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bakedbakermom · 1 year

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Hey teacher if you actually think taking a socially isolated six year old, sitting her down with the class, and then letting them talk about ALL THE THINGS THEY DON'T LIKE ABOUT HER is an acceptable way to treat a child then we do not have a different approach when it comes to child development, we have a different approach when it comes to being a human fucking being.

I Do Not Care what class rules she struggles with, that is abuse.

Hearing my daughter cry for the last few days as she recounts what she's feeling in that classroom... I can't explain what that feels like. When she was born, and I held her for the first time, I was Changed. I've tried to explain it so many times and the best I've got is. How the Grinch Stole Christmas. When his heart grew three sizes and it broke the little box? I felt that. I felt my heart growing inside me as a physical sensation so strong it was almost painful. It's beyond words.

The pain I feel for her now is beyond words in the same way. I am physically sick for her. She has been pouring her heart out to me. The phrases she uses:

I just curled up in a ball at my seat and was crying. Teacher may was well have written "Talk about Stupid (name)" on the whiteboard.

I'm worried I'll never be able to be happy at school again, and then maybe I'll never be able to be happy at all ever again.

Imagine if someone took a tiny baby, and they just put it in the trashcan. Teacher does that to me over and over.

Teacher only talks to me when I'm doing something wrong, I'm scared to go talk to her when I need something.

I'm a good kid! I know I am! Why can't Teacher see the angel in me?

I'm always crying at school and I hate it because they all think I'm a baby.

Teacher is always frowning at me. I hate my whole life right now, except my parents.

And she was singing the "I Wish I Wasn't Different" song from the Movies episode of Bluey. And she's got a fucking stress rash on her hand because she can't stop picking at herself.

SHE'S SIX FUCKING YEARS OLD.

I am astounded by the depth of her pain and I'm only feeling the echo of it in that piece of my heart she made.

This woman made my child feel that. To say I am incandescent with rage is barely scratching the surface.

I kept her out of school today (and gave her the best self-care a 6yo could ask for*) and feel massively guilty I haven't taken more action much sooner. She WILL NOT be made to feel this way one more goddamn minute. Tomorrow we talk to the principal and we will make them make this right.

* Last night she was telling me it felt like her heart used to be all pink and happy and now it's blue and has a frowny face and tears falling down, and then it broke in half and now this half is all the way down in my KNEE (I am raising a delightfully dramatic child).

So today, we had a Fix Daughter's Heart Day. I let her download a few cute but dumb apps on her tablet and she got to play them in her jammies during breakfast - that alone broke 3 boring routines that she finds tedious. We went to Build A Bear. Frankly, we went a little nuts at Build A Bear. We got junky mall food for lunch. We went to the little candy store that has "disappointing gummy BEARS but the best gummy WORMS in the whole world."

We stopped at the grocery store and got a little bit of junk food, a stuffed toy from the impulse aisle, she picked out a card for her dad for valentine's day, and we chose the stuff to make her favorite dinner, which is also the one she likes to help with - she pushes the switch on the Cuisinart to shred the cheese, it's adorable and slightly terrifying and she is drunk with power, giggling the entire time. She got downtime to craft and color and read while I cooked and helped her with words.

And the whole time, we talked. That was the best part. She talked to me, and I talked with her, good stuff and bad stuff and silly stuff and sweet stuff, and I swear we really Saw each other today.

I checked in with her about the color of her heart a bunch of times throughout the day. (Her answers were incredibly specific, btw.) Tonight at bedtime she said it was all the way pink again, and it was shaped like a cat and it was purring and making biscuits.

I am trying my ass off to be the mom I wish I'd had, the mom she deserves, the mom who protects her and uplifts her and cheers her on and comforts her and teaches her. This shit is HARD. This shit is WORTH IT, but this shit is hard.

#i always thought that whole mama bear thing was a stupid white lady trend #i guess i get it now #liwl.txt #also you need to watch Bluey it's such a genuinely sweet and loving show #wow i really just had a flashback to livejournal holy shit #thanks for reading #hi yes blogging is my therapy now

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thehandsresisthim · 3 years

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Taming Tenko - Part II

Shigaraki Tomura I Shimura Tenko / Female Reader

Part I can be found here

Contains: sub shig, dom reader, low-key women-hating shig, college au, quirk less au, masturbation, shig nuts on readers scarf, cock stepping, shig humping against readers feet, humiliation, overstimulation, shig and reader are having fun playing pretend lol

Before he can help himself, he's rubbing parts of the scarf along his cock - at first it's strange, but the smell of you is so soothing that he finds himself unable to stop.

Amidst whimpers and moans, Tenko blows his load all over the piece of clothing, ruining it.

"m' sorry, mistress..." he whimpers, still deep in his fantasy.

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"Hi, Shimura. How's it going? I just wanted to quickly ask you about the project - we still do need to finish it. Would you be interested in meeting up with me? We could meet up at your place, just text me your address and a time."

It's the ninth time he has played your message once again - the voice recording, no matter how mundane it's subject, gets him going like nothing else. You're his pretty miss.

The scarf you gave him was now covered in his seed - it had dried in a few places, making it all crusty, but he still couldn't help using it.

It felt so good - he had never felt a woman's touch before, and this was as close as he could get.

After cleaning himself up a little, he answered your request with an adress and a fitting time, afterwards taking a look around his room and promptly starting to clean it. He did not want his mistress to think he was gross - he put clothing into the laundry basket, got rid of old plates with food on them, vacuumed the floor, replaced his bedsheets with new, clean ones and dusted of surfaces. He had to admit, his room hadn't been this clean for a while. Even when he wasn't pretending to be a dirty pervert, keeping clean was important to him when you came over.

A few hours later, the agreed upon time had come - you had answered him in a text - and he was certain he had never been more nervous.

Tenko hears the doorbell, the sound sending a wave of shock through his body. Finally, you were here.

He walks over to the door, breathing heavily, and quickly lets you walk in.

Fuck, you're so pretty, he can't help but think.

'Shit, shit, shit,' he says in his mind, 'I'm already hard.'

"Hi, Shimura. How's it going?" you say as you take of your coat, a different scarf - Tenko almost whimpers in shame as he is reminded of what he did to your other one, where did he put it again? - and your boots.

"I'm... doing good. And you-u are?" he stutters out, distracted with thinking about whether or not his bulge is visible.

"I'm all good. Cmon, Tenko, let's start working already. Where is your room?"

Tenko? When did you start calling him Tenko. Did this mean that you liked him? You're not helping his erection.

"I- it's this way," he blabbers and starts walking towards his room. You follow suit.

You enter, and he can see the way you look around yourself, taking in his space. He wonders what you think, but is too nervous to ask.

"Oh, Tenko, there's my scarf!", you exclaim, and he's sure he just died inside.

Before he can do anything, you've grabbed the thing, and are holding it in your hands, no doubt feeling how damp and crusty it is in places. He wonders if you'd believe him if he told you that he spilled something on it.

Your facial expression conveys how disgusted you feel quite well.

"What happened here, baby boy? Did you seriously dirty my scarf with your disgusting sperm?"

"I-I... Look, I-"

Quickly, you walk over to the door, close it, and lock it.

Next, your hand is buried in his hair before he can dodge it, and you push him down. He whimpers, and he himself can't tell if it's because he is shocked at your sudden harsh treatment or aroused by it - maybe it's both.

He's kneeling now, right beside your legs.

"Are you seriously hard already? Really, Tenko?"

Your foot is stepping on his cock, and he can't help but buck his hips up against you.

"I- I'm, sowry, I-"

You push down on him, and he let's out a raspy moan. It's all happening so quickly, he doesn't know what to do.

"But, you were- so, nice, to me, so why-" he stutters in confusion.

"Oh, Tenko, at first it was genuine. But then I found out just how disgusting you are."

"But how-" he chirps out in stress.

"Stop whining and take your filthy hands of my scarf, you little whore.", you instruct, and he immediately follows your command, putting it onto the bed right next to him.

"It's really not surprising that a disgusting boy like you is turned on by being humiliated. I already guessed you'd be a masochistic bitch, but when I checked the browsing history on your tablet whilst you were in the bathroom at the Café I got confirmation. A gross little nerd like you should know to delete your browser history, hmm?"

"I... I forgot, I-", he tries to explain, but you interrupt him.

"Of course you did. You can only think with your tiny cock, can't you? Take off your pants and underwear, I want to see just how small you are."

Does this mean that you like him? A big part of him jumps in excitement at the thought. You had to, right? Otherwise you wouldn't ask him to expose himself.

He starts untying the band holding up his black sweatpants, and quickly removes his underwear, all whilst still kneeling down, in hopes of not disappointing you.

You immediately stare at his private parts, and he feels his face get red with shame.

"Wow, Tenko, you're even smaller than I expected." you exclaim loudly, and he hates the way his cock twitched at that. Based on your facial expression, you saw the twitch too.

"Aww, look at you!" you say and use your foot to massage his tiny nub.

He starts humping your foot, gasping for air and moaning once again and you chuckle, then suddenly move your foot up with quite a bit of force.

Tenko reacts deliciously - letting out a strangled scream, and says something you hadn't quite expected - "M-mommy!"

You can't hold in your laughter now.

"Seriously, Tenko? I didn't think you'd be this pathetic."

You can see how the shock over his own words kick in.

"I... I didn't mean, I'm not- it's not..."

"Come on, repeat what you said. Babyboy."

You see the glistening amount of pre dripping down his cock, and the repeated twitch of it at the nickname.

You take to massaging his aching cock with your foot once more, and he starts to buck once again. "Come on, Tenko, say it."

"Mommy... Mommy, need my m...mommy. Please." he whimpers.

You smirk and shove one of your hands into his hair, slowly rubbing.

"Don't stop humping, babyboy."

Tenko sighs at the sensation of your socks against the sensitive skin.

He quickly feels an orgasm coming. Should he tell his mommy? He's not sure. You're mean enough to deny him, but he doesn't think you'd appreciate him dirtying your socks, considering your previous reaction to what he did to your scarf. He ultimately decides to tell you.

"Mommy? I'm, going to-,... cum." he says quietly, averting his eyes.

"So quickly?" you ask.

"I'm sorry - I don't want to... disappoint mommy, but, cock is too, sensitive..."

"Well, you can cum - but you better don't stop humping after." you answer his plea.

Tenko whines after comprehending the instruction, knowing that he can't handle overstimulation all that well. But following mommys commands is more important than his comfort, he decides.

After a particularly sensational hump, he quickly covers your feet in his seed. The noises he makes are nothing short of adorable - a high pitched chirp of "mommy!"

"Don't stop now, little Tenko." you remind him, and as he follows the instructions, he is reminded of why he hates overstimulation.

The confusion of having pleasure and pain mixed is simply too much for him, and before he can think, he has his arms wrapped around your waist, grounding himself through the touch.

He sounds absolutely miserable - high whines and gasping moans escape at a high rate.

"Can you cum again, my little boy? If you do, I'll allow you to take a break." you say, your voice still calm. Tenko notices how much he likes how collected you are whilst he's making a mess of himself.

Eager to fulfill your request, he quickly recovers - taking way less time to orgasm again. This time, it's not as pleasurable - the nerves still burning as a consequence of the overstimulation.

But the way you laugh at his pathetic expression is a wonderful reward.

"Onto the bed, you slut." you say, and he just nods in response, feeling overwhelmed by the fact that he just came two times in the span of roughly 7 minutes. He adores you, and the idea for such a scenario - you were always willing to listen to his ideas, and getting grouped up for a project gave it the tint of realism he loved. He felt lucky to be with you.

He quickly gets himself together - as best as he can - and hops onto his clean sheets.

"You're going to eat me out now, maybe you'll actually have something you're good for, let's find out." you demand and take of your pants.

Tenko sighs at the idea of your thighs surrounding his head as he laps up your juices.

"Yes, mommy," he manages to say, though quietly.

Here's part one!

#Shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #Tomura shigaraki x reader #Shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #shigaraki tomura x y/n #Shigaraki Tomura x you #Sub shigaraki #Sub shigaraki Tomura #Bnha smut #Mha smut #Dom Reader

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blackhakumen · 2 years

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Mini Fanfic #953: Another Day at the Land of Departure (Kingdom Hearts)

11:23 a.m. Land of Departure's Residence's Living Room.............

Vantias: (Has The Back of his Head Laying on top of Namine's Lap) You guys think I'll look good with a Mohawk?

Namine: (Raised an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion While Holding her Tablet) A....mohawk?

Ventus: (Too Busy Looking Something Up on his Phone) You finally starting to tired of being a Sora look-a-like there, Vantias?

Vantias: (Shrugs) Eh. That's one of reasons. I just felt like experimenting on a few different hairstyles, see where it takes me from here and junk.

Namine: Ooh! (Smiles Excitedly) Can the girls and I pleeease do your hair someday this month?~ I promise you won't regret it.

Vantias: Go nuts. Just don't make it lame or too girly, alright?

Namine: (Happily Salutes to Her Brother) You can count on us, Van-Van!~ (Turns to Ventus) You too, Venny!

Ventus: (Lowers his Phone Down While Turning Towards Namine Beside Him) Huh?

Namine: I wanna try and style up your hair too. I'm afraid it's long overdue.

Ventus: What's wrong with the one I got?

Vantias: Dude, you and Roxas have been looking like siamese twins for the longest now. Don't you think it'd time for a new look already?

Ventus: I mean.....I would agree with you there, but Roxas did say that we would get a few things out of it if we keep this whole twin charade any longer, so......

Vantias: (Raised an Eyebrow) You're really gonna trust the words of an amateur troublemaker?

Ventus: (Rolls his Eyes) Says the literal embodiment of darkness......

Vantias: Hey. I aleady mellowed out my darkness bullshit ages ago.

Ventus: Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact that you're a prick.

Vantias: (Shrugs Whike Smirking Smugly) What can I say? I take pride in what I do.

Ventus: Realllly don't think that's anything to be proud of.......

Vantias: Bold of you to think otherwise.

Namine: ('Sigh') Boys, please. Today's a Saturday, no fighting. (Immediately Gives Vantias a Pouty Look on her Face) And what did I JUST say about you cursing, mister!?~

Vantias: Hey, I can't control what my mouth will say forever, ya know? And it'll only be a matter of time when you start doing it too.

Ventus: (Continues Looking Things Up on his Phone) You know, it would be pretty crazy to hear her curse for the first time...

Namine: (Eyes Begins to Widened Before Quickly Turning Away While Crossing her Arms) W-Well I'll just have to make sure that will never happen.

Vantias: I always admire your determination, Namine. (Starts Smirking Again) I'll give you two days tops.

Namine: ('GASPS') Two days!? (Starts Glaring at Vantias in an Adorable Fashion) Have more faith in my than that, Vantias! I wanted to be a month!

Vantias: I dunno......Two days seem like enough for me.

Namine: NOT FOR ME!~

Ventus: (Notices Something on his Phone) Huh. So these are the three new pokemon starters everyone's been talking about.....

Namine: (Gasps Once More as Her Eyes Begins to Glow in Excitement) Three new pokemon starters? I wanna see!~

Ventus shows the duo a picture of a green kitten, a red-orange baby crocodile, and a blue duckling with a pompador standing in their respective spots.

Namine: (Gasps Loudly Before Placing Both of her Hands on her Cheeks While Smiling Adorably) Oh my gosh, they look so adorable!~

Vantias: As expected. (Looks Back Up to Ventus) You think all of them would look cooler once they evolve?

Ventus: Probably. But if I have to choose my favorite out of the three, I'll pick Sprigatito. It's green and cute. Even more so than Chirithy...... D-Don't tell him I said that.

Vantias: I'll choose the apple looking baby croc. He looks cute now, but I have a feeling he'll be the most intimidating out of the bunch after a few levels.

Namine: (Smiles Brightly) Then I shall choose the blue duckling and raise him as my own!~

Ventus: Becoming a mother hen already?

Namine: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. How could I not? (Looks Back at the Picture of Qualxy) He deserves all the love and care in the world. And I'll do everything in my power to protect him. (Smile Turns into a Dark In Intimidating One as She Starts Cracking her Knuckles) By any needs necessary.

Vantias: (Shivers in a Bit of Fear Along With Ventus) Yeesh....Namine, you have to be the most intimidating cinnamon roll I have ever met.

??????: Ventus.

Ventus looks up before his eyes widened in fear at the sight of Chirithy looking down at with a dark look on his face.

Chirithy: What is this I hear about you saying that green alley cat is cuter than me?

Ventus: Make that the second most intimidating........('Gulp')

Chirithy: Answer the damn question, Ventus!

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#kingdom hearts #vantias #ventus #namine #chirithy #wayfinder family #new pokemon starters #humor #adorable sibling moment #fluff #grass cat is cuter than a talking dream eater confirmed

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cowboyjen68 · 2 years

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Is it alright if I ask you something about relationships with yourself and with one's parents? I basically don't really trust my parents anymore and share only the need-to-know details of my life with them, and I don't know what to do with that, both with them and myself. I still want a better relationship with them in my life in some future, but I consciously trained myself out of sharing things with them in middle school so they'd have less ammo against me. I'm in university now, I think they love and dislike me, as evidenced from when my dad tells me I'm the reason he's never going to be able to retire and my mom gets offended on his behalf when I tell her that him telling me how I'm going to die, upsets me. I know I'm lucky to be getting higher level education from a good college, they pay for everything, but I can't really find it in myself these days to really care about them. Childhood memories of all the ways they let me down only add to that emotional mess (not like petty things, but like how they never bothered to check in on me after I let them know my brothers exposed me to rape porn via my reading tablet, and my parents made them apologize for only the first time they did it).

I feel stuck as a mass of all those bad thought patterns, habits, and experiences. I can't tell if I've trapped myself in my head, or if this is me processing and troubleshooting... for the nth year in a row. I keep ghosting my parents' calls and messages to the point where anyone would be worried. I've long stopped trusting anything nice they say about me because it feels hollow. I have trouble focusing every time this baggage pops up again, it honestly sabotages my education at times. I feel like some awful, selfish, arrogant yuppie draining her late-50s parents in every way possible for a motley of "crimes," some from a decade ago. Obviously I'm still trying to do well and make myself better at asking for help, but I don't know what else to do, aside from either 1) using up my friends' energy with this and/or 2)trying my luck at finding a good shrink to dump all this on (sorry abt this btw, I know it's a lot). Even talking to my mom about dad's "you're going to die in x y z ways" made him mad at me for 2 weeks (and he gave me a mostly-silent treatment, which was nice, but still)

I can answer this as 53 year old parent of grown and teen kids. (16, 22, 24, 24 and almost 25). Many parents often dislike their kids and still love them. We are humans and sometimes my kids make me NUTS.

Something rarely spoken about, even in parent support groups, it the resentment or anger even the best parent is capable of feeling towards their kids because of stress. Money, emotional, time.. all of it and we are never really prepared for the amount of worry, hardships and hard work even the best kids can cause. BUT the other fact is, as parents, there is a time and place to vent and AT our kids is NOT it.

Of course as they get older and grow up it is okay to have appropriate conversations with our kids. When my youngest was little and wanted to eat out the answer might be, "let's make something together" or "mom is saving her money for a rainy day". Now that she is older it is ok if I say "budget is tight this month, I can't afford to take us out". She is old enough to understand that it is responsible to pay the electric bill and not go to The Sushi House.

Sadly, I have seen many parents who don't have this grasp on age appropriate conversations and cause their child undo stress that the child can do NOTHING about, nor is it the child's fault in any way. I have also seen parents think it is funny or "tradition" to tell their kids somethings that cause undo harm to their mental health. Like your dad talking about your death.

When they ignore your exposure to porn that could have been misunderstanding at how dangerous or distressing it was to you. Laziness, or a lack of ability to know what to do so they did nothing. It could be fear of their other kids (your brother) getting in severe trouble or it could be they are just shitty people and figured it wasn't worth any effort, what is done is done. Any of these reasons equal shitty parenting.

Sometimes parents are mentally ill, sometimes they are just assholes and the two can definitely cross over. I am very sorry your parents do not have the ability to understand that filtering to the child that relies on them is so important. Monetary support is great and important, a roof over the head, food, water, heat then bigger things like cars and education can all be part of a parents job. But just as important is emotional confidence and safety.

Check on your campus for therapy options. Many offer free counseling services. You don't need a Psychiatrist because likely you don't need medication, you need someone to listen and help you walk through all you are dealing with. Parental inflicted emotional damage is super hard.

Also, check with your college about scholarships and financial aid, siting the idea that your parental support might be in danger. They don't need to know details. Getting financial backing will ease your dad's burden, but also loosen a tether you parents have to your independence.

Buckle down in college. Get a part time job, get involved in clubs that pad your resume. Form relationships with professors, grad student and other people who can help you with adult advice and direction to head to independence sooner rather than later.

Spend your time and effort enhancing your friendships and while speaking with them is okay, do be aware they are not therapists and might feel over burdened with too much distress on your part. That is what a therapist is for, find one and spill your beans to her.

Set boundaries with your parents. If you have a job, are in clubs you can use that to your advantage. Plan one night a week for a phone call with them and explain that you are working very hard in class and outside to get all you can out of the education they are providing you. Then you can limit contact with them but still keep communication open. all in the name of doing right by them.

As far as speaking to your mom about your dad's behavior, women are sort of conditioned to "support their man" and they may do that even at the expense of her child so that is a dead end in many cases, like yours.

Work on independence! Use the resources your college has for therapy, work programs, community resources like therapy, support groups, even tutors to help you. Many colleges have financial counselors to help students budget and plan and many also have job networks to connect to. Use any and all of these to get you on a path that will lead you from your parents.

You will find that once you are taking care of yourself you can set the right boundaries and maybe have better luck forming a healthy relationship with your mom and dad. People tend to communicate better when the balance of power is even. IF, once you are on your own they they clearly don't want to work on things.. there is your answer. You can take their actions of inaction to fix the relationship as closure and move on.

My Dm's are always open. I hope this helps you and at least, at the very least, lets you know that NONE of this (your parents actions) are your fault and you deserved better.

#parenting #parents can be shitty people #therapy

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