#three year old daughter

[crisp-ofhurricane]

Balloon

SHEA: ibu, mau balon gak?

ME: enggak, nak

SHEA: *disappointed* kenapa gak mau?

ME: karena ibu lagi gak mau main balon. Buat baby aja

SHEA: baby juga gak mau balon sih

ME: yaudah kita biarin aja ya biar balonnya istirahat

SHEA: haaah kok istirahat

SHEA: *ngedumel* balon gak istirahat. Dia gak punya mata.

[mumuqings]

tgcf book spoilers, but one mu qing and xie lian snippet that I think about a lot is this one, at the start of xie lian’s second banishment when he’s surprised to hear mu qing being described as generous and kind:

as opposed to this memory from before his first ascension when mu qing started giving out cherries to the kids in the city:

I think it just really goes to show 1) how deeply mq’s actions truly affected xl and what he thought of him, but also 2) just how different mq and xl are fundamentally in the way that they think and approach things.

I don’t have a lot of commentary on xl that hasn’t already been said, but bc we get the story from xl’s pov, we see a lot of mq’s actions being framed as selfish or suspicious (which is fair, bc again, we know how much his actions hurt xl), but we also see a lot of misconstrued kindness, like in book 8 where it’s revealed that he knocked out fx in order to save him. it’s also pretty obvious how much mq still cares abt xl, with how quickly he volunteers as fu yao and the lengths he goes to protect him when he deems hc a threat, so I also think it’s very likely that mq leaving the trio first was exactly what he said it was — that he thought becoming a junior official, ascending quickly, would be the best way to take care of not just his mother, but also xl, fx, the king and queen, and himself, and so in a way, him leaving was him acting on his kindness. but ofc it doesn’t work out, and he spends the next 800 years fighting w/ fx about it, defending himself, his decisions, and his kindness, and nitpicking the accuracies of his statues while he himself remains completely misunderstood by the two people he probably cares abt the most.

and idk, I guess I just think that’s probably a really lonely way to spend 800 years.

[harlequinnace-blog]

Throughout our entire adolescence women will be adultified. Told that we are ‘more mature’ than our male peers. More responsible, more reliable. We’ll be given tasks and responsibilities that are not expected of our brothers and barely expected of our fathers. The oldest daughter will start to clean and cook and take on child care duties for siblings. We listen to mother’s emotional outbursts of pain because ‘we just get it.’

And when a sixteen year old starts dating a man who’s been out of high-school as long or longer than she’s been there, this rhetoric can be used as justification. “Well she’s actually more mature than he is” her mother titters with a laugh. “He’s the only boy on her level” her father says sagely.

And I ask; how is the sixteen year old girl ‘more mature’ than the adult man who has years worth of life experience, the right to vote, drive a car and purchase liquor? What experiences, privileges, rights or understandings does the high schooler have on this man?

The answer is nothing she is simply more mature by virtue of being female. And isn’t that just so convenient for predatory men.

Why do girls mature faster than boys?

We don’t

Men just need a reason to justify expecting and extracting more from us earlier on in our lives.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

This holiday season, I am BEGGING you guys to be aware of and kind to the guests at your house who are afraid of /uncomfortable around / allergic to animals.

[bobomcfoe-art]

OCtober Day 6: Past

Iryna and Mirall today! Growing up, Iryna spent a lot of time at Mirall's inn, meeting travelers and following Mirall around. It was her happy place :)

Mirall likes to embroider, and the flowers on these aprons are her work. She loves flowers, and passed that love on to Iryna

Memories of the inn and the thought of maybe seeing the innkeeper again one day are one of the reasons that Iryna is able to push through. She writes letters for Mirall all the time, but never has the courage to send them. They both miss each other more than they know how to deal with

[redeemed-wren]

Thought too long about Hermoine daughter of Meneleus and Helen and got sad

[itadooori]

the junhun brainworms are so bad rn yall i dont think im gonna make it

[weatheredfailnot]

Rarepair ( 2 / ? ) - Ortefauchel, his unnamed wife with no canon design, and Handeloup

[sapphireluna96]

Sensory Play

The Morningstar family just finished cleaning up from Charlie’s third birthday party. The rest of the Deadly Sins came with many other hellmates from all the Rings of Hell to shower the Princess of Hell with new birthday gifts, and the house ended up turning into a sea of wrapping paper once everyone left. Lilith wanted to save her biggest gift for after everyone left because she knew that she was going to spend the rest of the party playing with the new toy she got her. She and Lucifer took Charlie to her giant playroom with many sensory toys Lucifer and Lilith gave her throughout the year that she could not get enough of, Lucifer covering Charlie’s eyes as they went downstairs so she didn't peek.

Once the family got into their massive finished basement, filled with so many toys that they could rival Santa’s workshop, Lucifer uncovered Charlie’s eyes to see a silk, stretchy hammock right next to her mini trampoline. Charlie smiled the brightest smile she could and ran over to the hammock to jump into it. She buried herself into the hammock, continuing to giggle with joy and kick around.

“I told you she was going to spend all her time playing in there,” Lilith pointed out.

“I guess you’re right. Let’s leave her be and give her some time to get accommodated with her new present,” Lucifer replied.

As Lilith left the basement, Lucifer followed her, but before he could also go upstairs, Charlie called for him.

“Daddy! Come play with me!” Charlie shouted as she popped her head out of the hammock.

Lucifer looked back to see his daughter having the time of her life in the new hammock that he could not help but walk back to her. He pushed the hammock while Charlie was still in it, and she laughed as she stuck her head back into the hammock. Lucifer gave her a harder push and Charlie laughed even harder until the hammock slowed down. She popped her head out again to see her father next to the hammock.

“Daddy! Come in! Come and play with me!” Charlie said as she reached her hand out for Lucifer.

Lucifer could not help but attempt to squeeze himself in the hammock just to play with his daughter. He dove in head first while holding Charlie and trying to get the rest of his body in the hammock. Once he squeezed himself in, Lucifer laid in the hammock on his back and Charlie climbed on him to give him a hug.

“Daddy! You’re here!” 

Charlie then stood up in the hammock and slammed herself on her father’s stomach. Lucifer let out a yell straight from his stomach when Charlie landed on it and laughed, grabbing her below her arms and moving her so she could sit up.

“Okay, Charlie! I’m here! Just be careful, okay? You’re going to make me throw up if you keep hitting me in the tummy.”

“Sorry, Daddy; I just wanna play with you!”

Charlie flapped her hands and dropped herself onto Lucifer again, but more gentle this time so she did not hurt her father. She put her arms around his waist to give him a tight hug and laid her head on his chest. Lucifer hugged his daughter back and they laughed together before he picked her up and put her down again.

Lucifer laid in the hammock and started to realize how comfortable he was getting in there. He could see why Charlie would love something like this. He could probably fall asleep right then and there. The only thing that was keeping him from falling asleep was Charlie constantly falling down on him and squirming around to play.

Charlie stuck her hand inside Lucifer’s side pants pocket and pulled out one of his rubber duckies. She laughed and put the ducky on Lucifer’s head before it slipped off and made its way onto the hammock. Lucifer picked the ducky back up to give it to Charlie.

“You brought Mr. Quackles to play!” Charlie exclaimed as she landed on her father’s stomach again.

“Yes, and I’m sure he’ll love it here as much as both of us do,” Lucifer replied.

The father and daughter continued playing and roughhousing inside the hammock until Lilith came back downstairs a couple hours later.

“Charlie, there’s still some leftover cake in the fridge if you want another piece,” Lilith said as she heard snoring in the hammock.

Lilith walked over to the hammock and peeped her head inside to see her husband and daughter sleeping inside the hammock together, with Charlie’s head laying on Lucifer’s chest so peacefully. Lilith felt bad disturbing their sleep, but she had to do what she had to do. She silently put her hand on Charlie’s shoulder to wake her up until she opened her eyes to see her mother outside the hammock.

“Hi, mommy!” Charlie whispered, realizing her father was still asleep.

“Charlie, I was just saying that there is still some leftover cake from the party. Would you like one more piece?”

Charlie squealed and flapped her hands until she ended up falling on Lucifer’s chest, accidentally waking him up. Lucifer opened his eyes and saw his wife looking at him and Charlie. She came out of the hammock and wrapped her arms around her mother to have her pick her up. Lucifer popped his head out of the hammock once he saw Charlie out of the hammock with Lilith.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Luci?” Lilith asked.

“Absolutely, my ducklings; you gave Charlie the best birthday gift you can,” Lucifer replied as he made his way out of the hammock.

“I was just telling Charlie that there’s some leftover cake in the fridge. Would you like a slice too?”

Lucifer smiled and walked over to his wife and gave her a kiss. He whispered something in Lilith’s ear so Charlie could not hear him. Lilith giggled and blushed as the three made their way upstairs together for one more birthday celebration with just the three of them.

[veone]

naming calliope's older sister(four years) Clio because I love a naming scheme.

[jazbell]

i swear to GODDDDD i am going to kill that man the only reason i havent yet is bc it would just make us lose more money

[jewishdainix]

Claudia is so pretty and amzing forever so she looks amazing smoking so i love having her smoking as a pfp but its kinda fummy when you think of how if I get within three meters of a person who has smoked recently I will start coughing my lungs out

[hippydippydruid]

What did people even wear in the fifties. Surely not T-shirts. Everyone was wearing a suit all the time even at home idk man. And those fancy dresses. That’s it no casual wear there were no other clothes even made at all. People wore suits to war I think.

[himblebo]

Last night I watched 3 children while their parents went to a concert—2 five year olds and an eight year old—and they were calling each other nonsense mean names. I asked what one of the names meant and they told me “it means Donald Trump.” I laughed at that because. Kids are funny. And then the LOOK that came over them all as they squinted at me suspiciously and the eldest asked me quietly, “are you voting for him, or are you voting for her?”

And guys they literally started cheering and dancing when I said I was voting for Kamala Harris and it was just the funniest sweetest little moment ever

[luvisia]

alice and paul are a direct parallel to anna lee and ethan and on a lesser scale billy and tiffany. in this essay i will

[s0ull3ss-p3rs0n]

I fucked up, I thought about Garmawhore and how funny the thought is and now I have accidentally created an illegitimate son from a three-way he had once that has just as much family issues and trauma as the rest of the spinjitzu family.

What is wrong with me.