#(And ofc the kids are alright)

[toddtakefive]

one of my favorite things about dps is the completely irrelevant background conversations/comments you’re probably not meant to hear but are still just barely audible? like the two guys in the study room arguing over their turns on the dart board, or the guys laughing under their breath and making ridiculing remarks when knox reads out his poem for chris, or the people in the opening scenes you can hear finding their friends and saying hi. it literally doesn’t matter at all, but it makes it feel so much realer and like you’ve really just been dropped into the setting with todd on the first day.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the patient but intense waiting continues

[birdkittenn]

so. oracion

[ro-bottt]

consider: eitoru, but yuri, and thorfinn is a mermaid creature thing for some reason

no? no takers?

[liquidstar]

Between commissions I finally managed to finish this OC set of parent characters! If the looks aren't enough to show you who their kid is, the background colors match them ^_^ but of course more details below!

Name: Thuban

Name origin: The former pole star, before the north star (Polaris), it's name means "Large snake" and is referred to as the “Dragon's tail”

Pronouns: He/him

Age: N/A

Relation: Raised Polaris, though they're not related by blood and have a somewhat distant relationship, until he suddenly went MIA

Weapon: Spear (Same as Polaris's)

Ethos (Power): N/A

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Make no phallic jokes about the large snake thing and you'll be rewarded

Name: Ananke

Name origin: A moon of Jupiter, named for the mythological spirit of necessity, inevitably, and compulsion

Pronouns: She/her

Age: -

Relation: Bella's mother, she raised her to be a warrior

Weapon: Bardiche

Ethos (Power): Indomination (The ability to freeze the movement of objects and people, and lock them in place)

Flaw power is based on: Her strict enforcement of obedience through authoritarianism, and a lack of concern for the wishes of others

Notes: She believes in tough love. It's better in the long run to give your kid strength rather than affection.

Name: Rhea

Name origin: A moon of Saturn named after the Titan known as the mother of the gods

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 38

Relation: Saiph's mother, though she gave him up to the guild when he was very young

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Was unable to take care of a baby at the time, and gave Saiph to the guild. She wishes she'd visited beyond that but it's probably too late now...

Name: Arche

Name origin: One of Jupiter's moons, it's name comes from the muse of new beginnings and is associated with springtime

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 7

Relation: Saiph's half-brother. Neither currently knows the other exists

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: He's just a little guy. He likes flowers and playing with toys. He wants to be a cool hero like his dad

Name: Poerava

Name origin: A star in Tucana, the Maori word for a black pearl of mystical beauty and perfection

Pronouns: She/her

Age: -

Relation: Al's mom. She mostly raised him on her own while her husband was with the knights.

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Probably the best parent of the bunch if we're being real.

[theloveinc]

caitie plz i need the angst need to hear the backstory of shinso putting work before you and the baby…id like to think he didn’t outright say it and somehow that even hurt more to think he couldn’t admit it to himself

(pt.i here!)

Yessss I think that's exactly what happens, too!

Like, to him specifically, it never actually emotionally feels like he's choosing work over you, you know, he's not in the sense that he does love you both more than ANYTHING. But at the same time, he's also unable to actually stop himself from putting way too much into the job, even when you go from asking to literally begging him to.

Honestly, I think part of him doesn't realize he's doing it. Every second he's at work, he's thinking about you... it doesn't matter TO HIM that it's the third night (or day) in a row he's spent sleeping at the agency, it doesn't matter to him that he hasn't been there for any mealtimes or bedtimes or bath times with his daughter, or anything else... since he's keeping you in his heart, he believes it's not so bad as, for example, real abandonment.

Except it lowkey is.

(For such a smart guy, he's super, SUPER dumb about it—the very few times in a week he's home to see you, he's getting annoyed when you try to bring up him cutting his hours back: not even for your sake but for your daughter's... and then getting angsty when you get annoyed. He can't remember exactly when you start getting really mad.)

But then you hit him with separation papers and the topic of divorce and the whole world comes crashing down on him. I don't want to say you have one of those cliche moments when you literally ask him to choose between family or work as he's walking out the door................ but absolutely that is what I want to say, at least in the sense that I think:

You're talking about trying to make things work, finally, FINALLY, he took a few days off to sort things out with you and commit to being a father... and just when things are starting to seem like they'll be okay in the end (AKA: he was actually able to get you to smile and accept a gentle kiss), in the middle of the night, one of the first he's actually been back in your bed, he's getting a phone call about needing to come into the agency and...

You're sitting up in the dark as he's walking to the bedroom door, and you just know what's happening, and he's turning to look at you and no words are even needed to get across that if he leaves, you won't let him back in.

(And then that's really when he starts to sleep under his desk, eat literally nothing and go out on patrol for HOURS ON END, and actually process the extent of what's happened; that it was just as bad as leaving you all together in the first place, especially with a baby in the picture... and the fact that it was a decision he literally, consciously made.

(It took lecture upon lecture from Aizawa, Denki, Deku, fuck, Monoma, before he was able to get himself a half-decent apartment and actually reach out and to figure out a co-parenting schedule w/ you. Lord knows he'd never ask you to bend over backwards for him ever fucking again.)

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

if you happen to enjoy any other sitcoms (tgg can be included here), what are your top 5 favs?

If not: top 5 fav TV series in general?

I do enjoy sitcoms in general, yeah! TGG is obviously in the top spot haha (both as a sitcom and as a TV series in general, it's my all-time favourite!!), but that feels a bit like cheating, so have my top 6 sitcoms instead:

The Golden Girls

Derry Girls

Life With Elizabeth

One Day At A Time (2017)

Bewitched (1964)

Casa Vianello

This last one is an Italian sitcom that was really popular when I was a kid, and it's a riot! It's the everyday life of an old married couple who bicker all day and all night but love each other to bits. The main actors were married and very in love in real life too -- to the point that they died within months of one another. They were one of Italy's most beloved famous couples.

Just for kicks (and because I like listing things!), have also my top 5 non-sitcom shows:

Only Murders In The Building

The Good Place

Good Omens

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Boris

This last one is Italian as well! It's a very funny satire show that pokes fun at Italian TV networks. Extremely quotable.

Thank you for the question!! You made me realize I should rewatch a few of these, haha!

[Ask me my Top 5 anything]

[wellthatschaotic]

so my work is supposed to offer grooming and training for the ouppies (as well as daycare and boarding) but. we dont have a groomer or trainer yet. i was told we'd get a groomer early 2024. we have not. the main reason i want a groomer is so that we can offer nail trimming services. i love all my kids but some of them have Knife Toes

[toastsnaffler]

I have an interview tmr for a possible teaching assistant job. but I realllyyyy really don't want to fucking go

[levil0vesyou]

🤦‍♂️ I just keep finding weirder and weirder "movements" on this site (and probably elsewhere if I were to look) like...

There's this subgroup of people who I'm not gonna name cuz they're probably kids and I don't want them harassed who like... position themselves as the "good" lgbt+ ppl who are making the community better for other lgbt+ folks, especially ones who also experience other forms of marginalisation, which is, in theory, a nice goal.

And some of their ideas check out, they clearly understand the paradox of tolerance, they're expressly anti-terf, anti-exclusionism, anti-racism and more. But then they also are anti things that make no fucking sense to exclude (on the basis that they're not "valid") such as people with "contradictory" identities such as transmasc lesbians, also they're for some reason really obsessed with hating non-traumagenic systems? Like... those people are not your enemy, they are literally just chilling.

How's that saying go? There's only two types of people who don't belong at Pride: those that are in acute medical distress (who should go get patched up and then they can come back) and those that are attacking others. The same should be applied to the community in general tbh. And no, a trans woman having "fag" in her bio doesn't mean she's attacking you.

Like... who cares if someone's identity doesn't make sense to you, personally? Who cares if you can't wrap your head around it? You know who else casts people out because they think if they don't personally understand every aspect of their identity that means it isn't real? All kinds of lgbtphobes. Homophobes, classic transphobes, terfs, transmeds, aphobes, ... they think like that.

Kill the cop inside your head. You don't have to understand it, you simply have to accept it! I don't understand many things. I don't 100% understand kinnies. I still don't fully get how systems work. I don't see the appeal of nounself pronouns. I've tried my best to familiarise myself with these groups, but I'm still not up to speed. And that's okay! Generally, I do this: if someone tells me something about their identity, be it gender, orientation or whatever, I tend to take them at their word and respect their wishes. Because if anyone knows, it'd be them!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

as ever like: no two things Need to be juxtaposed, much less like material vs material deathmatch Only One Can Be Good, much less am i thinking i have thee objective word on fuckall b/c who does and it's like perfectly boring & unserious whenever someone just throws out Takes that are just "i think...[xyz] is [adjective]" like okay.

but anyways thinking of how, though differing in execution in a lot of ways ofc, deh & bmc start out in a v similar place & explore a journey to self-acceptance from a despairing starting point....it feels like a lot of the hindrance in deh's exploration of its own Theme there is in like, hey. :) hand on your shoulder. it's okay b/c you'll be able to be more normal. whereas w/bmc it's that it's okay b/c you'll be able to be more abnormal

[blindedguilt]

//So that essay I did. I ended up writing VERY VERY thinly veiled DOD fanfiction for the prompt which was basically “Write a first-person initiation into adulthood based off one of the stories in the textbook and a comparative essay between the two after” and so I ended up bullshitting the essay only reading the stories after I made the narrative lol i got a 96/100 anyways //I figured as it was about everyone’s favourite bilf of the bog that I’d post it here, but... //Reminder: This is my first time really solidly writing in first person since I was like nine, so it may be a bit rocky. First person is NOT my area of expertise lol //And ofc obvious trigger warnings for mentions of paedophilia and stuff (Nothing explicit though, of course!) //Enjoy!

“...And we’ll be married. You’ll see.” “I never saw you speak to each other.” “I said, you’ll see.”

So the banter had gone by so frequently then, and now stood I alongside his wife and his child, and mother on the other side, staring at the curves of his face and how it had thinned, still soft and child-like yet aged and grown in such a way none could have explained by any normal means. Perhaps, then, it was in the sight of those definitively unchanging eyes and how they gleamed the same way under the sun that had caught my attention, and in turn, his, and he turned to look back with some strange sadness that I had averted my gaze in some feeling between either abashedness or fear of any hint of understanding to be held. “...Why her?” “Her? Leonard, look at her.” “I do see her.” “Don’t you? You hardly even looked. Well…” “She… Is kind, isn’t she?” “Yes! And one day, I will make her my bride.” And so the village men had gone and lined up near the forest break on the army’s cart, the showing of the backs of their unnaturally cut hair settling an odd knot in the stomachs of I and who I was certain, the other few men who stayed behind. Orbas’s hair had been a similar length of the day I met him, so I had recalled, though the ends were splayed and framed that once pale neck in such a way that reminded me of the small leaves of a flaxen bush or perhaps a spring tree, though there was one small, favorite piece that strayed off the side of his face — His son, such a small child, had already inherited it — And so he had frequently kept tied and twined with the same strip of leather worn by men and women here. For Orbas, it was no more. I had thought to pick up his son at that moment; for his sake, his father’s sake, and as well my own. Near four and almost the same image as his father, that I had at times troubled myself in remembering his mother, and to see and grant his father’s own personal wishes of caring for that stray hair in his place (So as I had when we were mere boys), tying the silk strands in place, to have “him” so completely and totally reliant on me, it was comforting. The feel of the warmth from such a small body, held in my arms and placed against my own, the grip of small hands pulling against my cloak, was comforting. It was wish fulfillment, in a way. The circumstances in which we had met were entirely on Orbas’s own will. How he darted so confidently up to the smithing corner with frail legs that seemed ready to snap under his own weight, and I, feeble and feminine in mind as he was in body, having apparently gained some semblance leaning towards haughty self-bravado thought, ‘What does this mad fool think he’s doing? Who does he think he is?’ and was only further driven in such convictions when he spoke as if we had never once been strangers before. For Orbas, all it took was a single conversation —  And still, for all the good I’ve come to speak and feel for him, I think not once have I changed in my belief that he was completely mad that day in having tossed all pride aside to speak to the mollified mute of Atheren. 

He had dragged me from my crafts, introduced me to friends who would soon become my own, and had not once ceased for a day after to visit me in my practice there. Father was pleased at first, until he wasn’t, as I had gone from smithing and not speaking to speaking and not smithing, and following his harsh, booming rebuke towards the shaken lad as I could only offer my embarrassed gaze lowered towards the dirt, and bits of green with hints of metal in-between, he would come every other day instead. When we went out, with others or by ourselves as we later had, it had always been Orbas there to lead the way, the conversation, to give directions and warnings unless I knew better in my caution, to where I would try to speak — But I was merely a follower. I have always been, a fact with no shame in admitting and a fate I would think to show no more than indifferent contentment towards. “Why me?” I had asked. Another walk. “We never spoke before.” “Can you keep a secret?” I nodded. Something in my heart fluttered and leapt with those words. “Well… Haven’t you seen yourself?” Something must have been spoken in my silence as confusion or hurt in a way he didn’t need to look over his shoulder to see, prompting him to explain. “You never spoke to the adults or children your age, but only the animals and infants lost by their mothers. You panicked, but always found them home. We saw it. We all did, then, you know.” “...” “When you saw a fly being eaten by a spider, you would take a stick to it and try to ward it off. If you couldn’t reach, you’d find somewhere else to go that you didn’t have to hear it. Your father yelled at you because you had trouble baiting a fish hook. Other children… Normal boys, at least, we saw it and laughed. You, already bigger than the rest of us and yet hardly able to look anyone in the eyes. The girls fancied it, though, called you a gentleman and all, and so one day I thought, ‘I wonder if there’s someone he’s trying to impress with all this?’ and I began to get curious.” “No. I… I’m not trying to impress anyone.” “Well you certainly are when you follow every stupid order I give you.” I stared at the back of his head. A few more steps, and he peered over his shoulder at me, whatever look I wore causing those soft lips to curl up into a laugh. “There has to be someone.” “... There isn’t, honest.” “Say who. We can help you, Leonard, and you’re set to be wed before any of us. Haven’t you always spoken about wanting children? Yours and mine can be friends, and your sons will be older and teach my sons all about everything, just like us!” Something in those words had risen and tightened the back of my throat, and I spoke as I did back then, before I met him — Unable to look him in the eye, look at him at all, and my voice had grown so faint the sound had barely reached my own ears. “It is a secret. That is all.” … And as the years passed, that secret and I grew up and spent our years together, the “Secret” got married at fifteen, and I was sixteen, except he had grown out of being a “Secret”, and once I did, I thought to myself, “I am free” —  But I never did find a wife. When the friends of my childhood pointed them out, “That one’s pretty”, “I spoke to her, she is interested in you”, I only could only ever offer another soulless nod along to the increasingly agitated and growing band of married men, all who later had their sons I loved and adored just as I would have my own, and some had daughters, too. In that same year Orbas had gotten married, I moved on to another secret picking berries in the woods, another fixation skinning their knee on the ground, but after him, I never knew it as I did then — “Such a thing would be impossible,” I always told myself — And I continued life as a blacksmith’s son, a follower, and a coward to the war that brought itself to our town in search of new hands for slaughter. “Security” had been the word spoken to me that day, who chose to stay behind (The child incapable of baiting a fish hook or accepting nature in near all its form), in contrast to him, whose bravery sought the peace of the world, the heads of red-eyed monsters, all the glory and fame reflected back the small village of Atheren, even at risk of his own family, foraged and built. A family, one woman and her four year-old son, unable to fend for themselves. Once again he acted in a way that any madman might, entrusting his sole unmarried friend to care for a wife and son in his absence, and then again, perhaps not mad — Explicitly had he stated his trust with a laugh in that I had come “This far” without any luck, and furthermore went to cite our own, personal trust we had built in each other — He knew they would be fine because he simply knew me. Always the protector, and where I never did find a wife, I made my home among the children of the village. And as the cart started away through the woods with a forward jerk, and Obros, the sweetness grown out of his face, looked over his shoulder at me, his tiny son held in my arms, and smiled with that worried look, I smiled back. I gave him a nod in reassurance, and he slipped through that canopy of pine and birch and away towards war beyond. It’s alright now. Now, I am fine. He’ll be alright. He’ll be alright. It’s okay, because now, I’ve finally found someone. Someone I love, just as I loved you. It was a secret.

[armandism]

i love bees so much and the best thing thats ever happened to me was realizing that theyre just little guys and wont sting unless provoked. cause i used to be so afraid or every bee as a kid and now i just pick them up when i see one lying in the middle of the sidewalk and put them somewhere safe. theyre my best friends

[itstokkii]

omg is this abt jokingly saying toji is turkish lol. he's japanese ?? where were you when everyone was jokingly headcanoning jjk characters as people from their country/region FULLY KNOWING these characters are actually japanese

meanwhile your friend consistently orientalizes turkey lol(don't take it from me take it from my many turkish friends who, upon looking at the description, called it orientalist)

that's so funny, at least ik you're stalking me too somehow ?? twinsies ❤️

[likemosaic]

@ein-schnee-sturm : ❝There is no need to shoulder this burden on your own.❞ ((Winter to Coco, if that’s alright?)) prompt: god of war: ragnarok starters.

she's got nothing against winter schnee, but compared to the older woman, coco feels as though she's gotten her life path wrong. atlas academy was right there and coco ran away from it like it was going to eat her, off to ho-dunk patch to begin her huntress career. coco knows from rumors and hearsay than winter doesn't have it easy herself, that she's got her own problems with her family beyond counting, but the younger still worries that a lecture might be coming on.

"i'm fine." the folded arms and slightly sullen expression that emulate a little girl's pout don't corroborate that story. she's not perfect, but coco thinks she's better than she was in atlas--she can use her credit card and her father still pays it off without asking questions. if coco rejects his calls and pretends he doesn't exist, it's like she doesn't even know where the money is coming from, or what it cost. sure, on paper she's now an orphan with no immediate family, whose custody is in beacon's hands, but she feels like that's a fine trade-off. no family is better than what she had.

she scuffs her boot against the ground, looking down, not meeting winter's eyes. "i just followed your example and bailed out of that place. vale's not perfect, but..." she trails off. better than atlas. though she doesn't say it, coco doesn't think atlas academy would have been out of albert's reach, but rather, perfectly within his grasp. she needed to leave the entire continent to get away from him. she hopes winter can understand needing to flee from your "father".

though it isn't rational, nor does it match up with the winter schnee that coco knew once, her insecurities and anxiety coil around each other and create something ugly. the confidence is false; on the inside, coco is expecting a scolding, even though winter is only offering to help. "really, i'm...cool. honestly, i'm doing fine. i..." couldn't stand to ask for help and be a fucking bother. she changes the subject. "...hear you're doing pretty damn good for yourself, anyway. that's, um, cool. you shouldn't worry about me, you've gotta worry about yourself. i hear general ironwood is a tight-ass."

[old-thymey-magpie]

More old Fraggle art, this time the second of two monster transformations I've given Gobo over time, this one a naga form from RP shenanigans in an urban fantasy-type AU my partner and I shoved Fraggle Rock into.

Thanks to the magic in the setting he's able to transform back and forth at will, however this comes at a cost: the naga form bleeds backward into his regular Fraggle self. The changes are gradual but eventually he winds up with fangs, a split snake-like tongue, the occasional grouping of scales in his fur, and finally horns (which is the explanation for these pictures that I mentioned then ;P ). He's also far, FAR more sensitive to cold, but hey there's heightened senses now? ...And venom when in naga form, as it's based on a copperhead snake. Win some, lose some?

This whole thing is absolutely self-indulgence, but hey kill the part of you that cringes and all. I love drawing this stupid Fraggle noodle, and you can bet that now that I'm posting these there's gonna be more here in the future.

Bonus: a scene from one such part of this RP where he woke up to discover the horns