#let humans be happy

[hopeless-lesbian223]

Let people who have never heard of/cared about Kate Bush listen to ‘Running Up That Hill’ and love it because they heard it on Stranger Things.

Let people who don’t know how to play DND try it because Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin did it on their TV screens.

Let people who used to never want to approach metal music before Eddie played a kickass concert of ‘Master of Puppets’ now be interested in other Metallica songs.

Let people who watched Black Widow now be interested in other Nirvana songs despite never being interested in that stuff before hearing ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’.

Let people who don’t care about American history go out and research the Founding Fathers because they watched Hamilton and really liked it.

Let the same be said for people who started listening to the Six soundtrack and found themselves really interested in the Tudors all of a sudden.

Let people buy t-shirts, put up posters, talk about, become fans of, show interest in, and generally enjoy something even though they haven’t been fans as long as you have, and they’re fans for different reasons, or they don’t know something that you think diehard fans would know, because if you think the gates to your interests/fandoms should be so closely guarded that allowing people who haven’t been listening to this music since it came out in the 80s aren’t allowed to enjoy it because you have been a fan for that long, then you are quite a jerk. Stop muttering “they don’t get it” and “kids these days” under your breath. Stop telling them that they aren’t real fans. Stop thinking that they’re trying too hard to be “cool” or that they’re jumping on the bandwagon just for the sake of it.

Just let people enjoy good things, for Pete’s sake.

[uncanny-tranny]

Little things adults and older people can do to help younger people and children feel included, safe, and respected as an equal individual:

Ask before touching the young person - even for hugs. Ask before you take pictures of them, and let them see photographs of them before they are printed or sent to others (even family).

Apologize when you are wrong

Ask for a young persons thoughts on a subject, then engage with them after they have spoken

Demonstrate behaviour you want to see from them (see: apologizing). Say "excuse me," say "thank you," say "please" to them

Validate their feelings, even if they don't know how to express them just yet

Remember that this is the first time they've been alive, and that you've had way longer to "figure it out"

These are some things I wish other adults remembered when engaging with young folks. We so often forget what childhood felt like and how unfair it all was because we were often awarded freedoms as adults that we never had as children. These kids are equal to adults, and they deserve the same courtesy, respect, kindness, and understanding we give to other adults.

[inkskinned]

for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don't often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.

i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we'd find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.

in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i'd be the first one up. i'd shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt... outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.

the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so... strangely lovely.

i have to be honest. i'm not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it's tragic of me. i usually respond to "this thing is super old" by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.

i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don't swim in walden, it's so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn't have "old house" kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70's. history existed kind of... parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some "ye olden times" place and you'd see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you'd go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.

i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you'll see how long we've been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.

the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn't actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i've lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.

when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child's scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.

we've been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.

[marf244]

Fionna and Cake doodle dump, mostly Simon of course

[nelkcats]

Family Trip

Danny loved her, like a sister, a daughter or something in between, but Ellie was happy as long as he was there to take care of her. She felt protected but couldn't stay forever.

She had already explored the whole world, and as interesting as the Infinite Realms seemed in reality they didn't interest her that much. Ellie was sure she needed to go further, but she didn't know how to let Danny know. So she simply told him straight out, that the universe they were in was no longer enough for her.

Danny accepted it, and told her that there were many other universes that she could explore, he told her that Clockwork had told him about some of them. Ellie was excited, she could travel more, but for the first time she hesitated, and realized that she didn't want to travel alone.

She asked Danny if he wanted to travel with her and he gave her the flattest look in existence.

"Obviously I'm going to travel with you" he said. And that was that. No discussion, no questions asked.

They both packed a couple of backpacks as if they were going hiking and asked Clockwork. He just tossed them Dan's thermos before offering them a method of travel. Danny frowned but opened the thermos anyway and dragged Dan with them as he yelled about injustices and upset families.

They ended up in Gotham, in front of a man with a helmet and a guy dressed as a stoplight. Danny waved and asked them for a chat (he probably wanted to ask for directions) while Dan sulked in the back. Ellie looked at the architecture curiously.

Unfortunately for Danny, the stoplight guy pulled out a sword and the helmet guy pulled out a gun. They both looked tense as they looked between the three of them. Danny frowned (his green eyes glinting with annoyance) before nodding towards Ellie and Dan and disappearing.

Thus began their vacation in a world where everyone wanted to shoot them; Danny felt at home, Dan wanted to steal an exotic candy called crypto-something and Ellie was happy to explore.

Their family trip had officially begun.

[journey-to-the-attic]

the rest of the cast got their new song covers, so i wanted to try putting the others in a band :>

i did want to make it look a bit like an album cover but i have no idea how those are designed so eh?? i also couldn't think of any band or album/song names so. if anyone has any ideas...

[pidgydraws]

🌻 in any life 🌻

the character redesigns in Trigun Stampede finally caused my brain to realize all of the similarities between two of my most beloved ships: Vash and Wolfwood, and Touya and Yukito. Both, just a couple a sad boys - one of them inhuman and one of them with inhuman powers - trying to find a way to be together and protect the people they love from forces way outside of their control.

[gentlebeard]

If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again

For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube

[hanafubukki]

Thinking about true love and book 7 again:

True Love is what allowed Malleus to be conceived by his parents and eventually hatched by Lilia.

True love is what put baby Silver to sleep by his parents and woken up by Lilia.

Sebeks parents were able to walk past the line of human and fae, of hundreds of years of animosity, and allowed them to have their children.

Love is what diasomnia is about and love is also what caused the OB to happen.

Love is as destructive and chaotic as it is healing and nourishing 🥹😭💚

[pogostikk]

SHREK AUDIO

[gunstellations]

happy birthday!

[harboretum]

Good morning 🍊

[chio-chan2artbox]

Perry comforting a very sad Heinz

[shandaiyuh]

I just read a very old reddit post where a lady lied to her boyfriend about "peeling" her "old skin" right after or during her period. And the bf didn't hesitate to believe her and try and make her more comfortable and pampered during those times. Thing is, the girl also convinced all women on her bf's life to keep up with this lie. Of course, he ended up finding out, and he laughed he's ass off at his own naiveness and stupidity.

Now, don't tell me this isn't something that: Mammon (OM), Leviathan (OM), Beelzebub (OM), Deuce Spade (TWST), Malleus Draconia (TWST), Leraye (WHB) , Stolas (WHB)... would completely do.

I can see them just being so worried over their girl, completely adorable idiots.

[creepypso]

Hi. I uh... yeah I was having some fun with fnaf in the last days. And to be more exact: good old Funtime Freddy is taking over my head.

Y'know I would also love to have the brain maggots for the glamrocks or sun and moon because I think I could draw them pretty cool but nope.

I get all grinny seeing this sadistic bastard.

[aq2003]

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