#return to childhood

[benevolenterrancy]

hi!! I think your art is *so cool* o(≧∇≦o)

do you think you could draw more moshang? either post canon or that au you did last time?? (baby mobei has my heart and all I own)

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) oh! how about return to childhood—moshang flavor?

don't question this king, shang qinghua, he knows what he's about

[sekhmetpaws]

You know what could've made Bingge vs Bingmei even more heartbreaking?

Bingge who ends up in svsss accidentally while trying to escape the palace because he had a qi deviation and turned into a kid again. He knows he is basically powerless while he doesn't go back to normal and that this is the perfect opportunity for Shen Qingqiu's revenge. However, instead of suffering, he gets to live the entire range of the husband-teacher-mother dynamics bingqiu has going on... for like a week, until Bingmei comes back from his business at the demon realm.

[flowerbloom-arts]

(this is a reupload of a an ask post that is """mysteriously""" not showing up on my or other people's dashes. The following post exposes the truth about Moominpappa, and after many attempts at reuploading this with screenshots of the post and with the images I used I found that it's the screenshots that are causing problems. The people must know the truth of Moominpappa's lies, and I shall stop at no end to try and educate people on the web of lies that Moominpappa from Tanoshii Muumin Ikka 1991 is created for himself. Tumblr and its agenda to keep 90s Moominpappa's dignity in tact shall not dissuade me any more! Book Moominpappa would be APPALLED BY SUCH SHAMELESSNESS!)

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@helshdy asked:

Sorry if this is obvious but how did they retcon the moominpappa backstory? Do Hodgkins, Joxter, Muddler, and Fuzzy just straight up not exist?

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Okay so like... let's start with the stuff the episodes actually tell us.

There's one episode where the Moomin family (Sniff, My and Snorkmaiden included) get invited to Aunt Jane's mansion, which is pretty cool to see tbh, we finally get to see what her living situation is (she doesn't even have a housekeeping staff, she's so goddamn lonely)

And in one scene the kids are cleaning a room and they happen upon a photo album, and the album features... a younger Moominpappa living with Aunt Jane at what appears to be a summer house....

[INSERT SCREENSHOTS OF AUNT JANE'S PHOTO ALBUM]

Now, this is an odd discrepancy that goes unquestioned by the kids but it's not unreconcilable with Adventures of Moominpappa, maybe this is just one childhood summer Moominpappa deliberately left out of his story because it didn't contribute to his story and he doesn't like Jane. That's a minor enough piece of lore to make it make sense.

But then there's Return To Childhood, the episode with Wimsy.

After a mishap with the kids except Moomintroll mistaking Wimsy for an intruder, Wimsy and Moominpappa explain the history of their friendship to everyone, and what they say is uhhhh... (checks notes)

Moominpappa would constantly change schools in his childhood and then he and Wimsy were dormmates at the last school he went to.

...

Now that completely throws AoMP out the window.

We also have real tangible proof of this in the episode, Moominpappa and Wimsy try going on a little adventure together and they come across their old school, it even has the initials they carved on a tree and the same principal is still running the school (AND DOESN'T LOOK ANYTHING LIKE THE FILLYJONK PRINCIPAL).

[INSERT SCREENSHOTS OF MOOMINPAPPA AND WIMSY'S INITIALS ON A TREE AND THE SCHOOL PRINCIPAL]

And based on the kids that currently attend the school it seems that this is a an elementary/middle school?

[INSERT SCREENSHOTS OF THE PRINCIPAL SURROUNDED BY A GROUP OF COSTUMED STUDENTS]

(they're wearing costumes for a festival here)

And that's like. Woah. Holy crap??? Moominpappa like...... actually lied to us. ATLEAST about the majority of his life. And of course the kids don't question this because of Bad Writing BUT WE KNOW NOW.

Though, with all of this I'd have to backpedal and say that Edward the Booble as he was does in fact exist, there's an episode where the characters get Edward so they can use his tears to heal a mermaid tail, although he doesn't seem... quite as big as he was in AoMP (it could just be the animator's horrendous inability to be on model but this is beside the point)

The Ghost, is also real, we all saw him in the Dame Elaine episode didn't we. It's undeniably him, it has all the references we need without a shadow of a doubt despite the very different appearance between that episode and AoMP.

Allegedly he still lived on the island the Oshun Oxtra were on (but we could also argue that it wasn't necessarily that particular island, or it could mean that Moominpappa did in fact go to That island but the events didn't transpire the way MP said they did)

The fact Moominpappa is lying about his backstory could also explain his utter lack of familiarity with Mymblemamma despite his claims of having been friends with her in his youth (allegedly in the Japanese dub MP didn't actually say she was Little My's mother and that she was just another lookalike like the rest of the parents, but also allegedly in the Finnish dub he did say she was her mom, so which is it??) and we can't chalk it up to the show's lack of continuity because based on the Dame Elaine episode the show was perfectly capable of having continuity that adheres to MP's Memoirs even before they actually adapted it. (Both Dame Elaine and Moomin Builds a House were episodes before AoMP part 1)

And the most damning thing about this whole thing is that if you actually watch the AoMP episodes, Moominmamma explicitly had no way to call Moominpappa out on this, she explicitly doesn't know what his backstory was pre-meeting him. "But surely she'd point something out if she didn't know who the Oshun Oxtra was" WE DON'T KNOW IF SHE'D KNOW, SHE WAS LITERALLY OUT OF THE ROOM WHILE MOOMINPAPPA DESCRIBED THEIR MEETING, AND SHE OBVIOUSLY WASN'T HEARING WHAT MOOMINPAPPA WAS SAYING OR WHAT THE KIDS WERE TALKING ABOUT BECAUSE SHE WAS CONFUSED ABOUT THE KIDS STARING AT HER IN DISBELIEF.

IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW

MOOMINPAPPA IS JUST A BAD STORYTELLER AND I DON'T HAVE TO ACCEPT THE UTTER LACK OF CHARACTERIZATION AS REAL

IT'S ALL A LIE

JOXTER AND MUDDLER WERE PROBABLY OLD SCHOOLMATES FROM ONE OF HIS SCHOOLS AND THE REASON WHY THEY WERE LOOKALIKES AND PARENTS WERE BECAUSE HE DIDN'T ACTUALLY KNOW THAT THEY HAD KIDS

WOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

[shirleyjacksonism]

"I come home - and I have a feeling of returning like a ghost to its haunt."

Katie Maria // Sharp Objects // Bonedog, Eva H.D // Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?, Jeanette Winterson // The Early Journals , Virginia Woof

[cyallowitz]

Ghostbusters! Ghost Trap! Mine!

Sooo, I took my son to see ‘Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire’ last night.  We watched the first two movies two weeks ago and ‘Afterlife’ on Friday night, so we were set.  Got there 50 minutes before it started because it was raining.  That meant we had to stay in the lobby for a bit.  In the back of my mind, I had a feeling there was some special merch, but I wasn’t sure.  I mean, it’s Ghostbusters. …

[girlbossvicvega]

mattfoggy has the funniest framing they’re literally just like. what if two guys in the most intense lifelong partnership you’ve ever seen regularly had marital problems and divorced each other every 3 months because one was cheating on the other (with vigilantism). what if one indulged in his addiction (beating the shit out of people) behind the other’s back and then lied to his face repeatedly by distracting him with sex (pro bono law cases). eventually he’s always found out and the cheater is trying he’s really trying here but he needs help (doesn’t want it) working through his traumatic childhood experiences (drafted as an orphaned nine year old to fight zombie ninjas) before he can grow (he doesn’t)

[probsnothawkeye]

The new Phineas and Ferb episodes are genuinely wonderful and capture that same joy and whimsy the original episodes did and i think this can fully be credited to the creators themselves approaching this with the idea of "its not a reboot, its a revival" they aren't starting from scratch trying to make it all work again, they're going 'great here's the next summer!' They even changed the theme song to say "theres another 104 days of summer vacation" this is being crafted with the care and love that it deserves its not a spinoff/reboot/cash grab to the creators its a chance to tell new stories with these characters the people love and it makes me so happy and so emotional

[buttonheart]

Ponychako

[xpurplepiex]

some ponyposting

[oh-no-its-bird]

"Sometimes, I can't help but feel burdened by the weight of your emotions."

"Good."

u will not be seeing me writing them kissing in the main story but know that I have been thinking ab these fucking weirdos. These weirdos and their indescribably heavy baggage and the tension between them

The Hatake clan has always been haunted by the curse of doomed toxic yuri and yaoi since the warring states era fr

Early Konoha oc art pt. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]

[svsssfancomic]

SVSSS EXTRA: RETURN TO CHILDHOOD Chapter 02

Unofficial SVSSS fan-comic by @toffee-arts If you would like to support this project, please donate at my 🌱 Ko-fi Thank you so much 💚

[lelif]

on childhood

interview about it: chapter two // I'll give you the sun, jandy nelson// the scientist, coldplay// little women (2019) // ?// ?// ?// pink skies, zach bryan// never grow up, taylor swift// older, lizzie mcalpine// ? // home, edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros// @ whorefrost on twitter// @fairycosmos // kids, current joys// eight, sleeping at last// never grow up, taylor swift

[gnawgag]

I used to live here…

genesis 3:23 - the mountain goats // nan goldin - smokey car

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

YOU'RE IN LOVE

Summary: Just Joker having moment of realization that he's in love<3 dedicating this to @ravenwritten and @shintaru dividers cred: @cafekitsune

The night sky hovered above the city like a ghost from the tales, the blinding city lights flickered in the streets, loud music from the near club shook the ground and in one small alleyway, where lights couldn't reach and utter solitude has taken place, was a man standing, bloodied and bruised, glaring at the unconscious bodies under his feet.

The man, who goes by allias Joker, had baby blue hair, sharp grey eyes that cut through the laughter from outside. He was wearing grey sweatpants with Adidas windbreaker jacket and white t-shirt underneath. His knuckles were bloody and bruised, his bottom lip cut and thick, dark blood leaked from the wound, his cheek was bright red from the punch he took earlier. But he didn't care about his bruises as much as he cared about the clothes that got bloody.

"Shit..." He muttered to himself, looking down on the white t-shirt that almost started looking like Japanese flag with random bloody dotes here and there. His grey sweatpants had dirt smeared on knees and ankles places.

How was he supposed to return to home like this...Especially after hearing the protest of his younger brother about him getting into fights. Joker could swear on his brothers he hasn't started this one, these assholes suddenly jumped him out of nowhere. He could recognize one of them, the guy he had to beat up in fight club for money - before he quit. Guess this was an attempt of revenge, huh?

Joker ran his hand through the slick, sweaty folds of his hair, grunting from frustration. Rather than staying here, he decided to leave the alleyway, even if people would stare at him weirdly for having blood all over himself, it was better than staying in the dark with guys he beat up to unconsciousness, not knowing when they would wake up.

He quietly walked away from the near club, trying to avoid crowd as much as he could, but it turned out to be impossible. As he hurriedly took steps on the busy streets, he could catch the looks of people who noticed him. Two girls gasped at the sight of blood, carefully avoiding bumping into him, the random kid stared at him with wide eyes before his mom dragged him away, saying something about how many lunatics walk around and why it's dangerous to stare at them..Which caused Joker to walk faster, searching for any pharmacy.

But before he could find one, someone's hand gently rested on his shoulder. Oh here goes the concerns from the random person he didn't even know, offering him to take him to hospital like he had money to pay one a visit. But upon turning around, he didn't see someone random, not someone he didn't know.

"Hajun? Oh, thankfully it's you. I was afraid I was mistaken." You spoke before eyeing him up and down, your expression turning to one of concern. "Actually, I'd rather have you been someone else....What happened to you?"

Hajun turned away, making you let go of his shoulder, while he mumbled something. "It's nothing.."

"What?! What do you mean it's nothing?!"You almost yelled, grabbing his hand to stop him but miserably failed as your strength didn't turn out to be enough, he basically dragged you with him but stopped himself due to you still holding his hand.

"....What are you doing?" He asked you, rising his eyebrows in surprise but you couldn't see since his hair was covering them. You could hear the surprised tone that escaped his lips though, despite him trying to brush this situation off.

"I have tissues and bandaids..I can save you the trouble of finding pharmacy right now, at this hour." You gently said, letting go of his hand once noticing he wasn't planning to run away.

Joker's tense shoulders relaxed a bit, his eyes thoughtfully looking at you, considering whether he should accept the help or not. It was you who was offering the help, after all. The girl he has known since childhood, the first ever friend and also crush he ever had - though according to him, his feelings have passed since then - and now a woman who lived right in front of his apartment.

It was awkward enough when he first met you again in the grocery shop, you were wearing beautiful sundress while he was wearing basic clothes he hurriedly put on, not even bothering to put shoes on and just going out with slippers. He immediately recognized you back then, while it took you two more accidental reruns with him to finally remember who he was. After that, you tried to see him more often, even playing in the playground with his brothers and whatnot. But you were one of the last person he wanted to see him in this state, looking like some sort of punchbag.

Seeing how he was hesitating to make a choice, you sighed and spoke up again. "C'mon, Hajun...I can't leave you in this state. Plus you can't find any open pharmacy anywhere near at this hour."

"Fine.." He finally gave in, letting you drag him away to the bench, helping him sit down despite him not needing the help.

You opened your handbag, taking out the pack of tissues and bandaids before opening one, taking the tissue out to press it on lip that was somehow still bleeding.

Hajun stared at you directly, seeing how serious you looked - like he needed surgery and not barely just a first aid. Then something peaked his curiosity and in an attempt to break the awkward silence, he asked you a question. "Why do you have bandaids in the first place?"

"Hm? Oh. I have them on me whenever I wear heels." You answered, now taking out the bandaid from its box. Unconsciously, Hajun looked down at your feet, noticing the black heels you were wearing, quite tall ones.

"Oh." Is all he managed to say.

"Don't speak too much. Your face is literally battered up!" You told him, then suddenly pushed up his hair to see his forehead, cleaning up something - guessing it was blood from the cut he didn't notice until now - near his eyebrow. Then putting the sticky bandaid on it.

While you were too focused on taking care of him, he couldn't focus at all. His heart was beating rather fast, but he convinced himself it's because of adrenaline. Yet, he couldn't find the excuse for his eyes darting at everywhere but at you, especially avoiding your face. He felt heat rushing at his cheeks but wasn't sure whether he was blushing or not.

He flinched when you took his hand in yours, catching your attention. "Sorry, I'll try to be gentle." You said, giving him apologetic smile.

"It's fine." He spoke.

You examinated his knuckles, blood has already dried on them. It didn't look like he had any cuts on them, so you presumed he got into fight, getting his knuckles dirty with whoever he was fighting's blood. "I don't have water to clean up dried blood...You don't mind if I use my saliva instead?"

"I--what?!" He almost choked on air, his ears turning pink now but thankfully you couldn't see due to the dark night.

With an awkward laugh, you rubbed your neck with your hand. "Nevermind, it sounds weird. It's just that, my mom used to wet the tissues with saliva when she needed to clean me up. That's why I don't find it weird." You spoke in embarrassment, your cheeks heating up slightly.

"Uhm..." Joker cleared his voice before speaking. "I can wash my hands when I get home."

"Alright." You said. "Then I'll put band-"

"You don't have to." He cut you off. Once you looked up at him again, he glanced away to avoid making eye contact for he doesn't even know why. "It's not anything major, I can do it at home myself."

"But--"

"It's fine."

You sighed in defeat, finally standing up. "Fine but make sure you won't forget." You spoke up, giving him your hand to help him stand up, even though you weren't strong enough to support him.

He hesitantly accepted your hand. It would've been rude if he wouldn't, right?

He stood up holding your hand and this small act was enough to quicken his heartbeat, making it clear to him that it wasn't the adrenaline anymore. It's not like he hasn't noticed how he feels his heart beating faster whenever he has an encounter with you, but maybe he brushed it off as nothing due to not having proper minute with you. It was always accidental, either you were in hurry or him, he couldn't even got the minute to talk to you. He didn't even know that you met his brothers on playgrounds, they told him once they returned to home.

And he had...things to worry about, which occupied his mind 24/7. Though, you definitely didn't need to know this.

"Well, since we're going same way, we can at least chat a bit." Your voice snapped him away from his thoughts, noticing how you two were still holding hands, he had sudden realization that he hadn't let go of you and, lost in his thoughts, he ended up staring at your hand holding his, later noticing the size difference. He immediately let go of you hand, putting his hands in his pockets instead,starting to walk, his cheeks pink from the embarrassment.

"Didn't you..." He glanced at you now, you were already walking by his side. "say that I shouldn't talk too much?"

"Well, yeah..." You said awkwardly. "But we haven't really been talking, you know. And besides," your lips curled up in knowing smirk. "you were never the type to talk much so I'll be the one to yap your ears away, as always."

Your comment made him smile a bit. He liked how you still were being so casual with him, despite him getting awkward and flustered. Now that he thinks about it, it has always been like that. Since childhood, you were the talkative one, extrovert who managed to have many friends and liked by neighborhood kids. While he was nobody, just awkward boy from poor family that barely survived poverty. Unlike you, he was always avoided by others, claiming he must have had some kind of disease. And maybe you pitied him or were too kind, you were the first person to approach him, became his friend, unknowingly made him fall in love with you so hard that all his negative thoughts and worries were erased and replaced by the thoughts of you, he even learned how to make bouquets and flower crowns for you, but unfortunately, you moved away to another country, leaving him with an ache and newfound emptiness.

"So..." Before you could say anything more, he posed question for you. "I thought you were just visiting Korea but it seems you're living here again?"

You nodded you head. "Yeah, this is my home country after all. I thought it would have been better for me return here." You put your hands in the pockets of your leather jacket, smiling to yourself upon talking about the country you just adored. If your parents wouldn't have dragged you away from here, you would have never left it.

"Oh, that's good." Hajun said.

You glanced at him, your lips curling up in a teasing smirk once again. "Why? Did you miss me?" Your question visibly caught him off guard, which almost made you giggle. He was still so easy to surprise or get him flustered, it was cute. "I'm kidd-"

"Yeah."

He suddenly answered, his eyes glued on the ground while he walked beside you. His honest answer surprised you, you didn't expect him to take your question seriously or give you such an answer.

Observing him a bit, you caught a glimse of his pink cheeks but due to darkness, you brushed it off as nothing or maybe cold.

"I see.." You spoke again, your smirk softening into genuine smile. "I missed you too, Hajun." He glanced at you, making eye contact with you for first time. He can't fully describe the feeling he's experiencing right now, but it's like his heart is fluttering and suddenly he feels too warm. You continued though, unaware of how you were making this poor man feel. "I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me, to be honest. Because, well, I really did leave without contacting you again. I even searched you up on social media when I decided to come back to Korea, but I couldn't find you."

He was silent, it's nothing unusual but he was silent for different reason now. The fact that you tried to find a way to contact him, tried to find him on social media, tried and put effort in finding him made his heart skip a beat.

"You're the one who didn't recognize me, though." He mumbled loud enough for you to hear. It might sound creepy, but he has remembered your appearance vividly all these years. You were the one that made him feel like he was someone, after all. He couldn't even describe how grateful he was or how much he missed you since then. Only to meet you again in the grocery shop, then had him accidentally run into you again but as if mocked by the fate, you didn't even glanced at him twice. He knows he's being childish by expecting you to remember him after quite long time, after he dyed his hair, got piercings, changed his appearance and himself too. He was nobody from the poor household that barely had any clothes to wear, nobody that people didn't even bother to remember but now he was someone, with a name for himself, someone more flashy, someone more memorable. But still...Seeing the way you didn't recognize him, nor glanced at him for another time - it hurt more than he thought it would.

You scoffed. "Hey, that's because you look too different."

"Different?"

"Yeah. I'd never think you'd dye your hair, especially in baby blue!"

"Huh? Why not?" He blinked at you, surprised by the emphasis on his choice of hair color.

"Because baby blue is...baby blue? It's usually associated with babies or cute and small creatures." You explained, even with body language, putting your hands close to empathize small. "And you're not small. How tall are you anyway?"

"Um...2 meters I guess." He answered.

"Yeah--wait for real?!" Your jaw dropped. You thought he'd be around 190cm but 2 meters?? "Are you sure you shouldn't be in NBA?"

He quietly laughed, it was short and silent but it was a laugh. "No, I'm not interested in basketball. I like boxing more."

"Ooh boxing, huh. Like Muhammad Ali?" You asked him. You've never looked into boxing or any mma sports, maybe because you weren't truly interested in sports. But you do know few famous sportsmen.

"Yeah, like Muhammad Ali." He confirmed, even though he knew he wasn't one to be compared to a legend that made boxing lovable. If Hajun was truly someone like Ali, maybe his brother wouldn't be disgusted with his fights, maybe he wouldn't be someone his brother would look at with disapproval.

"That's cool! Do you still ride a bike though?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Great. When we're both free, we can ride together if you want to." You smiled at him.

"T..Together?" He stuttered.

"Yeah, together. I missed riding bikes with you." Gosh, what were you doing to his poor heart? He felt like he'd have heart attack. To be honest, he didn't know how to feel anymore. Flustered because his "old" crush was offering to ride bikes with him or childishly happy that you want to spend time with him? It's weird. He was sure he didn't have time for romance or any sort of feelings such as love, he was sure his old feelings had passed, that it wasn't romantic anymore, but the mere sight of your smile gets him flustered, the mere sound of your voice makes his heart flutter and your touches alone were effective enough to almost make him completely weak in the knees. Was he just being stupid? Or maybe he underestimated how strongly he loved you, how strongly lovable you were.

"Sure...I'll try to make time for you." He finally said it. Wooin wouldn't beat his ass if he doesn't hang out with him for one day, right?

"You don't have to if you're busy." You spoke up, looking away from him, noticing the familiarity of the environment instead.You recognized this street, even in the darkness of the night. "Oh, we're already here."

Hajun snapped back to reality, also noticing the familiar street now, two apartments facing each other, then he turned to face you. "Yeah. I'll walk you to yours."

"You don't have to." You smiled again, reassuring him that it's fine if he won't, especially since he's still injured.

"No, I insist." He remarked, leaving no room for any argument.

"Oh wow, what a gentleman." You replied teasingly, walking towards your apartment while he followed you like a puppy on guard.

It didn't take many steps to reach the entrance of your apartment. You opened the entrance door by pulling the doorknob but suddenly stopped.

Letting go of the doorknob, you turned around to face Hajun, taking steps to close the already small distance between you two. "Hajun, bend down a little." You said.

"Huh?" He blinked down at you, confused and unaware of whatever you were planning in that sly brain of yours. But he bend down to your level regardless, still trying to keep the appropriate distance, which was immediately closed by you kissing his cheek, sending shockwaves through his nerves.

Your cheeks were flushing by the time you pulled away, you flashed him an innocent smile as if you didn't just made his brain stop working. "Bye, I'll see you tomorrow!" You turned around and walked in your apartment, closing the door behind you.

Hajun stayed in one place, as if still processing what happened. His cheeks were as red as tomato by now, his heart about to burst through his chest.

You kissed him.

You kissed him.

On the cheek.

You.

Kissed.

Him.

On.

The.

Cheek.

My goodness. He didn't even know how to react, but he was blushing, his heart acting crazy but at the same time, he was relieved. He can't process why, maybe because this means you like him too, right?

After calming down a bit, he turned around to leave. His steps slower than before, his brain malfunctioning but his lips were shaking from how much he wanted to smile right now, despite the uncomfortable feeling from his stitches on his jaw.

And that's how he was left with no worries anymore, no sadness or heavy feelings, instead you left him with euphoria and deep, deep feelings of yearning.

[cherrywhite]

Silt Verses protagonists // Returning Home

[gurggggleburgle]

the reason why Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan can't attic wife each other in there house and never leave is that they don't have internet or anything else around to help keep them moving. I think we chalk too much of Shen Qingqiu being a super productive person post transmigration often too much to reading into things and treating his unreliable narration as fact.

But like, what is he supposed to do all if not actually go outside and talk to people and get a job. Luo Binghe needs to do things other than be a housewife for his own sanity so he doesn't cabin fever. He can't live focusing his day around a singular person being in the room its not healthy and would drive him insane. These are not overly productive constantly doing things people. These are people doing things to make sure they aren't malaise slugs feeling nothing in their day to day drudgery.

This is just what a healthy post/pre internet mental state kinda looks like.