#that one safe space post

[myfandomrealitea]

I think one of the things that annoys me the most on the safe space post I made is people barging in to try to dictate how people can find respite, where, and how much respite they're allowed, and why.

"Oh its fine to take a break as long as you don't take too long and immediately launch back into activism again until your next burnout!"

No.

Respectfully; fuck all the way off.

"Yes!! Recharging is so important so you can keep being a good activist!!"

Who asked you? Who declared you Assigner of Respite Rights?

When I was at my worst in terms of mental health, I went a good two years doing absolutely fuck all for the rest of the world. I could barely get out of bed every morning, you can bet I wasn't doom-scrolling war articles and organising charity drives for the homeless.

I was one of the many, many people in the world that needed help.

And as I recovered, activism and fighting for other people were the literal last things on my mind. If they started talking about shootings on the radio I turned it off. If my friends started talking about the latest Worldwide Horror I asked them to stop or I left.

I'm better now, and I made the personal choice to re-engage with activism in the best ways for myself, and I've made the choice to only be an activist when I feel like I can properly be one.

Some people might never get to that point. There are billions of people in the world. Stop screaming at individuals who are tired and broken and need help themselves. Stop assigning blame to the wrong people.

That's not activism or justice knighting.

Its bullying.

[lilybug-02]

Some Symptoms of ADHD from Someone who is diagnosed:

Forgetfulness that impacts daily life

Difficulty remembering others names and even faces

Hard to stop fidgeting or moving when bored. Difficult to stop even when aware

Hyperfocus

Lack of motivation in tasks, even more so when external motivations are not given

Difficulty in being organized for extended periods of time

[[Symptoms of Adult ADHD]]

[frillypaws]

me at 3 am scurrying around the house in search of food

[hey-hey-j]

never thought he'd hear it from her

(★ my Kofi)

[fritzmonorail]

Several minutes later…

EVERY. TIME. WITHOUT. FAIL.

[sparklingcid3r]

Thinking about the Curtis house. Thinking about how Mr. and Mrs. Curtis created a place that everyone in the gang can go to that feels like a warm hug, a place that makes their heartbeat slow and time stand still even just for a moment. A place where they can catch their breath and nurse their wounds and fall asleep beneath a wool blanket.

Thinking about Darry’s cut line from RITF, “Come hell or high water, I’m gonna make this house a home. I’ll never leave those boys alone.” Thinking about how Darry never locks the front door so that anyone can take refuge if they need to. Thinking about how Darry cares so much about that house, he wants the laundry folded and dishes washed because love can’t grow if you don’t take care of the soil you plant it in.

That house, man.

[gorgynei]

vaxleth + bells by the bengsons

[myfandomrealitea]

Me: Hey, so, actually, for the sake of me not killing myself I would actually love spaces where I can play Animal Crossing or share baking recipes or talk about Captain America showing hole for Iron Man without people sending videos of dead children and police brutality and trauma-dumping their personal issues on me. I also think its important over-all for these spaces to exist and be accessible and protected. Random Idiots Online: So you're a white-privileged racist? You know everything is political, right? You want us to just co-exist with bigots? What about my uncle's daughter's best friend's queer goldish?? What about people being blatantly transphobic in the chat? You're just going to say you hate all black people like that? White pig.

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ CG! Kento Headcanons ໒ ˚⁎

Hi ! Do you write for jjk ? And if you do can you please make a Caregiver Nanami please?

•Nanami is very organized and believes in maintaining a structured routine. He ensures that his little one follows a consistent schedule for meals, naps, and activities

•Despite his stern exterior, Care giver Nanami is incredibly gentle and patient with you. He never raises his voice and always explains things calmly and clearly

•He prioritizes healthy eating and makes sure sweetheart gets nutritious meals. He often involves you in simple cooking or baking activities to make it fun

•Kento enjoys reading stories to his little one, often choosing tales with important life lessons or educational value. His soothing voice makes storytime a comforting ritual

•He integrates learning into playtime, using puzzles, building blocks, and educational games to stimulate your mind while keeping things fun !

•Whenever you feel scared or anxious, Dada Nanami is quick to provide comfort and reassurance. He offers gentle hugs and speaks in a calm, soothing manner

•Outdoor : Kento believes in the benefits of fresh air and physical activity. He takes you for walks in the park, plays simple outdoor games, and ensures you get plenty of time outside

•While he’s a practical man, Nanami encourages creativity and expression. He supplies his little one with art materials and enjoys watching your creativity flourish

•Protective Nature : Care Giver Nanami is fiercely protective. He keeps a watchful eye on you, ensuring you are always safe and well cared for

•Despite his busy schedule, Nanami always makes time for quality bonding. Whether it's building a model, baking cookies, or simply talking about their day, he cherishes these moments

Short story : A Day with Nanami

It was a crisp Saturday morning, and the sun had just begun to peek through the curtains of the cozy apartment Nanami Kento shared with his little one. Today was a special day, a day free from work, a day dedicated solely to spending time with his beloved !

Nanami gently roused his little one from sleep, his voice a soft whisper, "Good morning, sunshine. Time to wake up"

The sleepy eyes blinked open, and a smile spread across the age regressed one face's "Gwood mowning, dada..."

After a nutritious breakfast of oatmeal topped with fresh fruits, prepared with care by Kento, the two set off for their morning walk in the nearby park. The crisp air and vibrant fall colors brought a sense of calm and joy

"Look, Papa ! A squiwwel!" you exclaimed, pointing excitedly

Nanami chuckled. "Yes, it's gathering acorns for the winter. Just like how we prepare for our day"

Back home, it was time for a bit of learning. Nanami had set up a puzzle on the living room floor. "Let's see if we can put this together," he said, sitting down beside his sweetheart. They worked together, Nanami patiently guiding and teaching as you connected the pieces

After lunch, which they prepared together, sandwiches cut into fun shapes and a colorful salad, came storytime. Nanami's deep, soothing voice filled the room as he read from a book of fables. The little one listened intently, eyes wide with wonder.

As the night grew quiet, Nanami sat beside the bed, reflecting on the day, grateful for the precious bond they shared.

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !

[littleprincerianne]

Pick-and-Choose Game !

It's bath time, kiddo ! Don't wanna be icky and sticky, right ?

1. Pick out a towel, pretty please ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

2. Bath toys ? Sure, pick out two !

3. Pick a bath bomb ! Let's make bath time colourful and pretty (⁠*⁠ﾉ⁠・⁠ω⁠・⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♫

4. Now, the important stuff... We need to get our hair washed, take your pick !

5. Now the more important thing... BUBBLES (⁠ノ⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠)⁠ノ

6. Okie-dokie, last thing... Pick a sponge thingy !

Hooray ! We're all set and good to go ! Have fun !

(comment y'all's answers !)

[ivymoonstudios]

annabeth chase

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

As most of you know I try my best to be civil and kind. I’m too exhausted and the world sucks too much for me to go about making other people feel like shit, it’s not really something I see worthy of my or anyone’s time really. I try to keep things positive not only because it might brighten someone else’s day but for my own sake. I curate this space because I know a lot of you feel and experience the same things I do. Do not twist this into me being delusional. I am fully aware the internet can be an unkind place, but that doesn’t mean my blog, my space, has to follow that example.

Be kind, be patient, and be respectful, not that the majority of you haven’t already been doing so. Asks are open again. Anonymous will be turned on again when I feel comfortable.

Apologies to those who used anon because they were nervous/anxious. I completely understand where you’re coming from and this is nothing against you. Regardless I do hope you stick around, and maybe one day work up the courage to be open with me. Or continue to keep your distance, I completely understand that too.

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Newsies my beloved

[mike-milkyway]

In my head the Zosan babies came to be in a very quirky way, mostly because I wanted them to be biological children of Zoro and Sanji and at the same time I couldn't decide who would get the mpreg treatment.

Finally, I decided how it would go with the help of Ivankov, Law and specially Nami.

Ivankov swapped either Sanji or Zoro (that's up to you to decide) and Law came after some time and used his devil fruit to pass the baby (???) to Nami, as she volunteered to be the kinda sorta surrogate mother.

During the first months she powered through the exaggerated over-protection of Zoro and Sanji as well as their insistence to be around her all the time to check on her and "hang out with the kid".

Then OH? Surprise surprise, it wasn't just a kid. They were having twins.

Nami was shocked, Zoro almost has a heart attack and Sanji had a nervous meltdown. As for Law and Chopper they actually expected it because of Sanji's brothers.

Either way, the next months Nami guilt-tripped everyone in the ship into treating her like royalty with the excuse that doing stuff with the twins was hard. When the day came Vivi, Zoro and Sanji where in the room. It went smoothly, well, at least medically.

Zoro and Sanji were very stressed from the start but when the girls came out with green hair and a curly brow Nami had to scold them, so they would stop bickering (Secretly they were smitten by this traits).

Anyways, this is why Nami and Vivi will never have kids.

Not like she has to have other kid to fullfil Zoro and Sanji's obsession for the number three, Luffy just picked up and orphan and gave it to them that Christmas because he saw they were excited about having kids earlier that year.

[myfandomrealitea]

What you saying is fuck what they saying 👊🏽

Fuck forced activism. Fuck forced exhaustion. Fuck forced burnout. Fuck guilt tripping. Fuck performative virtue signalling. Fuck performative suffering.

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ ICP Agere ໒ ˚⁎

Could you... write a oneshot based off of the Violent J headcanons you wrote...? (Pretty Please...?)

Violent J never thought he’d be spending his afternoon this way. There were no wild shows, no Faygo showers, no Juggalos screaming his name. Instead, the house was quiet, save for the soft rustle of blankets and the occasional giggle from the living room

J looked over from the kitchen, where he was pouring apple juice into a sippy cup. The Reader, his little one, as he lovingly called you, was sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by a sea of crayons and coloring books. You were lost in your own world, coloring outside the lines with reckless abandon. Violent J couldn’t help but smile

He walked over, careful not to step on any of the crayons scattered about. He set the sippy cup down beside you, the bright red cup contrasting against the mess of blues, greens, and purples that adorned the pages of the book. "Thirsty ?" he asked, keeping his voice soft

You looked up, eyes bright and innocent. You nodded, grabbing the cup with both hands and taking a big sip. "Thank you, J..." . you mumbled, a little juice escaping from the corner of your mouth

"No problem, little homie !" J said, grabbing a nearby tissue and gently wiping your chin. "You know I got you"

You smiled, the kind of smile that could light up the darkest corners of J’s heart. This wasn’t the Violent J the world knew, the wicked clown with face paint and wild lyrics. This was Joe, the caregiver, the one who understood that sometimes the toughest people need the softest moments

"You wanna build a fort today ?" J asked, glancing around at the throw pillows and blankets scattered about. Your eyes lit up immediatly. "Yeah !" you cheered, bouncing up to your feet. J chuckled, ruffling your hair. "Alright, let’s do it !" He moved some of the furniture around, creating a space for their masterpiece. Together, they draped blankets over chairs, turning the living room into a cozy hideaway. Violent J even added a few fairy lights for extra magic, anything to make you feel safe and happy in your regressed headspace

They crawled inside the fort together, surrounded by plushies and soft pillows. You nestled up against J, your small frame fitting perfectly against his side. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. "Comfy ?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper

"Yeah.." you replied softly, your head resting on his chest. "You’re the best, dada J.." He kissed the top of your head, feeling the warmth of the moment seep into his bones. "Nah, you’re the best, little one. You’re my number one homie, always"

You two stayed like that for a while, lost in the quiet comfort of the fort. J put on a movie, one of those animated ones that you loved so much, and you watched together in peaceful silence. Every now and then, J would hear your soft giggles, and it made his heart swell. This was his happy place, where the world’s chaos didn’t matter. It didn’t matter who he was on stage or what people thought of him. Here, he was just Joe, a caregiver, a friend, and a protector. And that was more than enough

As the movie ended and you started to drift off, J pulled the blankets up tighter around you. He could hear your gentle breathing, feel the rise and fall of your small chest against his side. He knew that moments like these were precious, fleeting glimpses of innocence and peace. "sweet dreams, little homie..." J whispered, brushing a stray hair from your forehead. You murmured something in their sleep, snuggling closer

J stayed there, guarding your dreams like a silent sentinel. No matter how wild his world got, this was where he found his calm, a blanket fort filled with love, crayons, and the quiet comfort of knowing that, for his little one, he’d always be there.

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !