#like we all learned in kindy

[tbosasgunsandroses]

snowjanus week: ‘literature’

#art by mod coryo #snowjanus week #snowjanusweek2 #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #snowjanus #i hope this is close enough to the prompt #admittedly i wanted another excuse to draw wee snowjanus pookies #and yes i know they didn’t know each other at this point in the timeline #but i couldn’t resist #i would also be heartbroken if all of my beloved books went into the fire #poor ickle coryo #if ickle sejamjams was there you know he’d pick up on how sad coryo got whenever the topic of books came up #and he would try to be a good friend #and share his things #like we all learned in kindy #what a good boy ffs

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: things are picking up now xx

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and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

Waking up on a Friday was also the toughest thing to do. At least, it had become an issue ever since Sadie realised that the 5th day of the week usually meant the last one at kindie before she got to spend the next two days at home. In fewer words, the two year old had learned the concept of a regular working week which is a feat considering her father blatantly disregards the sanctity of a Monday to Friday work week in favour of a messier approach. Y/N was almost sure his motto was screw work-life balance; nevertheless, Sadie made it incredibly hard to bathe and dress with all her excitement with what to do over the weekend, specially since Steve was around.

She finished brushing and braiding Sadie's hair, straightening her uniform so she wouldn't get yet another passive aggressive note from the PTA mums complaining about tidy uniforms - as if it was possible to get a 2 year old to be tidy. The two went downstairs with Sadie running to the breakfast table once she saw some donuts laying around which she was sure to only eat the pink icing of and hand Y/N or Bucky the donut itself.

There was something ... off. Bucky was silently buttering a slice of toast and Steve was staring into the further wall which Y/N knew was not that interesting.

- Who died? - Y/N asked as she sat down.

- It's Friday morning, Y/N. Sorry if we're not singing Kumbaya my lord. - Bucky replied, taking a bite of his toast.

- Thank god, you can't hold a tune. - Y/N smirked, helping Sadie place a napkin on her lap. - We're gonna need to get Sadie a new uniform, by the way.

- A new one? - Bucky looked up from his plate. - Swear we bought her that one a few months ago.

- We need to get the winter uniform. She doesn't fit the one from last year and it's starting to get chilly.

- Take the AMEX and buy it today. - Bucky fished through his wallet before handing Y/N the gold card. - Oh, get her one of those lunchbox thingies. I saw some kids with them the other day.

- Hm, now describe such lunchbox thingie, Sergeant.

- What do you mean? The thingies the kids carry along with their lunchbox for soup or water. The round thing.

- A thermos? Why would Sadie need a thermos?

- Yeah Bucky, she's a 2 year old not a college student. - Steve said, handing Sadie a donut. - She doesn't need one.

- Y/N get her one. Get one for yourself too, you eat soup right?

- I have a thermos, thank you.

Sadie, as expected, ate the sprinkles and frosting off the donut and handed the half eaten donut to Y/N. She excused her from the table, kissing the top of her head and sending her on her merry way to wash her hands and get her backpack, leaving Y/N to bring the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Bucky followed behind like a puppy, carrying some leftover pastries and fruit to put in the fridge before they ended up with fruit flies.

- Are you going to Columbia today? - he said, opening the fridge nonchalantly.

- No. I'm going to come back home after dropping Sadie. I have some online meetings booked with some experts in the UK and France about some topics in my PhD and the library didn't have any available private rooms.

- I'll ask Steve to come down with me to the office then.

- That's not necessary. - Y/N loaded the dishwasher with the plates, looking at Bucky, taking a very good look. He didn't look as put together as he usually did. His hair, usually wavy yet gelled into place, was messy and he wasn't wearing his suit yet. - I'll just go to my bedroom.

- You can use my office. - was he trying to get on her good graces once more? - The internet signal is better there.

- It's your office, Sergeant. I'm not gonna use it.

- I absolutely hate it when you call me Sergeant. - he shut the fridge, leaning against it. - Look ...

He sighed, his eyes not meeting hers.

- I'm sorry. - those words came from his lips very slowly, as if it pained to say them and if Bucky were being honest it pained him to say them. Bucky wasn't sorry but that didn't mean he wanted Y/N to hate him forever. - It's not my place to interfere with your relationship.

- I know. - she shrugged. - If you think your opinion of my love life interferes with it in any way, you're wrong.

- I'm just trying to look out for you. There's a lot of wolves in New York.

- I'm not a country bumpkin, Sergeant. I know how to look after myself.

- So ... are you and Chris Davis dating then?

- That it none of your business, Sergeant.

- It actually is. - he smirked. - You see, you are my employee, he is my employee which means if two of my employees are dating they should tell HR.

- You're not HR, you're the CEO.

- Maybe I multitask, how about that?

- That would be illegal and a conflict of interests, Sergeant. Besides, why are you so interested in my relationship? Are you bored of yours?

- He's just not the type of guy I would picture you with.

Of course not. Bucky had always considered Y/N would end up with someone ambitious, someone who'd crawl and give blood, sweat and tears to get what they wanted. Chris Davis, although not a complete dunce, was not that. He was smart but he wasn't innovative - what he was good at was packaging old ideals to newer audiences. He didn't come up with new marketing ideas, nothing that hadn't been done and when he did it was usually under the guide of an executive. He wasn't his worse employee but he also wasn't his best and Bucky wanted Y/N to have the best.

- Clearly. - Y/N dried her hands. - As if you have a good track record of relationships.

- Is this about Anna? Are you still pissed off because of Anna?

- You can't treat people like crap and then expect them to forgive you.

- I know but you have to understand that me and Anna ...

- You are a father first, Sergeant. You can't potentially hurt your child because you're so blinded by this stupid notion of "a real family". You and Sadie are a real family, you don't need Anna and you can't force her. If Sadie was any older she could've gotten very hurt.

- I know but if it had gone well ...

- Bucky. - Y/N interrupted him. She didn't want to be mean, she didn't want to be hateful about a woman she'd never met, specially the woman who birthed Sadie. - If you think the woman who left a baby in front of your door and has never attempted contact would suddenly change your mind, you're naive.

- You wanna know what's funny? - he moved away from the fridge to get closer to her.

Y/N almost took a step back. She didn't like being close to Bucky, it was always weird for her. Bucky, despite being her boss, was an attractive man, an attractive and imposing figure and she sometimes would find herself divided between fear of what he would say and fear of what she usually did at night when she thought of him.

- I don't think anything is funny about that situation.

- Anna would've liked you. - he said before turning around, almost happy that he'd gotten her a bit speechless for a while, happy he got to be the dominant one for a bit. - And you would've liked Anna.

- I doubt I'd like any woman who would willingly sleep with you.

- She didn't like any woman who would willingly sleep with me either. - Y/N rolled her eyes, not really understanding what Bucky was trying to get at. He was always like this, jumped over bad moments looking for some peaceful solitude in an off hand joke or confusing statement. - Are we gonna continue being mad at one another?

- Who said I was mad at you?

- Fine, if you're not mad then take my office upstairs for your meetings.

Before Y/N could reply something regarding his very flawed logic who wouldn't win him any debate, Sadie came walking through the kitchen, dragging her backpack through the floor and her yellow raincoat so Y/N could help her onto the plastic garment.

- Hey squid. - Bucky lowered down to her help, taking over Y/N to help Sadie into her raincoat. - Do you want a thermos?

- What? - she looked at him eyes wide, probably not knowing what a thermos even was. The red head looked at her au pair, looking for clues about what her dad was talking about. Y/N just smiled and shrugged. - Yes.

- See? Told you she wanted a thermos. - Bucky picked her up to kiss her cheek, directing his voice towards Y/N.

- She doesn't know what a thermos is, Bucky. - Y/N took Sadie from him.

(...)

When she returned from dropping Sadie off, buying her an overpriced uniform and a thermos which she would probably only use by the time she was 12, she found an empty house. Bucky had made good on his promise, leaving a note telling her Steve was with him as well as where to find the key to the office. The office was usually locked due to Sadie, according to Bucky, having almost gotten hurt. If Bucky's dramatic retelling was to be believed, when Sadie had started to walk she'd manage to get into the office and grab a stapler which she was keen on using until Bucky caught her. However knowing Bucky and knowing 2 year old Sadie who still struggled to reach the handles of doors, she reckoned he was overreacting or probably saw something similar in one of those "scare the parents" TV shows.

Nevertheless, the office/study had been locked and Y/N had never had been inside, yet once she got inside, it looked like what she expected Bucky to have as a work space. It was white, bright and minimalist with a few knickknacks from when he had been stationed in Italy and some first version novels which had undoubtedly came from his mother. His desk was deep mahogany, neatly kept with all contents at a 90 degree angle.

She moved to seat on his chair, putting her laptop on the middle of her desk and logging into Zoom. She waited for the right time, her eyes hoovering over everything in his desk from the gold pens, to the tape and the photo frames. He had a big photo of Sadie when she was a newborn followed by a few others, yet what called her attention were two gold circled frames - one with a photo of Sadie and Y/N when she had first started to work for them and one of Y/N and Sadie at Christmas.

She didn't allow herself to dwell much on it, she had meetings to get to. Besides, this was nothing big. It was just a photo of his daughter that he liked which Y/N happened to appear in. She had bigger fish to fry now than wondering about Bucky.

(...)

The work day wasn't any better for Bucky. Steve was being, well, Steve and to describe Steve is to describe someone who likes playing both sides to get to a decision which everyone is happy with. He knew he shouldn't have brought up the stuff about his wife, Steve would never try to break a relationship, heck he wouldn't even think it. Nevertheless, now Steve and Y/N were upset at him - maybe they can unionise and start a little "We hate Bucky", maybe they'll get branded thermos.

- Sergeant Barnes? - his assistant knocked on the door. She was pretty, very pretty and Bucky was almost certain they'd slept together ... almost. Yet today not even the pretty assistant could sort his mood out. - Christopher Davis wants to talk to you.

- Christopher Davis? - oh yes, the best way to make his day, seeing Chris Davis. - What does he want?

- He says it'll be a quick word, Sergeant Barnes. Should I send him in?

- 5 minutes. - he sighed, closing his laptop. Maybe making Chris Davis squirm would make his day, yet again, he was sure the "We hate Bucky" club would not enjoy that. Besides, it was hair washing tonight for Sadie and last time he tried, he had ended up inside the bathtub.

Chris Davis walked into the office, the mere sight of him ignoring Bucky. Did Y/N seriously find that attractive? He was so bland, so boring, the only interesting thing about him was that he was rich and Bucky was almost certain he only finished his PhD because his godmother is Professor Anderson. Nevertheless, here he was, taking a seat in one of the chairs of his office without even asking. This is the guy who gets to see Y/N naked? Life really is unfair.

- What do you need Davis?

- I know this will probably be crossing a line but I was wondering if you could let Y/N have the weekend off.

- What Y/N? - he cocked a brow at him.

- My Y/N.

- My daughter's au pair Y/N? - Bucky rested against his chair, looking down at the man in front of him. - Why?

- I was thinking of taking her to the new restaurant downtown but she said she was busy with Sadie. I wouldn't ask but it's really hard to get reservations and I got one and I would love to take her.

Oh, this was fun.

- Y/N has always had the weekends off. She doesn't work weekends unless she wants to, specially not this weekend which I'll spend at home. Besides, she doesn't have a fixed work schedule.

- Oh ...

- Maybe fix your communication issues with her before you come and waste my precious time, Davis. You can go now.

(...)

Having meeting after meeting had really wasted all energy Y/N had and to congratulate herself for not crying when someone suggested another alteration to her project with a thick French accent, she decided to cuddle against one of Bucky's many small yet cuddly cashmere blankets in the couch of the living room watching Gilmore Girls. She was close to snoozing off when the front door opened and closed. It could be Bucky, Steve or a burglar but she was much too tired to actually check.

- Oh, Y/N, do I have some gossip to share with you. - Bucky. It was Bucky and it was the first time she'd heard him say the word gossip. That couldn't be good.

He walked with a douchey smile to stand in front of the TV, sitting on top of the coffee table and staring at her, just waiting for her to question him on it and she was much too tired to avoid playing his game.

- What? Someone you fucked got pregnant?

- Someone came into my office asking about you. I didn't know that you were gonna be busy with Sadie this week. Isn't Steve taking her to Coney Island?

- What?

- You're using me and my kid as an excuse not to go out with Chris Davis? - he chuckled. - What? Is he a bad lay or something?

- Oh shut up!

- Small dick?

- This is highly unprofessional. - she turned around to face the couch.

- And sleeping on my couch isn't? C'mon, tell me, Y/N. Are you tired to pretend to orgasm or have you just figured out he's just bland.

- You're such a child! - she got up, folding the blankets so she could get away from her but he kept going after her. - Why don't you go pick up your daughter?

- Steve has her. I wanna know more, I thought everything was okay in the Y/N-Chris relationship. Is he one of those guys who cries when he cums? Is that it? Is he a crier?

- Why won't you shut up?

- Or maybe he can't find your clit. You know, he can barely find the copy room sometimes and that's way bigger.

- He is perfectly fine, I just don't want to hang out and I didn't want to hurt his feelings but because you can't lie to save your goddamn life I know have to go.

- He's taking you to Le Coucou, you may want to brush your hair before you go. The poor thing fought so hard to get reservations but obviously you prefer to eat buttered noodles with Sadie.

- I have been to Le Coucou.

- I know, I took you there. - he smirked. - And here I was thinking you'd soon start bringing your boyfriend around.

- I don't want to go. I'm tired, I need to wash Sadie's hair tonight and that will take time and I am not in the headspace to get ready.

- I'm sure Chris would love it if you came in with a soaked white t-shirt.

- You're a dick, Bucky.

Before Bucky could continue with his teasing about it, Y/N's phone started ringing. She grabbed it from the counter and put it up to her ear as she saw Sadie's school number. Bucky watched, mostly hoping it was Chris so he could tease her some more but as the colour drained from her face, he realised he wasn't. She put her phone down and looked at Bucky.

- We have to go. - Y/N looked overwhelmed, looking around fo something. - Sadie has appendicitis. They called an ambulance and she's going to the New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

- Shit. - Bucky rushed to grab his keys.

- Where's her toy, where's a toy? - Y/N started throwing pillows around, looking for Sadie's cuddly toy.

- Y/N, let's go.

- NO! - she screamed at him. - She's scared and when she's scared she needs her toy and I knew, I knew she was a bit off when I dropped her off and I should've known better and I ...

- Y/N. - he held her shoulders, stopping her in place. - I'll go find her toy, get the car going and drive there.

- But yo ...

- I'll get a cab. Now you go and stay with her, I'll meet you there with the cuddly toy. Go.

taglist: @talesofadragon @themermaidscales82 @winters1917 @vladsgirlxx @stinkerbelle007 @maybefoxysouls @blackwood-bodecker-housewife

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[soclonely]

Whenever you gwt a chance if you're up for it

The clones as which episode of bluey made them emotional

HELLO IT IS I. I AM BACK, AND HERE AND READY FOR SOME CLONES AS! Ironically I am watching Bluey with a group of little ones as we speak and had to hold back a few sobs a moment ago:'))

Rex- Daddy Dropoff: It's Dad's turn to get the kids ready for school and kindy, but Bluey and Bingo aren't making things easy! Dad tries to keep everything on track, but can't help playing along with their games, making them all late… again!

Echo- Camping: Bluey is on a family camping trip, where she makes a new friend, Jean-Luc. Even though Bluey and Jean-Luc don't speak the same language, they teach each other how to camp, plant trees and hunt a "wild pig"

Fives- Bike: Bluey struggles to learn how to ride her bike, but finds inspiration when she watches her friends' determination with their own tasks.

Jesse-Curry Quest: Bingo and Dad must brave a swooping magpie protecting its nest, when they go on a curry swap to Mackenzie's house through the park.

Kix- Rug Island : On Bingo and Bluey's Rug Island, a pack of felt pens can be anything: bananas, campfires, even a snake. But Dad will need to embrace his inner kid if he wants to make it his home.

Tup- Sleepytime: Bingo wants to do a Big Girl sleep. As she drifts away into a dreamy adventure with Flopsy, will Bingo make it through the night and wake up in her own bed?

Dogma-The Show: When Bingo accidentally spills Chilli's Mother's Day breakfast in bed, Bluey decides they should put on a show to make her feel better.

Hardcase- Army: Jack is the new dog at school and the newest recruit in Rusty's Army. Jack struggles with following instructions and always forgets his hat, but Rusty will make a soldier of him yet.

Coric-Bumpy and the Wise Old Wolfhound :Bingo is sick in hospital, so Bluey and her Dad make, and send her a homemade video to lift her spirits. It tells the tale of Barnicus' quest to heal her spotty dog named Bumpy.

Bly- Onesies: When Mum's sister Brandy comes over for a visit, she brings the kids onesies as a present, which has an unexpected effect on Bingo.

99- Flatpack : Bluey and Bingo turn flatpack boxes into a whole new world while Chilli and Bandit struggle to assemble the furniture itself. it is the symbolism of its final scenes that hit home as we see Bluey pretend to become a mother of her own and watch her own child head into adulthood.The show tenderly depicts her passing as she heads to a heaven-like Utopia alongside her own parents as she watched her ���daughter’ live on.

Cody- Charades: Bluey and Bingo want everyone to play Charades, but Muffin and Socks are too young to understand the rules, which threatens to derail the game. But Nana has her own special rule so everyone is happy!

Waxer/Boil- Bingo : When Bluey has a playdate at Chloe's, Bingo must learn how to play by herself. But all the games she knows need more than one person! Luckily, Dad has a problem that needs solving.

Wolffe- Stories : Indy thinks she's no good because her model horse looks like a cow, but Calypso encourages her not to give up, so she tries to fix it with a little help from Winton.

Boost/Sinker- Butterflies : Playing Butterflies in the backyard is great fun, until Bluey runs away with Judo leaving Bingo all alone. Now poor Bingo's heartbroken and Bluey needs to make it better.

Hunter- Baby Race: Mum reminisces about Bluey and Judo as babies. Bluey learnt to roll over first, but Judo was the first to crawl, so then it became a race to see who would walk first.

Wrecker- Handstand: At a party, Bingo is desperate to show off her handstand skills, while Nanna can't find a way to make herself useful. They're both feelings bit lost, until they find each other.

Tech- Mum School: Bluey plays mum to a brood of bouncy balloons, including an irrepressible floater named Greeny. But she soon discovers that mothering is much harder than she imagined.

Crosshair- Space : Mackenzie, Jack and Rusty are playing as astronauts on a mission to Mars. But during their journey, Mackenzie keeps going missing and no one knows why, not even Mackenzie.

Omega- Bin Night: Bluey, Bingo and Dad always take the bins out. Over a few weeks, Bingo tells dad about a new kid at kindy who is mean to her and Mum offers some good advice.

Howzer- The Decider: Bluey and Lucky's families get together to watch the big game!

Fox- Copycat: Bluey's having fun copying everything Dad says and does, but the game takes a serious turn when Bluey finds a hurt budgie, and they have to make an emergency trip to the vet

Gregor- Grandad: Grandad is supposed to be resting, but when Bluey and Bingo go to visit him, he makes a run for it with the kids and takes them on a madcap adventure into the bush.

#the clones as #star wars #the clone wars #khai come get ya juice #star wars the clone wars #captain rex #the bad batch #the 501st #commander cody #commander wolffe #tw #tw death mention #tw depression

[boyakishantriage]

She pulled out the knife. The larger muscular alien looking down in shock, before bursting out laughing.

"HAHAHA. DO you really-"

She proceeded to then stab herself, smiling as she looked up at the large dinosaur alien. Who stared at her in suspended shock, the soldier in her unit simply pulling out bandages and shaking his head as she pulled the knife from her chest and started slitting her own wrists. Still not blinking. Still smiling without teeth. Still keeping an unwavering connection with the larger alien. All without flinching. Once.

While getting bandaged up, the military alien didn't speak up anymore, spineless they truly weren't. But that was just-

The still bloody, knife aimed at the alien's neck as she silently put it into a slicing position, legs tensing as she stared at him. A soft giggle echoing in her throat. The entire camp froze as the girl's body shook with anticipation.

"Try that. And I'll make you eat your own spine." She said cheerfully, giggling growing louder as one of the girls gripped her hand, Slowly snapping out of it, still laughing beneath her breath the girls whispered amongst themselves, as she slowly calmed down.

He could barely hear the two talking, but what he did chilled him.

Torture him later? Not worth it now? The girl acted more scared for him than her partner, how dare-

CLICK.

A wooden contraption aimed at his chest, now chuckling, air freezing the warmth near her mouth as her body vibrated uncontrollably.

"Watch it Icarus." She stated, eyes observing every body movement in excitement as the girl walked over to him.

He practically towered over the girl, a combat soldier for his people, mostly because of the slave trade over the last millennia, she didn't seem scared in the slightest as she whispered words he could barely hear. Against his better judgment, he leaned in closer.

"If you touch a single hair, if a single drop of blood comes out from her. I will boil your planet's oceans and slaughter every alien on their." She stated it with such a degree of calm and self assurance, his spine froze like he were already outnumbered.

The camp soon came abuzz with whispers, old rumours about the ten of them destroying entire invasion forces, one wrecking every pirate group she met, the supposed ending of wars by humans... Gossip quickly filled the camp, bounty hunters and soldiers alike exchanging theories over the knocked out human girl.

"Y'know if you're trying not to wake a gal up, this might be a new idea, but ya don't whisper while still talking AT FULL VOLUME" snapped the cranky girl, scars covering her body as a cat tail lazily protruded from her behind.

The bar fell silent, the girl raising her head sleepily as she yawned.

"Urgh. M'kay. Since I won't be able to sleep and y'all are acting like a kindy class learning about dissection, what the fuck are y'all jabbering about?" She looked around the bar, taking the glass off the bench as she downed the drink. It really was just hot cocoa, but for most of the aliens it might as well had been pure alcohol.

"We have some questions about humans."

"Yep."

"... eh?""

"Most of them are true."

"..."

"Alright, well ask away then."

"..."

She sighed. "Name a question you want to ask about humans and I'll tell you if it's real or not."

"Humans can feel sight."

"Correct, more accurately we can feel the. Ego, I guess, of things."

"What??"

"Fuck if I know. Y'all have any lovers?"

"I do."

"Ohh, lover boy here. Anyways. Y'know when they look at you and you just look back at them?"

"Yes?"

"Similar thing, but we evolved to do that without the attachment."

She downed another glass of beer, belching loudly as a few other humans snorted at that explanation.

"Heh, reminds me that time at the village, alien tried to snipe uncle so I tackled 'im like he gotta boom box on 'im." Stated the vietnamese combatant, chuckling as he took a swig of the tiger bottle.

The aliens all appeared stumped at that, the girl laughing as she clapped her hands.

"Ah this mood's terrible to drink to. OI, BAND. Can ya play us a song?" She tossed a wad of cash at the group, the band shrugging as they grabbed their instruments and went to work.

#tag #Triage #humans are space orcs

[disabled-tolkien]

We know dwarves have Iglishmêk. Do you have any headcanons about elvish sign language(s)?

I’m sorry that this took me forever to answer! It’s a great question, thank you for making me think about it.

The First Elven Sign Languages

Elves woke with spoken language on their tongues and named themselves Kwendi, the Speakers. Did they wake with sign language too? Or did it evolve from hunting hand signals and everyday gestures? I wonder how much was conscious construction of language and how much was a natural evolution.

I think the first elven sign languages involved a lot of finger and wrist movements with flicks and twists. They were incredibly elegant. Watching them brought to mind groups of dancers or swirling flocks of birds. They were hypnotising to watch.

Branching Out

As the elves migrated and split into their separate groups, different dialects evolved and branched off in the same way that their spoken languages did. Most Avarin sign languages had few changes, but some (like Kindi) evolved into almost an entirely new language.

I wonder how much the difference between the Light of the Trees and the dark of Beleriand affected the evolution of sign language. Elves have excellent vision, so maybe the light itself wasn’t a problem. But cultural differences definitely played a big role! Different meanings to movements, different synonyms, different associations. For example, at Cuivienen the sign for light is the same as the sign for star. In Valinor, the sign for light is similar to the sign for tree. Cultural exchange with Valar, men and dwarves also has a significant influence.

One area that really interests me is:

Sign Language In Angband

You’ve got this cultural and linguistic mishmash, and a new culture and new people form out of it. No one who wasn’t there could ever understand. It’s a culture that persists outside of Angband too, with the ex-thralls and survivors. The sign language that arises out of Angband is influenced by all of the cultures and sign languages that exist in there, including Edain languages and Iglishmêk. It's also influenced by Orcish and Orcish hand signals. It's a subtler language than other elvish sign languages, with less flourishes. But something unique about Angband Sign Language is this; it's specifically built around people with limb disabilities.

To be clear, all sign languages today can be adapted to use one handed or without fingers, etc (although it can be a little tricky for people who are still learning). All sign languages are inclusive. Tolkien sign languages are no different there. But Angband Sign Language was designed to be done primarily one-handed, with none of the delicate precise finger movements of the original elvish sign languages. Of course fingers are used, but the movements are simpler and require less fine motor skills.

I also think that hand signs for phonetics existed before both Cirth and Tengwar! Feanor used this as a starting point for his own phonetic written language, which of course became Tengwar.

#tolkien #silmarillion #lord of the rings #elves #disability in tolkien #*sign language #*d/Deafness

[dippedanddripped]

LUCCHESE BOOTS x CHRIS STAPLETON

The partnership has been years in the making – Chris is a brand fan and only wears Lucchese. The collection will feature three boot styles honoring Stapleton’s favorite and most worn boots.

Stapleton says, “I’m of the mind that everything can be refined to an art and that’s what I love about Lucchese boots — they’ve taken boot making and refined it to an art.

“Lucchese boots are what cowboy boots are supposed to be,” Stapleton adds. “I can’t wait for people to try them on and find out what I already know: when you put a pair of these on, you don’t need anything else.”

We caught up with Doug Hogue, Lucchese’s VP of Product to learn more about the relationship between the musician and the bootmakers.

Lucchese has had a relationship with Stapleton for nearly a decade, according to Hogue. Once when he was playing in El Paso, Lucchese’s headquarters, somebody suggested that Lucchese president Doug Kindy meet Stapleton. Invited for a factory tour, the musician showed up with a pair of vintage Lucchese boots that he loved.

“He wears Lucchese boots almost every day. It turns out that we’d actually been bidding against each other sometimes on the same pairs of vintage boots,” Hogue exclaims.

One of those vintage styles forms the basis of the six boot collection (three styles, each in two colorways), a style that hasn’t been in the line for at least two decades. The boots have a traditional Western shape and height, with a distinctive French toe – a rounded toe that has been squared off, “with a little chisel,” Hogue describes. “To me it looks like (a luxury Italian) dress shoe that’s been put into a cowboy boot.”

One style Stapleton has dubbed “Old Friend,” a pair of suede boots with the toe and a covered side seam. He was involved in the design of the collection every step of the way, often visiting the factory to check on the design process. “He knows exactly what he wants. We never had to do a lot of product training with him. He was very particular about what he wanted and it’s all vintage inspired,” says Hogue. “He is, in his songwriting and his lyrics and his life, he’s a very genuine, authentic person, and he knows what he wants.”

The Old Friend style retails for $695, the San Antonio goat leather style, for $995, and the Original, from pure buffalo leather, tops the charts at $1,195. The boots are currently an exclusive through Lucchese.com, at the brand’s retail stores (21 stores nationwide), and at pop-up events.

#LUCCHESE BOOTS x CHRIS STAPLETON #cowboy boots #music collaborations #footwear blogging

[korvidian]

I know some people struggle from memory loss, who can't remember most of their childhoods or life in general, but I suffer from remembering too much, constantly.

I remember being in year 4, at before school care, the exact texture of the hand-smoothed blocks in the building attached to my primary school hall, built the year before, and the exact texture and occasional sparks from our beyblades, and being pushed and having a gender I didn't even care for or believe in dictated to me by a woman more than three times my age named Sylvia, who turned her gaze away whenever there was harassment from kids she'd known for years. I remember the hungry caterpillar on the wall for each month's birthdays, the coloured cloud-shaped paper nearby with greetings in different languages. How much I loved learning those, and my father teaching me in Finnish that had half been beaten out of him through his own schooling far from his original home.

I remember even younger than that, even being 3 and being frustrated I wasn't allowed to go to kindy, 'writing letters' by dictating to myself while drawing looping squiggles like adults did on an old pack of yellow floral edged stationary in the little desk in my father's fourth childhood home here in Australia after they'd settled post the Sydney immigration camp and the first temporary house a few suburbs over once in Queensland.

I remember vividly the house of my grandparents with its Foxtel and how the whole thing shook when the washing machine was on, how there wasn't an oven only a stove, a pressure cooker, a microwave, and an old avocado green Italian espresso machine, and where there was a bunch of sandstone bricks my grandfather 'procured' from helping build the botanic gardens in the city, which were covered by a tarp and, along with the double swing across the yard and next to a large tree, housed many spiders, mostly daddy longlegs, the Australian sort, but always with the threat of red backs and other scarier spiders, so my cousins and I rarely ventured closer except in dire games of tag or a ball or frisbee went too far. The stump where the family's pet cockatoo was caged beside a copse of 'bird trees' always filled with miners and honey eaters and the stragglers in late afternoons who hadn't yet joined the main flock of lorikeets up another half kilometre beyond the large hill and park nearby that dominated my childhood landscape. The barbie rolling suitcase whose contents I'd discarded or traded to cousins for the more practical transport of books or plushies or other more important toys I gave a fuck about.

I remember the exact morning when I broke my arm in year one, a few months after we'd moved, where I still had to awkwardly belly crawl up to drink water out of the fawcets, and the reliable old curved body pillow in its dark green and red and white tartan that supported me after I came off my bike on the neighbour's spilled gravel driveway and my mother complained I was being dramatic and my clearly broken arm was just sprained. I remember too the doctor realising my arm had been set wrong and saying they were out of anaesthetic when he had to rebreak it, and how I couldn't remember properly what came after 14 in my task to count to 20 when he was at his work.

I remember all the awkward school dances, of all the times my peers told me I was weird, days and weeks and months of classes where I was deemed gifted but odd. Being told I was somehow more like a cat than a peer and other classmates agreeing, and somehow understanding what they meant.

Birthdays like one where I was so worried about accidentally giving the birthday girl, a small brown braided girl named Maddison, a game she already had that I had a whole anxiety attack in her bathroom. A sleepover where the host and I were singled out by a popular girl group who had been one of those compulsory invites, and how we had to get parents to come pick people up because they were that awful.

All the way through highschool and university, a time crying after my mother, a source of abuse and neglect through my life, moved out and separated from my father, struggling to feel my way through all the emotions tied to that in one of the towers my friends lived in on campus, the majority of them electing firmly to ignore my obvious tears.

Other times, sitting in plain view in a shared home openly weaping but no one else caring enough or game enough to comfort me, unable to beg for even a bare acknowledgement of my pain for fear they'd ignore me on purpose without deniability, or tell me to stop being like another friend, who while frequently callous and selfish and at times purposely oblivious to the suffering of others, and criticised to the side and frustratedly sighed at, at least does turn up at your side some of the time.

And like... I know, I've heard some of the things they've said about me when they think I haven't heard or haven't covered their screens, and their words carve me out, play on loop, dig hooks into me that have left me so close to the brink no fewer than three times over the past two years that I've had to physically burn letters and evidence after working myself back from the edge to get through.

Forgetting is a blessing at times and I wish it was one that found me more, mostly.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

something about the intense way workplaces focus on selfcare and mindfulness has always rubbed me wrong

It's great that we finally, as a society, realise that there is an intense impact on the physical, mental, emotional, social and financial wellbeing of anyone in a workplace.

From the fast food / retail workers who are doing ten dozen tasks in the space of an hour for almost nothing and penalised if they don't take abuse with a smile...

To the ambulance workers who have to dodge abuse and fists in order to support patients who may not recognise their assistance, and sometimes see things no human should...

To the crime scene cleaners who return a house to habitable after the horrifica has happened, and the janitors all over the world who do the same in every place we've ever been..

To the garbage and tradespeople who are always looked down on despite the significant physical effort of their jobs, and the importance of their jobs...

To the business workers who hate sitting in a cubicle all day with endless deadlines, to the support agencies that have to spend time they would like to use helping people writing up reports to justify funding for the next six months... every six months...

To the kindy teachers and carers and teachers who are havig to start from step zero with kids who come in without any idea how to learn how to learn, and children who have such trauma from things they haven't spoken about yet that they destroy classrooms because of the feelings building up inside bodies too small for the rage or fear or etc

To the people who deal with the worst of humanity and/or their victims on a daily basis in roles where their job is to put in supports and try to guide them to a happy and stable life through a minefield, and those who break under the pressure, etc.

Every job out there has unique pressures, and then they have general pressures that can apply across the sector. This sudden push towards 'selfcare' and 'mindfulness' is so very... corporate.

It just feels very much like "Well, we gave you a poster with affirmations on it, you didn't repeatthem daily, so of course the mental breakdown you have in a year's time is on you..." if you feel me.

Whenever it's talked about, it's all about 'preventing burnout' and 'being productive' etc. Not 'hey human being that's in a role that's physically, emotionally, mentally and/or socially demanding... what's happening in your world tonight?

There are some companies that go so far overboard (been in at least one) that they eithre feel like a cult... or they feel like a cult and put so much pressure on you to Tell Them what you are going to do for self-care that night after work (so they can check i nthe next morning), that you resent the whole goddamn process.

Because it's not about the health of the workers, it's a tick in a box on some Progressive Checklist clipboard.

Don't know, the more I see the posters harasssing you even in the dunny... the more you seethe, I guess.

You know what would be self-care? Not being punitive to people by taking away their right to [bonuses, holidays, flexible work hours, etc] if they cannot meet impossible targets or the workloads are too big for any one person to manage.

If you keep filling the pool while someone's chained to the bottom, all the affirmations in the world won't help them swim, mates... you just end up with like, chlorinated corpse soup.

Another thing is like... self-care is very much an individual thing. A lot of the ones I see on posters are all after-work activities, high energy things (eg. go to the gym, take the pets for a walk, go to the park with your kids, have a lunch date, cook a lovely healthy dinner for friends!) all stuff outside of work hours... because you Can't Impact Work Hours.

Sometimes self-care is needing to plan your holidays so you get a break or you have a mental break. Sometimes its a mental health day because you were 'sick'. Sometimes self-care is shutting the computer at the end of the day and/or walking out dead as your shift ends because no one is allowed to claim overtime.

Sometimes it is having frozen meals or pre-chopped vegetables in the freezer because you're tired at the end of th day and it's a kindness to Future You.

Sometimes it's having some Longlife milk abnd similar items in the cupboard so you have a back-up for days when you're too tired or sick or just want to chill but you ran out of like, milk.

Sometimes self-care is having a shower at the end of the day when you get home, washing the day off, and doing whatever you want after that.

Sometimes self-care is singing terribly and enthusiastically in the car. Or dancing like a dork in the loungeroom. Or listening to amitheasshole youtube videos. Or playing video games.

Sometimes self-care can be forcing yourself to be inflexible around necessary appointments (from hair to dental or medical), no you CAN'T 'just move it'. Because you always will end up moving it.

Sometimes self-care is being tough with yourself. Go to bed at a normal hour. No we're drinking water from 5pm onwards (etc). Yes there is dopamine from playing video games but we're not going to be up at 3am pwning n00bs bc there's work tomorrow. Etc.

Sometimes self-care is doing your shopping during a lunchour, if you are lucky enough to be close to home, so that tired 5pm+ you doesn't have to. Sometimes it's cooking a shitload of something and freezing it so that you have 2-5 extra meals in the fridge, ready to go for lunches or dinner, etc.

Sometimes self-care is putting on a podcast and handling the mountain of plates in the sink, or washing the bathroom, or just vacuuming a small area of the place. It doesn't have to be a grand gesture every time... but it's about what matters to you, what will impact your life outside of work.

IT's the messy self-care stuff that workplaces don't care about, and they're the most important. And that's probably where the disconnect comes into play, for me... because self-care posters always talk about gardening and yoga and the gym and eating a salad and having time with friends...

And that's such a Stockphotos Cporporate Generic Idea of what self-care looks like, and why its important. Makes you feel like a Sim, being touted to the [Local Attraction] because your goopey cabonara caught fire and your emoticon is now Sad...

Don't know where this was going, I just... hate the damn posters, and the emphasis on a very specific kind of Self-Care, and how it very much puts the emphasis, the onus and the eventual blame, on the workers... if anything breaks down.

Yes, know the signs of burnout... but for 99% of people, yoga won't fix it. You need to stop pinning the idea on the individual worker, and look at the machine as a whole, at what point does the cog start shearing off the metal of another until it wears away? How do we fix that? One little pin at the base isn't going to fix it by meditating...

IT's about the wokplace culture, societal attitudes, about being financially stable and having support, about having connections outside of your workplace, etc.

So no, Don't "Hang in there baby!", someone get a ladder and help the cat before it falls. Don't wait until gravity takes its toll and then ask why it didn't try harder.

#i have always hate that poster #bc we've always had cats and the amount of times ive dived to save them from falling off stuf #f lmao

[larsenmarshall96]

Kids in public schools face many hurdles today, the bulk of which we never had to deal with when we were young. The best way to help your kids avoid these pitfalls is to homeschool them, and the helpful hints in this article should help you be hugely successful in your endeavor.

Do not be afraid to get help with a troublesome subject. You may find that math is not your strong suit when teaching your child, which means you should look on homeschool community forums for help, or call upon family or friends. It is best to find someone that can offer a better understanding of the material and help your child flourish. Do not expect best kindy sunshine coast to work seamlessly right from the start. It can take up to a year before you settle into a good flow with homeschooling. Even though you have educated yourself about the process before beginning, the skill to make it all work smoothly takes some time to develop. Exercise patience and you will be more successful. You don't have to homeschool for your child's entire education. You can do it for one year to correct shortcomings and behavioral issues. You could do it until middle school or high school. If you wish, they can be homeschooled right until college. The best part is that it's totally up to you! Does a schedule or a routine work best for your family? A schedule is a plan set by time, while a routine is something habitual. Routines are more flexible than what a schedule is. Find what will work best for your family and get started with it as soon as possible. Plan out a ton of activities to accentuate your child's learning. If they're learning about history, have them act out the time they're learning about. They can dress up, speak like people of that time and even engage in battle, if that is what the topic is. It gives them a chance to truly experience what they're learning, immersing them in the topic and ensuring they learn as much as possible from the lesson plan you present. The curriculum you choose should not put restrictions on what your kids are learning. Use best kindy sunshine coast as tools to guide you in the direction your kids need to go in schooling. Take the information from the books and build a learning platform that your kids will do well with. If that means that you are skipping a non-critical lesson or two that is fine. For further guidance, contact your state or local homeschooler's organization. It will have information on the laws you have to follow. There are some states that allow you to be a 'private school' and there are other places that want to test your children through the state. You want to make sure that your child's school district is aware they are being homeschooled so that they are not mistakenly labelled as truants. Check your local library for resources. This is a free way to get material. Not only are traditional educational books available, you can also look around for other learning material. Find interesting books to share with your children. You will be amazed at how much the library has to offer! Before you begin homeschooling, be cautious of the discipline being used in your home. Each home has a special kind of "discipline"� or training that should also be put to use when homeschooling. Know whether the relationship that you have with your children will make this easier or harder, so that you can make any necessary adjustments. Harness the power of family by getting everyone involved in homeschooling. For example if someone in your family has been in a war, ask if they are willing to talk to your children about what the war meant to the country during that time. By letting others who have experienced something talk with your children, you will create lasting memories and life lessons. When you want your kids to have the best of everything, you have to include their education in your strategies. This means providing them with a homeschool experience which trumps that which they would get at public school. This article has the knowledge you need to make that a reality today.

#ull #best kindy sunshine coast

[sehunniepotwrites]

hi nikki!!! i vanished again for a rly long time cuz its rly busy and crunch season for me in uni rn :/ how have you been!! hope youve gotten better since the last time we talked :")

i had 4 assessments last week like one on wednesday and THREE on friday it rly felt like acads was sucking the life out of me >< i hope you dont mind me ranting a little but this sem has rly been by far the worst semester in my uni life like ive been tryna stay all positive and focus on the good things that happened but fr NOTHING good has been happening :"( its rly a pain going through all these days and its like the skies r tryna play tricks on me even when it comes to small daily stuff.. like id just be minding my own business and walking somewhere and then someone spills water all over my shoes, or after finally managing to find an empty spot to study at, the charging plug at the table just refuses to work, or the chairs r spoilt and like.... IM SO DONE :"( and it sux even more cuz daylight savings have caused the time difference between me and my boyfie to increase and its alm like we can never find the right pocket of time to communicate anymore and its rly taking a toll on me mentally. sigh... like literally all the stress and discomfort has caused me to lose my appetite and ive lost alm 10kgs in the past 2 months..

i hope after going through all these, things would only be better and would make me happier after a long long time.. and id be able to learn how to express myself and speak my emotions properly again cuz im rly rly emotionally constipated rn.

<3, 🍑

hihihi lil peach!!!

it's okay, i totally understand crunch szn for uni--went through it one too many times. i'm sick yet again (thus the woes of being a kindy teacher, the germs!! it's my 6th time getting sick this school year) but i'm writing again! the inspo finally came back to me <333

i complete empathize w you--sometimes it's really hard to stay positive when all is going to shit. and with people telling you to look on the bright side makes it even harder because you could try and try to no avail. i'm so sorry this is happening to you, whatever you're feeling is so valid. i'm glad you see me as a safe space to come and talk about these things. i hope things begin to look up for you soon and that your 2024 is filled with happier days, good health, and prosperity.

when i feel like this, which is quite often, i turn back to journaling or asking myself these questions (they're questions i've learned as an elementary teacher, trying to understand the feelings of my kiddos):

what am i feeling right now? i use the mood meter (you can look it up on google and they'll be some good ones)

why am i feeling this way? (get down to the root of it) "i am feeling _ because _."

what is one immediate thing i can do to get me out of this mood? is there something physical i can do? an immediate fix? or is there a step i can take?

"next time i feel this way, i can _"

#i hope this helped in some way #idk if you were looking for advice but this almost always works for me and my friends when we're feeling some type of way #im sort of emotionally constipated too but im learning #ily lil peach #🍑anon #nikki replies

[blueiskewl]

A 1,800-year-old Roman-Era Statue of Venus Discovered in England

The seven-inch-tall figurine likely stood in a household shrine in what is now Gloucestershire some 1,800 years ago.

Developers in Gloucestershire, England, recently received a sign of the goddess of love’s favor, unearthing a Roman-era statuette believed to depict Venus at the site of a new construction project.

“This figurine is in incredibly good condition and a wonderful find for Gloucester,” city archaeologist Andrew Armstrong tells BBC News.

Dated to around 1,800 years ago, the nearly seven-inch-tall female figure was found ahead of construction of a $145 million, multi-use commercial development called the Forum, reports BBC News in a separate article. (Interestingly, the Latin word forum refers to the central public square in an ancient Roman city.)

“We know pieces like these were made in central France and the Rhineland/Mosel region of Germany during the first and second centuries [C.E.],” Armstrong says. “It seems certain the figurine is from this period and is a representation of Venus. She would most likely have stood in someone’s home shrine for the goddess.”

Known for her amorous abilities, Venus was the Roman goddess of love, beauty, victory, fertility and prostitution. Julius Caesar, who invaded Britain twice, in 55 and 54 B.C.E., claimed to be a descendant of the deity.

Roman legions conquered much of Britain beginning in 43 C.E. Gloucestershire, located about 90 miles west of London, was established as a Roman fort known as Glevum in 48 C.E.

Dani Hurst of Cotswold Archaeology discovered the clay statuette in September.

“This has been the most exciting find of my career in archaeology so far,” colleague Anthony Beechey tells BBC News. “The figurine provides an important tangible link between the people of Gloucester and their past.”

Speaking with BBC News, lead archaeologist Marino Cardelli deems the Venus statuette of “inestimable historical value ... a testimony of the city’s history and culture.”

The figurine is made of pipeclay, a white clay found along the Rhine and Meuse rivers in what is now Germany. It is intact except for a missing base.

Nearby, the team found ruins associated with Whitefriars, a medieval Carmelite friary. Last year, Cotswold Archaeology and Gloucester City Council discovered Whitefriars’ remains beneath a demolished parking garage.

“We’d already discovered the medieval Carmelite friary and were hand-digging a new route for a culvert when Dani discovered [Venus] covered in mud, in what would have been a Roman rubbish dump,” Armstrong tells Melanie Greenwood of Gloucestershire Live. “Only its base was broken.”

According to BBC News, the team also unearthed the stone foundations of buildings that may have belonged to a suburb outside the Roman fort.

“Finding this statue, as well as the priory, has exceeded all my expectations,” Armstrong tells Gloucestershire Live. “It was beyond my wildest hopes. We are really looking forward to what else we can learn about Roman suburban living.”

By David Kindy.

#A 1800-year-old Roman-Era Statue of Venus Discovered in England #Gloucestershire England #archeology #Roman Goddess #history #history news #ancient civilizations #roman history #roman civilization #roman empire

[writing-wh0re]

Hi I saw ur taking requests so maybe something in s5 Riverdale after the time jump and sweet pea and y/n have a little family and she works at the high school as a history teacher or something :)

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests

Likes are great but feedback is golden - Open to all feedback, I know there is room for improvement. 

Hope this fic lives up to your standards! Please enjoy it :) 

Y/C/N (Your Childs Name)

Pairing: Sweetpea x reader

Word Count: 1,380k

Warnings: None really, Fluff mainly. 

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“Have a great break everyone! Enjoy yourselves!” I shout over the crowd of kids leaving the classroom, a chorus of ‘you too’’ filling the air. 

I quickly gather my papers and folders dumping them into my leather book bag as I rush out of the classroom as well. I lock the classroom door, having to stop for a second as my baby stirs around inside my stomach. 

“Woah sweet girl, I’ll slow down for you.” I say rubbing my stomach as I start to walk out of the school at a quickened pace. 

“Ah, Y/N, do you have a quick second?” Rick, the head of English asks as I huff. 

“Has to be quick Rick, I need to pick up Y/C/N.” 

“Just wanted to wish you a good break, plus Kathy wanted me to pass this little gift onto you from all of us.” Rick gestures to my huge stomach as I smile. 

“That is so wonderful, thank you, pass on my thanks to all of them.” I smile brightly as I look at the clear lidded gift box filled with baby booties, a baby beanie and a pacifier. 

“Have fun, enjoy your time.” Rick dismisses as I nod and continues to walk out of the school, rushing to be on time for Y/C/N, knowing he will give me sass if I’m late. 

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“Mummy! Finally, you’re just on time.” Y/C/N giggles slinging his bag onto his shoulders. 

“Y/C/N had a great day today, what did you learn today Y/C/N?” Kortney the kindy teacher says as Y/C/N smiles brightly. 

“I learnt easy maths” 

“Oh, baby that is great, I’m so proud of you, you know daddy is coming home tonight” I say brushing back the hair that has fallen in front of his face. 

“Daddy is home tonight! Bye Miss Kortney!” Y/C/N waves rushing to get out the door, excited that Sweets is home from doing his long haul trucker trips for the serpents. 

“Thank you Kortney, see you in two weeks.” 

I quickly waddle behind Y/C/N to the car, buckling him in as we get ready for our drive home. 

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“Daddy, we’re home!” Y/C/N yells holding the door open to our small one story three bedroom home. 

“Ahhh, Y/C/N, how are you buddy?” Sweets says picking up Y/C/N as our little boy wraps his dad into the tightest hug he can muster. “I’ve got to say hi to mummy, go empty your bag.” Sweets says as Y/C/N nods, walking into the kitchen to empty out their kindy bag. 

“Hiya daddy.” I smirk as Sweets runs at me, engulfing me into a tight but gentle hug. I feel my heart swell with love as Sweetpea cups my face with both hands, kissing me. 

“Hi Mummy, how are my two girls?” Sweets asks as he bends down to softly kiss my stomach. 

“She is very active today, probably knew her daddy was home again.”

“How was school baby?” Sweets asks, brushing my hair behind my ear. 

“High school kids are so moody and none of them care about modern history, it bugs me, they don’t listen, like it's cool to not care about school.” I huff as Sweets smiles at me. “History is an elective, they can choose not to do it, we don’t force them to do it.” I ramble as Sweets nods along. 

“Looking forward to the break then?” Sweets chuckles as I nod. 

“It’s good to have you home.” 

Sweets smiles wide as he grabs a hold of my hand and leads me to the kitchen where Y/C/N has emptied his whole bag onto the floor and can be found deep in the pantry looking for cookies. 

“Can I help you, sir?” Sweets asks getting down to Y/C/N’s level. 

“I need cookies daddy, mummy says they are only for special days and today is special.” Y/C/N attempts to reason as Sweets looks back at me. 

“That was the best explanation, I can’t argue with this little man.” Sweets says as he ruffles Y/C/N hair. 

I waddle over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water as I lean against the kitchen counter. 

“I’ll have to go to the bar tonight, Toni is performing and needs me, unless you need me here baby.” Sweets says holding my hips as I smile. 

“You’ve got to do what you have to do for the club Sweets, I get it, Y/C/N and I will have a movie night.” I say as Y/C/N nods excitedly. 

“Daddy, please stay.” Y/C/N pouts tugging on Sweets pants as he looks between me and Y/C/N. 

“Aunty Toni needs me buddy.” Sweets tries to reason as Y/C/N shakes his head. 

“I can talk to Aunty Toni.” Y/C/N sasses as Sweets chuckles. 

“I’ll talk to her buddy, let me see what I can do.” Sweets smiles, grabbing his phone as he quickly pecks me, leaving the kitchen to call Toni. 

“Once you finish that cookie, it's bath time okay.” I say as Y/C/N smirks cheekily. 

“You have to catch me mummy!” Y/C/N squeals as I smile rolling my eyes at my very energetic child. 

Before I can attempt to run after Y/C/N Sweets walks into the room with him over his shoulder, giggling like mad. 

“Well, It's officially a full family movie night, I’ll see the serpents tomorrow.” Sweets smiles as I waddle over to him, kissing him as Y/C/N whines. 

“Yucky.” Y/C/N complains as Sweets and I chuckle, kissing each other again causing more complaints to fall from his lips. 

“Come on my boys, it's bath time.” 

Sweets is instantly running down the hallway to the bathroom to bathe Y/C/N. I quickly grab my phone and dial Pop’s, ordering three milkshakes and burgers. 

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“I have one quick request and you’ll get something out of it.” I smirk placing my hands on Sweets chest. 

“Tempting, what can I do baby.” Sweets asks, holding my hands as Y/C/N stands next to us. 

“Drive to Pop’s and get our order please?” I ask as Y/C/N does a little happy dance next to us. 

“Milkshake time, milkshake time.” Y/C/N sings as Sweets and I chuckle. 

“That’s all you.” Sweets gestures to the little performance as I shrug. 

“Hey, you chose to marry me and have this little bundle of joy.” I state as I ruffle Y/C/N hair. 

“Okay, I’ll be back in fifteen, get the movie ready.” Sweets says kissing both of us on the head as he leaves to pick up dinner. 

“Monsters Inc, daddy and I talked about it.” Y/C/N declares walking into the lounge room as he starts to hunt for the dvd. 

“Good choice baby.” I say helping him get the movie ready. 

“Go get your pillows and blankets baby.” I say as Y/C/N runs to his room. 

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I wake up with a kink in my neck, looking around my surroundings all of us having fallen asleep before the movie had even ended. 

“I’m too scared to move and wake him.” Sweets whispers as I look and see Y/C/N laying in an odd position on Sweets. 

“He has been sleeping like a rock lately, I have to go to our bed, your little girl hurts my back.” I say rubbing my pregnant stomach as Sweets nods. 

“Of course baby, I’ll meet you in there, I’ll carry him to bed.” Sweets says as Y/C/N falls limp, light snores coming from his mouth as Sweets shifts his weight and carries him to bed. 

I get into our bedroom, pulling down the covers as I get into bed, the comfort of the mattress relaxing my sore muscles. 

I feel my eyelids get heavy, fighting sleep to try and wait for Sweets to get to bed. Deciding to wait for him with my eyes closed, a little rest. 

I feel the bed dip beside me, my eyes opening to see Sweets getting into bed shirtless, hair damp, the smell of his body wash filling the air. 

“I’ve missed you.” I cry slightly as Sweets pulls me closer to him.

“I’ve missed you too baby, I miss my little family so much.” Sweets sniffles as I hold him tight, sniffling as well.

“Shh baby, lets sleep.” Sweets coos as I snuggle into the comfort of my husband, savouring every moment I have with Sweets before he hits the road again.

#writing-wh0re-requests #sweetpea #riverdale #sweetpea x reader #sweetpea x you #sweetpeat x y/n #riverdale requests #riverdale x reader #riverdale x you #writing #riverdale sweet pea #riverdale southside #riverdale fanfiction #fanfiction requests #imagines

[crushersposts]

What has befallen the women of this era???

When I read the biography of Muslim scholars, I realize that most of them would have finished the memorization of Qur'aan by 7 and many would have acquired a wide field of knowledge even before they reach the age of 20, Have you ever thought about this also?

I was amazed when I studied the lives of those scholars and discovered that most of them were brought up by their mothers, it is either the father had died early or he was alive but has no hand in the scholarship of the child.

Imam Bukhari for example, Imam Bukhari’s father died whilst he was an infant and thus he was raised by his mother. He became blind at the age of 12 and despite efforts by many doctors at the time, none of the treatment restored his eyesight. His mother prayed fervently for him and his eyesight was restored at the age of 16, I'm not discussing about how his mother prayed for him but what is incredible to learn is that during the four years when he was blind, he memorised 500,000 Hadiths because his mother would read the hadith to him until he memorised it...yeah, 500,000 hadeeth!

Likewise Imam Shaafi' and Imam Ahmad bn Hanbal , their fathers also passed away while they were young, their mothers took it upon themselves to train them.

And Imam Malik, though he was raised by both parent, but we all read about how her mum would dress him up and send him to learn from scholars.

These are the mothers of yesterday, they were pious and knowledgeable and they were able to produce scholars.

Where are the mothers of today, they are busy checking their Facebook and Whatsapp messages with their phones on the left hands while they hold the TV remote control with the right hands... And you still wonder why this generation has kept producing vagabonds?

Mothers had dropped the duty of teaching their children today, they are either ranting about polygyny on facebook or busy selling goods at the market while their children are now being taught by the X men on the social media.

If we wish for a generation like the past generations, our women should be ready to do like the past women.

Dear sisters,

It is good that men should strive hard in seeking for knowledge but it is not an abomination for the women to also seek for knowledge of the deen, the past women were able to teach their children because they also had the knowledge, what will you teach your children when you are busy reading romantic novels in the morning, taking #CoveredPearl selfies and doing #HijabieGang on Facebook in the afternoon, spent the whole evening watching Zee world and Korean soap operas... And the remaining of your night to discuss matters of other people. What will you gain with all these?

The womb of those women produced scholars because their brains were filled with piety and religious knowledge but the ladies of today, their heads are filled with gossips and Nasheeds... Behold, if we don't change our attitudes towards knowledge, the next generation will be full of Nasheed and spoken words artists.

There were two famous hadith scholars in the 13th century whose works of hadeeth are helping the Ummah till date, It is not what you are thinking - they were not females, they were Imam Adh Dhahabi and Ibn Hajar Al asqolaani, but the interesting thing is that both were taught by a woman, a famous Muhadithah of their time, she is Zaynab bint 'Umar b. Al Kindi - Can we see a woman like her today?

The past periods produced women who were experts in the knowledge fields like Hadeeth, Usool, Tafsir, Fiqh and even in calligraphy, women scholars like Fatima Al Fudayla, Umm Darda As Sughara, Faatimah Al Samarqandi Nafisa bint Al Hassan, Fakhrun Nissa Shuhdah Al Bagdaadiyah ... These are the women of virtues of knowledge, What has befallen the women of today?

These are Muslim female scholars who produced great scholars of the Ummah, they didn't achieve these feats by taking selfies and writing love poems, they sought for the knowledge - Search for the knowledge my sister, May Allah bless you.

Know that when the women are good, the Ummah at whole will be good.

May Allaah ease our affairs...

[awed-frog]

what are your views on islam?

Well - I’m still learning, and I don’t claim to be an expert on the subject. But I got interested several years ago, read many books, met a lot Muslims and ex-Muslims and non-Muslims people raised in Muslin countries in my life, and through all that there’s a fairly homogenous picture that emerges.

Let me just start by saying I have nothing against Muslims as people. Religion can play a positive role in a person’s life, and is often understood as a purely cultural phenomenon by many believers. I met Muslims who were perfectly happy to give gifts for Eid and that’s where their faith started and ended, just like it happens for many Christians. I visited a lot of Muslim-majority countries in the 90s and early Noughties and was always welcomed very warmly everywhere. In fact, reading about the recent radicalizations of those countries was one of the things that made me interested in learning more about Islam.

First of all, I think the big difference between Islam and other major world religions is that Islam was deliberately conceived to be a political entity in a way other religions were not. For instance, Judaism is not about conversion or empire-building, and Christianity and Buddhism were founded by two rebels dissatisfied with their own religion who had zero interest in building anything on the ‘reality-based’, politics-heavy side of life. So even if Christianity and Buddhism ultimately became state religions in various countries, they had to be twisted and remolded in order to fit that role. Islam, on the other hand, was created with the explicit purpose of being an all-encompassing state religion, and thanks to many Muslim leaders’ tactical genius, profound devotion and lack of scruples, it was wildly successful in that role. What this means to modern non-Muslim states with sizeable Muslim populations is that there’s a lot of stuff, from bank transactions to shopping, eating, healthcare, legal disputes and work that really pious Muslims need a parallel system for. And obviously the creation of parallel systems within a nation state is something that’s generally not desirable and can cause a lot of trouble down the way.

A second thing about Islam is that it went through the same philosophical arguments Christianity was having in the West, but unfortunately the ‘wrong’ side prevailed - and by that I mean the ‘question nothing, God is always right’ anti-intellectual side. You often hear people wondering why Islamic science and general progress seems to stop after the Middle Ages, and while there’s generally a lot of overt bias, underlying racism and ignorance in the idea, there’s also a basis of truth. By conquering most of the Middle East, the Muslim world found itself inheriting the rich melting pot of cultures and ideas that stretched from Byzantium, through the Persian empire, to and beyond the Indian borders and found its natural heart in the vibrant, multicultural city of Baghdad. Almost immediately, erudite philosophers like Al-Kindi (801–873 AD) started to turn this inheritance into something even richer: he and his disciples, the Mu’tazilites, were arguably the main drivers of the Islamic golden age. They studied and discussed philosophy, medicine and science thanks to books and experts from the four corners of the world, and the Islamic world flourished as a result. But then, in the 10th century, the ongoing theological dispute between the Mu’tazilites and their opponents was finally lost for good: the Mu’tazilites were branded as heretics and hunted down, their works destroyed. Since the other side basically saw no way to reconcile Islam with philosophical enquiry or scientific thinking, those pursuits were mostly abandoned. And that continues in the most extreme currents of Islam today, although their leaders can be very selective in what they do and don’t consider haram (most of them, of course, are perfectly happy to use glasses, modern appliances and the internet).

And a third thing is that a lot of what we now consider as simply ‘Islam’ and defend tooth and nail against Islamophobes was heavily influenced by Saudi Arabia’s extreme version of Islam, which spread like poison over the last 30 or so years through ‘charity’, mosques, carefully trained imams, and ‘schools’, and that’s how countries who’d taken centuries to develop their own version of Islam - which was generally moderate and ‘normal’, and mixed in with other faiths and local pre-Islamic traditions - turned into something that’s barely recognizable - often to the dismay of their own - Muslim - citizens.

As ever, the West and other big powers weren’t much help here, what with colonization, racism, proxy wars, actual wars, their profound and stubborn ignorance of how Islam works and their exploitation of Muslim soldiers in various wars and Muslims workers to do cheap labour in Europe in appalling conditions, but this is not just about the West. There are powerful forces in the Muslim world itself who think there is only one ‘true’ Islam and that Islam can only work as a state religion, and who are deliberately funding a well-oiled machine to brainwash Muslims - and non-Muslims - into believing this. In this sense, the work they do is not that different from how some cults operate, only it’s on a much larger scale. And our governments, through inefficiency, ignorance and greed, are mostly content to let these influences do their job unhindered.

(From feminist Tunisian and Turkish mothers who are appalled by their daughters’ insistence in wearing a veil to old people in Albania tearfully wondering why their sons used their university money to covertly join ISIS and die in Syria, there are a lot of heartbreaking eyewitness accounts who show just how quick this transition was.)

Despite the work of hundreds of moderate imams, activists and philosophers, and despite the desires of a majority of Muslims everywhere, on the whole I’m not optimistic about the future. I think that the most extreme parts of the religion will continue to be preached and to spread, that the Middle East (and the world) will be more unstable and dangerous as a result, and that our politicians will never agree on a way to make any of this better - or even have the will to. 

#ask #islam #history #religion #religious extremism #islamic terrorism #saudi arabia #i mean all that money #and not a single decent university #that's why #they don't care

[aplushemporium]

It’s time for “Oops, Some Human(oid) Muses get a Poke AU” time (that isn’t arceus legends au...I WILL GET TO THAT WHEN I STOP GETTING DISTRACTED BY QUESTS)

Cards made on PokeCharms! Check out the teams after the readmore! Feel free to ask about them too, i-if you like ;w;

Alph

Not the most flattering image for him but hey, blue hair and scientist...i guess it’s him with glasses...and less pudgy. I see Alph as pudgy.

Went mostly with electric and steel types, with Leavanny being a Pikmin representative. His Voltorb would also be a Pikmin rep of sorts, with it being a Hisuian one. No known aces, but his steel types and electric types do help him on his inventing jobs. 

Ana

To be completely honest, I can’t quite pin her team down to just 6 because girl would befriend any hecking mon that comes her way, AND SHE CAN DO IT. 

But basically Don is her ace shiny fletchling, while the three after that being other creechers that she canonically knows (dog, turtle, monkey). Then we got Teddiursa because oops, @honey-and-berries-pmd​, and my inner running joke that she brought a real ass bear to kindy. And then Latias is her PokeBall counterpart from Smash. The whole swooshy across screen thing.

??? (Blue Eight)

There isn’t much known about this clone of the Dragon Quest 8 protagonist, and heck, he got no distinguishing name to himself! But his “munchie” is just a regular o’ Pigrat. Half of the team are mons who are summoned from PokeBalls in Smash. But Sliggoo and Heracross are a mystery...

Cooking Mama

Retired champion/Elite 4 member! She’s of course like, well past her 30s (as I keep thinking she is), but she has no ace as all her mons are well loved and help out in her cooking and crafting! It’s rumored her starter is Rotom, who was haunting her appliances. Oh, did we mention she didn’t start her trainerhood as a kid?

Generally went with mons who would help her in the kitchen, though Levanny is a good nod towards her maternal nature and knack of nature. Rotom usually sticks in fridge form to help store any ingredients she finds and any she needs during her travels.

Eight

Haven’t played him or half of these muses for a long time. But basically the first half of his team are for lore reasons, while the other half is related to the spells he brought to smash (electric, fire/sizzle, blizzard...wow he really didn’t learn most of the spells he has for smash. .x.

Icon is because bandanna. Love the layout!

Firefly

She has no official art but she is red haired not black haired. Only used this icon cuz the outfit. It’s a pinky red. And admittedly went with a heavy on fighting type side, and that includes the Lilligant, which is the Hisuian form. 

Ace is Pignite, based off of Chinese aesthetics, HEAT FU, and just being a fighting type. He’s also her starter! Lombre will stay Lombre forever, because no water stone and he feels too lax to evolve. Based off of the lil kappa who tosses the ball in Kung Fu Ball.

Honoka Kawai

One word, BUNNIES. She has pretty much every bunny based mon (that isn’t a legendary...I’m suspicious of you Victini), plus a shiny Bunnelby she just hatched. Her ace IS Loppuny, but she has a soft spot for her Diggersby. Also Cinccino and Wigglytuff are there for long ears (sort of bunny-eqsue) and soft soft fur. ...tbh all her mons have really luxurious fur due to great care.

The only mons in her roster who are (directly) related to each other are the Diggersby and the shiny Bunnelby. They all probably have really cutesy names. Also like...most of my muses would nickname their mons, just a fyi.

Keiko

Braids and white sweater, using her for Keiko. Her mons are generally those who are classified as white or just have smiley faces, and they will all be able to kick your arses in both battle and sports. ESPECIALLY SPORTS. Aces are Ambipom and Chatot.

Momo Taro

This buff guy got a balanced team of sorts. Three of them are absolutely based on the monkey, dog, and pheasant most Momotaros get. And the other half are mons who got sharp things...like swords...Starter is Samurott! But like his trainer, they’re really goofballs once you get past the buff exterior.

Momotaro (@panickypeachboy​)

The younger, meeker, yet sort of serious Momotaro! This is primarily based off that Pokemon AU I had for a long time, where his starters are Horsea and Klefki. Like the Momotaro above, definitely have a dog, monkey, pheasant thing going on, with Lurantis reflecting the boy’s peachy planty cutty nature. Team has really childish sounding nicknames despite the boy’s attempts at sternness.

Side note, Kingra and Lycanroc would be in their basic, unevolved forms for the longest time...and Tranquill was not a Pidove for long. But damn, Momotaro befriends tons of mons and doesn’t use Poke Balls for ‘em.

Red (Riding Hood)

Deceptively cute mons, including several canid buddies! To be honest, she’s a bit scared of her Lycanroc, but that’s what happens when you venture out with your Rockruff at night and she wanted to protect you from another, particularly infamous wolf. Corsola is nothing to sneeze at, as her icicle spears and power gems blast off quite rapidly...

Shanilla Bhagwati

*edit by @monsters-of-the-world​​!!!*

 To be honest, this may be mostly surface level, wiki based stuff: purple mons, and mons who are normal...and the mons who are are a bit...eccentric to say the least. Look, two mons who have ghosty elements! Thanks Billy!

Also I wish the Pokemon universe had more dark skinned people! >:T Glad it’s been being fixed in the newer games but...alas the limits of le card maker and older Pokemon games.

#pokemon au #pokemon rp #warioware headcanons #warioware headcanon #warioware #cobraghost #panickypeachboy #honey-and-berries-pmd #cyancaat #champofpallet #headcanon #headcanons #the kitten storekeeper: ooc #the aspiring inventor (alph) #The Little Ninja! (Ana) #a clone of the hero (blue eight) #the maternal teacher (cooking mama) #a forgetful hero (eight) #the pink martial artist (firefly) #the clumsy cheerleader (honoka) #the eccentric mii (keiko) #the puffy jacket sister (shanilla) #the quiet peach boy (momotaro) #the buff peach man (momo taro) #v; a world full of mysterious creatures (pokemon)

[cautiouslittleninja]

How is the day to day of a young ninja like you?

"Ummm...well lots of diffy things happy from day to day, but um...some things almost always happen!"

"So Kat and I usually wake up reeeeaally early in the mornies to get ready for kindy! But sometimes I end up oversleepies and then that makes everyone upset...but it hasn't happened lots lately so I think we're okay!"

"Then after a bit of washy and brekkie, we go to kindy! It's a long walk from our house to kindy, so that's why we have to wake up early! Also I like to say hello to all the animals on the way!"

"At kindy, we learn lots of things! It's diffy every day, which makes it fun! Plus there's lunch too. Most of the time Kat and I made it ourselves, but sometimes 5-Volt-dono made us a lunchie to take to school!"

"After kindy, we go on patrol! Gotta make sure that the city is safe! But somedays we go to ninja school after kindy. That's how we become better ninjas! Kat's super duper good at ninja school! She likes it more than kindy!"

"Then after all day, we have dinner! Sometimes the animals from kindy and ninja school follow me home, so I give them a little bit of dinner and play time! Oh wait, we ought to take a bath at night...w-was it before or after dinner...? I forgot...and sometimes I forgets baths for real life..."

"But we end up getting ready for bed with rolling out our futons and brushie our teeths! Then we go to sleep! And that's it! ...I think...did I remember it rights?"

#warioware #warioware headcanons #warioware headcanon #blockanon #ana #kat and ana #kat & ana #anonymous #katana! (ic) #blast! (headcanon)