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Papel de parede infanto juvenil com desenho de losangos em tons de rosa e lilas qualidade tecido não tecido, você encontra em papel pintado online. Link abaixo:
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#decorinfantil#papel de parede infantil#tons de rosa#losangos#papel de parede#wallpaper infantil#quarto menina#ideias para quartos menina
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Mais um pedido feito com muito amor e muito esforço, eu amei🥺 o que vocês acharam?
#amino apps#ddc amino#design amino#kpop#ddc#scene creator#wugem#wugem ddc#wugem moodboard#spotify#bluey cartoon#bluey#desenho animado#infantil#coquette blue#blue wallpaper#bluey wallpaper
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Kids Room - Contemporary Kids Ideas for a mid-sized, gender-neutral, contemporary kids' room renovation with white walls and a medium tone wood floor.
#white walls#white wheeled house like play space#white dotted wallpaper#white bed frame#habitacion niños#white open shelving#habitación infantil doble
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baby's breath | 2
↠ summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.
↠ word count: 4,395
↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith
↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, noncon/dubcon, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, death threats, human trafficking, bdsm
An overwhelming urge to vomit awoke you. Pain shot from behind your eyes and encompassed your head. Pressure built up like someone was crushing your skull between their palms. Clenching your eyes, you attempted to blink the hurt away. Light streamed in from the blinds, tinted pink from the curtains.
Your brows furrowed as you tried to whisk away the blurriness clouding your vision. As the kaleidoscope room morphed into one, you were more perplexed. You were placed on the floor that was a soft carpet under your fingers. The appendages went to dig your nails into the wool only to be met with resistance.
You couldn’t move.
Not even an inch. You were completely paralyzed besides your eyes. Tears clouded your vision more as panic built up in your chest. With every bit of will power, you forced your mouth open to scream, but a mere squeak came out. Breathing heavily, your eyes bounced around what you could. The more your brain cleared, the more you realized, you had no clue where you were.
The room was that of a little girl’s. Wallpaper decorated with butterflies ranging the rainbow with a light pink background spanned the whole room. There was a bureau—a light colored wood—with trinkets of fairies and bunnies on top of it. You gained a little more mobility in your neck to turn deeper in the room to see a crate built for a great dane with a bed inside along with a multitude of stuffed animals. A blushing canopy hung over the crate along with twinkling fairy lights.
Peering upwards, you see an open closet filled with frilly clothes of whites, pinks, purples and baby blues. The most jarring part was the leashes and collars lining the inside of the door. As you gained a little more mobility and feeling, you realized you weren’t in the same clothes as before. Down to the underwear and lack of a bra. A sob broke out from your chest.
Attempting to still your breathing, you shakingly inhale and exhale to gain some clarity. Closing your eyes, you focused on your whole body. Envisioning your own nervous system, you willed at least your fingers to move. Nostrils flared, you were able to get your toes to wiggle with great concentration. The headache was worsening.
A door creaking open pulled you away from your stupor. Instinctively, you turned your head towards the door to see the very door Erwin kept you from. Within the frame stood Levi. From your place on the ground, the man towered over you, peering down at you from his nose.
Fear clutched and squeezed your esophagus as you attempted to wiggle away. You barely moved a centimeter as Levi gracefully walked to you. Unable to look away, you kept eye contact as he crouched down, hovering over you. A whimper crept up your throat.
He tilted his head at your pathetic form, drinking it up. Levi brought a hand to your face to clutch your cheeks, squishing them in between his calloused finger pads. He turned your face left to right, inspecting it.
“The toxin should wear off in a couple hours.”
You could only whine in response, not able to move your jaw up and down just yet. The way he was clutching your mandible was no help either.
Delirious and terrified, what happened before you passed out came rushing back tenfold. Your eyes scanned the room again for a hint of where your old clothes were in hopes to find your phone. As if reading your mind, Levi drops your face to reach into his back pocket. You flinch considering last time he reached behind him, he jabbed you in the neck with a syringe.
In his hand was your phone. Your fingers twitched, begging to snatch it from his grip. He dangled it in front of your face, taunting you. “Looking for this?”
You softly nod your head, eyebrows pinched. His hands grip both ends and snap it in half like flimsy wood. The audible crack haunted your ears. Tiny glass shards crumbled into the carpet while Levi dropped the broken phone. Your chances of escaping were depleting rapidly.
He goes to stroke your hair as you sobbed, scared of what was going to happen to you. Were they going to kill you?
“Don’t worry your daddy will be home soon.”
The words offered no solace and only confused you more. You prayed he didn’t mean Erwin. Your chest heaved more as you grew more hysterical. This can’t be happening. You wanted to go home.
“Hey brat, you need to calm down,” His words were cold and apathetic.
You only cried more as your fingers dug into the rug and your feet barely kicked. You needed to get up. You had to run, escape, scream, do something. If you didn’t, they were going to kill you and no one would find your body. No one would care anyway. You would be just another missing person case filed away in a cold, metal cabinet serving as your casket.
At this point, you were hyperventilating. Your body had gone into full blown panic mode and even Levi lightly slapping your face did little to pull you out. You didn’t want to die. There was so much more you wanted to do in life.
You choked on your own tears as warm liquid spilled from your crotch and pooled around your bum. How pathetic were you to piss yourself out of fear? Your body begged to curl into the fetal position and wallow in self pity, but whatever Levi injected you with wouldn’t leave for a while.
“What is going on?” A new voice sliced through your cries.
Erwin stepped into the room along with Levi. The short man’s knees cracked as he nimbly stood back at his full height. Both men swallowed you whole as you laid in your own filth.
“She started to lose her shit.”
He nodded and his blue eyes spied the darkened spot on your skirt and on the carpet. “This is the exact reason I said to lay down the puppy pads,” Erwin scolded Levi.
Puppy pads?
“I didn’t know she was going to piss herself like a shitty toddler.”
Levi really did know how to rub salt further into the wound. You were embarrassed enough as is, his degrading words offered no solace. The smell of ammonia permeated in the air.
“I will take her to get cleaned up, I can tell you’re already itching to bleach the carpet.”
Levi clicked his tongue at that, but didn’t refute his command. As Levi walked out the room to get his supplies, Erwin crouched down beside you. Gently, he tucked one arm under your back and the other under your knees. He pulled your weight up with ease.
With you cradled close to his chest, he walked out the door and down a familiar hallway. You attempted to struggle, but he squeezed you tighter. Your breath got caught in your throat from his rope-like arms. The drugs were heavy in your system so all you could really do was lightly kick your feet. Even that had you out of breath. At the far end, on the right, Erwin nudged the door with his toe and went through to the bathroom. He set you down on the counter.
The lights above you hissed and hummed while they stung your eyes. In the other room, it was illuminated by a soft, orangey glow while the ones in the bathroom were a harsh almost blue tinge. From the hallway, the smell of bleach wafting in made your nose crinkle. Levi wasted no time.
Seeing your pinched face, Erwin departed from you and closed the door, locking it as well. Panic built up again. The older man filled up the room, swallowing you whole. There wasn’t much you could do as you had to be leaned up against the wall like a doll. Lifeless and frail. The most strength was in your legs, you could feel how the muscle begged to move.
Like a magnet, his body gravitated towards yours once more. Lacking any politeness, Erwin started immediately stripping you. His fingers hooked around the babydoll dress you were forced into while sleeping. Latched onto the hem he tugged it up until it reached under your armpits.
“S-stop,” You gained your voice. It was meant to be a scream, but what came out was a pathetic whimper.
He ignored you as he gripped your arm to slide it out one sleeve and the same with the other. His hand went to the middle of your shoulder blades to sit you up for a moment to pull the clothing over your head. Neatly he folded the dress back up and set it on the other counter next to the sink. Oh how your arms screamed to hide your exposed breasts.
“Don’t t-touch me,” The command was futile, but you refused to let him think you were going to take this lying down.
The man let out a dismissive hum and moved to the bathtub, twisting the knobs. His hand went under the water to find the perfect temperature. Satisfied, he plugged the drain up. Erwin went into the cabinet parallel to you and grabbed a clear, honey-tinted bottle. It was baby soap. What he grabbed was soap made for infants. Your fists balled up. Despair filled you like how the water morphed into the shape of the tub.
What the fuck is going on?
Squirting some of the liquid soap into the tub, you watched as the bubbles boiled up. A soft, clean scent encompassed the room. The smell filled your head of childhood memories long forgotten of sharing baths with your cousins. If you thought hard enough the smell of washable crayons would soon follow. But you weren’t in the safety of your aunt’s home, you were locked in a house with two men with strange, perplexing intentions.
He put the bottle back and turned to you. Trembling, you knew what was about to happen. Erwin slotted himself between your parted legs. A little more bold, he placed his large palms on your knees. Your thighs quivered as his fingers danced up the skin towards your last bit of protection.
You could do it, Your tendons told you, Don’t let this fucker think you’re weak.
Just as his fingers wrapped around the band of your underwear, you reared your knee back and shot the heel of your foot straight into his nose.
“Fuck!” He grunted as blood poured out.
Some of the red splashed onto your shin and onto the white tiles. Your shoulders bounced as you laughed at his misery. The toxin heavy in your system was making you delirious.
Erwin clutched his nose as he shoved a finger in your face, "We don't do that."
His condescending tone tempted you to kick him again. He muttered under his breath as he went into the cabinet to grab a hand towel to wipe off the blood. Unfortunately, you didn’t break his nose and the blood stopped after the initial blow. Throwing the towel down onto the counter, he tugged your underwear off with fervor. Barely contained aggressiveness caused his forearms to quake.
"You're lucky I don't call Levi in. He won't be as tolerant as me."
He picked you back up and you attempted to wiggle, but the kick had left you limp. Erwin shoved you into the bathtub, the warm water embracing you. Despite the exhaustion gripping your bones, you go to hit him in the face again. More sluggish and Erwin expecting it this time, he gripped your ankle and tugged.
You yelped as your body slid down and collapsed into the bubbly solution. Water squirmed into whatever orifice it could. Choking on the soapy liquid, you panicked as it shot up into your nose and lungs. Your arms were no better than cooked noodles so there was no way to pull yourself back up. You were drowning.
Erwin gripped your upper arm and hauled you out of the water. You sputtered as you came back up. Coughing roughly, you threw back up all the liquid flooding your system. Your eyes stung and were bloodshot. As you hiccuped, you glared up at Erwin from under your furrowed brow.
He clutched your cheeks and leaned himself over the rim, “Don’t make this anymore unpleasant for the both of us.”
Knowing it was a losing battle, you nodded your head. You couldn’t fight anymore, not until the drugs wore off. You had to be smart about this.
Erwin petted your wet hair and maneuvered your body into a more comfortable position. He took a washcloth and dipped into the soapy water and started to clean you. His movements were purely clinical and didn’t linger anywhere unwanted. Your teeth almost cracked from your tensed jaw as he dragged the cloth across your inner thighs and your pussy.
The knob jiggled open. From the doorway, Levi made his way into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. In his hand was a key he shoved deep in his pockets. Your eyes drank up the information, filing it away for later.
Erwin turned to Levi and the shorter man’s permanent scowl deepened. His light feet crossed over to his friend and bent down to examine the darkening bruise on his nose.
“What happened,” It was meant to be a question, but he phrased it like a statement.
Erwin shook him off. Levi was having none of it and gripped his face. His grey eyes pierced into Erwin’s, likened to how a stormy sky meets a calm sea.
“We had an accident. Don’t be too concerned over it.”
Levi sent one last glare at him, nodded his head and extracted himself from the taller man. You drank up the whole interaction, nitpicking their whole relationship and how to abuse it for later. Back to his full height, Levi looked at your limp form. Luckily, besides your collarbones, everything was shielded by the extensive bubbles.
“How is she holding up?”
Erwin’s shoulders tensed a little before relaxing and going back to stroking the cloth over your skin. He was scrubbing the same spot on your thigh over and over again. If he kept going, the skin would be rubbed raw.
“I haven’t said anything yet.”
You despised how they talked like you weren’t in the room with them. Erwin gripped your right arm and lifted it out of the water to now clean that area. You shivered as you were exposed more to the cold air.
Levi sighed, agitated. “Well you better because if I do she might just piss herself again.”
“Fuck you,” You seethed.
Erwin shushed you, “The adults are talking.”
“Are you fucking-” Levi stomped over to the rim of the bathtub and shoved his fingers deep into your mouth. You choked on the makeshift gag, your esophagus spasming around the appendages.
“Watch your tone.”
Your feet weakly kicked as you continuously swallowed around his fingers. You were tempted to bite down, but how Levi glared down at you, you kept your teeth to yourself.
“Am I understood?” Whines tickled your throat as you stared up at him with teary eyes. He shoved his fingers deeper. “I said, am I understood?”
You rapidly nodded your head as much as you could and tumbled out, “Yeth, Thevi.”
He ripped his fingers away and rubbed your spit on your face. “Filthy brat.”
“There is no need to be so rough.”
“Apparently I do. Come, you can explain to her over dinner.” And with that, Levi walked out the bathroom, leaving you alone with Erwin once more.
How was it dinner time already? What time is it? How long had you been knocked out for? The questions swirled and swarmed your head.
Heeding Levi’s words, Erwin switched the flip to drain the bath. You watched as the tiny hole swallowed the water along with the bubbles, sucking it up with an audible, clanky slurp. The tall man came back with lilac hued towels splattered with woven butterflies. He helped you up once more and patted you down dry. Next came a pair of pajamas, a silky pink. The panties were a soft cotton with a white bow in the center. It angered you how cute they were. He slid them up and patted your hips when the band rested comfortably.
Efficiently dressed, Erwin picked you up but this time like how you would a child. He rested your weight on his hip and a firm forearm under your bum. His other hand cradled the back of your neck so your head sat on his shoulder. You put no effort into helping him carry you, having your arms hang by your sides.
Erwin carried you out of the bathroom and down the hall until you reached where the living room was. Turning right, he went into the dining room adjacent to the kitchen. You noticed there was a metal plate on the floor that wasn’t there last time. Welded into the sleek steel was a small arch. The plate sat under the kitchen table. A bad, foreboding feeling sat in your stomach.
At the kitchen table were three plates of food, but only two chairs. Levi was already situated at the head of the table, waiting for the both of you. Your laptop also sat on the table. Erwin walked to his chair to the right of Levi with you in tow.
No wonder there was no third chair as Erwin sat you on his lap. He twisted your body so your back leaned against his chest. Oh, how you wanted to struggle, but decided against it as your butt was mere centimeters from his crotch.
You stared at the delicious smelling food in front of you. Was there anything Levi wasn’t good at?
“Eat,” Levi commanded before taking a bite of his own.
“I’m not a dog,” You snided.
“Could have fooled me with all your shitty yapping. Eat.”
You looked down in shame. You had barely gained any mobility in your arms. Sure you could flex your fingers, but you had no idea if you could bring the fork to your mouth.
Sensing your troubled thoughts, Erwin turned you so you sat sideways. He took your fork, dipped into the food and brought it to your lips.
“Open.”
Already learning your lesson from Levi shoving his fingers down your throat, you clamped your mouth shut and glowered at him.
Fatigued from your constant refusal, Erwin raked his fingers through your hair and yanked backwards. Stinging pain coursed through your taunt follicles as he shoved the fork into your mouth. He placed the fork back down and slapped his palm over your mouth. His whole hand encased your lower face. Unable to spit the food out or bite him, you chewed and swallowed.
“Good girl,” He cooed.
You were going to vomit, hopefully on him.
Levi was a spectator to how Erwin repeated the process over and over until you were done with your food. His own plate was left untouched. The tall man took joy in babying you.
Erwin grabbed a napkin and wiped away the nonexistent traces of you eating from your face. He was delicate like he was handling a porcelain doll. The way his eyes never strayed had your back tingle. His stare was almost uncanny. Deep, deep blue threatened to gobble you whole.
“You’re going to drop out,” Levi cut in.
“What? No.”
“I don’t remember asking,” He grabbed the laptop forgotten in the middle of the table. His nimble fingers rubbed against the mousepad. The laptop illuminated his face with a soft white. He clicked a few buttons and then turned it back around to you. Displayed on the screen was the form to dropout.
“People will grow suspicious if I randomly drop out,” You tried to reason.
“We already know you are barely passing all your classes. No one would care or think twice.”
Your eyes caught onto the weather app at the bottom of the screen. The laptop was tracing the location, it must be.
“They will be able to find me.”
“With the laptop? We already have that sorted, don’t get your hopes up.”
A tight ache settled in your chest. You were so confused why they were doing this to you. The life Erwin helped you build back up he was tearing right from under you.
“Why?” You begged.
Erwin shifted you higher on his lap, cradling you as you started to cry again. “Because you can’t take care of yourself.”
“That’s not true.”
“Hush, Daddy will take care of everything.”
Cold washed over you. What did he just say?
“Erwin,” Levi bit, exasperation on his face.
“She was going to figure it out sooner or later.”
Anger started to swell in the air. Panic built further in your ribcage as you were left even more confused. Why did Erwin call himself such a crude name?
“That’s enough for tonight. Finish the form and we can head to bed.”
Levi got up from his seat and walked over to you. This time he was the one to lift you. He showed no signs of struggle as he left Erwin to fill out the paperwork. When he walked back to the bathroom, alarm bells rang in your head. You refused to be put in such a vulnerable position again.
“No.”
“Quiet.”
The door was left open from before and he set you down on the counter. He opened the cabinet mirror and pulled out a new tube of toothpaste. It was strawberry flavored with childish, cartoon berries decorating the aluminum. Plastic clinked against porcelain as he took a pink toothbrush from the stand with two other ones. One was green and the other blue.
Levi squirted the paste onto the bristles and ran it under the water for a couple seconds. He tapped the brush against the sink. His hand tugged your legs apart and made a home between them. Cupping your jaw, he brought the toothbrush up.
“Open.”
A very, very stupid thought crossed your mind. What if you bit him hard enough to draw blood? He would have to visit a doctor if you did otherwise he could get sick from an infection. How would he explain an adult human bite without raising suspicions? He couldn’t.
Open your mouth you did. As he brought the brush to scrub your teeth, you tilted your head and latched onto the meat of his hand. On the side of his hand where his pinky is, you bit down so hard your teeth scraped against bone.
“Shit!” He grunted out.
He was able to rip his hand from your grasp and hit your face so hard you collapsed hard into the sink.
“You fucking bitch,” Levi seethed as he shook out his hand.
You smiled up at him with bloody teeth, “You should get that checked out by a professional. I heard human bites are worse than a dog's if left unchecked."
“You’re fucking done for, Mutt.”
With his uninjured hand he ripped you from the counter and clamped down on the back of your shirt. Your legs still like jelly so you had to half crawl to keep up with his pace. He dragged you back to the bedroom by the collar like a misbehaving puppy.
By now, Erwin had heard the commotion. His heavy steps marched over. Levi threw you into the room you first awoke in. He muttered under his breath as he ripped different restraints from the closet. Blood ran down his forearm and onto the carpet.
“What is going on?” Erwin’s voice thundered.
“Your little princess bit me.”
Erwin turned his attention to you, sat in the middle of the room, red coated your chin and lips. You smiled up at him, too, no remorse in your stance. Your posture screamed you weren’t going to make this easy for them.
Metal clicking together brought your attention to Levi who came over with various black leather restraints. He also had a pink bone gag.
“Hold her mouth open. I don’t want to be bit, again,” Levi scowled.
Erwin walked to stand behind you. His hand cupped your forehead and slammed your skull into his upper thigh. His other hand pinched your cheeks so hard you had to unhinge your jaw. Levi shoved the gag into your mouth and you sputtered at the taste of oddly sweet plastic on your tongue.
The shorter man’s crotch was right in your view as he went around to secure the belt loops. If Erwin wasn’t holding you down, you would have headbutted him. Your jaw creaked at being forced open.
Levi stood back up. Erwin let go of you, but your freedom didn’t last long. A foot shoved your head down until your forehead hit the carpet. You grunted as said foot stood on your temple as you twisted your head to a more comfortable position.
“You don’t get to complain,” Levi was furious.
“Levi, I can handle it from here. You should get that checked out.”
There was a long pause. “Fine, just throw her in the crate. I will deal with her later.”
“I got her handled.”
Levi clicked his tongue and let up on the pressure on your head. You collapsed further into the ground in relief. You listened as his socked feet pattered away until it was just you and Erwin.
Erwin showed no mercy as he gripped you by the hair and forced you up. He tugged you to the crate you saw earlier. Despite the stuffed animals and pink covers, you were left unsettled by the daunting cage. You were tossed in with little care. Luckily you landed on the plushies and not the metal bars. He slammed the door closed and locked it. The same key from earlier was in his fingers. Were there multiple copies?
“I don’t want to be mean, but if you want to act like a dog then you will be treated like one.”
“You are past the point of mean, Erwin,” You glared between the bars. The words were muffled, but he got the point.
The man looked so tired, “Good night, Princess.”
With that he left the room and shut off the lights. What the fuck were you going to do now?
#yandere x reader#yandere levi#yandere levi x reader#yandere erwin#yandere male#yandere aot#levi x reader#erwin x reader#aot smut
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An Open Letter.
(to someone who does not have Tumblr)
It's not that I can't handle people disliking me, it's that I can't fathom your disproportionate hatred versus who I am and my actions. Are there valid reasons to hate me? Yes absolutely. You can hate me like your least favorite fictional character. If I am to you as Regina is to Janis, that's fine. They're both flawed characters with animosity towards each other, like real people. I could understand you if that's how you framed your hatred, but it isn't. You said I "tortured" you. You said I was "conspiring against" you. You said when I wronged you this was done out of pure evil intent. You do not see me as I am, a high school adversary. You see me as some sort of cartoon villain. The antagonist in your oh so heroic life. Your narrative foil. In your mind, I am to you as John is to the narrator of The Yellow Wallpaper. And I find this interesting. Partly because I've never locked you in a room, gaslit you, and infantilized your mental health issues. But more importantly because I am not an ever present authority figure in your life. I am your classmate. I was your coworker. I'm in a groupchat with you. I am a person with feelings just as much as you. And my actions are not fueled my malicious intent or pure selfishness, they are driven as a response to the energy I receive and the energy the room signals that it needs. So I'm sorry that you feel you've been caught in crossfire that doesn't exist. And I'm sorry you think that you have been a martyr. And I'm sorry that you think the world revolves around you.
I'm sorry I called you my friend.
#open letter#idk if this is a vent so much as it is a wriring exercise#eh fuck it why not just to be safe#vent post#is it distasteful to add “aaand post” to this one???#who cares it's my blog#aaand post#this was actually meant to be one of my short little quips and then it got way out of hand#long post
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Not a customers story but my company recently had IT remotely change all our lock and desktop screens from whatever wallpaper we chose for ourselves to be a PowerPoint slide wall of text of the company’s goals for the year. And then they locked the preferences.
Not only is this legally murky because anyone in a cafe can get a view of insider trading information (thank you, stupid MBAs who run this shitshow), but it’s incredibly demoralizing and infantilizing, especially after every consecutive year for the last five plus, we have seen pointless layoffs. So many of my friends have lost their jobs due to nonsensical cuts. For example: Our CEO raves about cutting spending by a certain amount while taking private helicopters to the airport that cost an entry level salary per pop. But tell me more about how the people who actually make and maintain our product are a drain on the budget.
Just this simple change by IT removes choice from our personal preferences for our workspaces and serves as a constant reminder that we better turn a profit this year or else. Lest we forget we’re corporate slaves who traded our freedom for slight/temporary financial “security” and health insurance benefits.
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Vagueposting again iykyk but hospitals do not enforce bedtimes and don't confiscate things that aren't dangerous, and they especially wouldn't confiscate books because an activity that the patient enjoys which keeps them occupied in bed without moving around a ton is REALLY important for bedridden patients so they don't you know agitate their fucking illness because they go stir crazy from sensory deprivation. Avoiding re-enacting the Yellow Wallpaper is actually a huge problem for hospitals which is why a lot of them have TVs or literally provide magazines and stuff for you to read if they can. Every time I've been in the hospital I've brought my phone and they had a place for me to charge it because the medical staff aren't supposed to punish you for being sick by demanding that you just stare at a wall indefinitely. This is for logistical reasons since you can tear stitches or otherwise make yourself more sick but also moral reasons because if you torture patients with sensory deprivation or confiscate their personal belongings or humiliate and infantilize them while they're already in the vulnerable state of Being So Sick They're In The Hospital, the board of ethics gets mad at you and obv worst case scenario you could cause unnecessary trauma to the people you're supposed to be helping.
#coincidentally i read most of the LNs for the first time while i was hospitalized for a week#anyway i'm not saying Ferdinand wouldn't do that. i'm just saying he's in trouble if Myne knows her rights
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Now that Batgirls it’s coming to it’s end, I do have a lot of mixed feelings about it.
Because on one hand the book never quite lived to it’s promise. Actually, I do think it went actually against it and it hurt itself in the process, especially in those first issues where, after spending many time with Cass and Steph like we were supposed to, we kinda got the rug pulled from under our feet when not only we had Babs saving the day, but also that weird interlude where it felt like it was a Nightwing book with Babs as co-protagonist and Cass and Steph were like, cameos in their own book.
I think that’s also part of 3 issues on itself: the creative team taking, maybe, too long to find their voices (which eventually they did, but probably too late to turn the ship around, at least in the sales department); the inconsistency with the art and also the whole problem with Babs, which is part of DC’s intention of having their cake and eat it in regards to having her both as Batgirl and Oracle (which is a topic for another time), which not only hinders her character development, but also becomes a constant “hand on the brake” for both Cass and Steph.
There’s also another issue regarding the characterization, that can be more subjective and also nothing new to big 2 superhero comics. How many times and how many characters have been through the whole “a new creative team took them in a completely different direction/characterization”? Too many to count.
But it did felt weird -whether you agree or liked the characterization or not- and like a regression that 2 characters, that at their peak in the late 90′s and 00′s were supposed to be in their 20′s, to suddenly not only be in ther late teens (wasn’t Steph recently confirmed to be 19?), but in many ways, act like teenagers. And look, I’m not saying that you can’t focus the book to attract a younger audience in that way, but in that search for a “voice”, they both -and specially Steph- felt really infantilized for long passages early in the run.
Which also clashed a lot with how both characters were portrayed outside of Batgirls -think on the many other bat-titles, or stuff like Spirit World recently-, where both the art and characterization were aiming towards showing them as older characters.
There’s also the whole “weren’t all the characters supposed to have regained, at least, their complete memories from before the long streak of reboots from the 2010′s?”, which has become like, selective continuity at best, when someone actually remembers to bring that back, if at all.
But like I said before, I do feel like that the book actually got it’s footing, and not only gave us an all time great Cass comic with the silent issue, but overall improved a lot: it remembered that Steph and Cass were supposed to be the leads and Babs was a mentor and a support character; it remembered that they should have fun with their lead characters; it regained visual consistency; lot of good things going on in the later half of the run, but the improvement and the reaction to it was probably either not enough, or not to the point that the editors or the bigger heads wanted. NGL, I had the highest expectations when the book came out, the first arcs left me dissapointed (even though there was some good stuff there, like the musical cadence of the first arc, the punk rock/riot grrrl aesthetics and vibe -that I do feel the book kinda betrayed- which went hand in hand with Jorge Corona’s art while he was still the main artist), but the book improved so much that I was again actually looking forward to it month after month (and not just wanting to see the covers, which along with the silent issue, were probably the best thing to come out from that book -I have the Amano cover framed, and it’s the wallpaper for both my laptop and my cellphone-).
I do think that the more concerning thing right now it’s the uncertainty regarding what’s gonna happen with both Cass and Steph’s future. Because even though they both finally regained the Batgirl mantle (with all the meaning that it brings, both in and outside the pages), we know that there’s still people at DC that see Barbara as the one true Batgirl, and wouldn’t hesitate to take the mantle away from Cass and Steph. I don’t want that to happen, but NGL, seeing Babs as Batgirl in the recent Dawn of DC poster didn’t do much to appease my fears.
I do think that there are great writers that have done promising work with Cass (like Alyssa Wong or Mariko Tamaki) and both they and the character deserves a new book and a continuing presence like she once had.
It does suck that the book it’s getting canceled. Yes, I had my gripes with it, specially in it’s earlier issues, but it did improve so much that losing it right now, with all the uncertainty that it brings for both characters, well, at the very least it sends worrysome signs.
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I just want to write a blog where I vent about my dad and people please don't misunderstand and think I'm talking about some kind of absentee boyfriend.
I wish my dad would understand he's not my boyfriend I don't think my dad ever will.
See when my mom was alive my dad was her carer and he looked after me as well and I was her young carer. I remember making cups of tea and helping her in the bathroom and just small tasks. I do think I may have also learned how to make Malibu and Coke when I was six or seven.
I wish that my dad would understand that he's not my carer and he's not my husband and I don't want my dad to grab me.
For me that is trauma. This is really triggering when my dad makes his assumptions and he goes into my personal space or he invades my boundaries and he assumes that I need help with getting dressed or in the bathroom. I can see where he's misunderstanding and thinking that I need him to do everything for me because he was my mom's carer.
I understand and accept that that was what he was taught to do and a different generation and he is a huge boomer and refuses to see me as anymore than his infantile little girl. I'm not an adult.
I'm really grossed out by the fact that he thought the way he touched me was okay in the past. I feel like I can't move past that. Whenever he's intimidating towards me I go into fight, freeze or flight mode.
It really sucks, but he sees me as his little girl and I don't think there's anything I can do about that. He will always assume that I am straight. He will always assume that I am married or engaged or pregnant.
You will always assume that I am female.
That's the only thing about my existence.
The only thing I am good for is just baby making. My qualifications don't mean anything. My qualifications are useless.
All I am is just a baby machine and as soon as I get pregnant my ADHD will disappear.
Forgetting all of these extreme strange assumptions and delusions of my dad's the worst one is the one that he assumes about my best friend.
You see I asked them for help with craft skill related questions. I tried to tell my dad to leave it to me to sort out and I can do it! (I'm fed up after waiting 20+ years for him to fix it and I know he'd react like today if I tried to do it) However, instead of understanding that I'm taking it as well as a consequence of my actions to be my responsibility my dad is assuming that my friend has already done the work. I have not actually shared my query let alone paid them to do the work yet.
Tonight my dad assumed that they came over to fix the drawers at 1:00 a.m.
Before this what used to happen was my dad would come stomping into my room and insist upon repairing the thing right away even though I might have been just trying to get out of my room and having a casual chat with him in the hallway about it. For years I had disgusting ugly square sharp shelves in my room because my dad insisted upon not building something that fit my actual height and covered up graffiti. He wouldn't understand that I knew what I wanted in my own damn room and I couldn't spend my life bumping my head into things. Like my dad could never understand anything about me. My need for independence and reassurance. My determination to be me.
I love my bedroom now. I love the curved shelves my bestie made. The desk has a bevelled edge! It's gorgeous! I love that the walls are fucking purple, grey and black! And the black is chalkboard paint too!
Also I have a glittery black thick carpet...
Much better than the old burnt green one and hideous torn wallpaper. The graffiti on my bedroom wallpaper after my mum died was merely the tip of the iceberg. I was bullied, chased to run away from home, peeped on, stalked, abused physically and mentally and locked in my own bedroom!
Circa 1990-2000s there was a lot of things I remember that were all degrees of traumatising. My dad was happy to have people come into his house and physically assault me, and verbally, break his things and graffiti, and damage his house, and vandal his house, trespassing his house, and also peeping toms, and other things like that.... And apparently my mum too, according to my dad, but my dad denied a lot of things- is what I'm saying... He even said only men poop!
I don't understand why my dad would ever think that my best friend NOW is abusive and manipulative and he's always going to be assumed to be labeled of some kind. I don't understand why my dad is messing with my head so much over all this. I feel like my dad is unable to see me as older than 2002 almost like when my mom died I stopped aging in his eyes. Stuck as a helpless child unable to get a job unable to go to college or university that's why the qualifications and experiences mean nothing because in my dad's eyes none of that's happened yet. I'm just playing make believe with my dolls pretending to have a job in my thirties. And then there's the author thing where my dad thinks that's just a game. And of course my dad's other delusion that I'm married and I have kids and he keeps giving me presents for these imaginary kids.... It's weird?
I've tried writing him letters and leaving him notes. I've tried talking to him directly calmly but he still misunderstands me. There's always something I forget. Like when I gave him the instructions on how to fill a mop bucket I forgot to say to look in the bucket first before you start filling it with hot water in case there's anything in there. I assumed it was common sense.
And today when I gave him a wet wipe and told him to "suck eggs" with cleaning the dresser. I thought I'd gone overboard but it turned out he misunderstood me completely and thought he had to clean the mirror and not the dresser.
I even pointed to the dust and explained what was dust was because he said that he didn't know what dust was. I'm just so confused why instead of dusting the dust I was pointing at he went and got the vacuum cleaner and cleaned everything but that one spot of dust.
I ended up cleaning his room and his computers for him as I got so frustrated with him misunderstanding me trying to explain dust. I tried to explain to him by pointing directly at the dust in question.
That's all it was was dust. It was just dust. Skin particles. Dandruff. Bits of foods that had fallen behind his computer and under his bed, likely also poo from only men.
I just don't understand. I was aware that the mirror was dirty but that's not part of the dresser. Tea spilled on the front of the dresser. I feel like that's not a purposeful thing to have tea in your drawers?
I don't like having to talk to my dad like he's a child which is what I mean when I say I'm telling him to suck eggs. I feel like a lot of this stuff should be common sense especially with what my dad used to do. I was trying not to over explain how to use a wet wipe and it felt so silly. I felt bad as he didn't know what dust was. I'm really flummoxed. He tells me to "suck eggs" all the time when it comes to things that I studied and really mansplained stuff. How could he be able to pass as relatively human and yet not know what dust is?
How can you not see all of that or smell all of that? Also I put bright rainbow post-it notes everywhere and I write letters to my dad and texts but he never acknowledges them nor even replies. And he himself has said many times that if someone doesn't reply to your text messages that means boyfriend is automatically right? He says that it's okay to send your boyfriend lots of text messages and if they're ghosting you that means they sUpEr love you right? So by that logic then my dad is my boyfriend because he doesn't reply to my text messages! So essentially because my dad doesn't reply to my text messages that makes him my boyfriend by his logic.
My dad picks and chooses when he has bronchitis, asthma and dyslexia. My dad denies that there's anything wrong with our family or the way that we interact or how we communicate. He thinks that my exes he says are too blame and abusive cos of various petty reasons like what accent they have or how much milk they drink. My dad blames me for everything that's ever gone wrong with our family, especially my mum's death when I was 8 because I had a repeated nightmare about it, and he says that it's my fault that we can't do family therapy as I had a stomach ache when I volunteered back in 2021?
My dad always assumes that any time I am sad it's always a boy's fault and never anything to do with the fact that I am grieving or stressed. My depression is caused by men and yes remember only men poop. If I get pregnant I'll be cured!
He will deny it all if I try to bond with him or spend time with him talking about normal day-to-day stuff. I tried so hard to explain ADHD and why I have meltdowns and why I feel oppressed. I've tried talking to him about all of this stuff for the past two decades. But he insists that it will all be cured if I'm pregnant.
Oh and by the way only men poop.
Don't forget only men poop!
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Mural infantil bob o construtor para decoração infantil. Tamanho: 304 cm (largo) x 243 cm (alto). Compre online com prazo de entrega em 24-48 horas. Acesse o link abaixo:
#decoração#mural infantil#painel infantil#bob the builder#desenho animado#bob o construtor#paredes infantis#decorinfantil#wallpaper#children wallpaper#decoraçãodeinteriores#decor
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✨How to love✨
O amor de Oikawa Tooru está no cheiro de pão de leite assando que flutua pela cozinha, na névoa de farinha que ele sopra com uma gargalhada infantil, e no sabor do açúcar em seus lábios quando ele se inclina para um selinho.
Está nos gestos simples, mas gentis como abrir a porta do carro, nas flores que ele trás de vez em quando, nas fotos sinceras que ele tira.
Amar Oikawa é ganhar um beijo nos lábios antes de cada jogo, porque ele diz que isso lhe dá sorte; é ser o wallpaper do celular dele; é receber mensagens de "bom dia" e "boa noite" todos os dias, com muitos emojis de coração; é ser o porto seguro dele, tê-lo nos braços, o rosto escondido na curva do pescoço e um aperto firme depois de uma derrota para seu time ou de um dia particularmente estressante, mas também é ter um melhor amigo com quem se pode desabafar sem medo de julgamentos, dar os melhores e mais calorosos abraços e usar toda a sua condescendência ácida para defender sua amada; é ganhar café da manhã na cama, rir das cuecas de aliens que ele tem, dedicar playlists no spotify e cantar músicas dentro do carro enquanto ele dirige até o destino do próximo encontro; é ter brigas de travesseiros, guerras de cócegas, beijos surpresa; são tapas fugazes na bunda porque é como ele revida as piadas sobre não ter bunda e claro, uma piada afiada sempre acompanha.
O amor de Tooru se mostra nos abraços por trás e beijinhos na têmpora, em cada "eu te amo" sussurrado no ouvido, na maneira como ele beija todas os chupões e mordidas que deixou durante o sexo, nas mãos que cobrem as quinas da mesa, nas ligações longas quando ele está longe e em como ele trás o melhor lado de ambos para o relacionamento, assim como faz com seu time.
Amar Oikawa é entender sua agenda apertada, incentivá-lo em seu sonho e o confortar quando ele se sente insuficiente; é usar pulseiras combinando e usar a camisa dele durante os jogos; é perder uma reserva num restaurante porque ele ficou até tarde treinando, mas ele compensa com lanche para viagem, filmes e uma noite juntos; é ter de lembrá-lo de não forçar demais o joelho e descansar quando a temporada de jogos se aproxima, preparar almoços para ele levar e receber um presentinho que ele comprou no caminho de volta.
O amor de Oikawa Tooru é doce. As vezes tem gosto de lágrimas, outras, cheiro de suor, mas na maior parte do tempo, é suave ao toque.
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#once again a near impossible pole huh (via @thetinytimeturtle)
I was interested in seeing whether people looked at the art isolated on its own or included a mix of things, like what happened in the chapter it's from or the title associated with it. Neat to see how many people use them as phone wallpapers, too.
#21 is so macabre which I love #45 has what looks like field notes in the background Field Notes!! #119 is just AAAAAAa!!!! and so cute #143 is literally my phones lockscreen #I can write an essay on 153 #169 has such a bittersweet nostalgic feel to it #but it is 181 for many of the reasons already stated for Emmas smile the colours and for hitting me the hardest when I first saw it (via @thetinytimeturtle) --- #Chapter 47 especially because it's been my phone's wallpaper for a long time now #It just hits the right aesthetic for me (via @thathilomgirl) --- #i was between 113 and 119 so i was happy to see them winning while tied #also love 153 (via @bluelric)
Same! I'm happy to see each option received at least one vote because these are my favorites, each with compelling reasons to appreciate them. <3
#i picked 113 #they look badass idk #the height diff between Nor and Emma/Ray is just sad :( #also phil and conny 😭 #113 isn’t the most visually appealing out of all of them but i still like it the best #i think if 21 were coloured then i’d pick it #this is hard cuz so many of them are good !! (via @ctrl58)
Between 21 and 122 I think the use of black and white benefits the former much more with how stark the contrast is to highlight the magnitude of the symbolism, but depending on the palette choice for the mound of children's corpses one could take it in an interesting direction.
But 113 definitely has visual appeal with what it represents!
#tbh i totally get why ch113 is a lot of ppl's favorite #i would say its my second or maybe 3rd favorite tbh #seeing all of the kids grown up geared up and serious and then there's norman in the middle #still in his grace field attire and smiling wide like he was when he was 11 and got shipped off :') #obviously its a really great one (via @noremrays)
Precious youthful innocence immortalized how they last remember them—with Norman and Conny not in their final painful moments, but in happier times—contrasted with the children who will carry on fighting for the future they dreamed of, with the gritty, visible toll that takes on them.
#oh this is a hard vote #theyre all so good #but ch75 remains my favorite still #this one and ch181 are often my phone background lol #but ultimately ch75 just has something that makes it so special to me #probably the fact theyre all happy...and together...and Yuugo is behind them carrying some bags like come on whats not to like here... #this is a scene that could never happen in-universe yet it's so sweet #it's one of those 'if only' illustrations and i love that abt it #bit disappointed it doesn't have more votes for now but tbh i totally get why ch113 is a lot of ppl's favorite #ch119 and 153 are also really good #i never really looked at ch153's cover much but yeah. its definitely something (via @noremrays)
Anytime it looks like AU where Ray didn't have infantile amnesia and no one is the wiser to what's really going on at Grace Field or he buys into Isabella's logic that ignorance is bliss and carries that secret with him to the gate, oof; fucks me up something fierce. Dressed up in the shipment outfits for one final performance to uphold the illusion of that glided cage.
(Mystic Code Book Chapter 1 Q&A)
But either way, again playing into the tragedy of children not being allowed to grow up in order to uphold the titular promised neverland for the benefit of the affluent and powerful. Coupled with them all being together after the narrative tore them apart, visions of halcyon days in another, kinder reality.
Also according to TPN wiki, the five characters present in the chapter 75 art were determined by a popularity poll:
#I hate to even vote here because they are all wonderful! #but! Ch.113 does scratch something in my brain #seeing the kids grow up while Conny and Norman stay young #due to the impression of them being gone #with Phil also staying his chubby small self #because they don't know about him #Anna is now the same age as Norman and roughly the same height and it's kinda funny to me #I know girls tend to grow earlier but not as tall as boys #same with Nat. same height as Norman and it shows #while Don didn't even grow that much #and then you have Ray. long legs all the way #I do not want to imagine how much it must have sucked to be on a journey all the time #while your body grows that much #hurting bones. being dizzy and irritated #poor Ray :( #also Emma's so tall too? #we tend to make fun of her being small but damn! almost reaching Ray! #of course Norman had to be extra again #towering over all of them (it's not his fault but I still want to call him out for it XD) #so yeah... height differences will never not make me go O.O (via @officersnickers)
It's wild how much Norman shot up in less than two years, even if by 2049, Don, Norman, and Ray are all within three centimeters of each other.
(Mystic Code Book Character Profiles)
That said I do think Don is slouching a bit in that art. The angle he's at and all the burdens he's carrying at 11-12 years old, you know. </3
Assorted bits/trivia/propaganda: • Favorite volume cover poll can be found here, and favorite inner volume cover poll can be found here. • Chapter 47's art is Kaiu Shirai's favorite color chapter cover art per the "Tracks to the Neverland" exhibition book interview (from December 2020): "Amazingly drawn upper arms (and legs!) Everyone is drawn differently for their different ages! I adore the happy smiles of a mother and her daughters. It's a color page published on One Piece's 20th anniversary, so let me applaud the use of the straw hats and One Piece theme. I love it. Only Emma's hat is fringed and that's the best!" • Chapter 75's art is Demizu's fifth favorite color chapter cover art per the exhibition interview: "The theme was graduation, and I had a lot of trouble deciding the color of the clothes, which left a lasting impression on me. The color scheme is a bit mismatched thanks to the combination of bright colors like foreign uniforms and cherry blossoms, but I think I turned out beautifully." • Chapter 119 was the inspiration for the "The Guiding Star" short story originally published in Shounen Jump GIGA 2019 Summer Volumes 1–3 and eventually reprinted in the fourth light novel, "Films of Memories." (First part can be found here, translated by @presumenothing.) • I included the original spread of chapter 153 in WSJ because the "he is always alone" line kills me. This is also Shirai's fifth favorite color chapter cover art per the exhibition interview: "God. Representing Norman’s mental landscape like this..? I want to take a peek inside Demizu-sensei’s brain! The expression on Norman’s face, a burnt land's grief, frailty; Emma and Ray appearing there. It hit me so hard that I used the metaphor for the main story as well. I love it!" • Chapter 181 propaganda by @tutubola and some tag ramblings:
"i really like this actually. ray carrying one of the younger kids? norman w rolled up pants? the vulnerability???? all of them w rolled up pants/skirts actually. gilda looks so cute. and look at sherry she's so obsessed w norman it's so cute. i would make this more elaborate but i cant think rn be back in 46-79 business days (#it's the more-than-earned casualness of it all combined with it being one of those pictures you can hear the sound of #the soft ebb and flow of the waves and cry of the seagulls #with the warmth emanating from this scene of this family that against all odds was able to overturn destiny #and come out together just as close as not more so than where we started with them in the very first chapter #enhanced by the gentle hues of the setting sun to parallel the end of their long and hard-fought journey #and the warm air that's carried by an equally gentle sea breeze~ #shoutout specifically to seeing Anna‚ Don‚ Norman‚ and Ray naturally falling into their elder sibling roles #showcasing one of the fundamental cores of this series #healingly wholesome)
#Long Post#TPN Polls#FSS Polls#FSS Chatter#Don#Norman#Ray#Tags#Mystic Code Book#TPN Cast#Full Score Trio#TPN 021#TPN 045#TPN 047#TPN 075#TPN 113#TPN 119#TPN 122#TPN 143#TPN 153#TPN 169#TPN 181#Read More
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WALLPAPERS CORALINE | DÊ LIKE!
#wallpapers#lokscreen#tela de bloqueio#papel de parede#tela de fundo#se pegar d? like ou reblog#wallpaper#fondos de celulares#tumblr#iphone#mcp#coraline#coraline e o mundo secreto#filme#movie#animação#terror infantil#♡
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If anyone needs me today, don't
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THE YELLOW WALLPAPER's Gothic Feminist Agony
THE YELLOW WALLPAPER’s Gothic Feminist Agony
The Yellow Wallpaper. 2021. Directed by Kevin Pontuti. Screenplay by Pontuti & Alexandra Loreth. Starring Alexandra Loreth, Joe Mullins, Jeanne O’Connor, Clara Harte, & Mark P. O’Connor. Hysteria Pictures / Emerald Giant Productions / Penitent Productions Not Rated / 98 minutes Horror / Thriller ★★★★ DISCLAIMER: The following essay contains spoilers! Turn back, lest ye be spoiled… Most English…
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#Alexandra Loreth#Charlotte Perkins Gilman#Feminist#Infantilized Woman#Kevin Pontuti#Motherhood#Separate Spheres#The Yellow Wallpaper
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