#eggs m

[azuneekun]

MY EGG ???????????????????????????

[lovertm]

food light-switch & outlet covers by Zen Creations

[pactw]

i've been thinking about tallulah's situation; being cared for by her grandparents, uncles, and aunties, everyone but her "actual" parent. everyone assumes her grandpa is her dad because he's the only one around. most people refer to her as philza's daughter

yet, while she spends most days with philza, there are days when she's passed from guardian to guardian. on those days she's not sure who'll be the one to feed her, to protect her, to sing her to sleep. and, y'know, that isn't an uncommon or outlandish experience for children of busy or erratic parents. it was mine. i'm sure many viewers see themself in her whenever she thanks her uncles for food or asks about her father; clearly forever did, in his stream today.

the thing is, i rarely see a nomadic childhood like hers depicted as it is on the QSMP -- as warm, loving, and gladly given to tallulah by the other parents. it is so heartwarming to see the love that everyone on the island has for tallulah. people choose to care for her even if it's an extra responsibility because they love her. QSMP shows us how a true community is there for the children who need them, without pause and regardless of filiation. these cubitos love all the eggs, not only their own. it's beautiful.

[roseillith]

Angel's Egg ost (1985) artwork by Yoshitaka Amano

[genterie]

@linaluvsbooks on instagram

[digoload]

Yesterday they agreed to help Niki and Empanada with their bakery, and cheesecake was mentioned! So here they are temporarily repurposing the warehouse to try out cheesecake recipes <3

Spiritual successor of this post I made back in April of Roier!

them <3

[genderkoolaid]

lmao I've already seen people saying that 1. finnster is a (binary) girl, and 2. that they're ACTUALLY a binary trans woman who lying about being genderqueer to appeal to transmisognists

[childrenofcain-if]

A lot of people are going to get whiplash when they meet these ROs in-story because they'll be nothing like the ones in the asks and scenarios you've written.

Those version of the ROs are at the stage where they've known the MC and either grown to have feelings for them (M, V and D) or have finally accepted their feelings (C(?) and W).

But the versions we're going to meet in-story are complete strangers.

I'm prepared for that, but I can see it effecting a lot of your other potential readers. It'll be interesting to see if any one has any specific RO in mind they want to pursue first but decide going with someone else because reality smashed their expectations, lol.

oh god, i really hope they’re not expecting that 😭 the ROs don’t even get introduced till chapter 2 so it’s going to disappoint a lot of people if they’re expecting it to go exactly like the scenarios from the get go. but then again, i think my readers have read enough IFs to know how storylines work.

also the demo releases in around 2½ hours so i’m super pumped for that, let’s go!

[ricksanchezbignaturals]

i guess my highschool theater teacher picked up on me being trans before i did because after having already known me for months she randomly started mixing up my pronouns. i think that's how it'd go if morty was still an egg when rick showed up. he hasn't realized he's a guy yet but it's so glaringly obvious to rick that he literally forgets morty hasn't actually come out.

beth: hey dad, have you seen morticia

rick: he went up to his room, but i wouldn't go in there if i were you. you know how boys are at that age

beth: haha yeah

beth:

beth: wait what

[amethyst-halo]

doodle i did last night that i forgot to post here, was thinking abt floyd hcs n also abt scrambled eggs lol

[notmoreflippingelves]

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Editor’s note: This hypothetically open letter was originally posted by its anonymous author on Medium and was rapidly removed as “hate speech.” We found it to be a refreshing dose of honesty, a charming and relatable open letter from one parent to other parents (not to the child, obviously!) about dealing with a challenging and dangerous moment in raising children, especially “weird” adolescents who search for their identities harder than others and risk making life-damaging mistakes in a way never before possible. We are reposting it here on New Discourses with the permission of the author.

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By: Donna M.

Published: Mar 5, 2021

My dear, sweet, son,

I’ve got to break it to you: you’re not trans, you’re just weird.

This seems like a cruel thing to point out right now. Clearly, you are struggling and feeling pretty awful about things. I can see that you are in a rough patch, and one of the first rules of parenting is to not pile on. The world is pretty heavy on your shoulders. You’re fifteen. There’s a pandemic going on. But here I come anyway. I’m about to throw more on you.

When you were two ­– a happy, chubby, little tyke in pull-ups, you watched the world with wary eyes behind the thumb in your mouth. You leapt with joy in the rhythm of the toddle music classes. You chattered and shared stories about your stuffed animals. You loved your little sister. Enjoyed cookies and finger painting. That was all pretty normal.

But you also started to count to one thousand on our walks. And you started to call out the store names as we drove around. And you preferred reading books rather than playing with the other two-year-olds at preschool. And you hated sitting in the circle when instructed. And you hated the feel of blue jeans. And you threw big tantrums when you lost any kind of game. In other words, you started to show signs that you were… weird.

The grandparents were the first to notice. They said gentle things like “You oughta keep an eye on that one,” and sent us links to Wall Street Journal articles about child prodigies. And then the other parents in the play groups started to comment; “He’s pretty intense, huh?” And the teachers were on to it pretty quickly. They started to use fancy terms like “asynchronous development.”

By third grade, we realized you were different, but we still didn’t realize you were weird. Truthfully, we’re used to people like you. Our family is full of engineers, artists, musicians, computer programmers, and a lot of “free-thinkers.” Family gatherings always have chess, political debates, and quartets around the piano. That’s just us.

And besides, you had a small but solid group of friends. There was Pokémon, then Minecraft, then Magic, then Dungeons and Dragons, then Catan. You were never in the center of things, but you weren’t alone.

But then, in middle school, things started to change. By 7th grade, school finally started to require some effort, and it turned out you were pretty disorganized. People kept calling you smart, but the teachers were annoyed at your humor, and frustrated that you wouldn’t or couldn’t follow the guidelines for assignments. Classmates didn’t appreciate your frank (if accurate) descriptions of their efforts. I’ll admit, we got pretty frustrated with you, too.

And then puberty arrived, with its triple curse of acne, braces, and bizarre growth. The girls appeared to have it all together (I know they don’t, but they do appear that way). And the popular boys seemed to know exactly what to do. They can talk sports to each other, they brag about their romantic exploits. They never get in trouble for stupid reasons like forgetting an assignment three times in a row. Your anxiety started to kick in, and it seemed like you got smaller. And some of your guy friends moved on.

So you drifted over to the weird-o crowd. Well — I’m not sure what you call yourselves, but that’s what we would have called you back when I was in school. At different schools these are the geeks, or the theater kids, the math team kids, or the artsy-fartsy kids. This used to be where the gay kids ended up, but I think they’re more dispersed now. You get some kids whose parents are going through some rough times. Some girls with anorexia. A few boys who are edgy and angry. Kids with a great sense of humor and big hearts.

And some of these kids are really passionate. Just full of righteous anger about the injustices of the world. And some of them are dramatic. And truthfully, that looks pretty attractive to you. Because you share some of that confusion and anger about the world. And though you may not be sure what you think or what you feel, you are certain you don’t want to be on the bad side. You certainly aren’t like those popular boys with their suave charm and dominating manners. You’re not like them at all.

You’re actually more like those vibrant girls who can speak for hours about their ideas. Well, you would be if you could find the words to speak. And there is something so fascinating about those girls, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. You’d never think about talking to those girls anyway, because that’d be weird. Because you are weird. You’ve never been good at chit-chat, or eye contact. Or girls. And besides, you wouldn’t want them to get the wrong impression. You understand that your peers are starting to date, but you really don’t see the point. Sex is still gross and weird to you. It’s better to just call yourself “asexual” or “pansexual.” It’s like a get-out-of-jail-free card that helps you avoid the whole mess. And your group of friends tell you that you are super cool and brave for being able to say that about yourself.

But you’ve fallen into a funk. Anyone can see that. But computer games help. And there’s always trying to beat the speed record for that one game you’re kinda good at. And that one guy on reddit always has good tricks. And the people on that message board seem to get your humor.

So when one of them posts a meme about trans rights, it makes sense that you’d check it out. You’re curious! You’re a free thinker! You’re not like the normies. And the web quiz hits home. You do feel discomfort with your body. You don’t like sports. You do wonder what it would be like to be a girl. You’ve always felt like something was different about you.

You’re right. There is something different about you.

But you’re not trans, you’re just weird.

So we’re right here for you. We’ll always be here for you. But those online folks who urge you to “crack your trans egg” and rush to hormones and surgeries don’t know you at all. They don’t know that gifted kids and ADHD kids and Autism kids and Asperger’s kids are slower to develop emotionally and sexually. They don’t know that sexuality takes time and experience to figure out, and that the majority of trans teens seeking medical treatment haven’t even masturbated or kissed someone yet. They don’t know that 80% of trans children end up becoming comfortable with their birth sex if you just give them time. They don’t know that there are increasing numbers of desisting and de-transitioning people in their twenties. They don’t realize that hormones permanently stunt your growth, decrease your IQ, and can cause sterility. They don’t know that these hormones are prescribed off-label and there’s no research on the long-term outcomes. They don’t even know that the most recent research shows that short-term outcomes are clearly worse.

They don’t realize that you’re weird. But I do. You’re weird, kiddo. You’ll figure that out in a year or two. But that’s okay. We are all weird. And I love you anyway. You’re going to be just fine.

==

You always hear stories and justifications like, "she never liked wearing a dress," or "he always hated having his hair cut." This is post-hoc confirmation bias. Not only does this confirm everything critics say about this being a movement based on gross stereotypes, but they always leave out things like, "she refused to eat anything yellow," and "he was obsessed with elevator and crossing buttons and would cry if he wasn't the one to light it up."

It's okay to be weird.

[hballegro]

i have more conspiracies about MASH that may or may not be true, but ive decided they are. they also just might have been explained, but im dumb, and cant remember. heres your sequel.

in 7x3 where hawkeye tackles bj, bj goes "AAH!' and hawkeye says 'WRONG! THAT STARTS WITH AN H!'. this is because mike farrell's line was 'hey!' but due to the force and drama of the scene, just Yelped instead.

All the dogs that turned up that never appeared again [like the one bj and hawk "ate" when they were trying to scare a visitor, dogs seen in 1 shot, etc] were just dogs that the production crew/cast owned and wanted to bring to work/volunteered their animal for acting duty

in the handful if scenes where hawkeye is actually knitting [and not using the red yarn, for the reason given in the previous edition], hes making a blankie for erin. [co-credit my sibling]

klinger got his ears pierced during the course of the show, starting with clearly just clip-ons and then later declares he doesnt want his ears to close up. some say continuity error, I say commitment (and also it would probably be easier to find real earrings instead of clip-ons)

in s7e2 Peace on Us, no one told bill christopher to tie that red streamer around his neck, he just thought it would be silly

in s7e2 Peace on Us, again, no one told alan alda to drive the jeep back to camp with his leg up like that. he just knows the character well enough to make that call. which he's correct about

the scar on hawkeye's lip was caused by a fishhook in his youth. got called Troutboy a long time afterward because of it.

bj is a vaseline girlie and takes good care of his hair as well.

hawkeye sniffs food because, having grown up partly during the depression, eating spoiled food was a real risk, so giving it a good ol' sniff-test was a given

fr mulcahy cares deeply about his appearance and engages in more grooming activities than any other guy in camp [the shower cap, always looking perfect, owning gardening gloves, manicured hands and feet, etc]. he even irons his stole on a bi-weekly basis and launders his clerical collars

hawkeye's issues with people leaving and not saying goodbye began with his mother after she passed, since his father didnt want him to worry

on nights where charles goes to bed after the other two, he will occasionally clean up a little bit. this contributes to why he's so pissed in 'Pressure Points'- he's been doing his own cleaning and some of theirs without them noticing or caring.

once again these are all just things that came to mind while watching, i didnt think too hard on them. the only one 'researched' on was the food sniffing, solely because i needed to do Year Math lol

[sadtrashking]

The world is her's!

[hornyclownthing]

How about you get on your hands and knees and present for me, pretty thing? I can touch the insides of your thighs lighter than a breath and watch your hole clench around nothing as your breath hitches. Feel me scratch down the length of your back and press back up into my nails. I'll watch you jump as I spank you. You can whimper and twitch while you wait for another. There will be one, I promise, but I'll wait for you to relax and let your guard down. I'll tease you, put hickys on your skin and scratch you till your back looks like a bouquet of roses.

Now you're dripping, slick running down your thighs. You're still not ready, but your mess tells me you're closer now. I'll slide my fingers between your lips, brush across your entrance and tease your aching clit. I'll praise you when you moan, you sound so pretty for me, do it again. Do it louder.

When you start shaking, then I'll press my fingers into you. I'll brush against your gspot teasingly, before spreading my fingers. I make sure the stretch is just this side of painful, listening for our safe words the whole time. When I don't hear them, I add more. Guess how many fingers I have in your pretty hole, go on. Three on each hand now, and I'm pulling you open, I can see inside.

You're ready, now. You whimper needily as I take my fingers out. Your hole is warm and soft nice and loose, dripping wet. Perfect for a clutch of eggs.

Don't worry, it will only hurt a little bit.

Look down, between your legs, look at what I've prepared you for. Watch as my ovipositor slips inside you. Its long, long enough for the tapered tip to press up against your cervix as I hilt, and thicker than a cock. I'll press your face into the floor as I fuck you looser still, filling the room with the sound of your desperate moans, wet squelches, and the slapping sound of me hilting fully with each thrust.

When you finally cum, pulsing around me, that is when I finally still, fully inside, and fill you with a thicker fluid than your own slick. You need better than what you've got to take what I'm about to give you. It numbs your pain and fills your mind with a soft haze, so you cannot panic when you feel the base of my ovipositor swell against your already fucked out pussy. I reach around and rub your ignored clit, in long, slow strokes, hoping to distract you. You yelp when the egg pops past your lips, and I hush you, stroking your hair. Feel the mass of it pushing deeper, cum again and ignore where it's going for now. There's a good little thing. Here comes the hardest part.

My spend has numbed and relaxed your cervix, but you still have a fit of gasping and moaning as the egg starts to push past it. You're so close, love, this is the worst of it, the rest won't feel nearly so bad. I speed up the hand stroking your clit, and your third orgasm distracts you as you rock back and the egg finally pops into your womb. See? That wasn't so bad, you can take this. You can hold my clutch nice and safe for me, can't you?

Another egg pushes into you, but it doesn't hurt now, does it? It feels good. You feel good, you feel wonderful stretching around me, taking my eggs like the perfect little brood-mother you are. I'm petting your hair and tummy, feeling the bump begin to form at your belly as number three makes it in.

I'm sorry, pretty thing, I've been neglectful. Here, let me grope your tits and pinch your nipples. Such pretty noises you can make while I stuff you and play with you and make you mine. Do you want my fingers in your mouth? To be choked out? Your ass fingered? All you need to do is ask, love, let me take care of you. Let me make you lose track of time and eggs, you don't need to be thinking about that...

Look at you, big and round with my brood, you look so pretty. Would you like anything? Food? Drink? More eggs?

[woobble42069]

landduo is awesome because they'll say they hate each other and want the other to die horrible deaths and live through horrible fates, and mean it! but then they'll also do things for each other that are so kind.

they'll support each other through it all while still being little hater bitches as much as bbh may plot scheme and prank we all know he's clingy and always leaves gifts when he's gone too far

and for all the insults foolish throws bad's way he can read bad like a book and is patient will all bad's antics when anyone else would have been driven insane by now

no matter it be platonic, qpr, or romantic or just up in the air you gotta admit they're close

and even if you're not a fan you can count on their character interactions to always be interesting