#I am a small child

[seamgreen]

sleepiest girl in the world disease

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[itsyourgirlbeans]

I love the days I just sit in my bed, doing whatever I want. Like, I’ve brushed my hair today, but that’s about it. I strive to do that everyday, but alas, the world requires me to do more in my life

Also all I’ve eaten is spaghettios and yogurt, I feel like a toddler and I’m 100% okay with that

[vala-dreams]

I feel like Danny should be followed around by an entourage of ghost blobs and ghost animals. I feel like he should be a fucked up little boy surrounded by death, forever stuck between worlds, frozen in time as life leaves him behind and death rejects him. As a treat.

[uncanny-tranny]

Me as a kid (would later realize I'm Very Aro): why would you SHARE a bedroom with somebody, even IF you're married. :/ What if the other person snores? What if they don't have the same décor skills as me? What if they (also) hog the duvet ://

[haunted-xander]

Can't believe Hoyoverse not only revealed the remaining harbingers BUT ALSO GAVE ME COLLEI CRUMBS ALL ON MY BIRTHDAY

[artkaninchenbau]

An AWS comic

[i-spilled-my-soup]

raaugahug

[pinkidoodle]

Bit of a better ref for Mikebit now!!! She!

I decided I liked the colored eye lashes, and the sparkles are now apart of the paint, all shiny. Yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!

[vroomian]

I find it amusing how the first person he meets in Hell is Charlie. Also, wow on the body transformation descriptions. Though, YRZ obviously doesn't try to explain what Heaven did to him. I feel like a lot of people would be shocked that he spent the entire hundred years that he had been Heaven incarcerated to the point of suicidal ideation and maybe madness. He just summed it up as Boring.

Whatever do you mean? Yrzs problem was that he was trapped. He solved the problem and he is no longer trapped. Why bring it up any more??????? It is No Longer An Issue :)

(Pehaps Yrz gets drunk with Lilith one night and speaks about a gold room with miles of shelves but no windows or doors. About occasional visits from the few angels high up enough that he couldn’t just kill them and get out. About the heavenly choir, beautiful and out of reach. About spending five full years breaking himself on a single point until he passed out — and waking to find all that damage was undone.

About being Yrz, driven to a stillness so complete his mind could only devour itself. No purpose. No goal. Nothing new to learn. His very self, starving to death.

About waking one endless moment with two options: get out or die trying.

Perhaps Lilith sits with him, and Yrz weeps, just a little. Angry bitter tears, as if crying a poison out. Because heaven was breathtaking. It was beautiful. It was Perfect.

And if it had left him with the freedom to choose it, he would have done so. A single door given to him, and he would’ve stayed in that cage without complaint. Kept their records, worked among the heavenly host, sung with the choir.

But there was no choice.

Yrz wouldn’t tolerate any chains he didn’t fasten on himself.

And pehaps this is the first and last time Yrz will ever speak about his time in heaven.)

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Maybe its just my hormones speaking but i really wanna sew a lifesized plushy of my oc Hop so i can dress him up in adorable baby clothing like this

This is all i can think about atm

[theloveinc]

OHHHH PAPA!EIJIROU AND SKIN TO SKIN WITH HIS BABY :(

he’s like 6’7”.. And 350 pounds of pure muscle…

The baby is dwarfed by him, and is sleeping so comfortably in the valley that is his chest :(

JUST... JUST... just having their special time together... daddy and baby. a layer of black hair on their head, still fresh and rosy from birth. the doctor said they were quite big for a newborn, and he knows because of the way your belly started distending at the end, but they're still the smallest thing he's held in years.

kiri going to his first newborn class with them, where a doctor teachers him how to hold baby properly, how to burp them, feed them, change them. he's the biggest guy in the room, but also one of the most careful cuz it's his first baby, and all the nurses think it's so cute when he gets all shy and amazed when they tell him to take off his shirt and tuck baby into his arms :'(((( then maybe even starts to weep a bit that first time.

AND THE THOUGHT OF coming home to them like that !!!!!!!!!!!! one of your first solo outings since becoming a mommy... and you open the door to find ⬆️⬆️⬆️ baby on kiri's bare chest on the couch, no sign of tears or anything, only drool and the little baby snores going strong. the tv isn't even on, either, and that's how content Kiri is just looking at your bab.

it's no surprise when they get a bit older and always start nodding off the second daddy picks them up, or trying to wiggle underneath his shirt🥺🥺

[daebelly]

i simply do not understand the drive of some people to put down any attempts to improve, to get to a 'normal' level of kindness, productivity, healthiness, etc as "the bare minimum," which isn't 'worth praising.' humans respond positively to praise, and continue to do good things when it means good things are said to them or happen to them as a result. this is elementary shit, and it's why people do horrible shit--it benefits them, so they keep doing it. to ignore this simple mechanic in humans is completely asinine and will make just about every effort you make to improve things much harder. does a child learn to love reading if you huff at them and say that it's the bare minimum when they read their first book? does a teenager learn to respect themselves if taking care of themselves gets them seen as preening self-service? does a parent get to learn from their mishandling of their child raising strategies and figure out that they've improved things via positive feedback? or are all of those things 'the least they could do' and not worthy of praise? what a bizarrely cruel, shriveled mentality some people have.

i had initially replied this in response to someone being weirdly mean about someone fixing their parenting, but i figure it fits better as a post because quite frankly i find that mentality exhausting.

[fuckyeah-bears]

i genuinely genuinely love when someone sends me an ask on bearotonin telling me about katmai fat bear week

[nevertheless-moving]

My Hero Academia Time Travel Swap Fic

Post Canon Yagi and Top Hero Deku abruptly swap in place and time with Pre Canon young Izuku and All-Might (Even after the war and cleanup and government overthrow quieted down, quirks never really stopped getting unreasonably, inconveniently powerful).

Yagi Toshinori laughed, full bodied, uproarious, and far too hard; Izuku had a clean red square of cloth in hand even before weathered fingers could finish reaching for the cafe’s flimsier napkins. The cloth changed hands smoothly, alongside a well worn set of sheepish grins. 

With only a brief pause for a searching look, the young man continued on with his story; Yagi smiled and wiped the blood away, letting the wide hand-motions and emphatic expressions wash over him. Try though they both did, it was rare enough that they could steal enough time for lunch together.

Already Yagi’s gaze caught on a young woman approaching nervously - he glanced away, no malice detected - perhaps an autograph seeker  (though more likely someone seeking help, which could only mean the end to a pleasant lunch and another amusing anecdote of young Shoto’s unfortunate tendency to find himself facing the worst quirk match ups). Something drew his eyes back to the girl. 

Old instincts or old paranoia? Izuku followed his eyes, but turned without much haste, clearly Danger Sense wasn’t activating so it was probably—

— A bright flash of light and a twisting sensation — ...probably fine. Well. He wasn’t coughing up blood, so that’s good. He’s staring at a vaguely familiar villain who looked just as surprised to see him. Maybe more so. Deku was nowhere in sight.

Yagi straightened, barely wobbling.

(‘I’m standing up, cafe’s gone—no I’m on a different street—differentcity—teleportation? mental trap? Vivid for a hallucination but depending on the quirk I might not notice errors...fellow with horns in front of me is clearly dangerous..but too confused to do anything for the next few seconds...My, he looks more out of sorts than I am...’)

“The fuck?” the unnamed villain breathed out, stopped in place (‘hm not frozen or paralyzed - just a non-quirked state of bewilderment’—better figure this out sooner rather than later’). The vaguely rhino-like figure was standing far too long in an exaggerated fighting stance; “You — I didn’t — what —”

(‘Didn’t I fight a rhino-themed villain who looked like him, hm, a few decades ago? Son getting revenge? But the plan went awry somehow — Great Lakes his outfit’s a pre-civil war throwback isn’t it — wait, what am *I* wearing — my clothes haven’t sagged this badly since—no, not just clothing this is—’)

“All Might?” the man asked, incredulous.

“You’re...asking if I’m All Might,” replied possibly the most recognizable old man on the planet, speaking slowly, eyes clocking ((too slow, far too slow)the slack jawed news crew behind an overturned car, the murmuring passersby slowly turning into an audience, in a careless way they hadn’t since before—’)

“I mean—he was—you are standing where he was standing, and wearing his costume,” the Rhino replied, defensively puffing out his chest ‘(The Rhino, that was his name—looks like he’s getting over the shock, shit’}. 

“And you do sort of look like him, if he suddenly had all his blood and muscles pulled out of his body and his hair gel removed and — are you like his dad? Or did you get hit by a quirk or something?” 

The tone was gradually growing arrogant; out of the corner of his eye, Yagi spotted a look in the Reporter’s eyes, a look he associate almost solely with reporters — fear slowly being edged out by unholy glee at a big, destructive, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The crowds’ whispering picked up. The Rhino straightened all the way into a proper loom, a sneer crumpling thick skin.

All Might smiled back.

The sneer flickered, clearly unnerved. Even Izuku, his dear boy, had to admit - his smile was a bit unnerving, if you weren’t used to it. Especially when he made a point to show the All Might Classic Full Mouth Of Teeth out of his unarguably (well, Izuku did argue that one, and so do quite a few others—) skull prominent face.

All Might raised a finger and ever so carefully stood tall, vertebrae cracking loudly in the sudden hush. At 7 foot,3 inches, he tended to rival all but the largest of mutation quirks, and the Rhino paused on the backfoot, uncertain. Yagi’s muscles already strained, ruefully missing his walking stick.

“Hold that thought, I’ll answer in just a moment”

Making a snap decision — ‘either this is in my head, in which case I need time to figure out the parameters to escape, or its not, and i need back-up quickly to not get flattened by a C-rank villian’

He turned, still smiling widely, to the reporter, who’s eyes went wide at the attention.

“Excuse me,” Yagi called out, voice echoing over the rubble of a battleground just barely broken-in.

“Hello over there—” He let the grin soften for the camera, (it has to be live, if this isn’t live wer’e all dead). It was still probably...a lot, for this time-period un-acclimated to more banged-up heroes, but a few fewer teeth were showing now at least.

“—I think I may have been hit by a quirk; would you mind telling me what year it is?”

[uncanny-tranny]

There's something so insane to me about being able to create and recreate vintage or even ancient music, clothes, fabrics, building architecture, anything, really.

I watched this video about a lady who knit a WWII-era vest, and it was really unique, because the cable work would eat up yarn, when there were shortages of fibers. This pattern would have likely been used by people to send overseas to soldiers, and now it's being created in a time where this war has been over for generations. What were the people making this pattern thinking of? What about the people making the vest? Could they fathom a world where world wars didn't happen back to back? Could they imagine what peace felt like, or did it fade like a distant memory, a faint friend? All we have now are the remnants of their efforts, a "simple" vest that would warm the bodies of countless people the knitter would never have imagined were here on earth with them.

We're reaching across time to learn about other people - we're reaching our hands out just to grasp anything tangible. And when we've take hold of something, all we can do is say I love you I love you I love you