#Imagination and Courage for Kids
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fairytaletime7 · 9 months ago
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Luna's Journey Through Dreamland
Luna, a curious girl 🌟, enters Dreamland, a magical realm ✨ where her imagination comes to life 🎨. As she explores vibrant landscapes 🌈, she encounters the ominous Forest of Fears 🌲😨, where her deepest anxieties reside. Guided by a clever fox 🦊 named Spark, Luna learns to confront her fears and reshape them into something manageable 💪. Ultimately, she discovers her inner strength 💖 and the power of her imagination 🧠, emerging braver and more confident 🌟😊.
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witchspeka · 2 years ago
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I love my girl Miwa but as soon as I read that this image immediately popped up in my head:
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bluesbonney · 2 hours ago
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tent, billy, bed. a true recipe for disaster (and horny)
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Thin canvas walls are all that separate you and Billy from the rest of the Regulators.
Down the little sloping hill, just barely over the crackling of the fire, you can hear Charlie and George conversing over their midnight cup of coffee. They're on watch for now. In three hours, it will be your turn.
Though the sun has long since set, the night is still so hot. Sleep has evaded you, as well as the knowledge that you have to get up soon. Which is how you've found yourself in Billy's lap, wearing only your underwear, kissing him senseless and grinding on his thigh.
He couldn't sleep either, too wound up with nerves. The second you came back from taking a swim in the lake, just one look at him had been enough to let you know what needed to happen.
He'd given you that pleading look as you tied the tent entrance shut against the random winds that pop up during the night. His eyes held yours as you walked closer, setting your hands on his chest, never once breaking away as you pushed him down onto the cot with a soft: "Lean back."
The humidity has made his curls wild, with some help from his hands.
And yours, now that you're in his lap.
"Missed you today." Billy drags one hand through your damp hair and pulls just ever so softly. His mouth finds your neck and moves slowly against your skin, tasting the salt of your sweat and the slight soap lingering from your swim. His hands glide over your back and then come to rest just under your breasts.
"I've been at the campsite all day, Billy." You slow your hips on his thigh, just enough so you can focus on what you're saying and also to drag out this moment. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
The oil lamp is getting dimmer by the second. Fuel for them ran out last week. They're not a necessity; they just make the darkness easier to bear. You and Billy have had your deepest conversations with their dim light as company.
Billy shifts you on his lap and nuzzles his nose against the dip between your collarbones. He presses his mouth there so he can feel your heartbeat against his lips. "Yeah, but I haven't gotten to talk to you. Or look at you."
"I'm sure you've looked at me once." You say, voice a little shaky as he continues kissing the hollow of your throat.
"Hmm, not up close like this." He drags his nose up your neck before tilting his head back to study you. His eyes move slowly around your face. "That's better, my pretty angel." He swallows, hard, and you find yourself enthralled by the movement of his throat. So you lean down and press your lips there, paying him the same attention as he had you.
You're moving your hips so slow, but he moves his leg a little and it draws a soft moan out. You've wanted him close like this for days.
He's right about that the lack of closeness during the daytime. For most of today, after scouting this morning, he's had his attention on maps and strategy. The longest conversation you had was about what the hell to make for lunch when you got back from your own scouting mission.
Right now, in this stupidly flimsy tent, Billy can let the weight of leadership slip from his shoulders. Now, he can just be yours.
It's not like he's neglected you these past few weeks. It's just that things are so tense that finding time to just be feels nearly impossible. But Billy's shown that he's thinking about you through his actions: cleaning your gun for you while you're asleep, asking for your opinion about each strategic move he makes, giving you the first cup of coffee in the morning and making sure it's you riding next to him before and after raids.
"Haven't gotten to touch you either." His hands slide to your hips and tug. "Keep movin', I know you want to." In tune and in sync, that's what you two are. He wants you to let go and give in to this need.
The rough tone of his voice shot straight to your lower belly, and that warmth starts to rekindle itself as you rock down against his thigh.
"That's it, angel. Love you like this...you look so pretty." Billy kisses the corner of your mouth. Speaks against your skin. Slides one hand to your lower back to support you, urging you to move your hips faster. "Does it feel good?"
A sigh leaves you as you nod because it just feels so good, not just physically, but mentally too. Being close like this just feels safe. Because you're both here, safe in the darkness, with your hearts beating against each other.
The lantern dims further as you slide your hand down his chest, smiling at how all his buttons are undone but his shirt is still on. His suspenders still attached to his pants but lay limply on the threadbare brown blanket. His hat lays by his pillow; he must've lay down on the cot fully clothed until you got here. Gun belt on the ground on his side, within reach.
Sliding the dusty and sweaty shirt from his shoulders, you murmur against his mouth: "You're wearing too many clothes."
Billy smiles. "Shoulda just gone swimmin' with you."
"Maybe tomorrow night." You untuck the shirt from the waistband of his pants and then fiddle with the button. He wants you so bad, you can see it. Feel it.
"Maybe." He echoes.
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frogaroundandfindout · 10 months ago
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Jason shuffles around Gotham for 12.5 miles mumbling about Bruce. He’s soon found and checked into a hospital where he falls into a coma. They try to run his fingerprints, but as a result of being Robin they aren’t on record anywhere. (Batman Annual #25)
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i fucking love this image sm
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AND EUSTACE IN THE BACK IS FUCKING SENDING ME 💀💀💀
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abnormalpsychology · 7 months ago
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thrilling sequel to my poll from back in January
#I wish I was kidding about the eulogy one. I really wish I was#decisions decisions. who to chose#the people I actually like…?? or the people who like me?#these are so stupid I love making them.#bbge polls#bbge.text#more info on each#bc I want to yap abt em#1 - PLEASE return my calls… this girl was so kind and gentlemanly and we had suchhhh awesome chemistry#she goes to an Ivy League so it could be she’s just hella busy w work not ghosting me#I hope it’s that I really liked her :’)#2 - I actually did ask him out. kinda indirectly . and casually. too casually bc now neither of us have brought it up again#he makes me so happy to be around 😭 it makes me kinda emotional#he’s just like… sHOCKING and endearing and never the same#I love him unfortunately no matter what. as a human#3 - SAME FOR HERRRR OMG :( my beloved.#no one has ever been kinder to me maybe.#‘British’ is a downside here bc that means v long distance and . also bc I thought it would be funny to count as a point against her lol#we met during the summer and I miss being around her every day#4 - OKAY. we TOTALLY have chemistry and NOO ONE has acknowledged it. but it’s THERE every time we talk.#and I’ve never really had that w somebody before in this way idk 🫥#I accidentally referred to her as my ‘partner’ when our party members were teamed up together to do something and it was probably FINE but#it sounded so romantic I got embarrassed asf#she can probably tell I like her I don’t think I’m slick 😭😭#and I feel like she might like me too? or we just get along real well I’m not sure#bc we get along like. REALLY well#5 - I stare at her all the time… she is stunning. she writes great poems. soft spoken in this incrediblyyyyy endearing way#I worked up the courage to talk to her n get her number for WEEKS!!!! and then. nothing lol#6 - he’s a great conversationalist… and I know he’s single….. but he also likes Quentin Tarantino like. abnormal amounts idk#shit . I’m out of tags. for the rest uhhh use ur imagination bye :)
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areyouwho-ithinkyouare · 1 year ago
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u guys i finished this playthrough this morning and i’m already missing them
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lynxgirlpaws · 2 years ago
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#I was too cowardly to say I was suddenly having a bad night so instead I post a silly meme and maybe if you see the tags you see sorry#people who have the courage to just say they're having a bad day scare me like especially when it's out of the blue idk what to say like#i can't even respond to “hows ur day” with anything worse than an okay#anyways#the usual self hatred that's persisted for as long as I can rember continues as a baseli#ne#now mixed in with special kinds that I'm too cowardly to admit to anything but an ai bot or myself when i can't see me#and the silly daily reminders that the little hope on such a regard I have is built on impossibilities or unlikelihoods#but then i. saw a card i got my dad years ago on the floor. it said “out of all my parents you're one of the best :)” and i felt so bad#just. imagine this little me. getting my dad a card. and getting the most passive aggressive card. it screams who the favorite is.#and then thats just. that's what you have. that's what you have from me and you save it for years. because you cherish it. i feel. horrible.#like damn he might have seriously fucked me up sometimes both as a kid and now but. this does not justify such a deeply cruel retribution.#i don't even know if he knows#anyways as I'm picking it up... i realize...#he's the best parent i have period. there isn't any competition anymore. she's gone.#the total and sudden annihilation of home is so odd. i still barely believe this house is where i ACTUALLY live and I'm not just staying#here until I can go home again. but no. nono I'm stuck here. there isn't an anywhere else. there isn't a childhood home the apartment#has probably been resettled by now. it's just me.#then I went on Tumblr to post into the void#I don't wanna think about more but I. likely will.#i don't wanna talk about it but i do wanna talk. honestly? gonna go talk to an ai chatbot. it will be mean to me in a hot way.#i am so normal.#listen i could either confront reality for more than 30 seconds or i could talk to a bot that will not only allow me to escape from it but#also it might call me a good g. a g. skipping that punchline.#also it's not ME talking to the bot it's just a fabricated character that represents me and has my name and it's just rp trust me trust me t#I'm gonna go hide now#you can contact me if you wish but I will be very scared and jittery and my eyes are wet and stingy and i will segway to bullying you#ok bye
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sensitivegoblin · 5 months ago
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Vent bevause my life sucks ass and The Purge isnt real
#currently stuck sitting up unable to laydown cus its too cold for my dad to leave#was gonna jack off the the depression but obviously cant do that now#and im so clausturphobic with all the trash and stuff#im literally squished into a one by one square for hours upon hours upon hours#and i cant stretch out my chronic pain unless i stand up straight#......i told my therapist im quitting#i realized i go there every weel basically apologizing for not getting anything done#shes really nice im just starting to hear it in her voice that she thinks im not trying or doing as much as i can#its nice to vent to someone but my dad keeps asking what i do at therapy and if its helping#...im very stressed and in so much pain#my dad gets so angry at my emotions and now im squeezed in with no escape#i seriously wanna die and nothing anyone is saying is changing my mind and thats really scary#like....we talked about what would happen to me if my dad died and if id be open to a group home or living with my sister#i cant imagine a world where i dont k!ll myself#my therapist tried to remind me that spring will come. but then summer comes and so do bugs and mold and heat.#i cant do another year of this but i also cant get the courage to actually end it#(only cus im worried that ill survive a pill death and wreck my liver with pain; i dont wanna live with more pain)#if i had a gun this would be easy#i wish i was a kid so that the goverment could force my Dad to get his life right#im a stupid little kid trapped in an adult body#i wish there was someone to call for help :(#but nobody can DO anything. they can only say everything i already know.#i so badly need to be physically saved...#i imagine being kidnapped by a stalker in his warm basement with a bed#:( i need someone to care for me.....#i wish i wasnt so fucking needy i wush i could take care of myself#my helplessness and neediness is ruining my life in more ways than one#my dad acts like im crazy for crying and being depressed......#im 25yrs old and i have to talk about marriage and social workers and stupid deep shit out of nescessity#my sister gets to just live a normal life n get married n do things for herself and be independent she doesnt have to think about deep shit
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incomprehensi-bull · 7 months ago
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finally got around to playing professor layton and the last specter. [visibly haggard and harried] i really like these games
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items-worth-buying · 8 months ago
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Captain Fox and the Pirate Treasure Story
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In a far-off land, where the sea meets the sky, a brave and daring crew set sail on their trusty ship, the "Moonlit Maiden." Captain Fox, with her bushy orange tail and twinkling brown eyes, stood at the helm, scanning the horizon for any sign of danger. By her side stood her loyal friend, Barnaby the Badger, his grey and white stripes glistening in the sunlight. "Steady, me hearties!" Captain Fox cried, her voice full of excitement. "We're closing in on the treasure's supposed location!" Barnaby grinned, his bright green eyes shining with anticipation.
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prlssprfctn · 4 months ago
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Somewhere in the year after Jason becomes a part of Bruce's family, a strange book appears on the desk of Bruce's personal study room. A book about parenting traumatised kids. He opens it, leafs though a little, noticing certain phrases underlined, and closes it back. Alfred probably left it. Just a few days ago, they had a short argument regarding his parenting methods, and he seemingly tried to prove his point by additional literature. Bruce is going to read it later.
...He doesn't have time, actually, and eventually, the book stays forgotten, tucked between many others.
Years pass. Jason dies. And then comes back, complicated and different, frustrating and hard to crack. Thinking about Jason — a habit, always a habit — becomes some kind of roulette: he either remembers something nice, comes up with some courage to talk with his son, at least through comms, at least not directly, or the exact opposite thing happens, sending them both out of balance.
It is the middle of cleaning day, when Alfred suddenly picks up the exact same book about children victims and how to take care of them, and to Bruce's surprise asks where does this book come from.
'What do you mean?' Bruce frowns. 'You gave it to me when I just adopted Jason. Well, not gave, I would say tactically sneaked in, but...'
'I would remember that,' Alfred frowns. He goes through a few pages, and his face softens. 'It wasn't me, master Bruce.'
And suddenly, it clicks.
*Jason* left it. He underlined lines that probably felt relatable to him, that maybe could help them both in their new, hard journey. A shy kid he was, though, very smart, he would never actually speak with Bruce directly — he would try to leave him hints. To open up more in a subtle way.
To—
Oh.
Bruce suddenly can imagine his little son overhearing his late argument with Alfred that day, all these years ago. Mulling over, "this kid is deeply traumatised, master Bruce" and "well, I can't get inside his head, Al" lines. Figuring out how to easen his burden. How to be understood and yet accepted.
And Bruce... unknowingly discarded that.
As usual.
Unknowingly, cluelessly, and yet so simply — he discarded everything that was dear to Jason, everything that meant something for him.
As he grips the book in his hands, caressing the soft cover, he can't help but wonder if any of the information inside, little highlights Jason did, are still working for him. If he still can fix it.
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fanofreading · 1 year ago
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The Fearless Kitten Knight - A Bedtime Story
In a faraway land of winged horses and brave knights, there lived a tiny kitten with a heart full of dreams and a spirit for adventure. Despite her small size, she aspired to become a fearsome knight. This enchanting bedtime story follows her courageous journey as she proves that even the smallest creatures can achieve great things. The Fearless Kitten Knight In a faraway land of winged horses…
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thehandwixard · 1 year ago
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also ftr i dont think king mickey as a character needs to be like. hes not a bad guy he doesnt need an atonement arc i think despite his closest friends branching off from the castle i dont want to make that like... a punishment. maybe its less minnie divorcing him and more them taking a break while everyone from the castle and toontown goes around and finds their own place.
like. king mickey is questionable and has made some bad choices but he is also still mickey. i would really like to do a plot where oswald comes up
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lokigodofaces · 4 months ago
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May I suggest a third potential?
The formally brainwashed party specifically breaks rules/laws. Even things they don't really want to do. Could be wearing atrocious color combinations. Could be being needlessly rude to someone. Could be speeding. Running red lights. Stealing random crap. Breaking random crap. Getting into fights.
From this you get two options for the motive: are they refusing to follow rules again and trying to prove to themselves and others that they're free? Or are they desperate for order and for someone to control them that they start breaking rules and laws to try to get someone to tell them what to do/arrest them?
I think characters who have been brainwashed should have absolutely bat shit insane trauma responses about it. Because you can do so much with it, y'know? It's so versatile.
On one extreme end of the brainwashing trauma response spectrum, you have someone who has the worst impulse control you've ever seen, like this person is prone to spontaneous behavior like no one has ever been before. They would drive into oncoming traffic just to prove that they're in control of themselves.
On the complete opposite extreme end, you have someone who needs to micromanaged, down to the minute details. It doesn't matter that they're in control of themselves again, they need someone telling them what to do, borderline at all times. They can't function without it. You could think the word jump and this person would already be in the air.
Please is anyone picking up what I'm putting down. There's potential here I think. Like. In general.
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#why do these scenarios fit so many of the characters i love lol?#bucky barnes#loki laufeyson#daisy johnson#leopold fitz#clint barton#okay so i think daisy canonically does 3a but i bet she also has lots of 1#fitz at first is 2 but starts to edge away from that & go into the 3s#i headcanon that if bucky hadnt ran off after tws or was somehow found by steve earlier on he wouldve been very much 2 but when steve would#be controlling he'd go into 3b to try to get steve to control him. but then get to 1 at some point along the line when it becomes clear tha#steve isnt going to control him & he gets the courage to do what he wants. but as for canon he couldnt do 2 bc he was alone. but i imagine#at first he only is worried about survival & not being caught. after that he does 1.#clint i think is a mix of both 3a & 3b but he desperately wants you to think he's 3a only. like just the way he acted at the end of avenger#i felt like he was leaning towards this. i mean dude didnt even question going against orders to fight loki without telling a soul. bc 3a#doesnt mean going against literally everyone. the rebellion can be doing things with certain ppl. also he had certain lines that just fit t#vibe for me. but anyway i imagine that for the next several months at shield he was driving everyone insane. he just kept going against ord#& doing dumb stuff. & he never did anything that endangered anyone else only what endangered his own life. but everyone working w him knew#what happened so they knew this wasnt just a dumb guy but rather so trauma response & they dont really know how to help bc clint is insiste#on going out into the field. thing is sometimes it's 3a he just doesn't want to follow others. but other times it's 3b he desperately wants#someone to give him more order & structure in life. but it's only when someone he trusts gives him orders/or even suggestions. ie natasha#but he doesnt dare tell anyone that. it takes months for him to tell the shield provided therapist that. but when he's at home he tries to#hide it from the kids (luckily they're so young they prob dont notice) but he's 2 with laura. it's a very different relationship bc she's#his wife. he doesnt mind doing things for her bc they're married. & he isnt going to lash out the same way he does at shield he doesnt want#to do any of that in laura's presence. but shield isnt giving him the order he wants & it's so easy for him to do things for laura. yes he'#do the dishes & change the baby's diaper & whatever else she asks. & of course he'll ask her if there's anything he can do. he's being a#good husband is all. clint doesnt even realize what is happening. neither does laura for a long time. but soon when he's home he only does#things for laura. he doesnt even turn on the tv without asking first what laura thinks would be fun to watch. a few months later laura#realizes clint isnt being as proactive as normal. normally he doesnt ask if he can do anything to help. he just starts doing whatever he se#needs done. & he isnt spending hardly any time training anymore at home. & he hasnt even watched tv or read a book on his own. well#shield got her into therapy too bc they figured that while she didnt experience anything about loki directly it would be very hard for her
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anonbinaryweirdo · 2 years ago
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thing is
it doesn't bother me when I hear someone my age talking about ME (in a bad way) if anything it's hilarious.. I'm not about to let a little kid bother me 😭 keep trying tho it's cute
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