#hell yeah these rule

[what-the-floofin]

Honestly I think way too much about my cervitaurs at all times so have this compilation of Notes about them

#dnd #dnd art #centaurs #cervitaur #floof in dnd #its ART #accept all these NAKEY taurs for this #they're furred all over anyway lmao #it's not a full comprehensive shebang - with like ALL markings and whatnot - that'd be too much #but some obvious points of interest hell yeah #I make my own rules to follow and it is fun #i dont know how tumblr sizes things anymore but open image in new tab is always our friend - be free

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Don't talk to me or my son ever again.

The thought of zim holding gir like a toddler has lived in my head for a long time now. I had to put it on paper.

#what happened to zims cunty waist? #we'll never know #cut to mrs bitters looking suspiciously more like violet chachki #she took the burden sdkjhfjkfghjk #anyway this is probably very ooc #but it's not. #it's not to me. #Anyway I used this fountain pen and UHHHHH I THINK INKING MIGHT BE MY NEW THING?!?!?!? #I was surprised by how fun it was #invader zim #zim #dib #dib membrane #invader zim fanart #gir #i definitely like drawing robo gir more #still figuring out the fursuit face :') #inktober #HELL YEAH!!! i inked something???? in october!!! I make the rules

[sunderwight]

Thinking about the weird camaraderie that exists between demons but not angels in GO.

Have we ever seen two angels who are actually friends? Or even friendly to one another? We have met angels with a capacity to be friendly in general, but I think the closest we've come to two angels actually getting along would be Gabriel making a point to laugh at Sandalphon's terrible "can't have a war without War" line in S1.

Most scenes between the angels actually seem to have an undercurrent of absolute hostility. Teeth-clenched teamwork. No wonder it took them so long to notice that Aziraphale wasn't on the same page as the rest of them! The rest of them are barely on the same page as one another, either! When Gabriel goes against the majority vote, no one bats an eye at demoting him and wiping his memory. Michael and Uriel immediately begin vying for his job. The only times we've seen angels team up is when they're working together to bully someone else, like when they're trying to intimidate Aziraphale in S1 or going to the aftermath of the bookshop raid in S2.

Saraqael's overall neutrality towards Muriel is the closest we get to two angels in Heaven getting along, and it's more a lack of hostility than any kind of friendliness. At least until Gabriel loses his memories and Muriel shows up to spy on Aziraphale, and Aziraphale decides to be kind to both of them.

Demons, on the other hand, actually seem to form alliances and even friendships among one another. Hastur and Ligur are awful, but Hastur seems genuinely distraught over Ligur's death, not just fearful of suffering the same fate. Shax and Furfur conspire together and even though the 1940's investigation into Crowley's fraternizing doesn't work out for Furfur, it's not due to any double-crossing on Shax's part. Unlike the angels, who stick almost exclusively to making threats until the Metatron decides to try dangling a carrot at the end of the season, demons actually offer rewards to other demons when trying to work together. Beelzebub offers Crowley a promotion if he can bring them Gabriel, Furfur offers to back Shax up politically if she goes for the Duke position opening, and Crowley successfully stalls Hastur in S1 by pretending everything was a test and he's going to be put in charge of a legion as a reward for passing. They're still not great at socializing, but they're significantly ahead of the angels.

Of course, it's a fact that demons are awful to one another (Eric's treatment is really bad, they throw that random demon into holy water just to test it, "it'd be a funny world if demons went around trusting one another", etc) but they still seem more capable of forming friendships than the angels do.

I think that's because Hell cramps and crowds everyone together to try and increase their suffering and hostility, whereas Heaven isolates angels to decrease the odds of questioning or rebellion. Hell's methods are unpleasant, but it still ends up putting demons together, and some of those demons inevitably forge alliances and make friendships. Because as Crowley and Beelzebub demonstrate, demons are still social creatures with the capacity for love and affection, even if it's strongly discouraged and buried under nine million layers of trauma and a cultural mandate against kindness.

Angels are the same, but isolation makes is harder to form connections than overcrowding. Muriel and Jimbriel are both so eager to make friends, but Muriel's spent the past millennia shut in an empty office, and Gabriel has been distanced from his peers both through his position and also through Heaven's culture of fear and surveillance. He only breaks away from it when he finds something that's stronger than "choosing sides" (stronger than the fear of being rejected by Heaven and Falling, in fact strong enough that Falling seems worth it if he gets to be with someone he loves). Both Muriel and Gabriel are only able to start forming connections when they're away from Heaven.

I just think it's interesting that demons, despite being supposedly devoid of love, have an advantage in forming relationships compared to angels. Angels are supposed to love, but have far fewer opportunities to actually do so. Demons aren't supposed to love, but they make connections anyway.

#good omens #ineffable bureaucracy #both angels and demons are suckers for a bit of kindness too #even if they pretend otherwise and even if there are exceptions to the rule #like yeah you're probably not gonna win over the likes of hastur or michael with a nicety #but according to word of god furfur would be highly susceptible to a kind word #and well we see how it is with muriel and jim #i think this is why shax also weirdly toes the line between getting crowley destroyed and being almost-friends with him #that's just how it works in hell when you don't actually despise somebody #you can't be nice to them but you're still also kind of helpful and non-hostile a lot #don't let it interfere with your goals but sure deliver their mail and get their help with your boiler issues why not #maggie took the wrong approach to confronting the demons #if she'd been nice instead of telling them off they wouldn't have known how to handle it i bet #they're USED to being mocked and yelled at #should have given them jim's tray of canapes and offered them tea and stuff #not that I expect anyone to intuit that under the circumstances just that it might have actually held them off a lot longer #bunch of demons sitting outside of a bookshop passing around a tray of tiny little dinners and listening to records playing from inside

[go-see-a-starwar]

Hayden Christensen and Katee Sackhoff attend the Hulu on Disney+ Plus celebration. April 5, 2024

#oh hell yeah #a joint slay #suddenly have a mighty need for a project with these two #that would rule so hard #hayden christensen #katee sackhoff #I almost tagged this ‘two Canadian badasses’ but katee’s not Canadian #just Canada adjacent (grew up in PNW and filmed a lot in Canada) #anakin skywalker #bo katan kryze #Disney+ #events

[hakucho-art]

I wanted a fluffy Touken The Kiss version so I made one <3

#tg #ken kaneki #touka kirishima #touken #tokyo ghoul #haku's art #kanetou #that was fun #until the end #the end wasn’t fun but otherwise hell yeah #famous painting redraws rule

[inkskinned]

Genuine question, because I don't know a lot about the topic and you're:

If someone identifies as non-binary and genderfluid, which from what I've gathered means something like "human" instead of male or female, doesn't that imply that women are not humans , like whole complete people with richer inner lives? And why is a dislike for (performative) femininity combined with a preference for things that are stereotypically associated with maleness an indicator that one is genderfluid? Does that mean a woman is only a woman if she loves to do make-up, wants to be a mother, only wears skirts, dresses and high heels, shaves daily, is always kind and never angry, has long hair, hates to get dirty and so on? Because I have never met a woman who's exactly like that in my life, but plenty who liked gaming, sports, being loud, opposed to shaving & make-up, who wore pants every day.

I do not believe this is a genuine question, but I'll answer it as if it was, just in case other people have to deal with this, and would like someone who is patient enough to give them the words. The argument you're making here is something that already stems from a deep logical fallacy in the beginning argument. You assume "If you are neither A nor B, and instead C, you think that A cannot be C."

It is a logical fallacy to say "X implies Y" when it does not do so. By this logic, I also believe men are not human. By this logic, I believe only nb people are human.

Some - but not all - rectangles are squares. Some - but not all - animals are dogs. Some humans are nb.

I have given no information about how I present, nor my interests. I am not going to give you that information, because it's irrelevant. What I need you to understand is that, again, you are making the incorrect logical assumption that "If a person dislikes X and likes Y, they must be Z." For all you know, I dislike performative masculinity and like stereotypically feminine preferences.

You then assume your own statement is correct and move forward with your logic as if I had debated you. This is not a "genuine question" about how nb people work, this is assuming being nb is based on a series of preferences.

As a teacher, I do think it's important to tell you: even if this is coming from a genuinely confused place: you are conducting bad research. You begin with an inherently flawed question, as it biased and assumes a position I must defend against - "why don't you see women as people?" Then you make logical conclusions about my personhood and experiences and ask inflammatory questions as if you were debating me, which I am not interested in doing.

If you were my student, and genuinely curious about how nb people see gender, I'd have no trouble with you asking an out nb content creator. If you're really trying to collect information, ask honestly, without personal bias. Here's some examples of what a genuine question would have looked like: - Do your preferences play into your gender identity? - How has being nb informed how you see femininity and masculinity? - What tools do you use to express your gender?

You are mistaking gender expression and gender roles as being part of my identity.

You are most crucially mistaking being nonbinary as being part of the binary and having to exist "in opposition" to other genders in order for it to "make sense". One of the most freeing things about realizing I was nb is that I don't exist in opposition to anything - and also that all gender works similarly.

Gender is a describing word, and this can be confusing for some people. In general, we tend to learn describing words in binary - short/tall, old/young, kind/mean. Therefore, there are (many) people who think - feminine/masculine must be oppositional. Gender is also a feeling word - and again, these are words that can be taught in opposition to each other. Hungry/sated, happy/sad, feminine/masculine.

But because gender is such a rare type of word - feeling and describing - it exists outside of binary. It exists more like art exists.

Green can exist in opposition to red, but it also just exists as its own color. Blue is a part of green, but it is also a part of yellow - blue is still its own color, and yellow is still its own color, and green is still its own color. One painting titled "still-life with fruit" may be a series of vague colors and boxes. Another may be a hyper-realistic singular plum. They are both how the artist expresses their personal vision of the fruit. They might even be by the same artist! And although we may compare them, they are not opposites.

One song by Hozier is not in opposition to one song by Britney Spears. They are different styles, not oppositional styles. You may choose to see them as oppositional - but that is your personal opinion, and not fact. And some people may feel and experience those songs as being actually incredibly in-line with each other.

This is why we say: gender is a spectrum. That all gender roles are made up. Personality, interests, and experiences may shape how someone sees and feels their gender, but it does not define how they see and feel their gender.

When we question gender roles and gender expression like this, it tends to make people upset. People like me tend to make people upset. So much bigotry is based on the lie that "feminine" and "masculine" are oppositional. Opposition is rigid and important - it keeps white hegemonic structures in power. I don't have time or space in this post to talk about how rigid gender roles/enforced gender expression rules are not just sexist but also racist, classist, ableist, homophobic, and bigoted; but I really recommend you do the research on how disruption of the gender binary might put the patriarchy at risk.

The thing you feel trapped by - that "being a woman" is a complicated series of rules - is exactly the kind of thing a nonbinary person would agree with you about. We have to fight hard to be recognized for what is a basic truth about our identity - of course we don't believe that gender expression is equivalent to gender identity.

And truth be told... I think you kind of knew that. I think you kind of knew all of this. I am going to hope that you are young. I'll tell you this: I was raised by someone who was a far-right extremist catholic asshole. I certainly didn't have the research/knowledge/exposure to interrogate this stuff honestly until I was probably 23.

I am so much happier now. I hope one day you get the same opportunities as I had. I hope you choose to move away from bigotry.

love u anyway. all this in kindness only.

#to be deleted #do i accidentally give my short lesson on gender here? yeah #<3 in this u can tell exactly the age that i taught for 15 years lmao #but also like. #yeah you got me.... i have never met a woman before and i totally think women are only fembots #meanwhile every person who has ever read my writing: #every 3rd week this bitch is on her bullshit about how unfair gender rules for women are #this is actually more to help other nb people whom i KNOW get questions like this #than it is to inform the anon #who like v clearly is not doing this in good faith #this is just like the 10th one i got like this #that first logical jump of - you think ur not male or female but human so therefore #women aren't people #was just SO wild .... like #yeah!!! that's totally a normal thing to assume! #do you think people who are like ''well yeah im from america #but i wouldnt consider myself to be from any particular state'' #are actually saying ''i don't think states are american'' #hell when i say #im cuban but i obvi grew up in america im just the daughter of an immigrant #nobody is like -- well. raquel. that means u think no americans live in cuba huh #anyway love u bye #okay to reblog #!! #love u

[isbergillustration]

Do You Think There Is Anything Of Me Left?

#acrylic painting #colour pencil #painting #portrait #illustration #artists on tumblr #my art #more story development in painting form #yes her eyes don't match don't question it symmetry is for losers #actually putting this in the og tags too; rewatched Constantine recently and saw the way they signify demons by giving them tapetum lucidum #and thought oh hell yeah that rules and I'm stealing it forever #not that this chick is a demon she's something but not a demon #but gold pupils forever statement ends

[timidtresleches]

Headcanons Time: Postal Dude and which ones get pegged lmao.

CW: obviously not sfw content. Can you guess what sort

P1: does not get pegged. Man is too paranoid to accept a foreign object up his ass sorry. Extends to possibly being too paranoid for sex in general if I'm being realistic and not whimsically in love lol. IF I CAN BE WHIMSICAL THO he can get pegged if you've been with him for like a good few years. Takes a LONG time to get used to it enough to enjoy it WHICH HE DOES if he gets past the nerves.

P2: yes x3 because not only does he get pegged by those with a strap and bonked by those with the real thing, but also pegs himself and by that I mean he jerks off with a dildo often instead of just using his hand. Who is he to deny an efficient jerk-off method.

P3: refuses to be pegged by a lady bc that's gay but also is okay with guy fucking him because, and I quote, "a dollar is a dollar!" Realistically would love it from any Gender though but this guy is just "internalized misogyny/homophobia" within a not-straight man.

P4: same as p2 except he gets more dick/strap. Body count is way higher for peepaw.

Brain Damaged: too busy arguing about it with Other Dude to actually get pegged

Movie Dude: gets exclusively pegged (/lhj but probably prefers receiving/bottoming in general).

Shtopor: everyday. Probably pegs as well (Trans shtopor ftw)

#not sfw #postal #postal dude #postal 1 #postal 2 #postal 3 #postal 4 #postal brain damaged #postal movie #shtopor #corkscrew rules #postal dude x reader #hell yeah #headcanons #this post came to me in a dream i had to make it real

[saturdaynightghostclub]

Donnie MacClain, Wizard of Time

Summer in Chicago is a complete beast. A sprawling, sweating, heaving beast that sits on your chest and laughs if you so much as try to breathe. Really, the air is so thick you swear to god you could cut it with a knife. Why does anyone live here?

Such are your thoughts as you trudge home from the grocery store, where you foolishly thought it would be a good idea to walk at the peak of this July afternoon. Okay, so maybe it was less of a “choice” and more of a “completely preventable car malfunction” that led you here, but whatever. Next time you let your gas tank fall below empty, you’ll remember this—the unbearable heat, the humidity—I mean, god, you look like you could give Axl Rose a run for his money. Are there really women whose hair stays perfectly styled in this kind of weather? If there are, you’d like to meet them. To congratulate them or take them down in a fist fight, you haven’t decided.

Your backpack, filled to the brim with cold beer and produce, provides a little relief against your flushed skin as you approach your apartment building. You shudder at the prospect of climbing the five flights of stairs to your place; the landlord has been dragging his feet about fixing the elevator for six months, and while it wasn’t so bad in the spring, the old building’s lack of airflow makes it damn near unbearable any time the temperature outside reaches above 80°. So you sit. Just for a minute, on the bottom step. Just until that feverish misery fades. Donnie will be home by now, singing in the shower after photographing the Cubs’ day game against the Brewers. Probably Breakfast at Tiffany’s, if you had to guess; he heard it on the radio three weeks ago and has proceeded to butcher the lyrics any time the opportunity has presented itself since. You think he does it just to see you scrunch up your nose and pretend to be annoyed. And who are you to deny him that simple pleasure? You stand, too stiff for your twenty-odd years, and begin the steep climb up to the apartment you share.

Approaching your door, you notice that the air is noticeably lacking a certain tone-deaf performance. Maybe you’ve beat him home, you think briefly, turning your key in the lock with what feels like the last of your strength. You really need to be better about putting gas in your car. You stumble over something—a dirty white sneaker, men’s size 11.5–before you’re able to set down your groceries. Donnie’s not exactly a neat freak, but he’s usually kind enough not to leave a trail of destruction in his wake. You look around as you begin putting your dinner ingredients in order; he’s not in the main living space, and you don’t hear the shower running. So what, he was just raptured out of his shoes? You sigh in exasperation, knowing your annoyance will evaporate as soon as he locks those big brown eyes on you.

Six pack in the fridge, ice cream in the freezer (you couldn’t resist), bread on the counter, boyfriend nowhere to be seen. You hum softly to yourself—Breakfast at Tiffany’s, what else?—and begin chopping vegetables for a salad, accompanied only by the geriatric whirr of the box fan Donnie haphazardly installed in your living room window. It’s held to the windowsill with bungee cords, which gives you heart palpitations if you think about it for too long; you can practically hear Donnie placating you, relax, baby, your man’s a pro, and you smile to yourself in spite of the spiking anxiety in your chest. You’ve been threatening to call his father roughly once a week to fix it, but you both know you won’t. Really, the thing could come down any day now.

Lost in thought, you hardly register Donnie’s footsteps behind you. If it wasn’t for that one creaky floorboard—it’s bent up on one end and prone to tripping unsuspecting guests—you might not have heard him at all.

“Did you even untie those shoes before you kicked them into the doorway?” You ask without turning, a smile in your voice. In response, Donnie slides one arm around your waist, his chest rising and falling against your back. His free hand lifts your hair from the back of your neck, exposing your skin for him to press his lips against. You breathe in, reveling in the scent of his skin. Heat, sunscreen, and the aftershave he insists on buying despite the fact that he can’t grow a beard. You let one hand wander behind you, behind him, into his hair as he lowers his forehead onto your shoulder. He exhales, breath shuddering ever so slightly, and pulls you closer against him.

“Hi, angel,” he murmurs into your skin. His voice is exhausted. Disregarding the fact that he didn’t answer your question, you dislodge yourself gently from his arms to turn and face him. Donnie’s smiling, but without his usual energy the effect is more unnerving than anything. You place your hands on his face, raising an eyebrow as if to ask what’s wrong. Like a magnet, the boy has re-attached himself to you, hands sliding from your hips to your back. He shakes his head, his hair brushing your face gently as he lowers his gaze to yours. “I’m alright,” he says, “long day. I missed you.”

“It’s been, like, six hours,” you tease, smiling up at him so that your lips nearly touch.

“Five and a half,” he says, “just complete agony. How in god’s name did we do this before we lived together?”

A light breeze pours through the open window then, and you gasp at the fleeting relief it provides you. “I don’t know,” you reply before kissing him sweetly on the lips, “it must have been harder than I remember.”

“Mhmm,” he hums, pulling you into a bear hug, “you were worth it, though.”

“Cornball.”

“You chose this.”

“You’ve got me there.”

You stand like that for a moment longer, letting the heat of his body envelop you until you can’t take it anymore. When you pull away, you think for a split second that you know exactly what Donnie will look like in forty years, when his smile lines have deepened and his hair has gone gray. You know with absolute certainty that he’ll always hold you like this, this tightly, age and frailty be damned. It makes your heart ache, and you remind yourself that neither of you is even thirty. It’s hard not to resent the job he loves so much, the one that turns him into a little kid again, for keeping him from you for days at a time. But then, there’s that love. You can’t begrudge him that love, not when he bounds through the door after a week away and takes you in his arms so tightly you think you might pass out, not when he slides into your bed in the little hours with whispered apologies and feather-light kisses, and certainly not now, when his exhaustion renders him all but speechless and his soft eyes bore into yours with an expression that makes you seasick.

“Donnie, I love you,” you say suddenly. You say it often, with varying degrees of intensity, but you’ve seldom felt so utterly compelled to make your feelings known as you do now, in your kitchen, over the drone of the box fan.

“I know, baby,” he grins—there it is—“I love you too.”

Good, you think, now he knows. Now I can chop vegetables in peace. You nod toward the kitchen counter, indicating for Donnie to sit at one of your thrifted bar stools while you cook. He shakes his head, still grinning. You think one of your boyfriend’s greatest pleasures in life might be getting in your way when you’re trying to cook. Second only to cooking meals himself, which is somehow an even more chaotic affair. Somehow his chaos brings you comfort, though, so you shrug and say “Suit yourself. Stay away from my knife, though.”

Sometimes you get vertigo when you look at Donnie. It’s hard to believe you’ve only been together two years; he has a way of bending time to his will. Each time he takes your sleeve between his fingers, kisses you goodbye, rests his head on your shoulder, you’re two years younger and lit up with butterflies. Then, in the next moment, he’s pulling you into his chest in the dark and you know instinctively that his soul and yours have been in conversation for a long, long time. Now, standing beside him with your hip pressed against his, you’re exactly as you are: young and dumb and in love.

#toady talkin #yeah sorry this is not what i wanted to write #but there’s always next time #formatting is hell and dialogue rules are fake #and ending a short story is impossible #enjoy!

[cream-and-tea]

[IDS IN ALT]

teenagers scare! the livin shit outta me!! (aka a pallas and agnes art dump. bc in case you can’t tell i don’t think about anything else.)

#consider this the art equivalent of that super long excerpt i posted lol #me drawing the same two characters standing against coloured blocks again: oh hell yeah this is great this rules #anyways have you guys considered uhhhhhhh. them. the two of them in fact. pallas and agnes. like from lay me down. those guys. #have u thought about them. bc OH BOY I SURE HAVE. #(<- rendered inconsolable by characters from her own book) #wip: ghost story #creme does an art #pallas and agnes #tw blood #tw eyestrain

[tricoufamily]

no ok we finished episode 2 what they have done to katara is unforgivable. they have completed zapped every ounce of her personality away. why. why. look how they massacred my girl

#i haven't even GOTTEN to azula mai and ty lee i'm scared #why the hell they're even IN season 1 is beyond me but whatever #i cannot fucking believe the amount of exposition dumping. did a 10 year old write this #this actually would be a very good lesson for young beginner writers actually #if someone's like 'i don't really get the show don't tell rule' show them this. then show them the cartoon. THAT is show don't tell #all. they. do. is. TELL. it's INSANE #zuko is the best actor at least but that's kind of like winning a game of chess against a broom #it's statistically impossible that they could only find ONE actor who can deliver a line competently. it's impossible #i delivered better lines pretending to earth bend w my sister at age 7 #i'm so confused about katara though. #like yeah the 'sokka can't be sexist that's problematic (that was the entire point)' is stupid #but that is at least AN explanation for why he's different. why on earth would you make katara like that #i can't even make an ember island players joke. at least their katara showed emotion??? #really fun hate watch to do w other avatar fans 10/10 recommend #when gran gran started saying the intro and it was so awkward jdskfjdsfldsjfslkfjlkfs i was LOSING IT

[rainymoodlet]

Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Ep. 16] The Beach Episode Spa Arc

[ Part 7.5 of 15 ] 🌹

@anarchosimdicalist @mattodore @morrigan-sims

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #ivor korrapati by anarchosimdicalist #julian vance by mattodore #julien west by morrigan-sims #|| #ohhh.... #... so he was jealous OF daniel... not jealous OVER him... #RIVER MORRI I’M SORRY IT HAPPENED WHILE I WAS TECHNICALLY FILMING AND IT I CAN’T THE RULES— #i am actively losing my mind over this and dont y’all worry if these seems random as all hell there’s summary posts to come bUT UH #YEAH??? #i’m sat…

[mumblesplash]

recently started watching shogun and i think it’s probably a good show However my misunderstandings-obsessed ass is so enamored with the language barrier i won’t know for sure if i like anything else about it until that british guy learns japanese

#EVERY time there is a misconception exacerbated by cultural differences im like OH HELL YEAH #nothing else has particularly caught my attention #i'm not even sure what's going on or what any of the characters' motives are #but goddamn it rules when they say stuff and need a translator #especially when the translator lies #and if there's no translator/they have to come up with clever ways AROUND the language barrier and reach understandings anyway #fuckin love that shit #mumbling

[rainofthetwilight]

YEAH YEAH WON A PRIZE AT SCHOOL TODAY LETS GOOOOOOO

#levi's school shenanigans #not ninjago #its this weird ass looking portable rgb lighting speaker!!!! some kind of cylinded thing (check the notes i put pics of it there) #i havent had one before and i havent tried it yet #idk what ill do with it but it was one of the huge prizes #(theres this competetion happening at school i cant quite explain) #my brother won last time and got money lmao #now he got earphones #and i won and got a fuckin SPEAKER #the people who got the flashes were so disappointed lmao #i swear when i tell u i screamed when i got it handed over #big prize is a hell yeah #and plus we're going on a school trip to and the people that got prizes are part of it #so yeah if i keep going with the competition rules i might go #last time i didnt and my brother was gonna go but the trip was delayed #it was only prizes #so fuck yeah we might go together

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

So you know how in stories kids will hide the creature they found from their parents? Like “gotta hide and disguise the alien or mom will ground us!” Or “quick lil fairy, hide! We can’t let dad see you” Or “mom will freak out if she found out I was friends with a giant robot!” Etc etc. And I understand that it’s from the fear of getting in trouble over the littlest of things (god I can relate to that) but also if I had kids and found out they were hiding a whole ass person or mystical creature or giant or alien I’d be upset that they hid them from me but I would be SOOOOO excited to meet them. Like: “Hey son, I found an alien in your room. Are they your friend? Why haven’t you introduced me to them yet?” Or “You’ve been hiding a giant robot??? And you didn’t think I’d want to meet him?!?!?!? This is the best thing EVER!!” Or “sweetie…your telling me magic exists and you’ve known about it for a week now? This is awesome. Yes I’ll keep her a secret don’t worry, a friend of yours is a friend of mine.” Etc etc. just really supportive about this new wild friend they have. Imagine that though, imagine having a parent who would be chill about finding out about that you made friends with an alien, monster, superhero, robot, etc. I think that would be nice and I’d be that parent.

#10 points for anyone who can guess the exact movies I was thinking about when writing the examples haha! #it should be easy tbh…well maybe lol #yeah it gets rid of the parent finds out and you’re in trouble trope but damn it #I want some supportive parents out there okay #but like imagine that though #hell yeah your demon friend can stay over for the night as long as they follow the house rules #oh you found a dragon and it’s your pal now? alrighty what do they like to eat? #I’m just saying #movie #tropes #alien #robot #fairy #parents #spouting off nonsense #trope #movie tropes #thought #thoughts #etc etc

[scrapnick]

Being an adult fucking rules, I love smoking ciggies with my aunties behind the house !!!

#family gatherings rule when you’re a grown up like hell yeah uncle Monty hit me with another cold one #scraps.txt