#zebra knee

[toothedgoose]

Meet my new babygirl, Cheese Grater <3

[currentlyfreebleeding]

hypermobile people when you smoke weed do you ever feel like it makes you more aware of your looseness like i swear i can actually ~feel~ the jelly that is my joints more than i do normally. it’s making me literally yearn for a body braid i wanna tape my whole body

[ebonytails]

Happy Disability Pride Month!

The Disability Zebra for the Pride Animal series is finally here! (The series where I take requests and design animals based on flags) I designed this all the way back in March, and thanks to everyone's feedback, I was able to narrow it down! (Special thanks to @yomcloud for a lot of helpful notes :-]c) This will never be perfect, but I've gotten a lot of love and joy from myself and disabled friends seeing this little guy :-]

You can get this guy on Redbubble! For local conventions, I'll be selling this as stickers with the gray outline!

Fun Fact! Zebras are also used as a symbol to represent rare diseases! This is based on the quote "When you hear the sound of hooves, think horses, not zebras." In regards to what doctors should consider when diagnosing a patient. This ends up with many disabled people not getting the right diagnosis, being ignored, or their conditions not being researched enough. All this because something is considered "rare", when in fact people with these disabilities are still large in number, diagnosed or not- a lot of disabled people even feel that their diagnoses may even be more common than we think. Because of this, the animal has been embraced by what doctors may call "medical zebras", now being used to represent many different disabilities considered "rare" such as Ehler's Danlos Syndrome, CACP Syndrome, and many more!

If you are disabled or know someone who is disabled, this pride animal is for you! If you are or know someone who is considered a "medical zebra", I hope this zebra brings you joy!

[veryinjuredperson]

damn, i must have fucked up HARD in a past life to get all these disorders, what a party past me had

[differenteagletragedy]

More Bad Bad Boy Baxter, some of which may have been touched upon in the original post but sorry he lives in my heart

Because this version of Baxter is still so perceptive. He can read you like a book, and he wants to memorize every word. He wants to open you up and break you down, chapter by chapter, page by page, until he can recite every single bit of you long after he's gone. And this Baxter will do it too, he'll sink his fingers in you, will take every single thing you offer.

He still knows he's going to leave, and he won't purposefully be a dick about it, but if you end up getting attached after he's made it clear that whatever it is between you has a definite expiration date, then that's on you. Sure, he may hate himself for it, he might curse himself after he watches you walk across the street and back into your safe, loving home well past your curfew, with parents who care enough to notice such things, and he may have a weak moment when he's chain-smoking on the balcony at 3 am, trying not to think about how good it would feel to play this game for keeps, but still. You knew what you were getting into.

There's one moment in the middle of the summer, after one of those curfew-breaking nights out. He stays out front of his condo, watching you stumble through your door, a bit wobbly from the drinks he'd snuck you at the club you'd went to in the city. He knows you look just a little wrecked, that you smell like smoke and liquor and him, and when he sees the living room lights flicker on he can't help but stay outside, lighting a cigarette and imagining what's happening inside.

But he doesn't have to imagine too much, because suddenly he hears raised voices. Nothing crazy, and he can hear more concern than anger in your mothers' tones as they carry across the quiet street. He hears something about being good -- you used to be so good, one of them told you, and he doesn't fight the little smirk that crosses his features at the thought.

Because it means he's changed you, even if just a little bit, even if just for now. He's corrupted at least a little sliver of the pretty little thing he was lucky enough to meet this summer, and it sends a thrill through him. He wants you to be different after him, because that means you might remember him. Which, at the heart of it, is all he's ever wanted.

[kneehighsocks]

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[silentgravesdontexist]

⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆  STORMY NIGHTS AND LILACS  ⋆ ☁︎⋆₊⁺⋆

“look at me,” Soshiro coaxes, tilting your face so you’re forced to look into his eyes. his gaze is piercing but warm, a smile curling at his lips when he sees your own eyes, dark and loving. you squirm a little in his hold. he can tell the longer he silently studies you, admiring the way the black silk clings to your form, the more flustered you become. how cute. he finally gives in when your lips pillow in a slight pout, hands coming up to rest on his chest. he’s quick to grab your wrists, pinning your arms against the wall behind you. his lips connect with yours, moving against you in hungry kisses. you pull away when you need to catch your breath, chest rising and falling in a way that is oh so distracting to him. he smiles down at you yet again. you’re perfect.

ZEBRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU— I— WHAT??? THIS...I CAN'T...WHAT??? HOW DO I— HUH???

[pokemonfrommemory]

Baby!

[plasmafrag]

The girls got some mealworms to chomp on today.

[melodymorningdew]

First day of physical therapy was all right but my knee is gonna murder me if I move it too much.

Had to explain to my PT that my pain tolerance is high so he'll have to tell me when to stop- he was very understanding which is great.

My other knee started hurting during some of the exercises and he seemed to be understanding of that too so I'm pretty grateful. Great PT team :3

[rikotin]

i need to be put into a sensory deprivation tank to decompress once a week instead of once a year

[mischievousmoony]

hi, ok i have another idea for a fic which again totally up to you to write!! but i had an idea with dad!james and r where their kid is like equally obsessed with their mum as james is with r and one day james decides to prank their kid by saying something bad about the r while their kid is present and the baby just goes off. i feel like you would do an amazing job with this! feel free to ignore too. have a perfectly splendid day!!

-🪷

"the baby just goes off" painted a hilarious picture of an infant yelling at his dad in my mind lmao. ty for the request this warmed my heart to write + special thanks to @moonpascal for chatting a little about kids, gave me the reassurance & inspiration i needed

𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜

⟢ dad!james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.1k ⟢ warnings/tags: fluff, dad/husband!james, mom/wife!reader, no use of y/n, no name for the son, idk how to write a child's dialogue tbh son's supposed to sound 4 years old

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James gladly goes out of his way to mention to anyone who will listen that his little one is unmistakably a Mummy's boy. From family to friends to the poor souls who bag his groceries, James will talk the ear off of anyone he can.

He finds it to be the most endearing thing in the world— the way that your son is as obsessed with you as James is. Always staying close and clinging to you, touching affection radiating from every hug and smile.

Today, as he watches his son run back and forth across the carpet, handing his mother block after block just to see her face light up after each gift, his awe and admiration are insurmountable.

Last night, James surprised you with a pair of earrings that you have been wishing for. When your face lit up upon receiving the little leatherette box, so did your son's. He didn't quite understand why you were so excited about some cube, but since then he's been trying to replicate your excitement with presents of his own.

"Oh my! Another one! Thank you, buddy," you beam, you're gratefulness and delight unwavering as he hands you the sixth block.

Your son giggles, bouncing in his spot as you inspect each side of the little wooden toy, telling him how much you adore the blue penguin painted on one of its faces.

That's another thing that touches James' heart: the tender nurture and care that you bestow upon your son with such unwavering devotion and warmth. It has James convinced that you must be the best mum in the entire world.

He might just melt at the sight of you now, kneeling happily in front of a growing pile of blocks as your son scurries back and forth, adding to your collection. James sits cross-legged to your right, resting his elbow on his knee and laying his head in his hand, watching the two he loves most in the world with hearts in his eyes.

You gasp, as if surprised when handed block number seven. "Oh, this is my favorite one yet. How did you know I love zebras?" you ask, your thumb tracing over the red acrylic paint on the side of the block.

By the time you have twelve, nearly half of his collection, you say, "I have a lot of blocks here, buddy, do you want to give some to Daddy?"

"No!" your son protests immediately, running off to his toy box for the thirteenth time.

You and James both chuckle, exchanging amused glances. Finding your son's reaction hilarious, James’s mischievous side has him dreaming up new ways to push his buttons. Your son thinks the world of you, and James is curious to see what the little guy will do if he claims otherwise.

"Well, what am I gonna do with all of this? Should I..."

You leave your son in suspense for a moment, and his hands hover over his toy box as looks at you, hanging onto your every word in anticipation.

"...build a castle!?"

“Yeah!” your son cheers, scooping three more blocks into his arms, thrilled to supply the bricks for your castle.

James nudges you, a sign of his upcoming playfulness. “You sure about that, bud? Mummy is absolutely rotten at building castles.”

Halfway across the carpet, your son stops in his tracks, glaring at his father as he tries to keep his blocks from falling out of his arms.

Stifling a laugh, you press your fingertips to your lips. By now, you’re used to James’ bursts of mischief, and you’re more than happy to sit back and let them play out. Unless you’re an active participant, of course.

You muster up a scandalized gasp as he reaches for your mountain of presents, claiming three blocks in one hand.

“No!” your little one complains, rushing to drop his three in your lap to replace the ones that James stole, “those are Mummy’s!”

“You sure Mummy deserves all these blocks?” James asks, starting to stack them into a tower, “You watch, I’ll build a castle that’ll make her’s look like rubbish.”

Your son hastily makes his way over to his dad, both arms extended as he collides with the tower and sends the blocks flying. "Stop it," he says as he scoops up the nearest block and runs it back over to you, shouting, "Mummy's castles are the best!"

He climbs into your lap, clutching onto the toy tightly as one of your arms wraps around him, and you feel your heart start to melt as you rub soothing circles into his back. You look over your son's head, your eyes sparkling with affection as you meet your husband's tender gaze.

Not having the heart to mess with him for very long, James concedes, "You're right, I'm not being very nice, am I?"

"Nuh-uh!" your son replies, shaking his head with exaggeratedly vigor, the curls he gets from his dad bouncing about.

"What can I do to make it up to her?" James asks, turning the ordeal into a subtle lesson as he dramatically feigns sorrow and despair over his actions.

"'Pologize," your son commands, his head swiveling to look at James expectantly over his shoulder.

James puts on his most sheepish, apologetic smile, looking from his son to you. "I'm very sorry. He's right, your castles are the best. Can you forgive me, love?"

"Aw, of course I forgive you," you say warmly, your amusement manifesting as a wide smile. You lean back so you can get a good view of your son's face when you tell him, "You know, I bet what Daddy really wants is to build a castle with us. I love your presents, bud, but we don't want to leave Daddy out do we?"

He looks down at the block in his little hand. "No," he replies shyly.

"So why don't you ask him to build a castle with us?" You give him a pat on the back before releasing him from your arms. "Go on," you coax.

He steps closer to James, holding the block close to his chest. "We can all build a castle," he offers.

"Yeah?" James' face lights up, and it's not for show. Genuine joy takes over his features as he ruffles your son's hair, responding, "I'd love nothing more, little man."

"But you have to be nice to Mummy!" he demands, his little voice firm and earnest as he looks up at James with wide, serious eyes.

"I promise, I will be on my best behavior," James assures him, his voice sincere as he gives a playful salute. That's enough for your son, because he finally awards James with his very first block, which he accepts with pride.

"Good!" your son cheers, already moving on to the pile of blocks to start stacking them as he proclaims, "Mummy is the best, and we have to show it!"

Your lips part as you suck in a breath, a quiet gasp. Receiving your son's affection never fails to make your heart swell.

You don't feel James' eyes on you, but he's watching— admiring, more like, as he takes in the way that you soften at your son's sweet words. A smitten smile plays at his lips as he agrees, "She is the best, isn't she?"

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[bunny-jpeg]

how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

the servers are from the following: formula one, call of duty, baldur's gate 3, haikyuu, one piece, jujustu kaisen, detective comics (dc), marvel comics (but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!)

i do also accept polyam relationships! (pairing + reader), up to about four people! just to make it manageable on my end!

all orders can be made to the inbox for @bunny-jpeg and i'll get your order together asap! also let me know if you want it extra sweet or a little more spicy !

mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

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[bisexualbaker]

I was just wondering about this myself for unrelated reasons, thank you!

Hello! I was wondering how difficult it is to interpret sign language from a person with disabled hands. I intend to write a character whose hands are damaged by leprosy, but he does know sign language; if he tried to use it instead of speaking aloud, would people be able to guess what he is trying to sign, or would it be too difficult / impossible to tell, and how severely could his hands be affected before it became unreadable? I haven't decided whether his fingers are paralyzed, or mostly gone. Thanks!

Hi!

I know for ASL, you need at least one hand that can do handshapes, which generally means 5 functioning fingers. This isn't hard-and-fast--and there are definitely signers with disabilities that interfere with their signing--but it means your character may need to adapt signs, be understood only by a few people who know his signing style well, or other signers find his signing hard to understand, or he might not be able to sign at all. Some other sign languages do require 2 hands. I think exactly how hard it would be to adapt sign language depends on the sign language itself (what handshapes are common, how many hands you need) and exactly how his hands function.

Mod Rock

[moo-blogging]

Some late night fluffy thoughts with Dad Levi before bed..

You heard the familiar beep as Levi locked the car. Levi's home! Your baby was sitting in a circle of toys, blabbering happily as she fed herself another zebra. You gently removed the slimy zebra from her, cooing "dada's home!"

Your baby's face lit up immediately. She now could recognised words like dada, mama, her name, milk, toys, nap, and no, don't put in your mouth. You carried baby into your arms, wiping her saliva on a napkin as you knelt behind the shoe cabinet. You lowered your body, shushing your overly excited baby. You were going to surprise Levi.

You both listened as Levi's keys giggled from his pocket and twisted the door knob. A loud click echoed in the quiet room. You watched expectedly from the floor with baby by your chest.

Levi was slightly confused as he stepped into the house. His eyes scanned the horizon for you and baby. The living room was littered with colourful toys; soft, boiling sound was coming from the kitchen and the whole house smelt of mushroom soup. He smiled softly. He knew you were hiding to surprise him again. He called to you.

"Y/n? My love? Baby? Where are my babies?" Levi removed his shoes and as he bent his knees to reach for his shoes, he felt eyes on him. Lifting his head, two pairs of gleaming eyes greeted him with big smiles. The moment your eyes met, Levi's face broke into a big grin.

Your baby squealed happily, bouncing on your hand as she reached for her dada. You lifted her toward Levi and Levi took her into his hands, carrying her into his arms. Your baby was kicking and giggling as Levi kissed her chubby cheek. Baby smelt of baby powder, sweet milk and tiny tinge of shampoo you washed her just now. Levi exhaled in relief. Baby rubbed her face on Levi's, her tiny arms wrapped half way around Levi's neck.

Grinning, you collected his shoes and dropped them into the shoe cabinet. Levi pulled you by the waist into his arms. Your lips locked as soon as you turned to face him. Levi kissed you again as you pulled away. This was your kiss, the double kiss. When you were dating, Levi said one kiss was too less, three kisses would lead to somewhere hot, while two kisses were just enough. And the double kiss was now your kiss.

Baby squealed for dada's attention. Levi turned and kissed her cheek again. "Let me kiss my wife, little girl!" He teased her. Baby clumsily kissed his nose, leaving a thread of saliva as she pulled away, giggling.

You watched as the love of your life laughing and grinning with the baby you made together. The light in his eyes made you so happy. You squeezed him tighter in your arms as you leaned your head on the crook of his neck. The baby with the exact same hair colour and porcelain skin blabbering children language to her dada, while Levi trying his so very best to answer everything she said. Life was beautiful.

[s-rosie]

CRACK TIG HCS

these are some unhinged hcs my little rat i found in my restaurant stirred up for me last night. some of these are spicy so read at your own risk. i hope you like themmmm 💖 (warning- mention of sh but not actual sh)

rohan has absolutely no spice tolerance (makes sense bc he’s british and that food is plain lmao (no offense to british people)) so jameson eats spicy food and offers it to rohan to get on his nerves

every hawthorne had had an incident with making out in one of the hawthorne libraries it is a cannon event and cannot be stopped

max calls xander kitten and my prince

grayson once had hickeys on his neck and jameson went INSANE with the teasing and jokes (but grayson pointed out that he and ave always have love marks on them too so that shut him up lmao)

max is religious and oblivious, so once she had to go on her knees for something and she said sum like “it’s okay, i’m used to getting on my knees” and everyone started laughing

gigi accidentally took edibles instead of her vitamins so she got HIGH and i mean HIGH like she was running through the house in only a bra and a ballet tutu for some reason screaming cabinet battle #2 from hamilton

jameson is lactose intolerant but he sees it as a challenge, not a weakness

libby just randomly throws up and just goes on like it’s fine (think kindergartener)

nash saw marks on jameson’s wrists and thought he was doing sh and jameson assured him he wasn’t but nash wouldn’t take that as an answer and kept asking him about it until he told him the truth (it was marks from the handcuffs that avery used on him the night before)

avery puts bows in oren’s hair and makes him look like such a coquette queen

rebecca makes a bunch of different types of bread and takes out all of her anger kneading the dough

nash talks to his horses like they are holding a gun to his head bc he’s low-key afraid of them

alisa once ate a full tub of ice cream while watching barbie: life in the dream house bc she was depressed and no one knows about it

xander would always bang on the door when avery and jamie were making out or doing more 😏 bc he was just trying to be annoying so now oren has special instructions to not let xander get close to their door

max and xander send pictures of their shits to each other and they rate them from one to ten

thea once beat up a kid when she was in elementary school bc they stole her zebra cake