]

I swear I’m not a mean mom, my kid really and truly asked me for a multiplication math workbook for Christmas because he’s bored doing adding and subtracting with his class. I got him cool gifts, too, I swear.

[kingslionheart]

whats the weirdest thing you’ve ever normalised

i wanted to try to find something a bit lighter to say but there's genuinely nothing light in anything weird that i have normalised, SO.

i guess the weirdest thing i have normalised is exclusion, like actively excluding people and being very open about it. i wasn't the one doing that, it was done to me in middle school and that was part of the bullying i was subjected to, tho the adults (especially the teachers) were the ones who made me normalise it and bullying in general, because they constantly repeated to me like on a daily basis that bullying didn't exist and neither did exclusion, and therefore of course A 12 YEARS OLD IS GOING TO NORMALISE THAT