#they are play doh and i am baby

[m4rk-has-arrived]

THE BOYS

[blooming-violets]

Nicest Thing Peter x Reader for 11. In joy? I really like that fic. I reblogged it on my old account. I feel like thats an underrated fic of yours (maybe bc it came out in 2022? Idk). Would love to see what happened to them!

It's still one my favs because it is just so...me?? Like if I had to chose anything that represented my personality perfectly, it would be Nicest Thing. Just a depressed, sad bitch who loves angst and Peter Parker and enjoys Kate Nash. I feel like I need another Kate Nash song for this "sequel" fic. I'll base it off her song Trash because these two are trash for each other.

You can read this as a separate, on its own Peter x Reader thing if you'd like or you can read it as a future piece to Nicest Thing.

Warnings: Smoking a joint and getting stoned

If porn bots can over take all the tags then I better not get flagged for these gifs.

Peter looked at her through blazed out, squinting eyes. A haze of smoke filled their bathroom as they passed the joint back and forth between them. They were seated in the unfilled tub, fully clothed, and facing each other. She had made him take the spot next to the faucet under the claims that sitting over the drain made her feel “icky” like she might get sucked in. He didn’t mind. Even if their leaky faucet kept dripping cold water over his shoulder. 

“Do you remember the Rugrats episode when Tommy and Chuckie are afraid of getting sucked down the bathtub drain because Angelica tells them a story of some other baby who died that way?” He asked, handing her off the joint. 

She placed it between her lips and he watched with a slow blinking, admiration for her. He loved her. She had been with him through everything. He owed his entire life to her. Without her in his life, he would no longer be here. She was everything important in the world. 

She smiled, remembering, and let out the most beautiful laugh. She always got extra giggly when they smoked. It was one of his favorite sounds. 

“Don’t they fill the drain with play-doh and shit? It’s a weird reddish, pink color. Why do I remember that specific color so much?” She replied, mystified. 

Peter chuckled, “Because old school Rugrats was filled with some crazy ass imagery. It sticks in your mind.” 

“Yeah but I remember thinking that I specifically wanted to eat that color...like maybe it would taste nice…like the imaginary food from Hook.” She passed it back to him, letting the smoke exhale in a little, circular puffs from between her lips. 

“Do you want to get into a pretend food fight with me and see if anything appears?” He grinned. 

Her red rimmed eyes squinted back at him as she laughed, “With the way these munchies have been hitting me the past few minutes, I think it might actually happen. I could imagine food hard enough to make it show up.” 

His mind started to wander as a hungry smile spread across his face, imagining all the food he could eat, and he spoke with a dreamy whisper, “Pizza bagels.”

“What?”

“Let’s make pizza bagels. ‘M hungry. Starvin’. Gonna die if I don’t get some food in me.” 

Her eyes glowed with excitement at the idea, “Pizza bagels. Yes, you’re a genius!” 

“I know,” he giggled, it bubbled out of him without any self control. It wasn’t the weed that did it. It was her. He felt free when he was with her. He flicked out the joint against the ashtray balancing on the edge of the tub. “I really am. Smartest man alive, probably.” 

She snorted, “Okay, I wouldn’t go that far. Get your ego in check, Parker, before I have to slap some sense back into you.” 

He beamed at her, his love consumed him, feeling it outshine every other emotion rattling around inside of him. She was beautiful. Stunning. Picture perfect. He wanted to hang her up on his wall like an expensive piece of art so he could admire every day of his life. 

Her shoulders shrunk up to her ears under the intensity of his gaze.

“Stop that,” she whispered. “Don’t look at me with those eyes or I’ll kick you. I’ve got a perfect aim for your crotch in this position.”

Peter shook his head, “Nope, sorry, I refuse. I can’t help it. You look…perfect. The nicest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“You’re stoned.” 

“Yes. Doesn’t change the fact that your lips look very enticing.” He winked at her and tried to scoot forward to get a taste. 

Her socked foot landed against his chest, pushing him back in place, “I thought we were making pizza bagels, not kissing. Weren’t you just starving a minute ago?” 

“Starving for you, maybe.” 

“Peter!” She let out a loud laugh, keeping him at bay with her outstretched leg. 

He was so in love. Completely enamored. Whipped. Head over heels. Trash for her. Whatever he wanted to call it. He belonged to her so wholly. His bleeding heart was in her hand for the rest of his life. He would follow her to the ends of the earth and back again. 

“If you don’t let me kiss you right this very second, I am going to turn this shower on.” His hand reached over his shoulder to grip onto the shower knob with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

She gave a sharp inhale, “You wouldn’t dare.” 

His eyebrows raised, taking on that challenge, “Oh really?”

She knew she fucked up the second before the shower burst to life. From his position in the tub, it shot over his head to spray directly into her face. She shrieked and fell back, sliding down the sloped edge of the tub until she was nearly on her back.

It was all the opportunity he needed to pounce. He leapt on top of her to the sound of her laughter and blocked the shower stream from her face with his back. His arms wrapped protectively around her head as he laid over her. Water pooled around them, warming their bodies, and soaking through their clothes. 

They didn’t feel it. 

All he could feel was the devoted love burning a hole in his chest where his heart used to be. 

She giggled up at him, blinking water droplets from her eyes, and whispered, “You’re an ass.”

He laughed in response and crashed his lips over hers, mumbling against them, “You love me.” 

She sighed in content. Her arms snaked around his neck to draw him closer, melting happily into his kiss. 

“I do.”

[puppys-tiny-space]

🎃What I pack for vacation, little edition🎃

I like going on trips but it also stresses me out due to being autistic so I always take littlespace gear with me both to regress and because they are comfort items and help me regulate

🦝pacis, I always pack a few of the pacis I currently use most in a stable box so they don't break, I usually use a lunchbox for this as they don't take up much space and I have own that fits up to 3 pacis easily🦝

🦇sippy/bottle, I tend to pack one bottle or sippy as more would take up too much space but sometimes I also take two or a cool water bottle in addition to be a sneaky baby on the train🦇

🕷️coloring books, I always bring my tiny space journal with me and usually also another coloring book but usually s thin one as they aren't heavy and take up little space🕷️

🦝coloring supplies, obviously I also need pens and such if I take my coloring books and joirnal, I usually pack my general pencil case plus a set of colored pencils, sometimes I even take stickers🦝

🦇plushies, I cannot travel anywhere without at least one of my babies, depending on how long I am gone I take my comfort plush Benjamin or someone else because I am very scared of loosing Benji, often I also take more🦇

🕷️my switch, I like to take my switch along both to play games on the train ride and to entertain myself hen we are there because I can't pack my most of my toys🕷️

🦝toys, while there isn't space for many toys I like to bring along a few small things like a can of Play-Doh, a doll, a rattle or a puzzle, they don't take up a lot of space and are super fun to play when I'm little with🦝

🦇baby clothes, I like to pack atleast one of my onesies or other clothes I like when I'm little, especially if they are discreet because that way I can be itty bitty without stressing about it🦇

🕷️cute accessories, I love wearing bows, bracelets and other cute jewelry when I'm regressed so I always take some along when I go anywhere so if I'm feeling small I have a comforting thing super fast🕷️

🦝paci clips, I love paci clips so I always take at least one with me, that way I can color and play without having to worry about losing my paci in the bed🦝

🦇diapies/pull ups, I don't always take these but when I know I might be getting my period soon or I like wearing them more often at that time I do, just remember to bring trash bags if you plan on using for potty stuff them so it doesn't smell🦇

🕷️food, sometimes I like to take some snacks for little me because I can be very pick when I'm little and that way I know there will be stuff I like to eat, this is especially helpful for the train rides🕷️

Fun fact of the day: babie rabbits are called kittens

[hauntedselves]

What Survival Looks Like at Home

From 'What Survival Looks Like at Home' by Helen Townsend, from Beacon House & Inner World Work (PDF)

Quick cheat sheet:

Noticing Freeze

Bored, not interested

Confused, forgetful

Distracted, not listening

Clumsy

Talking about something else

Not moving to where you’ve asked

Scanning the room

Wide eyed, pupils might dilate

Daydreaming, staring into space

Grounding Freeze

Stay with me, don’t leave me

Tell me I’m ok & that I am safe

Watching TV

Deep breathing

Spinning on a swing

Climbing & hanging

Rolling or cycling down a hill

Digging in mud or sand

Jumping on a trampoline

Do my chores with me

Gently wonder where I have gone & invite me back to you

If I have forgotten what I was supposed to be doing, remind me again gently

Hot chocolate & toast

A warm bath & a warm towel

A soft teddy for bedtime

Noticing Flight

Hyperactive, manic, silly

Aggressive, threatening: stiffening up, clenching fists

Running away, escaping, disappearing, hiding under the table/bed/sofa

Clumsy

Disruptive, loud & noisy

Can’t cope with free play

Can’t follow house rules

Not doing what you’ve asked

Lonely

Keeping super busy

Baby talk/silly voices

Bumping into people

Needing to get into the car/house/park first

Grounding Flight

Keep me close by

Find me again happily or patiently

Deep breathing

Give me a familiar & easy chore

Crunchy foods – carrot sticks, a biscuit, a rice cake or crisps

Tell me that I am safe with you

Hanging from monkey bars

Talk through what you think I am finding tricky using a kind voice

Heavy blankets

Create a safe space where I can hide away I when I need to

Tug of war

Cup of warm milk or hot chocolate

Hot water bottle & a soft teddy

Recognize I sometimes find 'normal' family life threatening

Accept that if I feel threatened, I feel in real danger.

If you send me to do something & I forget, just patiently ask again

Noticing Fight

Hot and bothered

Argumentative, angry and aggressive

Controlling, demanding and inflexible

Lie or blaming

Unable to concentrate on one thing

Unable to follow the house rules

Confrontational

Disrespectful

Disregarding of others, pushing away friends/family members

Shouting, loud and noisy

Immature

Grounding Fight

Tell me you love me even when my I push you away

Don’t punish me for being cross; reward me with your kindness and love for getting calm again

Keep me safe from hurting myself

Match my energy

Deep breathing

Chewy foods

Support me socially

Hanging, swinging and climbing

Warm bath with lots of bubbles

Warm milk or a hot chocolate

Hot water bottle

A super soft teddy and/or blanket

Give me a task that makes me feel important

Connect with me and show me empathy before exploring the consequences of my behavior

Create somewhere safe to go to so I can calm down

Make things predictable. Tell me about changes before they happen, especially if strangers are coming to the house or I’m going somewhere new

Accept I might not know why I behaved in that way & I might not remember what happened

Listen and acknowledge how I feel, even if you see it differently, it will help me feel listened to

Noticing Submit

Unhappy, low mood

Alone or withdrawn

Fidgety but not disruptive, anxious

Never questioning or asking questions

Never drawing unnecessary attention

Yes or no answers - doing just enough to avoid being noticed, unable to think

Quiet & passive, compliant

Grounding Submit

See me, listen to me

Give me small repetitive things to do

Weighted blanket

Building with Lego or Play-doh

Tell me I am safe

Deep breathing

Swinging

Let me spend quiet time just with you

Understand that social media might symbolizes a comforting connection

Hot chocolate and a crunchy biscuit

Wrap me up in a soft blanket & watch TV

Understand that playing computer games, lets me be by myself somewhere safe

Recognize I am hurting inside & might need professional help

Know that I am easily bullied, look out for this, don’t expect me to tell you.

Notice I will say what I think you want me to say

Be aware that I am an easy target & can be coerced easily to keep the peace

Know I can't cope being the center of attention

Watch for me removing myself

Warm bath and a warm towel

Warm pyjamas

[multiplicity-positivity]

hii!! is it ok to ask for advice for anyone about how to have a littlespace in our room without it being overly obvious?? bcz we wanna inv ppl to our house but also want a space for our littles w/o people asking questions

Hiya! I (Ralsei :3) am a caretaker in our system, and I can let y’all know what our system has done to create a safe space for littles/syskids when they front!

We have a Littles Box! It’s just a cardboard box that we’ve filled with toys, activities, and other fun stuff for our syskids to interact with when they front. A Littles Box would be great for littles and syskids, but also for headmates and systems who age regress too!

Here’s what’s inside our box:

- Toys: Hot Wheels, plastic horses and dinos, Play Doh, a few Beanie Babies, a case of blocks, a play food/dining set

- Creative: a special diary just for the littles, coloring books, markers and crayons, scratch paper (just old scraps of paper that can be reused for drawing)

- Comfort and support: A special blankie, a paci, a baby rattle, a sippy cup, a communication card ring with pictures

Our littles have decorated the inside of the box with pictures of puppies, bugs, flowers, outer space, and fruits and veggies! But from the outside, it just looks like a plain old cardboard box >w< this allows our littles to have a space to keep things just for them, and the whole system plus our partner system know that the box is just for the syskids!

If you create a Littles Box, you can put inside anything that would be fun or helpful for your littles when they’re fronting! It doesn’t have to have specifically what ours has - get creative and include things specific to your own system! :3

Our one warning would be to not include snacks in your box, unless you’re sure they’ll be sealed in an airtight container or eaten quickly. It wouldn’t do for your snacks to spill and ruin anything in the box, or to spoil before they’re eaten! >_<

As long as your littles are careful to clean up after themselves, this can help ensure they have a space for themselves that’s inconspicuous to outsiders! Our littles like “Ten Second Tidy” from The Big Comfy Couch and “Clean Up the House” from Bear in the Big Blue House to help get them in the cleaning zone! >w<

We hope this helps! And we hope y’all can have fun putting together a box for your littles so they can safely play and express themselves! :33

💚 Ralsei and 🐢 Kip

[purifycantyouhelpme]

Wouldn't Time Be Out To Charm You? | Slash x Reader Fanfic (Guns and Roses)

A03 link :)

Summary: You and Slash (he's shirtless) cuddle in a bed together and eventually have sex.... straight to the point.

Word Count: 963

A/N: I got this idea from a Slash photo I saw on Pinterest. This is my first time in a long time doing a smut so sorry if it sucked. I know that Slash's real name is Saul but I'm still using his stage name.

Slash's P.O.V

It was 3:00 AM. We were at Duff's house, playing with Duff's kids (aged 6) We making stuff out of Playdoh, it was pretty fun. The kids were enjoying it. If you're wondering why we're at Duff's house, me and (Y/N) were babysitting both of Duff's kids since both Duff and his wife are both out of town for a few days. They might be coming back today, I don't know.

I was sweating like crazy. It was really hot in here. The heat was blasting on my body. It wasn't helping that I was wear a small shirt, pants and socks.

We turned on the heater in the house earlier because it was really cold outside. The kids and my girlfriend were warm tho. I cannot take the heat anymore, my palms were sweaty. I couldn't even play with the Play-Doh anymore. "Babe, I'm gonna go in Duff's room for a bit. It's so hot in here." I told her. She looked at me, she was shocked that I was sweating this much. She was so busy playing with the kids that she didn't notice that I was sweating. "Okay. Let me know when you'll be back." She put her hand on my shoulder. I got off of the floor and I went to Duff's room. I immediately turned the AC on. I took my shirt off and throw near the empty closet. I walked up to the bed and lay on it. God, it feels so good in here. I don't even feel like turning the tv on.

A couple of minutes later...

(Y/N) walked in the room. Finally, I have been waiting all day to come in the room with me. She looked pretty tired. She shut the door so that the cold air would get out. Thanks. "Hey baby." I said to her happily. She was leaning against the wall. "The kids are watching TV in their rooms. I had to clean up the mess." She said. "Well, then sit down and relax." I keep patting on the bed. She walked over to the bed and lay on the bed. She was laying right next to me. I was right. We haven't gotten a break all day. We deserve to relax in this cold, chilly room. I leaned closed to her, I gave her a kiss on the forehead and the cheek. I smiled at her. "I love you, Slash." She said.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

This room feels so cold and nice. No wonder Slash didn't feel like leaving the room. I was looking over to my left to kinda distract myself. I was looking at Slash who had his hands behind his head. I looked down on him until I noticed something. Slash has a boner in his pants, oh boy. I can't help but to stare at it. "Slash, you're hard." I pointed at his erect dick. "Sorry. I'm just kinda horny right now." He laugh a little. He crossed his legs to cover up his boner. I wish haven't done that. I have been feeling horny lately too. Seeing his boner made me wet. I just want him to fuck me and cum inside me so bad. "Slash can I..." I unzipped his pants. His dick was sticking out his pants. "Suck on it?" I touched his dick and stroke it slowly. He is so hard. "Y-Yes." He moaned softly. I don't care if the kids can hear us at this point. I put my mouth on his dick and suck on it. I was going up and down.

"Don't stop..." He moaned. He pushed my head down. I couldn't get back up, it was kinda hard to breathe. He came inside in my mouth without a warning. I swallowed it all. It was kinda tasty.

"(Y/N)..." He got off of the bed. He was behind me. "Let me fuck you." He said as I was still bending over on the bed. I felt a hand touching me. It was Slash, he started touch my ass cheek. He was going up and down slowly. I moaned a little. It feel pretty good. "S-Slash... stop." I was starting to moan a little louder. He knows that I'm pretty sensitive there. He stopped. I was laying on my back with my legs open, waiting for him to put his dick in my wet pussy. I was ready. He grabbed my legs and slowly put it in. "Ah~" I moaned loudly. I know that he put it in slowly but it hurts. I didn't expect it it hurt. "Fuck." He grunted. He started to go in and out slowly. It hurts but it feels so good. "Faster..." I told him. I don't want him to stop. He started fucking me faster and faster. I couldn't stop moaning. I feel a bit dizzy from how fast he has been fucking me.

"I'm gonna--" He moaned. I know what's he's going to say. "Cum inside me." I yelled. I just want him to cum inside.

He came inside me. We were both breathing heavily. He pulled his dick out of me and I put my legs back down. "I love you." He said to me. I wish I could say I love you back but I'm out of breath. "Now let's get outta here before anyone sees us." Slash got off of me and I got off of the bed. I got off of the bed as well. We both put our clothes back on. We both acted like nothing happened. Man, that was amazing. It's time to go check on the kids and hope they're not doing anything stupid. I really hope they didn't hear anything. They probably did.

[jaysunakestor]

English to Furbish to toki pona ““dictionary””

today, i learned that Furbish is actually kinda a language?? after reading this post by @favoriteanimal and skimming this wiki page, i naturally decided to try to translate all the Furbish words and phrases into my beloved toki pona. oh boy was it a journey!

overall, i feel like toki pona is a much more flexible + efficient little language in comparison to Furbish. the main issue that irked me was the amount of unnecessary variations of the same concept, but made into 3 or more words! (i think this may just be the toki ponist in me.) i’m also not certain, but it seems like Furbish may be a relex?? someone please let me know, if ya know!

however, Furbish still succeeds in what (i believe) it sets out to do: to be a very cute, baby-sounding language that can be used to express many interactions between pet + owner / baby + guardian.

please note:

i was quite tired + made this in the span of about 3 hours!

i am not a toki pona expert and have little experience with Furbies

toki pona is best expressed in context and sometimes requires multiple sentences to convey an idea, so many of these don’t work well to be translated as abstract concepts.

i used some non-standard words (both non-pu and non-ku suli)

if i’ve made any mistakes, please kindly correct me! if you think a phrase could be better expressed a different way, feel free to share!

(above/up/high) oo = sewi / lon sewi

(affirmative) ee = lon

(again/another/more) koh-koh = kin

(and) koh = en

(ask) oh-too-mah = [toki pi wile] seme

(baby) bay-bee = kili mama / jan lili mama

(bad) boo-dah = ike

(be/to be) boh = lon / li (kind of, it’s complicated lol)

(beautiful/pretty) ee-kah = suwi lukin / pona lukin

(best) dee-mak = nanpa wan

(best fun/radical) dee-doo-ay = epiku

(big) dah = suli

(no!/big no) dah-boo = ala a

(big yes) dah-ee-tah = pona a / lon a

(birth/birthday) tee-toh = tenpo pi kama lon

(birthday) toh-toh = sike suno

(boring) koo-dah-way-loh = musi ala

(bottle) bah-bah = poki telo

(change) boo-tay = ante

(cloud) ay-loh-may-lah = ijo kon sewi

(come/coming) bye-bye-oo-bah = kama

(complete) toh = pini

(cute) doh-dee = suwi [lukin]

(dance) noh-lah = tawa musi

(delicious/tastes good) yumm-wah = pilin pi moku pona / moku li pona

(diamond) ay-koo = kiwen mani

(dizzy) ay-way = pilin nasa

(do) doo-dah = pali (i’m not sure of the context of this one, so it’s tricky)

(dog) bar-bar = soweli pona? / soweli jan pi nanpa wan? (i’ve always been bad at translating animal names)

(done) toh-dye = pini

(down) nah-bye = anpa

(dream) way-loo = sitelen lape

(dude) dee-doh = mije / jan o (not sure if this is referring to just “a guy” / or is meant to be like “bro”)

(face) kay-tay = sinpin

(feed/food) ah-tah = moku

(finally) oo-tah-toh-toh = tenpo li lon ni a (this one is tricky)

(friend/buddy) noo-lah = jan pona

(full) oo-loo = pilin pi moku mute

(fun) doo-ay = musi

(funny) doo-loo = musi

(game) doo-ay-loo-lah = musi

(game over) kah boo koo-dah = pini musi / musi li pini

(genius) dah-way = wawa lawa

(give) tah = pana

(go/bye/get out) bye-bye = o tawa pona / o tawa a (not sure if this is supposed to be aggressive or what 😅)

(good/okay) ee-day = pona

(good morning) dah-ay-loh-oo-tye = suno pona

(good night) dah-ay-loh-nah-bah = [o] lape pona

(happy) noo-loo = pilin pona

(have) ah-mah = jo

(health/healthy) koo-doh = sijelo pona / lawa pona (physical health / mental health)

(help) ah-noo = o pona! / o pona e mi! / pana e pona

(hey) hey = toki

(hide) woo-bye = weka lili

(high) oo-tah = sewi

(hmm?/huh?/when?/where?/yeah?/what?) doo? = seme

(home) lay-lah = tomo / tomo mi

(hug) may-lah = pilin pona suli kepeken luka (not sure on this one)

(humor/play/joke) loo = musi

(hungry/eat) ay-tay = pilin moku / moku

(interrogative) doo = seme / anu seme

(island) koo-wah = ma lili / ma lili lon telo suli

(joke) loo-loo = musi

(just kidding/not) kah-loo-loo = mi toki lon ala! / mi toki musi taso / lon ala!

(kiss) may-tah = pilin suwi kepeken uta

(life/nature/living things) tee = lon / ijo lon

(light) ay-loh/a-loh = suli ala (i believe this is supposed to refer to weight? if it’s referring to like a lightbulb, then “suno”)

(lightness) ay = suli ala

(like) toh-loo = ni li pona tawa mi / sina pona tawa mi / mi pona tawa sina anu seme? (this one really only works in a sentence)

(like/similar to/comparative) tay = sama

(listen) ay-ay-lee-koo = kute / o kute

(little/smallness) dee = lili

(live) boh-dah = lon

(log) tee-loh = palisa kasi

(look) ay-ay = lukin / o lukin

(love) may-may = olin

(love it) dah-may-may = ni li pona a tawa mi / ona li pona a tawa mi / ona li pona a tawa sina anu seme? (again only really works in a sentence)

(maybe) may-bee = ken la

(me/mine/myself/I) kah = mi

(money) moo-lah = mani

(monster) moh-moh = monsuta

(mountain) koh-dah = nena

(move) noh-bah = tawa

(music) ee-kah-lee-koo = kalama musi

(negative/no/stop) boo = ala / o pini

(no way/big no) dah-boo = ala a!

(noise) bah-boo = kalama

(now) nee-way = tenpo ni

(oh) oh = a

(oh my gosh/OMG) oh-kah-tee = wawa a! / a! / seme a?!

(ok) oh-kay = oke

(over) oo-bah = lon sewi

(party/party time) dah-no-lah = ma musi / tenpo musi

(path) bye-way = nasin

(pet) ah-may = luka suwi / mi luka suwi e sina

(play) loo-lay = musi

(please) doo-mah = sina pona e mi la mi pilin pona (idk if there’s really a good way to say “please” in tok, but here’s a sentence “if you help me, i’ll feel good”)

(pull) ah-loo = luka / pakala lili (depends on context)

(rain) wah-wee-tee = telo sewi

(receive) tah-tah = kama jo

(really?/seriously?) loo-loo-doo? = seme? / ni li lon anu seme?!

(rock - music) boo-koo = kalama musi kiwen (not meant to be literally— i’m describing rock music as kiwen/“hard”)

(rock - nature) koo = kiwen

(sad) boo-noo-loo = pilin ike / pilin laso

(scared) dah-boh-boh = pilin monsuta / monsuta

(sea) ee-wah = telo suli

(shake) koo-bah = tawa suli

(sing) wee-tee = kalama musi uta

(sleep) way-loh = lape

(so) doh = tan

(song) wah-tee = kalama musi

(sound) lee-koo = kalama

(stand) oo-boh = awen noka

(story) wee-loo = lipu musi

(sun) dah-ay-loh = suno

(sweet) nee-may = suwi

(tail) dee-tee-tah = linja monsi sijelo

(talk) noo-noo = toki

(tell) wee-tah = toki

(thank) dah-kah = toki lon te sina pona to

(thank you) dah-kah-oo-nye = sina pona / pona tawa sina

(that’s right) boh-ee-tay = ni li lon / lon

(thinking/mind) way = pilin / isipin / lawa

(tickle) nee-tye = pana e pilin musi

(time) toh-toh = tenpo

(touching/holding) ah = pilin / luka

(touch) tay-boo-koo = pilin / luka

(tree) tee-tah = kasi suli

(twinkle) tee-wee-lah = suno

(uh-huh) uh-huh = lon

(uh-oh) uh-oh = a ike

(uh-uh) uh-uh = ala

(uncle) oo-kah = jan sama mama / jan sama pi mama mi (not sure on this one)

(very) mee-mee = mute

(wassup?) doo-oo-tye? = sina pali seme? / seme li lon ni?

(water/rain) wah = telo

(where are you?) oo-nye-doo? = sina lon seme?

(whoa) whoa = a!

(wise/wisely) wah-lah = sona suli / kepeken sona suli

(wonder) way-nah = isipin / pilin

(worried) boh-bay = pilin monsuta lili

(yay) yay = pona a!

(yea!) wah! = lon a!

(yes) ee-tay = lon

(yippee) yippee = a! / musi a! / pona a!

(you) oo-nye / u-nye = sina

[baezen]

for a 5 year old girl .... Probably a princess dress, one of those barbie heads that u can play with their hair, maybe chalk, play doh, Barbies in general, a squishmallow (or just a plushie in general), something related to that series called bluey, paint and a big notebook to paint on it. I'm not sure what else I'm honestly going on what I had as a child + I recently have a baby in the family tho they're not even one year old yet, and what I see from videos online and bc I am at the toy aisle a lot just to look at Legos mostly LOL.

thank you so much! these are all great ideas ♥️♥️

[bells12]

So I'm looking for help/guidance.

And please forgive me in advance if I misspeak or use the wrong terminology. Feel free to correct me, please.

I suspect that I'm Neurodivergent or somewhere on the Autism Spectrum. But another part of me is like "What if it's just getting older and getting set in my ways"? I'm 36, cis female.

I've always been super sensitive to sounds. I don't like people humming or whistling. I liked having a routine as a kid. My mom said I would only watch shows on Nickelodeon. Muppet Babies is on CBS instead? I wouldn't watch it. I stim. I like to rub something soft when I stim and it is very relaxing. I didn't even know it had a name until I read about stimming in a book. Certain textures freak me out. Play-Doh grosses me out, both with feel and smell.

I am shy. I have GAD. Just supplementary information.

Family isn't exactly helpful here. My mom is adopted and we don't know her family history. My dad was one of fourteen. I have 39 cousins on that side of the family. To my knowledge, I don't believe anyone has been diagnosed, but they can be very old school about some things. I asked one of my cousins if she knew if autism ran in the family and her reply was "It's either that or being [family last name]. " (Again. Old school and her dad was a kook. I could honestly write a book on the weird shit my dad's family has done). I can hyperfixate, but that's something I'm not sure is just me taking after my dad or Autism.

Who would I even talk to about getting a diagnosis? Do I go to my GP? I'm American, so I know whoever I speak to afterwards will need a referral. Would they even be able to diagnose me? (Google's searches keep bringing me to Autism Speaks and I know they suck).

So yeah. Anyone out there with experience or advice?

Thanks

[ihavenoearsbutiwilllisten]

Ward off great evil

'Fore I reach the front door

What am I in hell for?

Was I born to be tortured?

Creatures, medieval

Can you guide me?

("Yes, of course")

Fairy, goblin, unicorn

Point me the way with your horn

So you don't believe me

Well, I'll make it easy

I'll burst open the seams with you standing next to me

What look like raisins

Are plastered on my skin

Naturally occurring monster making condition

It's not the effect of poison ivy

I go hiking carefully

How come they want me on TV?

Am I really that much of a freak?

Why ever would I come out of hiding

When nobody's nice to me?

How could anyone think I'm lovely

When they retch at the sight of me?

I'd like to get groovy, to drink a mango smoothie

I'd like to watch a movie without everyone, and the sun

Telling me that I look dumb

Hate my buds, just because there's not enough room for us

They forced me to eat ice

Then I broke my teeth and cried

Jekyll, Hyde, Dragon, Slime

The only ones who are kind

Not my fault my body's spots resemble dried apricots

Beedo, Appadeebin

Wish I did, but I don't believe him

All I want is a quiet evening

And now you're telling me my dream's not one that's worth believing in?

Eedo, Appigo Appadeeben

Yeah, I'm ugly, but there is a reason

I came out of the oven too seasoned

Sometimes there's a casserole that just isn't worth eating

I imagine self-worth and inner peace

Tastes like artificial cherry

No, wait, maybe more like ice cream

Either way, I really could use some flavouring

Come one, everybody, come one, come all

The circus clown has dropped the ball

"How about we give her a face full of pie?"

For some reason, in return, you'd still expect a smile

And, whenever you get mad

I'm your walking punching bag

Can your conscience handle that?

It shouldn't be you, the one who's feeling bad

Not with all your intact arteries

I'd like to get groovy, to drink a mango smoothie

I'd like to watch a movie without

Everyone, and the sun telling me I'm not enough

Why would I enjoy this?

No, I'm not a masochist

With red gloves, all you touch

Certainly will get marked up

I, in fact, in light of this

Became your painting canvas

It's me against you and dad

Not afraid to punch him back

Happen to want to get hurt badly?

Then go ahead an try messing with me

I assure you I'll split you to atoms for free

Worse than that, I'll steal all the chocolate

Out your dear chocolate chip cookies

Purposely misplace you keys

Be the reason why you sneeze

When I say green you think of cheese

But in my mind, I'm picturing some fresh tangerines

You take pictures, I'll fake a smile through gritting teeth

You might surmise it's not the same

But you know that I won't play your game

Wasted all your day and let me get away with it

If you look like me, don't go out at night

To a man on edge, you could give a fright

And in self-defence, he'll take out a knife

Wouldn't want to cause a scene

Looking like it's time for me to fly away

Maybe I'll see you another day

Sike, you're probably going the other way

So give a smother to my brother when you see him, okay?

Luckily on my diet, I don't eat meat

For someone who looks like an animal, I'm rather picky!

Not a monster 'cause I don't hate babies

I don't skip cut-scenes

Eating my own kind is against my beliefs

You, though had no problem tearing life and limb from Ted and Jim, so

Made of stone your evil heart must be

Could be that your cup of love is filled with liquid savagery

O-o-oh, yippadie dee, oh, yippadie doh, doh

Went to the potluck with scones

You wont take any home, I know

But I suppose maybe I just want to do some baking

Take it from me, looks couldn't kill, no, but they can get you disowned

"We won't look at her"

Is that so?

Then my baked goods are no longer free for the taking

Thanks for pizza, I'll take a mango, blend it up real nice and slow

My dear friends, I have made it home

Rewarded with time alone

((WHY DID U SEND ME THE ENTIRE IF GRETEL))

[dearkorrafrommom]

cute things, part III of 67,000

It's April and you are still saying "Happy New Year" to us every day! And now you have really gotten into making birthday cakes (out of play-doh) with candles and then singing "happy birthday to you" really slowly. And today you started singing, "happy birthday candles."

We were keeping Kristen's dogs (3 of them) for a few days while she was out of town, and I bought them some treats. When I threw them the treats, they all went after them and you said, "Dogs, share!"

When you say "right there" it comes out "right chair." It is adorable.

We were at the playground and you were waving at EVERYONE, and a few dogs came by, and you waved at them too. I said, "That is so sweet. If those dogs could wave at you, they would." You said, "They have no hands."

You are always paying attention when I drive. You have told me to slow down multiple times, which is HILARIOUS. (I do drive too fast.) and yesterday, a person was backing out of his driveway as we were driving by and you said, "Mommy, car backing up." I cannot believe a 2 year old is so observant. I told your father that you have learned to be a backseat driver from him.

The past few days I haven't taken you to the Y because we are about to go visit Mimi and she cannot get sick. (She's doing chemo.) So it's been just me and you hanging out and I have had SO MUCH FUN. Seriously, you are really fun to hang out with. Today we went to the Y and swam, then we went to Walmart to get you birthday candles for your play-doh cake, and then we came home and made birthday cakes and sat in your tent. Tonight Oliver came over and we played with this thing I bought from the thrift store - you chisel into a rock until you find a gemstone. Then you got in the bathtub together and then you ran around the house chasing each other.

I love this time with you. I can't believe you are going to be three years old soon. I am going to miss these days. You're the sweetest baby in the world, I just know it.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 568, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1215

Sammi still had to go in to have her doctor monitor her tumor, and much to the family’s delighted joy, it was shrinking thanks to the medication that she was put onto, though not as fast as predicted. She also needed to have labs done as how her medication had a strong history of leading to organ damage. With each passing day, Sammi’s smile grew bigger and bigger and she found other things to talk about other than sex. I had no doubt in my mind that Sammi would probably stop doing OnlyFans and retired her career as a “professional slut” as she had proudly labeled herself.

“I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE AHHHHHH”

“Hihi Ken, what’s up?” I greeted my Broadway friend.

“I’m doing well mama! But listen- are you doing anything next Sunday?”

“Not that I’m aware of, why do you ask?” Excitement started to swirl in my tummy at what he was hinting at.

“I was just asked to be in charge of a new Tim Burton musical- working with Disney exclusively!”

An excited squeal slipped out past my lips as a face splitting grin stretched across my face.

“Ken, can you tell me more?” I demanded giddily.

“I’m casting both you and Peter in it-”

I screamed.

~xoXox~

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” I asked Sammi as Peter and I both were getting ready to leave.

It was the following Saturday, and Peter, Elizabeth and Elle, Katie and Jing, and myself would be on our way shortly enough to head on up to the Paper News Theater for the first day of rehearsals for the mystery Ken Anderson Broadway musical.

“Go on now, MC- I’ll be fine!” my baby sister huffed, clearly fed up with my endless fluttering about her. Isabelle had the babies corralled in the kitchen, implementing with homemade Play Doh over newspaper.

“Sammi, you’re recovering from having a tumor in your head- do forgive me if I’m worried about you!” I clucked, laughing as she sent me a patronizing glare before pointing off towards the door that led down into the garage. “I’m the oldest of the Bradley triplets- it’s kinda my job!”

“MC.” Here, Sammi shot me another look. “Go.”

“Sweetheart! We need to go!”

“Fine,” I muttered, closing the door behind me as I trudged down the stairs.

I found that Peter had started the car and pulled out from the garage, not leaving until I had closed the passenger door and clicked my seatbelt on.

“We ready?” he asked before catching sight of the look on my face. “Sweetheart, what’s with that look on your face?” I could only shrug as I tugged my heated blankie up to cover my lap and legs. “Sweetheart, if you’re worrying about Sammi, then I feel inclined to remind you that Isabelle’s there and knows what to look for- slurred speech, unable to walk in a straight line, droopy face…”

At her last doctor’s appointment, Dr. Lamb gave me a list of things to keep an eye out for and if Sammi started to showcase any of these symptoms, then it was time for her to go to the hospital. I had Peter text Ryley, who then told us that she’d be Sammi’s personal doctor just in case.

“Yeah, but like I said before- I’m the eldest out of the Bradley triplets,” I repeated myself in a firmer voice. “I had to step up and become the parents to my sisters after mom and dad flaked out from it.”

“Sweetheart, you were forced to grow up after despicable excuse of a human being raped you, and rather then being good parents and supporting you and loving you and showing you that they still cared about you, your mom chose to stay quiet about the whole thing to stay in Paris with your dad mom chose to stay quiet about the whole thing to stay in Paris with your dad,” he snorted out dangerously through his nose. “They refused to do anything when Kody Williams was hassling you, they parentified you by forcing you to step up and nurture your sister’s emotional needs… I am so happy that your mom is dead and you’ve cut off your father.”

I smiled up at him before settling back for the drive with Chris Stapleton on the radio, crooning a sweet love song about a dog named Maggie and the long, happy life that she led.

“Mommy?” Katie called out just then, drawing my attention to her. “What do you think Mr. Ken’s super-duper ultra top secret Broadway musical project is going to be?”

“I honestly have no idea mo stór,” I confessed. “Although, I can only guess!”

“What are you guessing mommy?” she asked as Peter pulled into the parking lot of the Paper News Theater. “Can you tell me? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?”

“Why don’t you get out and ask Mr. Ken himself?” I asked, pointing my lips over to where Ken Anderson was shoveling the walkway free of snow. This only prompted both her and Elizabeth to jump out of her father’s Nissan NV 3500, knocking into poor Ken Anderson and plowing his over in their excitement.

“Girls!” I squawked, flinging the passenger side door open and stepping out, a shrill squeal slipping back my lips as my foot skidded on an icy puddle and I crashed down onto my butt.

“Sweetheart!” Peter began howling with laughter at the light of us all, guffaw with utter amusement as he got out of the driver’s seat and carefully made his way over to me. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, thank you for asking!” Ken Anderson pouted as Elizabeth and Katie both helped him up. “Don’t mind me, I’m just fine!”

“That’s good to hear, Mr. Ken!” Katie chirped happily, taking his hand as he led us into the back. “Now what is your super-duper ultra top secret Broadway musical project is going to be?”

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic 

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Bayanni & Jason Derulo - Ta Ta Ta Remix Lyrics

Bayanni & Jason Derulo - Ta Ta Ta Remix Lyrics Intro: Jason Derulo Yeah, Yeah Bayanni and Jason Derulo Verse 1: Bayanni Ohema doh, doh, doh She wan dey form I give her one time now she come for more (Ah, ah) My thing too long, she want to taste my kokoro My dear make I tell you, I no dey wan dey do like say Me I suppose dey go holiday but I want to stay Pre-Chorus: Bayanni She thought I was lazy (Ye, ye) She said baby don’t play me When I hit it she be screaming my name (Ye, ye) I’m driving her crazy (Uh, uh) She want it on a daily (Ye, ye) She call me on the phone, say she wan know if I’ll come back again (Ye, ye) If I’ll come back again (Ye, ye) Chorus: Bayanni I give her like Ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta Omo ye n ki gbe Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah She make I go Ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta Omo ye n kigbe Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Verse 2: Jason Derulo It's 3 am and I've been drinking I send you a text, an Uber you up You know what I'm thinking I know it's late, but I've been needing ya, Got me in cuffs, girl You're something like a drug that I've been feening Please keep the lights off, don't like those off We could vibe with our clothes off and make love til we doze off Early morning, you're my coffee Hope you don't think I'm finessing you I love you 'cause you're so simple Yeah, you classy, but still freaky, always come when I'm calling Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo She thought I was lazy (Ye, ye) She said baby don’t play me When I hit it she be screaming my name (Ye, ye) I’m driving her crazy (Uh, uh) She want it on a daily (Ye, ye) She call me on the phone, say she wan know if I’ll come back again (Ye, ye) If I’ll come back again (Ye, ye) Chorus: Bayanni & Jason Derulo I give her like Ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta Omo ye n ki gbe Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah She make I go Ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta Omo ye n kigbe Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Read the full article

[pxgeturner]

"Disaster"

Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff!F!Reader.

You royally mess up in potions and your top-of-the-class boyfriend comes to fix it before the professor comes over.

You are a good student. You work hard to reach and exceed the expectations of your parents, teachers, and yourself. Most people assume Hufflepuffs are ditzy, emotional babies. You are desperate to show people your power. Which has lead to you to being... tired. so much so that you didn't notice that you poured an entire vial of flobberworm mucus instead of a quarter teaspoon. when you went to stir it, the texture was less like a hearty soup and more like pot of play-doh. Your partner has been too busy talking to their friends so they were no help. You search your ingredients, hoping for something to solve this mess.

Smooth footsteps approach you and you ignore them, hoping they'll just pass by without paying attention.

"Need help, Dear?" you breathed a sigh of relief knowing that it was Tommi and not Professor Slughorn. you answer with a desperate 'yes'. Your boyfriend takes a moment to assess the situation before...walking off. Suddenly you're flailing and shocked from the loss of the aid of your genius boyfriend. You take a deep breath to center yourself, returning to your work, even if there's nothing you can do. Because the cauldron is gone. Right as you sink back into your panicked frenzy, your project is set back onto the table.

"You just needed to add water." you want to smack yourself for not thinking of that yourself.

"I don't- I do, I do know what's been up with me." you sigh and look down. A hand covers yours.

"You shouldn't feel bad, baby. You work so hard. Be proud of yourself, I am." he squeezed your hand to punctuate. He kisses your cheek and tells you to stir to incorporate the water. He returns to his table to wait for Slughorn to be graded. The professor starts makings rounds again and your partner finally comes back.

You stir in the bit of water into the potion until it's smooth and decently close to the appropriate consistency. Professor Slughorn reaches your table a bit after you fix the potion.

"Let's see here, ah yes, the color is good. The potency," he tests the healing balm onto a purposeful papercut he had previously given himself, and slowly the cut seals itself "is a bit weak and the texture is a bit too thick, but otherwise, this is quite useable." he jots down on a notepad before continuing on. "This balm is exceptional. Ten points to Hufflepuff." you sigh and smile, relieved. Your partner moves in for a high-five and you reluctantly accept.

You look toward your boyfriend, who is also looking at you. He smiles and you know he told Slughorn to give you points, using the favoritism to his, er, your advantage. You blow him a kiss, and start packing up your bookbag, excited to leave and spend some time with your Tommi.

-❀-

@maimed-poet , I thought you'd like this <3

[deadmomjokes]

In other entertaining child news....

She’s two and a half right now, but her brain is several years ahead of her physical and emotional capabilities. She’s very smart, and loves to learn, and it’s honestly kind of hard to keep her intellectually stimulated at a level the rest of her can deal with. After a while, you get into stuff that’s a bit Too Much for her feelings even if she craves learning it.

For instance, she’s become very aware that cars are machines under our control, and wants to know all about how they work. But she has extrapolated that other people are driving the other cars, and through a series of conversations (about this and other topics) has realized that crashes are possible and we can’t control the outcome of other peoples’ driving. She now gets very upset whenever a car is in the lane next to us because “if they bonk us, we will crash”. No amount of assuring her that we all try to be very safe ever fully erases this worry. We’re working on it.

But most of the time it’s stuff that’s just slightly beyond her instead of overwhelming, like how she understands that cars run on gas (which makes teeny tiny explosions in the engine, and that turns the gears), but can’t decide whether gas is food or juice for the car. This is very important, because sometimes she pretends to be a car, and she needs to know whether to ask for a snack or a drink when she needs her gas. Very important.

She’s been really into plants lately, so I’ve been telling her all about how plants make their food from the sun as long as they have water to drink. Because, again, she really loves learning and it’s never too early to make a child into a science nerd by default, I informed her that it’s called “photosynthesis.” She informs me that’s “too silly” and “such a silly big word for plants.”

And then the other day she’s playing around by herself, and I suddenly tune into what she’s saying. She is pretending to be a plant, as she has been doing lately, sipping water and then running around chanting “I’m a plant plant plant!” But then she grabs a toy pan, retrieves a yellow crayon and puts it in, and starts narrating quietly.

“Get the sun, and make a snack. When the plants make food-- A plant makes food in the sun, it’s called.... po.... po-no... po-po sisyphus. yeah. making po-po-sip-a-piss. Sisyphus. PO-DOH-SIP-A-FISS. AAAAGH. MAMA! What is a plant food? They make food....”

Photosynthesis?

“Yeah! Make a that! Tasty snack, num num num, I’M A PLANT.”

Yes you are, baby.

“Yes I am. :)”