#Age appropriate

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

CG!Howdy Pillar x Little!GN!Reader Headcanons

Side note : GN = gender neutral

✿ I think Howdy would definitely take on the role of caregiver whether you were together or not, he just gives me those vibes (◡‿◡✿)

✿ If you were little at the shop, he would let you sit at the counter with some paper and a box of crayons

✿ If you like juice he’d make sure you have a snack with your favorite juice or if you don’t like juice, whatever you like !

✿ He’d of course make sure you drink water as well, can’t have you drinking juice juice/milk/soda. he’d give you what you like but in strict moderation

✿ It’s the bodega , so of course he’d occasionally have books for sale. to keep you entertained he’d had kiddie books for you to go through, and if it’s slow enough, he’d sit with you and read you a story

✿ I’m not sure how big the interior of the bodega is but I imagine it at least has a employee break room, despite Howdy being the only employee there. I like to think it’s like a townhouse situation, house upstairs, shop downstairs

✿ Anyways, for nap time he’d keep a nice little pull out couch in the break room for you whenever you get sleepy or need to lay down for a minute

✿ He’d keep spares of your favorite comfort items there as well, extra blankets, pillows, your favorite type of stuffie, pacies and bottles (if you use them of course) and teether toys as well !

✿ Since Howdy is the only employee at the bodega, I’d imagine he’d had those “out for lunch, be back soon!” signs on the front door. He would either pack you a lunch or make a simple one in the employee break room. He’d eat with you, and if you needed help eating, he’d gladly hold your food up to your mouth and make airplane noises

✿ Howdy would definitely color with you when he can as well! If hes done cleaning the store and stocking up he’d sit with you and help color in coloring books or make little doodles for you and your fellow neighbors

✿ If it was nap time and you wanted to cuddle I think he would definitely join you in a nap session, especially with how hard he works

✿ Check ins ! He would check in every so often to make sure you’re doing good , he’s always worried you mightn’t be doin to well and he doesn’t know (╯︵╰,)

✿ He would totally organize play dates if you’re comfortable with other neighbors ! I think having a play date with Julie or Sally would be so much fun

[outerbanksoftargtower]

Young targtower boys

[neurotypicalabusesurvivor]

Age appropriate sexual education: little Johnny if you touch someone without premission you could hurt the other person and you your self could get hurt.

So my question to people who are against it is, why do you not want us teaching our kids this? Are you pro rape or something?

[kaizoku-musume]

Sitting Pretty

Entry #10 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. Link to the fic on AO3.

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Mitsuhide x OC

Word count: 2.2k

Prompts: Somnophilia | Cockwarming

Tohru sketched out the floral pattern of the outfit she was designing, explaining her process aloud for Mitsuhide, who was watching over her shoulder as she sat in his lap. She was showing him the fashion of her time, dresses and rompers and crop tops and skirts-everything she could remember, one by one, in roughly two hour long sessions twice a month.

Right now, they were approaching hour one, which is where Tohru always started to get a bit antsy. Mitsuhide had an arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her pressed against him and unable to fidget, which both helped and hindered her. Tohru’s legs were splayed out around Mitsuhide’s as he sat before the low table, and all she wanted was to be able to close them and give herself some relief.

Mitsuhide noticed her flagging attention, because of course he did. “Is something drawing your attention away?” he chuckled, shifting the slightest bit. Tohru bit her lip around a low noise, legs clenching around his. “I wasn’t aware that you find these sessions less engaging than I do,” Mitsuhide adopted a fake pout to his tone before seamlessly switching to a teasing lilt, “What must I do to encourage you to focus?”

“Don’t you get tired of making the same joke every time?” Tohru complained, unable to keep the whine out of her voice.

“Perhaps if you did not have the same reaction every time, I would be less inclined to point it out,” Mitsuhide traced a nonsensical shape on her bare thigh, trailing tantalizingly close to her core. Tohru took a deep breath to stave off asking for relief. She knew from experience that she wasn’t going to get to come before the full two hours. “Good girl,” Mitsuhide praised, and it was embarrassing, the way she flushed with pride.

“Don’t use my praise kink against me,” she grumbled, resisting the urge to adjust herself.  God, she could feel the way she clenched around the cock buried in her at his words. There was no way for her to ever hide anything from him, was there? She shouldn’t have said anything, either, because now Mitsuhide was going to-

“How can I resist when you tighten up so deliciously around me?” Mitsuhide said smugly.

-do that. Grumbling to herself, Tohru bucked down and furiously scribbled out the rest of the design. When did she ever learn? The best course of action was for Tohru to undergo a personality change so she wasn’t an easy target for Mitsuhide, but unfortunately that was impossible. So basically, she had no defense against him, and was in for another hour of torment that she could do nothing about.

Which he started immediately by seemingly absent-mindedly stroking the wrist of her free hand with his thumb. Tohru twitched at the ticklish feeling. Mitsuhide was definitely aiming for her most sensitive spots, trailing his thumb all the way down the length of her forearm before slowly dragging it back up, following the path of her vein. When Mitsuhide asked about her technique for figuring out which pattern worked best with which style, Tohru had to answer on autopilot, too distracted by Mitsuhide’s movements.

And that was pretty much how things went for the next half hour: Mitsuhide would drag his fingers and nails across the areas of her skin that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her center and ask questions that Tohru struggled to answer. It wasn;t until they were in the final half hour stretch that Mitsuhide kicked up his teasing.

Tohru didn’t have the capability to focus on how much time had passed, so she was always caught by surprise when Mitsuhide shifted gears. Today, he had been drawing swirls on her upper chest when he suddenly swept his hand down to palm her breast. Tohru’s drawing hand spasmed, a sharp line cutting through her sketch of a pair of boots.

“Oh dear,” Mitsuhide tutted, “what a shame. It was a wonderful rendition, and I enjoyed imagining you wearing them.” The arm Mitsuhide had around her waist was removed so he could sweep his fingertips up from her thigh to her foot. Tohru held still despite her newfound freedom. Prior knowledge made her aware that it was a test: if Tohru moved in order to seek her own pleasure, Mitsuhide would drag this out even longer. But if she let him do what he wanted and withstood this last stretch, Mitsuhide would reward her by fucking her at the end of the half hour.

Speaking of stretches, enduring this period was always the most difficult part; Mitsuhide’s cock was spearing her perfectly, her walls expanded to accommodate him, her opening forced wide around the base of his shaft. Tohru felt like a rubber band pulled taut, full of tension eager to release.

Mitsuhide kneaded the flesh of her breast, squeezing and releasing her tit like it was a stress ball, his fingernails digging into her skin, while his other hand lightly tickled her heel and arch. Tohru whimpered, her foot twitching in Mitsuhide’s grasp, but she managed not to grind against Mitsuhide’s cock. She had no idea how he managed to remain so calm and unmoving inside her-Tohru herself was in constant, if minimal, movement, tiny little shifts of her hips.

Mitsuhide circled her nipple and whispered right by her ear, “Have I rendered you incapable of speech so soon?”

“Please, touch me,” Tohru begged, knowing as she did so that if he acquiesced, it would just make it harder for her.

Mitsuhide laughed softly, kissing the shell of her ear. “What a bold request from my little mouse. How can I ever deny you.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb across her nipple until it hardened. When the bud had sufficiently stiffened, he took it between two fingers, squeezing and tugging in a maddening rhythm. Tohru moaned and leaned her head back on his shoulder, dropping her writing utensil, unable to force herself to draw.

Mitsuhide brought his other hand up the length of her leg, trailing along her inner thigh until it came to a rest at the edge of her mound, mere centimeters above her clit. “Do you think you can handle more?” he mused, his hand dipping down for just a second to tap at her clit. Tohru jolted, her body tensing at the sudden burst of sensation.

It would be an incredibly bad idea to ask for more. Tohru is so incredibly weak to pleasure, and Mitsuhide knew how to play her like a fiddle. Ten minutes hadn’t even passed. Yes, the smart thing to do would be to decline.

“I can do it,” Tohru said, like an idiot.

“My precious bell flower,” Mitsuhide cooed, “so eager to prove herself.” He obligingly drew his hand down to rub at her clit, matching pace with the fingers on her nipple. Tohru whined, fighting hard not to buck her hips into Mitsuhide’s touch. She arched her back, pressing her chest further into his grip in the hopes that focusing on her breast would get her to stop being so focused on the cock buried to the root inside her, filling her to the brim.

Yeah, fat chance.

Despite most likely being aware of her thought process, Mitsuhide humored her and added the scrape and dig of his nails to his ministrations. Every once in a while, he gave a particularly vicious twist and tug. “I do hope you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew,” he said.

All of that just made it worse. Tohru tightened around Mitsuhide, fighting the urge to squirm. This was a horrible moment to remember the last time he made her come from her nipples alone, especially because that seemed to be his goal this time. Her moans grew more and more high-pitched as she approached her peak until Mitsuhide gave one last harsh tug, pinching her nipple tight between his thumb and index finger as he repeated the motion on her clit and sent her tumbling over.

Stars bursting in her vision, Tohru had just enough presence of mind not to move her hips; instead, her upper torso writhed in Mitsuhide’s hold, hands coming to wrap around his wrist. Tohru panted heavily as she came down from her high, leaning against Mitsuhide for support.

Mitsuhide gently gripped her chin and angled her head so he could lean down and kiss her, soft and sweet, his tongue languidly exploring the cavern of her mouth. Tohru sighed, quickly getting caught up in the slow pace of Mitsuhide’s kiss, the way he lavished attention to every inch of her he could.

Which is why it was such a surprise when he traded the position of his hands: the one that had been playing with her left breast moved down to her clit, and the one slick with her juices went up to her other tit. At the touch of his fingers to her sensitive buds, Tohru whimpered into the kiss, overcome when it turned possessive. Mitsuhide nipped at her bottom lip, pressing his lips firmly against hers, tongue sliding against hers in a passionate fervor. 

Despite being a bit sensitive after her orgasm, Tohru easily lost herself in Mitsuhide’s attention. He was gentle with her clit, circling around it and randomly applying light, consistent pressure so as not to overwhelm her. He did not offer the same treatment to her breast. He played with her tit as roughly as he had the other one, though the wetness of his fingertips soothed the way a bit.

Tohru whined, two seconds away from begging Mitsuhide to just fuck her already. She could feel how embarrassingly wet she was, her slick pooling in Mitsuhide’s lap, her wet core soaking Mitsuhide’s cock. She near about sobbed when he collected some of her wetness dripping out the side of her slit, briefly prodding at where his cock stretched her out, to help his fingers slide smoothly across her clit, the slick sounds of him rubbing her just barely audible. The length of him impaled so deep in her felt like a hot brand, radiating scorching heat and hard as iron. Thank god he wasn’t nudging against her g-spot, but it was still agonizing, feeling her flesh constantly parted around him without the friction of movement.

Mitsuhide finally pulled back from kissing her to give her the opportunity to breathe and Tohru wasted no time in crying, “Mitsuhide, please, please, I need you!”

Mitsuhide, in a casual display of cruelty that Tohru had come to expect from him, simply brushed his nose against hers and said, “You’ll give me one more, won’t you? If you continue to be good for me, I might consider it.”

Tohru didn’t want to be good, she wanted to be fucked. One of her hands held onto his left wrist while the other came up to clutch at the back of his neck. She felt like she was fraying apart, and only her connection to Mitsuhide kept her solid and stable. All she could do was babble more pleas and hold on.

To her utter disappointment, Mitsuhide was taking his time this round, winding her up only to back off, slowing down his movements until her next orgasm was in the distance before starting the cycle all over again. Tohru shook with the effort not to roll her hips. She continued to beg and plead for mercy until tears fell from her eyes, but all Mitsuhide did was kiss her cheeks, licking up the salty tracks and offering empty, if sweet sounding platitudes.

Tohru had completely lost track of time, caught in the limbo of her never-ending pleasure. She silently urged time to pass faster, because her only relief would come at the end of the half hour mark. What felt like eons passed before Tohru noticed herself getting close again, only this time Mitsuhide kept stroking her, quickening his pace. “Yes, yes, please!” she shrieked, her limbs tightening in anticipation, stomach muscles contracting as her orgasm drew closer and closer. After a couple more firm, fast passes over her clit, Tohru came, her vision whitening and ears ringing from the intensity.

From far away, Tohru felt Mitsuhide gently work her through it before he moved onto soothing up and down her sides, avoiding driving her past the point of oversensitivity. Tohru rubbed her tear-stained cheeks and eyes as she came down, body twitching with aftershocks, her cunt sporadically squeezing around Mitsuhide’s cock.

“You did well,” Mitsuhide praised, “Even at the height of your orgasm, you managed to remain still.”

Did she really? There was a long moment where Tohru was completely unaware of what was going on, and it wouldn’t have surprised her if she had moved on instinct. It was possible Mitsuhide was lying to appease her. Either way, Torhru would take it-she had no more pride to lose. Two orgasms wasn’t going to stop her from getting what she wanted, not after enduring all that.

“Will you finally fuck me now?” she asked, feeling confident enough to wriggle her hips enticingly. If Mitsuhide changed his mind now, Tohru would just knock him to the ground and ride him.

Mitsuhide laughed and carefully arranged them so that he could lay Tohru down on the blanket spread out behind them, wrapping her legs around his waist as he settled above her. “My darling vixen, I will give you everything you desire,” Mitsuhide promised as he finally, finally moved.

[honey-bri-books]

A reminder that the book is not YA and never was.

If anyone is mature enough to handle an R-rated movie, that's awesome and I hope we all enjoy the movie. But don't be surprised by adult/R-rated content and make accusations that it's inappropriate for teenagers/kids or whatever. 🙄

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[yikes077]

Something that I will never forgive the world for is Yuri on Ice. This fantastic show only having one season is an absolute war crime and it will never be okay.

I have watched the show 5 times now, and there is still yet to be a time that I haven’t cried. Every aspect of the show makes your heart swell with excitement. Every sports anime I’ve ever watched just makes me so excited and filled with energy and I hate that there always seem to be so few options. There are tv shows like Grey’s Anatomy that have 20 something seasons and I’m bored within twenty minutes, but watching some of these animes, I can’t tear my eyes away.

It was also the first representation I had ever seen. I went to a Catholic elementary school and I didn’t even know what gay meant, but seeing Victor and Yuri on screen was possibly the best moment of my life. Not only is it representation, it’s good representation. No burying the gays, no making them deal with coming out trauma, just two men wearing engagement rings and everyone cheering for them.

Plus, All of these skaters are about 17-27, and the coaches and parents are even older. These are characters my age that I love to watch, and can feel comfortable seeing shirtless.

Not only does it have amazing characters and plot for days, but it had such an ability to expand if it wanted to. There could have been tons of content, from character arcs on some of the crueler characters like JJ and Yurio, along with ageing up characters and bringing in new, younger characters. They could have done something with the women ice skaters, and even kept characters like Victor and Yuri in as coaches.

We have been waiting for a second season or a movie for so long and that’s all I want to see in the world. I don’t care if I have to write it myself, I just want more. I’m tired of staring at fan fiction and crying because I know that it will never become real, I just want to see these characters come to life again.

[koalagirl]

Let's agree that if you were watching a series/film simping after a character your age and you watch it again a couple years later it doesn't matter that they're not aging there is no age gap.

[sixbucks]

Some of you folks with your fanfics make me… uncomfortable.

Also, I am not a chicken-hawk. Children, please stop being provocative!

I swear, I’m just sitting there watching television and boom. That Timothy Chalamet is making me a pedophile.

[neurotypicalabusesurvivor]

Not educating your children about sex doesn't stop them from having sexs, it just turns men into predators and women into survivors.

The first line of defense against sexual misconduct is the parents and when your son ends up on the sex offender list or your daughter commits suicide over SA and you did not do your part how are you going to live with yourself?

[kaizoku-musume]

Deal the Deck

Entry #11 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event (shh, don't tell anyone I forgot to post this one before #12). Link to fic on A03.

Fandom: The Arcana

Pairing: Julian x OC (Casimir)

Word count: 1.6k

Prompts: Frottage | Accidental Stimulation

“Remember to clean it once a week with the solution I told you about,” Casimir called out to the last customer of the day as they left the shop. It was nearing closing time, so he doubted anyone else would stop by in the last few minutes. He began clearing up the shelf full of knick-knacks, magical items, and spell books, putting them in their respective places in cupboards and chests and armoires in the shop. He and Julian would be away on a trip by the next business day, and Casimir felt better when everything was locked away on the off chance someone managed to get past the wards on the shop.

Julian, who had been hiding in the back of the shop doing who knew what-organizing his own things, practicing what little magic he’d been able to manage so far, coming up with more ways to unknowingly torment Cas-in order to stay out of the way of the sale, slipped back into the main room so he could start helping Cas put things away. “Far be it from me to question your methods, my dear, but has the shop ever been broken into in all the time it’s been open?” Julian said even as he arranged a cluster of charmed writing quills into their appointed place in a cabinet. “Surely you can have some faith in the strength of your magic.”

“You broke in. Twice, in fact,” Casimir countered matter-of-factly.

“Excuse m-broke in?!” Julian sputtered, hand going to his chest in mock outrage, “I did no such thing. I entered-”

“Snuck in,” Cas corrected.

“Entered in a completely normal manner while the lantern was on,” Julian continued smoothly, “Which i did not have to do, as you well know, since you took my key the next time I showed up.”

“The second time you broke in, you mean,” Cassie said, playing along.

“If I used a key, it doesn’t count as breaking in,” Julian argued. He took advantage of his gangly limbs to scamper about the shop, snatching up trinkets before Casimir could reach them just so he could arrange them in funny ways in storage, like having figurines of the Arcana posed in romantic or antagonistic positions. Cassie should probably tell him off for possibly disrespecting the spirits who very much could choose to retaliate, but it was hard to dissuade him when he set the Fool and Hanged Man so close together, with the Devil off in the corner of the cabinet, facing the walls like he was in time-out.

“That’s funny, because when you were trying to impress Nadia’s siblings the last time we visited Prakra, you bragged about breaking into a bunch of places, including my shop,” Cas scanned the storefront for anything else that needed to be put away. Nearly everything else was behind the glass counter; they weren’t too worried about the curios scattered about in the other rooms as much as everything actually on the main floor.

Cas’ tarot cards sat on a shelf (they liked having them nearby-too much history there to simply keep them in the reading room). Those were definitely getting packed up for the journey, so Casimir picked them up and began absent-mindedly shuffling them. 

“Ah ah ah!” Julian crowed, voice slightly muffled by the trunk full of random stuff Casimir still hadn’t organized. “You’re conveniently forgetting our agreement that-ahem-embellishments,” he pointedly ignored Casimir’s snort, “don’t count as admissions of guilt.” He heaved himself back up to his full height, slamming the lid down with relish.

“Oh, I didn’t forget,” Cas said. Julian propped himself up against one of the closets before turning to face Cas, gaze immediately falling to the deck in Casimir’s hands. Now that an audience was watching, Casimir added a few tricks to his shuffling, wrists snapping fluidly as he sent half the deck cascading from one hand to the other. “I’m just not sure you can call it an embellishment when you literally broke in. Now if you want to admit you were lying to them, that’s another story.” Casimir flicked his fingers with finality as he spun a single card on his index before dropping it to join one half of the deck, clapping them together into pin-straight uniformity.

There was a suspicious silence on Julian’s end; for someone who loved to have the last word, giving up so soon and so quietly was an indication that something was wrong. Cassie looked up to find Julian staring intensely at the tarot cards, a familiar flush to his face. Oh. It wasn’t the cards he was looking at, then. Well, Julian did always go on and on about how much he loved Casimir’s hands on him.

“Really?” Casimir couldn’t resist teasing. He stroked a thumb against the edges of the cards from bottom to top, watching Julian’s reaction. Julian licked his lips, legs shifting to adjust his stance. Casimir noticed a tell-tale bulge in Julian’s pants.

“What can I say?” Julian tried to play off his instant arousal, “You know me, Cas, always up for anything you do.”

Casimir snorted, “Okay, that one was horrible, and I’m honestly surprised you haven’t used it until now. Very low hanging fruit you were relying on there, Julian.” Cas set the deck of cards on the glass counter and summoned the chair behind it to scoot around until it came to a stop right next to them. They sat down with their legs spread enticingly. “Come here then, hun, and let me take care of you.”

“You really don’t have to indulge me every time,” Julian protested even as he obeyed Casimir’s request. Cassie guided him to sit in his lap, straddling their thighs and facing each other, barely a hair’s breadth apart.

“For the last time, it’s not about having to but wanting to,” Cas said, one hand latching onto Julian’s hip and the other slipping under his shirt to glide across his skin. Using his grip on Julian’s lithe waist, Casimir urged him to start rocking against his thigh. Julian sighed and tipped his head back, baring the line of his throat, holding onto Cas’ shoulders for support and leverage. See, how could he ever deny Julain when he took this well to pleasure? “Seeing you turned on turns me on.” It wasn’t like Casimir didn’t get equally fixated on some of Julian’s quirks, after all. One of these days, Julian would come to accept that Casimir’s libido was as high as his.

“That’s certainly true,” Julian agreed, gasping and jerking his hips when Casimir scratched his nails down his sides, drawing deep red lines along alabaster skin. “You do love-ah!-having me in the palm of your hand, so to speak.”

“You’re so ridiculous,” Cas leaned forward and nosed at Julian’s Adam's apple, nuzzling the sensitive skin there.

Julian whines, arching his neck even further into Cassie’s face. Casimir knew exactly what Julian wanted, but the mage kept to chaste, closed-mouth kisses for now, simply because he knew it would frustrate Julian. “But am I wrong?” Julian challenged, running one hand through Casimir’s sage green hair. Cas caught himself before he could make a noise.

In retaliation, Casimir bucked his thigh against Julian’s groin, but Julian laughed in response, riding the motion like an expert-as well he should be with all the times he’s bounced on Cas’ cock. “You’re right and you know it,” Casimir gave a cheeky pinch to Julian’s nipple, and that got a yelp out of him. The hand on Julain’s hip shifted to cup his ass, drawing Julian into a dirty grind against Cas’ own newly hard cock that had both of them moaning.

With shaking hands, Julian pawed at Casimir’s pants, undoing the drawstring so he could tug Casimir’s cock out of its confines. Almost as an afterthought, Julian freed his own cock from his ridiculously tight pants by nothing short of a miracle. He scooted forward the last bit to press them together waist to waist, chest to chest, cock to cock. With a hand braced on Cassie’s lower back, Julian started riding their lap in earnest, the roll of his hips a salacious grind that had Casimir groaning into Julian’s neck. Fuck, no one had hips that swayed like Julian’s, and he often put them to good use.

“Do you want to hear what else I know?” Julian continued before Casimir could say anything, whispering in their ear, “I know you like it when I take you in hand too.” He bit at the tip of Cas’ ear, tongue tracing the outer shell, dipping inside briefly before Julian sucked on the soft cartilage of his earlobe. Casimir whimpered and bucked their hips, struggling to gain much traction with Julian’s weight on top of them. To make up for it, they gripped Julian’s ass in both hands and tugged him even closer, helping guide Julian’s hips in a lewd lap dance. The rush of precome from both of them helped soothe the bump and grind of their cocks rubbing together.

“Shut up and stop being so sexy,” Casimir complained, scraping his teeth along Julian’s neck like the doctor wanted, biting down on a spot near his collarbone where the skin was more stretched and delicate. Julian moaned, his hips rutting forward desperately. Cas wasn’t sure who went for it first, but all of a sudden they were kissing, an uncoordinated meeting of lips and teeth, gasps flowing between them.

It wasn;t long before they were both coming, their shirts a casualty in the resulting mess. The pair leaned their foreheads together, clutching each other close in the aftermath. There was still much to do: they both had a tendency to leave packing to the last minute, and Cassie had to set the wards, but it was nice to just . . . take in a moment of relative calm together.

[library-fae]

"no i always consumed age appropriate content as a child"

forgot about watching my friend play the last of us and the walking dead when i was 10, watching princess mononoke and lord of the rings at age 6, reading game of thrones at age 11, watching my dad play assassins creed games since i was 12, watching torchwood when i was 13, playing five nights at freddy's in grade 5, watching hannibal when i was 14; not to mention fanfiction and fan content i consumed

and i wonder why my concept of what is appropriate for kids has been skewed

[bequia3]

Age Appropriate

It has been said to me several times in the last year, “Wow, publishing your first book at the age of seventy-seven. That’s a big deal.”  I beg to differ. My age has nothing to do with writing other than I hope I have improved over the years. It’s as if my life culminated in this book. No, it hasn’t. If truth be told I have written enough over the years to compile as many volumes as the…

[catmask]

sometimes while i think about that while a lot of adults did not treat me very well as a kid i also get a lot of 'in hindsight this person was so good to me and i didnt even realize it until now' as an adult. today i was thinking about how the first anime convention i ever went to was when i was 10 and i asked the man working the manga cafe what manga was/what a good place to start was (because the con was very overstimulating for me and i had gotten lost) and he asked how old i was before recommending yotsuba and asking if i wanted any water or something to eat. its really simple but theres a lot of bad things that couldve happened or he could've been careless in his recommendation, but instead yotsuba has remained one of my favorite manga for years, and probably a large portion of why i continue to read manga as an adult... i think adults who try to involve kids in the world safely/kindly even in little ways make so much more of a difference than they ever really know.

[slicedblackolives]

i think all quiet on the western front and the lord of the rings are in direct conversation with each other, as in theyre the retelling of the same war with one saying here's what happened, we all died, and it did not matter at all and another going hush little boy, of course we won, of course your friends came back