#tinyhumans

[mix442]

Newborns | Child development in the first 3 months

[joanninkshop]

🌟 It's a good day to teach tiny humans t-shirt! 📚👩‍🏫 Embrace the joy of educating the little ones and watch them grow. 🌱💕 🎉 Let's inspire and shape the future together! ✨🌈

[lesucremygic]

13+13

It's as if the title is going to give you a glimpse of everything terrifying. It's not haha, or maybe it will? Being past 25 is quite terrifying to me.

But I'm very excited about turning 26. The age does feel like I have a new start. I mean technically, I can always make my new start regardless of the time. It's up to me, what is it the society gonna dictate me for again? They have demanded a lot from me.

But walking away from the big number of 25 does feel a little bit like an accomplishment.

I guess life is not always this leisure, but after being in a fight or flight mode for quite long, to be able to taste the mediocrity, the mundane of slow life I can assure you, I can see more clearly.

Last year, I realized that I have never really celebrated myself properly, it was quite a revelation that rendered me speechless. I actually didn't know how to appreciate everything that I have in me without looking at them from the glasses of social expectation.

For someone who does have quite a principle, I always have some kind of battle with myself. But then I realize, those fights are my way to learn, to be a better version of myself. It means that I am still walking despite getting stuck a lot here and there.

One of my ways to celebrate myself and satisfy my teenage self is getting a self-portrait as it was a medium for me to celebrate my existence. I can see myself clearly as someone who does think, who can implement concepts and ideas into something tangible as photographs of my own being. I thought it was going to turn cringe, but apparently I’m happy with the way the whole concept turned out. I can see myself as… you know, me.

Birthdays used to always feel like gloomy revelations that your time is running out, that the clock keeps on ticking like crazy, that you have to run even aimlessly despite how blurry everything is in front of you. However, I decided to change the way I think about that bitter point of view since I realized, our minds sometimes are the cage. 

I’m the one who trapped myself inside it. 

To feel lost and gloomy is very normal, there is actually nothing wrong with that. 

But to dwell on something that is actually proven to be as temporary as life, instead of joining the chirps of the birds and nature singing for their purpose is one big loss that somehow I regretted for not doing sooner. 

There is so much to appreciate about getting older. You get wiser, you get calmer, you get to think from a lot of resources you have collected all of your life, you get to solve stressing situation without feeling like you need to be decapitated exactly at the moment of crisis, you get to experience the joy and the flow of having to live as you are in spite of still searching for your purpose. 

Life does get crazy, as you get older you actually understand that it’s never going to get easier. You just have to accept your situation and walk with determined steps, it can falter sometimes but that’s also okay, just rest for a few moments before taking another. Big steps, small steps, it doesn’t really matter, take the steps even if it’s just a centimeters wide. 

All you have to know is, you did walk, you survived, you celebrate you for existing when it gets too tired, and life does go on. 

To all of my platonic, familial and remotely romantic loved ones, all of my thanks to you for joining me in my journey to go on. My deepest gratitude for helping celebrate myself in ways that resonate a lot with me. 

To all the years ahead of us, I hope we can always remain healthy and sane.

Haha.

To 26, to getting older, to living life. 

L.

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Happy birthday you pocket sized environmentally friendly human with a barely retraceable carbon footprints who loves the wonders of sea even though you're scared of the deep waters.

[sienasigdhaphotoretouchai]

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[ojensby]

Check out this awesome 'Tiny Human Whisperer - NICU Nurse' design on @TeePublic!

[crevicedwelling]

What about if we were mini and farmed cockroaches for their “milk” like cows?

you’re probably referring to Diploptera punctata, which is one species famous for its females feeding their young with a nutritious milk-like substance. but dairy farming sucks for cattle and although I’m not sure what the metabolic cost on the roaches would be it still might not be the best choice. fortunately for you cockroaches are all about eating one another’s secretions! male cockroaches of many species have glands beneath their wings that produce a sweet and nutritious fluid offered to females as a gift or bribe before mating; I often see my Blaptica dubia boys racing around an uninterested female with their wings held straight up to try and get her to take a drink (if you’ve kept chickens, reminds me of when a rooster is frantically trying to call his ladies to eat a tidbit).

so I’m sure we could just breed some species of cockroach into a more productive strain of males, possibly with reduced wings (usually it’s females who evolve towards winglessness) and oversized glands. especially if there were some receptive females nearby, tinyhumans could take the males’ secretions and the males would probably even enjoy it (since they think they’ll get to mate in return). it’d maybe be less like milk but still contains proteins, sugars, and fats so maybe it would be tasty?

[tinyhuman826]

TinyHuman's Masterlist!

If their name isn't on this list, I probably will not write for them unless requested.

Pokemon

Allister

General Allister Headcanons

Fluff Alphabet

Leon

General Leon Headcanons

Roses From Wyndon (Fluff Imagine)

Holiday Headcanons

Songs I think they'd like

Guzma

General Guzma Headcanons

A Downpour in Po Town (Fluff Imagine)

Fluff Alphabet

Holiday Heacanons

Songs I think they'd like

Plumeria

General Plumeria Headcanons

Songs I think they'd like

Raihan

Comfort Headcanons

Piers

General Piers Headcanons

Candy Heart Sweethearts (Fluff Imagine)

Songs I think they'd like

Marnie

General Marnie Headcanons

Fluff Alphabet

Songs I think they'd like

Hop

General Hop Headcanons

Bede

General Bede Headcanons

What I Think They Smell Like

[zozeepy]

Eleventh attack of artfight 2025!!

You can find this awesome creator on Artfight at https://artfight.net/~TinyHuman or instagram at https://instagram.com/TinyHumanDrawz/

:)))

Loved this characters designs. Another apocalyptic oc!!!

I loved the dirt (ash?) this character had on her fingers, I felt it gave her a more realistic feel because her hands are OBVIOUSLY going to be at least a little dirty in an apocalypse.

The colors in this character are to die for!

If I could change anything about this piece I would probably maker her forehead or head smaller, something just feels disproportionate about her head to me.

[babycaresms]

🌿✨ And just like that, everything changed. Welcome to the world Baby. perfect in every way. We are completely undone by love the kind that fills every corner of your heart and spills over into everything you do. Tiny hands, sleepy sighs, endless wonder. 🌙🍼

#newparents #babydays #softmoments #tinyhuman #parenthoodmagic

[thebearmaiden]

I’ve always like taking pictures of baby people. Because they are people, without all the “people-ness.” When you look into their eyes you see exactly who they are meant to be. It’s bad what some people do to their kids—the stories. I feel those stories in my gut. Not this baby person though. He is very much the same now as he was in 2012, he just looks more like person now. #babypeople #tinyhumans #babies #babiesofinstagram #babyphotography #multiethnic #nosuchthingasrace #harlem #tenyearsofphotos #endofthedecade #lookingback #instaphoto #olympusphotography #retro #2012 #2009to2019 (at Central Harlem) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6y4nwbhaJt/?igshid=jle3defv0b7g

[kay-tee-wilson]

When I was 9 I got the worst concussion possible. Ever since that experience all I’ve wanted to do was work in pediatrics with kids like the nine-year-old sized me. After moving to Texas, over a year of applying, thousands of applications, and five interviews its finally happening. Tomorrow morning I start my journey as part of one of the best pediatric hospitals in the nation as a Medical Assistant for Texas Children’s Hospital and I couldn’t be happier. Sometimes it takes longer than you expect to get the job you love, but with continued effort you can do anything you want. So here’s to me. I finally did it!!! #peds #texaschildrenshospital #texaschildrenspediatrics #tinyhumans #arizonarobbin #dreamjob (at Texas Children's Urgent Care) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpx_7U9BOomPzzIV9AvGNPKf85q_7f-b-SF9dk0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1c72v8ygj8mz3

[ojensby]

Check out this awesome 'Neonatal Nurse - Caring for Tiny Lives' design on @TeePublic!

[gemmalosesherjelly]

These two are obsessed with each other. Too sweet. #baby #cousins #niece #nephew #cute #tinyhumans https://www.instagram.com/p/BtaaLH5HaLi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ubct441ebgfy

[mother-2-millions-blog]

Someday we’ll get back to being young, wild, and free. Today - is not that day.

Knock knock.

Seriously.

"Mom."

No.

"Moooommmmm."

Fuck my life.

"MOM! Mom. Mom. Mom. Mamaaaaa!"

"CAN I NOT TAKE A SHIT IN THIS HOUSE FOR 5 SECONDS BY MYSELF?"

"Well, I saw a butterfly at recess today. It was purple, blue, green, red, orange, and yellow. But pink too. Wait, not green."

Good. God. "That's the most amazing thing I've ever heard. Give me a minute please, Ill be out in a second."

"Okay, Ill just sit by the door until your done."

Why does the world hate me? Maybe I should start sitting outside the door whenever they are going to the bathroom just to prove a point? I could scream out their names, "Hazel! Scarlett! Georgia! Audrey! Teddy! I made your lunch today, and used the zip lock baggies with the stars on them. Did you like how I did that? Pretty dope right?" Pshh, yeah right. I can already see it backfiring in my face. Without a doubt 'Bathroom Buddies' would instantly become a thing, a legit 'Shit Squad.' Maybe a 'Pee Party?' 'Deuce Date?' Whatever. It would happen, and it would completely suck. So, Ill just suffer in silence and take the whole of this abuse alone.

With a heavy sigh, I wipe (front to back, so the goods aren't whack), stand and yank my leggings up to my under-boobs. Grabbing the fabric near my inner thighs, I pull them away again to diminish the killer camel-toe look. I've never understood the point of underwear, its just more laundry to do. My phone buzzes against the ol' muffin top and I fish it out of my hoodie pocket. The email icon has presented itself on the screen, feeling proud to be noticed as an actual form of communication and not like it was just a complete waste of a phone grab.

Gmail: Momlifeisthebestlife.com ‘Today, your son is 17 months old! Here are all of the exciting things to come this month for your little guy, and big no-no's to look out for!’

Okay, ew. First off, If I ever become deuchy enough to say my children are X amount of months old after they have lived long enough to be an actual number age in years, I will call Child Protective Services myself and hand them over. No one needs to be that extra. He is ONE. Is he one? Is that email from the legit one I filled out when I was feeling Momtastic, or is it the one I filled out with complete bogus shit to get coupons? When is his birthday? Oh my God what year was he born? 2015? That cant be right, he still has a big head. He’s my fifth and final child, I know that. So if the first one is eight, that means....yeah, he's one-ish.  

5:23pm. That's roughly 2 and a half hours until bedtime. I can make it. Its totally do-able. It even gets dark earlier this time of year, and if I keep them off the tablets, computer, TV Guide, out of the kitchen, or sneaking a peak at my phone, I might even be able to fudge the numbers a little bit. Hand on the doorknob, a mental and supportive 'Aight, lets get it', and I'm back out in the land of tiny humans. As promised, Scarlett is waiting for me, and she has recruited all four of her siblings.

"Well Hello! What kind of party are you guys throwing?"

"A PEE PARTY!!!"

Told ya.

[witcherfan]

July 14th 2021 My new favorite story is called Light of My Hearts by

Fire Red Head over at deviant art.com. Which is the sequel to her first story the link to that can be found at the bottom of the first chapter.

https://www.deviantart.com/fire-redhead/art/The-Light-of-My-Hearts-Ch-1-Babysitting-883932704