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y0d4d · 6 months

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WHAT IF ROBIN WAS GETTING BULLIED, BUT THE OTHER IS VANCES PUNK “FRIEND.”

Little story. ★ called “ sunshine,, and the sunshine protector “

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Robin was walking down the hallway, fixing his bandanna, he smiled at how fun today was gonna be, it was beautiful and sunny. But don’t think it’s sunshine and rainbows, it’s high school so much fights and other stuff like that, Robin sighed softly as he was finished fixing his bandanna that was slightly tight around his hair. Before it was grabbed and pulled off his head Robin turned quickly before grabbing it back, looking up at the person.. it was Trevor one of the punks that pick on anyone, Robin gave a angry look. “ don’t touch my bandanna puta. It’s not yours. “ Robin looked pissed off , as he turned around to walk away before this kid gets punched.

The other hand, Trevor's anger builds up more and more as Robin insults him. He clenches his fists and yells out “ WHAT?. “ he then dashes over to Robin before he grabs robin tightly and slams him against the wall making Robin make a loud groan, he gritted his teeth in pain by the impact with his back and the rock hard wall, he didn’t get to say anything before the much bigger boy grabbed his chin and moving Robins head slightly to the sides, dragging his hand into the boys jaw.

“You don't know who you're up against, you’re a pathetic excuse for a human being and I pity you.” He says in a tone that made Robin try to get away, as he cases in Spanish. The bigger boy held onto Robin more tightly , to the point of it becoming painful,

Robin hummed softly, closing his eyes tightly because of the pain. Before Trevor was grabbed and pushed onto the ground, it was Vance,, the strongest kid in the school, he went in front of Robin, as he towered over Trevor who was on the ground, looking coldly at him.

Trevor's eyes widen as Vance stands over him. He is absolutely frightened by the look on his face. Trevor slowly looks back up at him and tries to form a sentence through his fear.“Vance, I-“Trevor's voice was cut short as he looked up at Vance and his fear of him grew more and more knowing Vance would break bones if he really wanted to, his anger wasn’t something to be messed with.

Trevor made a laugh as in he know he fucked up, “ I was just joking Vance… learn to take a joke… “ he says, before Vance’s grabs his scissors out, staring down the boy that was on the ground looking up at Vance in horror, “ Vance..? “ he says, “Vance that’s not funny… “ he says before Vance attacks him with the scissors, cutting the boy’s mouth open and more, When done, robin stared in shock, as he looked at the bloodied male, before running off covering his face, Vance turned around to face Robin, before kneeling down “ Arellano. You dropped this. “ he says giving Robin his bandanna back, as Robin took it, his eyes softened looking up at Vance , as his smile began to come back again as he hugs Vance tightly.

#creepypasta oc #oc doodles #art trades #robin arellano #vance hopper #art #creepypasta rp #the black phone #storytime #short story #i love my bsf #bsf #sunshine #sunshine protector

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theanonymousninja247 · 8 months

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✨📓 Storytime 📓✨

So I’ve pretty much decided that I wanna use tumblr as a wackadoo version of my journal because where else can I share my completely bonker thoughts and feel safe enough to be weird to do right? 😅

AnYhOo, there’s this guy who I’ll affectionately call Golden Sunshine Boy #GSB, who I’ve been lowkey not subtle at ALL crushing on for like 2+ years lately. He’s genuinely the purest most wholesome bean to exist on this entire planet, like you look up the word cinnamon roll or good boy and you’d pull up his name. Which is one of the reasons he caught my eye.

Well lo and behold, our mutual friend one day had invited me over for an holiday and told me hesitantly that he had gotten a girlfriend. Turns they’ve been dating for quite some time now, and I didn’t even know.

Funny enough as I casually started talking to GSB, I find out that not only is he dating this girl, but recently had a meeting with her father.

Yep. THAT kind of meeting.

And this man, this sweet, wholesome, lovable idiot of a man, turns to me with his stinking beautiful golden shinning smile and says with all the excitement of a small child:

GSB: “You know what? You actually helped me!”

Me: “wut?”

GSB: “Yeah! I met with S/O’s dad the other day and you actually helped me with the interview because we were talking about conflict styles. Since you had shared that test with me the last time we talked (I study Human Development and Communication for school and we had been talking about a bunch of relationship stuff previously) I was able to show him the screenshot of my results!”

Me: … ☝🏼😦 ✊🏼 😐

Welp turns out that I’m so good at third wheeling that I just helped the “love of my life” get engaged to someone else. Go figure 😅🥲💔

#story of my life #i’m giving up #short story #journal entry #small rant #thirdwheellife #I’m so bad I’m good😎✌🏼#Engagement problems #The irony gods laugh at me #I’m ok really #Just thought it was funny #be real #my daily struggles with the sunshine child #crush problems #storytime #original story #just being jayus #jayus adventures #jayus

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strangersmunsons · 9 months

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read 'em and weep

you and Eddie meet at the library. he’s smitten.

Contains: Eddie x Reader, bookworm!reader, lovesick!Eddie, reader gives Eddie book recommendations. No mention of reader’s physical appearance, no use of y/n. Warnings: brief mention of loneliness & negligence in Eddie’s childhood. Word Count: ~2.2k it's my hope to make this a little series! i think eddie is def a bookish guy - no lord of the rings quoting, metal head dungeon master hates reading. he would certainly be open to any fantasy/horror recs you had for him! <3

Indiana. 1989.

Hawkins Library sees a lot of action in the summer.

They offer a wide variety of youth programs to keep the local kids busy and the parents sane while school is out. One of the main events is Saturday Story Time, a beloved weekly staple that you have recently been tasked with putting on.

It’s simple. You gather a number of books, usually with a common theme, and then read a select few to the children who had signed up for the day. Most of the kids in attendance are no older than six or so, with some parents even pulling up chairs to the back so they can sit with infants cradled in their arms. The older ones sit criss-cross-applesauce on carpet squares in front of you, their chubby faces alight with giggles as you recount each silly, fantastical story with all the spirit you can muster.

And then there’s always an accompanying arts and crafts project, of course. If you read The Very Hungry Caterpillar then, naturally, you have to make little googly-eyed caterpillars out of popsicle sticks and colorful pom-poms. You don’t make the rules.

If trouble occurs during Story Time, it’s usually in this phase. (Giving paste to toddlers is always a gamble – you never know what they’re gonna do with that.)

And on this particular morning, it’s been chaos from start to finish. A whopping eighteen kids had signed up, and you stretched yourself pretty thin trying to attend to everyone.

One of the babies spit up directly onto the little girl sitting in front of him and his mother. Someone slipped on their carpet square and fell harshly to the floor, earning a bruised elbow that you gently fussed over. You wrangled a pair of twins who fought bitterly over a bottle of Elmer’s glue. There were three individual running-with-scissors-scares and, finally, you spent a good ten minutes soothing one sobbing child with whom there was nothing apparently wrong with, and that you suspected was just in need of a good cry.

So yeah, it was basically pandemonium.

But eventually, to your great relief, things wound down. The audience dispersed, with their handmade goods clutched in sticky fists, and went to peruse the glossy line of picture books you put out for display. Within the next hour or two, everyone traded the cool darkness of the library for buttery sunshine, and all was quiet again. You waved cheerfully to the last parent-child duo as they made their exit, promising them that there’d be a fun activity next weekend too.

You love these storytime sessions, you really do, but sheesh. Sometimes they run you ragged. With the havoc of the morning finally over, and the promise of lunch in your near future, you try to shake off the weariness, and instead take it upon yourself to clean up the disorganized mess someone’s made of the horror section.

You’re going about your work, tongue poking out in concentration as you strain to reach the really high shelves, when you notice someone standing in your peripheral vision. You turn and glance at him, or at least, what you can see of him. He’s half-hidden by the shelf behind you, but you catch sight of brown hair and denim.

A pale face appears on a craned neck from around the corner. His dark eyes meet yours, widen slightly when he sees that you’ve caught him lurking, and he abruptly disappears again.

You purse your lips to hide your smile. This isn’t uncommon; such moments often occur when you’re cleaning up a section of books someone is hoping to sift through. In a small act of kindness, you move over to the neighboring shelf and look for something to busy yourself with; trying to give the guy a chance to browse without having to ask you to step aside.

He doesn’t emerge. You wait, expecting to sense him passing by you, but no dice. It’s amusing to think that someone might be frightened to approach you (You? Really?) but you can’t help feeling sorry that you were in his way.

The rest of your shift is rather uneventful. At the end of the day, you punch out and head home, the stranger behind the shelf forgotten.

When you come back to work on Monday, it’s much quieter than the last morning you’d been in. You greet your coworkers and set up shop at the front desk, opening up a book of your own to pass the time until someone needed assistance.

You’ve been reading for about half an hour when the big double doors open up for the day’s first visitor, the sound echoing loudly in the silent, spacious room. You look up in interest, ready to greet the person with a warm smile.

“Good morning!” you softly call out as he comes into view. He walks slowly towards you, shoes scuffing the checkered tile with each step. As he comes nearer, you can see that he’s biting his lip, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, the gesture oozing self-consciousness. He only makes eye contact with you for a second before his gaze flits away again.

He’s pretty conspicuous-looking to be approaching the desk with such hesitance, you think. He has dark hair that hangs in slightly-scraggly curls down to his chest, and huge dark eyes. The pale skin of his arms, sticking out from within a denim vest/Judas Priest t-shirt combo, are littered with tattoos.

He pauses a few feet away from you, like he’s debating whether he wants to stop and chat, or to simply veer off towards the bookshelves and start browsing. Ultimately he decides to shuffle forward, closing the distance between the two of you.

“Hi there. What can I do for you?” you ask, voice gentle but encouraging.

He looks down and rests a hand on the desk, absentmindedly tracing the wood pattern with his thumb. “Um, yes.” He doesn’t offer anything else.

There’s a pregnant pause, both of you digesting the fact that what you had asked was not a yes or no question.

He tries again. “I…am in need…of some new reading material.”

You nod gravely, expression serious. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Did you have anything specific in mind?”

He begins to rock lightly back and forth on his feet, contemplating. “I like fantasy, especially Tolkien. I read a lot of horror, too, and sometimes sci-fi. If you had any suggestions for me, that’d be great.”

“Oh, we can certainly find you something,” you reassure him, already flipping through a mental rolodex of your favorite books in those genres. “Here, come with me.”

You stand and move around the desk to meet him, beckoning for him to follow.

Eddie watches you run a delicate hand over the spines of the books, keenly aware of the clammy sweat that’s flooding his own palms. Be cool, Munson.

“So,” you begin, a gleam of excitement in your eyes, “you like fantasy. Do you read Le Guin?”

Eddie nods eagerly, hair bouncing slightly with the movement. “Oh yeah, I’ve read the Earthsea trilogy.”

“Have you read any of The Hainish Cycle books?”

“I haven’t read those ones, no.”

You pull out two slim paperbacks from the row, holding each one out for him so he can study the covers. “These ones are science fiction, and they’re pretty good. You might like Rocannon’s World since it’s similar to a fantasy novel, but personally I think Left Hand of Darkness is the best.” You suddenly pause, and look around furtively, like you were checking to make sure that you two are really alone. You even put a hand up to the side of your mouth, as though shielding the conversation from eavesdroppers.

“Honestly,” you lower your voice like you’re admitting something scandalous, “I even liked it better than Earthsea.”

“No!” Eddie immediately matches your whispered, gossipy tone and lets his jaw drop, pretending to be aghast.

“Yes!” you insist, seemingly delighted by his willingness to play along. Eddie’s heart soars.

“I guess I can’t refute that until I read it, huh? What’s it about?” he asked, taking it from your hand.

“An envoy is visiting this frozen alien planet, and he’s trying to convince them to join this intergalactic coalition that he represents, but they’re making it like, really difficult for him. Also, gender doesn’t exist, and there’s political turmoil stemming from border disputes.”

“...oh. Cool.”

The next half-hour passes in this fashion. Your soft, mild demeanor is aglow with enthusiasm as you pull out book after book, giving him an off-the-cuff elevator pitch for each. Eddie can practically feel the cartoon hearts swirling around his head, bright pink and red bubbles that are almost certainly going to appear out of thin air and give him away.

He can’t put his finger on what it is, precisely, that’s pulling him in so deeply, drawing him towards you like a magnet with an opposite pole. Maybe it’s the tender way you talk about each book, the love and care that’s so tangible in your sweet voice, the way you speak about them as though they’re your old friends. Perhaps they are.

It’s not an unfamiliar concept to Eddie. A childhood steeped in loneliness and poverty, instability and dysfunction, neglect from his volatile and unreliable parents…yeah, he gets it. The wanting, the longing, the dire need to escape to someplace that doesn’t exist, some place where things were better and didn’t hurt, a dreamworld that would be kinder to a scrawny little boy with unwashed hair and a mean father.

The closest he ever came to it was when he lost himself between the yellowed and dog-eared pages of the few, precious books he owned.

So he listens to you chatter away with chest-aching tenderness, already thinking that he could listen to you like this for hours and be glad for it.

“You love fantasy, but you’ve never read The Last Unicorn?”

Eddie gives you an apologetic half-shrug, no longer able to keep the goofy, besotted grin from unfurling across his face. “Never got around to it, I guess.”

“It makes me cry. You have to take it,” you tell him with pleading eyes, adding it to the top of the growing pile in his arms before he can refuse. Not that he ever would. How could he, when you look at him like that?

“You cry at this one, really?” He looks curiously at the artwork on the front, an innocent picture of the pale horned creature. “But it’s so unassuming…”

“Don’t be fooled, it’ll get you. Take it,” you repeat.

Eddie shifts the stack of books to cradle it in one arm, so he can raise the other at you in a salute. “Yes, ma’am. And when I’m finished with it, I’ll give you a full report on the emotional damage it caused me.”

This makes you giggle, lips turned up in a gorgeous smile, and Eddie knows he’s a goner.

Back at the front, you resume your previous positions at the desk. Him in front and you behind, this time separated by a short pile of books.

You hold your hand out. “Card, please, sir.” Polite and professional, but with a little sparkle in your eye that lets Eddie hope for a moment that his time with you this morning was more pleasure than business.

He fumbles with his wallet, slipping out his library card and slotting it between his index and middle fingers, extending it for you to take. His chunky silver rings catch the light.

You accept the offering. “Thank you” – you quickly read the messy signature at the bottom – “Edward.” You look back at him with a grin.

He cringes, face scrunching in embarrassment. “Oh God. Call me Eddie, please.”

The scanner gives a little chirp! as you begin the checkout process, nodding. “Will do, Eddie.” His name sounds like a song when you say it, one he never wants to stop listening to.

You finish scanning his books, and slide a receipt into the jacket of the novel on top (which just so happens to be Katherine Dunn’s Geek Love). Instead of sliding the stack towards him, you keep both hands clasped on the cover, hesitating. You bite your lip, an unconscious imitation of himself earlier. “Listen….”

Eddie straightens up a little, stomach flipping like a coin. “Yeah?”

You bow your head. “I’m sorry if I talked too much. It’s just – most people who come in don’t actually ask me for recommendations, and I got excited,” you admit quietly, looking sheepish.

“Don’t apologize,” Eddie says without missing a beat. “I appreciate it. I really enjoyed it, actually,” he adds, eager to quell your anxiety. “I liked talking with you.” More than you know.

“O-oh,” you stutter, taken aback. “I liked talking with you, too.”

Eddie nods, smiling slightly. “Would you like to…talk again?” He flushes scarlet and coughs. Smooth. “I just mean, when I finish these” – he motions towards the day’s finds – “we have to discuss them, right? You helped me pick ‘em out, after all.”

“Of course. You have to let me know what you think.”

His smile gets bigger. “So we’ll reconvene?”

“We’ll reconvene,” you chuckle.

“Awesome. Looking forward to it.” He sweeps up his books, and gives you a little wave. “Thanks again, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.”

And he can hardly wait. It looks like he’s got a lot of reading to do…

thanks for reading!!! <3 edit: this is now a series! Read Ch. 2-> Here!

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x bookworm!reader #stranger things fanfiction

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pixiesfz · 1 month

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where’s the tent? s.c x child!reader

apart of sunshine series

plot: your first time at Matilda’s camp

warning: fluff, sunshine and Harper world domination

"Sunshine which toy do you want with you on the plane and which one do you want to put in your suitcase?" Steph asked you whilst holding two bears in front of you.

One was your teddy that Lara gave you and the other was a new Teddy that you had picked out with your new friend Harper when you went shopping with her and her mums.

You looked in between the two bears before pointing at Lara's "take on plane" you mumbled and Steph smiled "okay sunshine"

"Can we film doing hair again?" you ask as Steph zips up your suitcase "I want plaits" you smiled and put your hands on your pajama pants you were still in.

"We have to go soon Sunshine," Steph told you before picking you up and resting you on her hip "How bout we get changed and then we see if we can do hair, if not we can do it at the airport with Kyra and Caitlin"

"Caitlin can't do hair" you mumbled and Steph laughed "She's only used to pony tails"

It was early in the morning and you were still very tired but you weren't complaining as Steph told you that you were going to camp for the first time, the first time she went to camp since adopting you she didn't bring you.

You stayed at Auntie Leah's but you didn't like it, you threw a tantrum every night when you didn't have a Storytime with Stephy and you didn't like the accent Leah had.

Even if it was the same as yours, you still called yourself Australian and were trying to mimic Steph's voice.

Steph thought to take you this time but you didn't know how you would handle being in another country.

Steph dressed you in comfortable clothes and did put your hair in one plait before she drove you both to the airport where you met with Kyra and Caitlin.

"Ready for camp Sunshine?" Caitlin asked you and you nodded "You excited to see Harper?" Kyra chimed in and you jumped up and down from excitement.

"Harper my best friend"

The two girls nodded with smiles as Steph pulled out Lara's teddy and Caitlin and Kyra lined up for the plane "ready?" she asked and you nodded "hand please" you lifted your hand for Steph to take which she did.

On the plane you weren't too bad, more excited for the snack woman to come up and down as you gave Steph your 'puppy eyes' as the Aussie called them.

"You're too young for diet coke Sunshine"

"But when Kyra gave me some-"

"Kyra what"

Steph's eyes popped out of her sockets before she turned around to see a peacefully sleeping Kyra that was sat next to Caitlin who was on her phone before Steph texted her.

You watched as Caitlin slapped the younger girl awake.

You had fallen asleep not much longer and Steph was grateful for it, especially when people walking by would 'aw' at your cuteness.

When the plane landed you woke up and gripped on to Steph, asking her to hold you as a lot of people were walking around, you didn't want to get lost.

You finally got out and fell back asleep on Steph's shoulder as she grabbed all your luggage and made her way into the Uber that Matilda camp had ordered for the three Arsenal girls.

"C'mon Sunshine time to wake up" Steph nudged you awake before she entered the hotel, she wanted to make sure you were at least familiar with the setting before you woke up in the morning.

You were amazed by all the cool lights around you, pointing at little things that amazed you as Steph nodded and talked about them with you.

"Do we want to go to dinner or have a nap first?" Steph asked you and you looked around, more energized from your long naps "Harper" you answered and Steph put you down, her hand still in yours.

"Dinner it is"

When you saw your best friend in the Dinner room, you ran off in a sprint "Harper!" you yelled and the other little girl started running to you as well until you met each other in a hug, the media person catching it on video as the girls awed at the sight.

Katrina walked over to Steph "Sunshine was good on the plane?" she asked with a slight smirk and Steph breathed out "I was so happy".

You and Harper sat on the floor, inviting players down every now and then before your mums forced you to eat your dinners which they got for you.

"Where you talking to Teagan?" Steph asked and you nodded "Teagan's cool, want to see Corkey next" you said and she nodded "You like Courtney don't you, is she your favourite?" she asked and you looked at Steph "But you're my favourite"

Steph seemed to smile at your words and brought you into a hug "Thankyou Sunshine".

When you finished you ran over to Courtney who was with Mary and red hair Courtney "Corkeyyyy" you yelled out, still not very not good with her name.

The blonde raised her arms for you as you jumped up into her arms "Did you miss me?" she asked and you nodded "yes!"

You had only met Courtney a couple of times in London and you had seen pictures of her that Kyra had in her apartment as they used to go to school together.

You just babbled with words as you sat with the three younger girls as Harper played with Charli and Kyra.

Katrina and Steph just called it free babysitting.

When you arrived to your room with Steph you looked around confused and with furrowed eyebrows as your arms crossed over each other "What's wrong Sunshine?"

"Where's the tent?" you asked and Steph cocked her head, also confused "What do you mean Sunshine?"

"This is camp, why no tent?"

Steph just smiled warmly at your words before picking you and explaining to you that soccer camp is different before you fell asleep in her arms.

#woso #woso x reader #woso soccer #woso community #matildas #steph catley x reader #steph catley #sunshine

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astrolovecosmos · 7 months

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Aries: Inspired and Alive Taurus: Safety and Pleasure Gemini: Keep Things Moving Cancer: Comfort Zone Leo: Spotlight and Sunshine Virgo: Reliable and Grounded Libra: Captivating with Plenty of Conversation Scorpio: Emotional Depths Sagittarius: A Sense of Wonder Capricorn: Strong and Stable Aquarius: Storytime or Party Time Pisces: Meaningful Moments or Connections

#zodiac #astrology #zodiac signs #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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starsurface · 3 months

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these are great :) Plz plz mk1 headcanons for care-giver Liu Kang with a baby regressor

Oh my goodness, Liu Kang would be such a great CG!!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Lord Liu Kang w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

🌟 Ugh, he's such a good CG :(

🌟 Another CG that does really good with almost all ages too!!

🌟 But absolutely adores baby regressors (guys they're so cute, come on 🥺)

🌟 Favorite CG nicknames are Dada, Papa, Liu-Liu, or honestly just babbling and grabby hands for him (he finds it adorable)

🌟 But will be absolutely floored if you called him any kind of CG indication nickname!!!

🌟 Favorite nicknames for you are Firestarter, Starlight, Sunshine, Baby, Sweetie, Honey, Little One, my Flame, Tiny Fire 🥺

🌟 If your nonverbal or just like babbling more than talking, he's actually very good at finding out what you want rather quickly

🌟 Tummy time is one of his favorite activities, especially if you lay on his chest (finds it really funny when you try to eat his nose at times)

🌟 Since your a baby, you can't really meditate with him, but it's another good opportunity for play mat tummy time that he'll have installed into his personal room

🌟 If you wanna try to meditated, he's very encouraging!!!

🌟 (^ But we all know either your going to pass out on his lap or slowly chew on all his fingers)

🌟 Very good and gentle with biters or chewers

🌟 Mostimes he'll just remind you that we don't bite and tease on whether your a baby or an monkey (meanie >:(

🌟 Will get you a super cute paci that's all decorated based off your favorite animal, or a dragon

🌟 I can see him really liking storytime, but acting out storytime (especially if he gets to pretend to be a dragon for whatever reason)

🌟 He's not very good at acting the parts, but he always gets you to giggle and clap your hands happily, so its always fun in the end

🌟 Very soft with padded regressors

🌟 Any accidents don't need a big fuss or a big cry about, it's all okay, Dade's here to help <3

🌟 If your a naughty baby that thrives off testing his patience? Psh, good luck, this man's patience levels are through the roof!!

🌟 Man has a constant watch over you, always making sure you aren't getting into too much trouble

🌟 Your safety is his number one concern, so matter how much you whine or pout

🌟 Very on dot with the rules unless your this tiny, because he understands that you might not know exactly what your doing wrong

🌟 Still won't let you eat more candy than necessary though >:/

🌟 Really easily persuade like Nightwolf though, just sit and look at the ground going ‘🥺’ and you'll get whatever candy you want >:3

🌟 Another big outside encourager

🌟 Will take you to his favorite hill with a blanket and some soft toys and you two can have a picnic!! :D

🌟 Even though this man's already very gentle with you, he becomes extremely gentle when it comes to naptime

🌟 There's not much fussing over naptime unfortunately :(

🌟 He'll set up a small naptime routine you two do together (put all the toys away, brush teeth, brush hair, get into soft jammies)

🌟 If you don't own any jammies, he will go out of his way and get you the nicest pair of jammies he can find (will probably do this if you do anyways, so you can match!!)

🌟 Amazing cuddles, especially in the winter!! He runs more warmer since he's the God of fire

🌟 Might suck a bit during the summers but he'll at least hold your hand or have one arm on you if you're too hot

🌟 If you regress negatively for any reason or just overall feel icky that day, he's very comforting

🌟 Rocking you, focusing all his time and attention on you, trying to make any bad thoughts or memories go away

🌟 He's very set on making sure his baby feels a little bit better by the end of the day, even if he has to do the most silliest things to make you happy <3

🌟 If you attempt any of his super awesome ninja moves while small he might just have a heart attack

🌟 Especially since your a bit too young to be attempting ANY of his really awesome moves :(

🌟 But if you lay on your back and do something similar to his bicycle kick, he'll look very proud in you

🌟 If you made him anything while small, he's keeping it and cherishing it like it's an artifact from ancient blah blah blah

🌟 Even if it was just a piece of paper with two wiggle lines because you got bored!! It's hanging on his wall and he's very proud of it

🌟 Is really good with hissy fits and getting you to calm down

🌟 Will walk around the room and bounce you

🌟 Generally just likes having you in his arms, your his baby after all <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

He's so Dad coded, I love him. :3

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #liu kang #mk1 liu kang #lord liu kang #cg liu kang #caregiver liu kang #mk agere #liu kang x reader #lord Liu Kang x reader #mk1 liu kang x reader

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mimixso · 30 days

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the psych ward

rei (@mimixso) - gained a following when one of her extremely questionable cooking streams got popular. to this day, people are still absolutely baffled by the fact that she was able to burn water. she still does cooking streams once every few months, but most of her viewers also tune in for her gaming and karaoke streams. people know her as the most girlfailure streamer of all time, and they often speculate that kazuha does all the cooking in their household (spoiler alert: they're right). her chat enjoys making fun of her (in a silly way) because her reactions are very loser-coded. she's extremely easy to fluster, and both chat and her streamer friends take advantage of that fact. despite being a little bit wacky, she tries her best to help her friends by mixing their covers from time to time.

melon (@littlebluejayy) - people can't believe that he exists. he's just too goofy to be real. melon is known as one of the most chaotic streamers out of the group, but people appreciate his sense of humour and his antics with other streamers (especially xiao). most of his content revolves around playing shitty mobile games, rhythm games, and dating sims. his dating sim streams tend to be the most popular because there's always a 99% chance that his bf will pop in to slander one of the characters (omg xiao jealous of a fictional character?). similarly to rei, melon's chat enjoys bullying him for fun. most of the time, they'll make fun of him for being xiao's #1 simp, but deep down, they're all miao fans. he also gets accused of being a furry every week because of his obsession with being an alpha male.

yui (@kunix) - a popular artist who started off their content creation career by making undertale animatics! they often stream their random shenanigans and roblox gameplay on their channel. most of the time, they're quiet and calm, and as a result, they have virtually no haters. their chat absolutely adores them and sees them as an angel. people love their voice so much that they've gotten voice acting roles in a few games. their streamer friends always get whiplash when they hear yui's voice in a video game. when fans learned that yui was dating scaramouche, they were in absolute shock. they were practically polar opposites. however, over time, people began to appreciate how yui brought out a softer side to scaramouche.

oliver (@xlivr) - chaos part 2. fans would adore oliver for their jokes and personality. she's definitely one of the more talkative members of the group, and as such, her storytime/just chatting streams are nearly as popular as her gaming content. it's not rare for him to flirt with his friends (platonically, of course). due to this, fans have lots of content for their oliver x (other streamer) compilations. there are nearly more oliver x yui, oliver x alexis, and oliver x ari compilations than oliver x ajax compilations. aside from his shipability (i made up a word </3), one of the main reasons people love oliver is the fact that they don’t take shit from anyone. she’ll literally rip the haters to shreds, especially if they target her friends.

èlise (@uinnea) - the sweetheart of the group. she's super supportive of her friends, and she'll ensure that they always know how much she loves them. being too wholesome is the only crime that she would ever go to jail for. èlise is incredibly dedicated and always tries her hardest to make her content as perfect as possible for her fans. although people love her for that, they're also concerned about her wellbeing. they console themselves with the fact that her boyfriend, lyney, pampers the hell out of her! beneath all the sunshine and rainbows, èlise is also a very chaotic individual. although she's not quite as rabid dog as melon or oliver, there are still times where she'll get a little bit too silly.

alexis (@alekav) - another absolute saint. they're very outwardly affectionate towards the people they care about, and as a result, it's led to her being shipped with various other streamers within the friend group (especially oliver) despite the fact that they're already dating kaveh. many people joke about alexis' relationship with kaveh being a coverup for their relationship with oliver. apart from that inside joke, fans admire alexis' understanding nature. he's often the mediator whenever his friends get into lighthearted arguments on stream (someone give her a raise!). they also have a great eye for aesthetics and often help out with the layouts of their friends' weekly stream schedules!

ari (@i--luv--you) - super smart! fans are scared whenever ari decides to stream with albedo because their combined brainpower is just too much for chat to handle. people are convinced that if they wanted to, they could take over the world together (cue the au edits). ari is the type of person to pause their gameplay to do chat's homework questions on screen. she'd pull up ms paint or something in order to show them how to figure out the answer! at least 50% of his audience is made up of academic victims who desperately need his help.

the bfs' profiles are going to be in a different post! finally posted this because monday "alpha" melon told me to get back in the kennel.

#📸 — streamer au #💕 — spoken from the heart #🌸 — kazurei #🐈 — miao #⛅️ — scarayui #🫧 — chiliver #💍 — lynèl #🪽 — kavexis #💫 — aribedo

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sunshine-and-pink-skies · 19 days

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I need to rant for a minute.

So my Special Education class was scheduled to be on the upper playground at school today. Aka the only playground we have with swings.

And there were already 3 classes out there when we got there.

Well one of our autistic kids, who only thing in the entire world they like is the swings, did not get to swing today. The kids on the swing who had already been out there far past their scheduled time, refused to give them a swing. My student got so upset and started crying and screaming bc once again it the ONLY thing they like to do. The student in the swing was all smiling and taunting my student too. Their teachers were totally oblivious to all of it.

Well, I looked at the recess schedule and found out we are the only ones suppose to be on that playground on Fridays! THE OTHER CLASSES AREN'T EVEN SUPPOSE TO BE THERE! THEY ARE SCHEDULED FOR A DIFFERENT PLAYGROUND! there's 1 class scheduled right before us and should be going inside 5 minutes after we come out and they aren't the ones out there with us every Friday.

Y'all and so mad. I'm infuriated. My students haven't got to play on the on the slides' jungle gym, or swings all year bc the other classes have been out there.

THERE'S A SCHEDULE FOR A REASON!

And not only are they on the wrong playground the other classes are staying out twice as long as they should be. Their kids hog all the equipment. Besides my swing kid the rest of my kids never get to play on the equipment. Bc of all the other kids. They deserve their turn! That's why the schedule is like it is! This has been going on all year! We can't just stay out extra bc my students get pulled for resources immediately after recess. So the 20 minutes we are scheduled is the only time we get.

And I know we gotta teach my swing kid they can't get everything they want. It is something they struggle with. But that lesson shouldn't be about the ONLY thing they enjoy. Let's leave that for the schoolwork they don't like.

I know I'm very much like "this is the Schedule! It must be followed!" And I HATE when it isn't. And in the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter. My kids still get to run around and play by playing tag or kicking a ball. and there's no real point in saying anything especially when there's only 6 weeks of school left. I gotta let it go. My kids don't know the difference. I'm the only one upset about this.

But I'm so upset that once again other people are doing things to benefit themselves at the cost of my kids. It happens all the time and It isn't fair.

How can you stand there while my SpEd kid cries "I want to swing. I want to swing!" And be so cruel.

#storytime with sunshine #teacher life

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coline7373 · 10 months

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pompadourpink · 1 year

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Bonjour! I just saw the ask of the lost 17 year old and I cant help but feel like Im in a similar position. I'm 28 years old and I feel like I shouldve figured out what I want to do in life. I feel like I wasted my 20s on simply going with the flow and "ill figure it out later" mentality. I've also recently been fired from a job I should love but after three months I found so boring. I stayed there for a year just to get some exeprience. Now that Im unemployed again I get rejected over and over again and feel so useless. Even for jobs Im excited about the passion fizzles, and I dont even know what I want to do. Or what I'm even good at anymore.

Hello dear,

Dr Write too much, PhD, is back in the office, woohoo!

One, you're not supposed to have an epiphany one night and find out what your calling is. You don't have one. You're not a machine. You're a brain in a meat suit and you came without instructions, which means you don't have a function. Capitalism put us in this position. Existing is enough, and work is a human invention - food and shelter originally didn't have a price tag. We tend to think of the Ancient Greeks as the most advanced, wisest civilisation there's ever been. Do you think they wondered about what their manager is going to say if they dodged their phone call at 9pm on Friday or lost sleep over getting ghosted on Tinder? No, they had a lot of wine, a lot of bread, a lot of sex, and walked around in beautiful gardens with their companions. And they didn't feel bad about it. Why would they?

Two, you can reinvent yourself as many times as you want. Storytime!

When I went to Rome for my birthday back in 2018, I bumped into a Colosseo guide named Tahar who was around my boomer father's age and so happy to make a friend he started telling me about his life over breakfast, how he had studied physics, loved the stars, never had a family so he travelled a lot, had been in Rome for about a month, and gotten the job by hanging out around the Colosseo and having little talks with other guides in French, English, Arabic and broken Italian until their boss decided to hire him just because he was friendly. He even confessed that at night, he would go and have a drink in fancy bars to try and find tourists to sell tours to at a higher price so he could pocket the difference.

At the time, I was nearly 26, ten days away from leaving a terrible minimum-wage job, had lived in the same area of the country my whole life and the same city for 8 years, had a recently broken heart and was still recovering from a severe case of mononucleosis that is still to this day the worst pain I've ever felt.

I didn't stay in touch with Tahar because he got flirty and started insinuating that it wasn't too late for him to settle down and have a kid or two while holding my hands and that was not going to happen. However, I still think about him once in a while, when I catch myself being paralysed by fear of the unknown.

My guy had nothing, no house, furniture, wife, kids, local friends, parents, savings, was paid to ramble about history and make jokes in the sunshine, lived paycheck to paycheck; and he was happy, tanned, eating fruit and drinking wine with a huge smile on his face nella bella Roma, kilometres away from thinking of himself as a failure. He was doing exactly what he wanted, and where, and when, and with whom, and while he clearly wasn't a role model, he is the one person I have ever met who lived life on his own terms and is 100% going to die without regrets.

Three, take a step back. I talked about it recently but it is vital that we calm down and stop chasing numbers and short-lived adrenaline. Go spend a day outside, at the beach, in the countryside, the mountains - it doesn't matter, just away from home, and lay down, relax, and listen to what the world has to say to you. We all love to think that happiness is our number one priority, but it is rarely the case - I hinted about it in the 17-year-old post: if you think of your perfect day and compare it to your current circumstances, those two lists would be very different. We keep talking to people who make us miserable, eating stuff that gives us tumtum aches, wearing shoes that hurt our feet, and wonder why we are upset and can't sleep well.

And I'm guilty of that too. I have always had that mental image of the seaside, a walk on the beach, the sun, a dog, lavender ice cream, a man and a couple of kids running around, and then home, a movie, a blanket, the fire. I don't have any of that. I live in a very grey city, alone with my geriatric cat, working all day long, not knowing where to go, changing my mind constantly, thinking maybe I should just stay here and keep saving money for a house, drowning in my routines like a little hamster on a wheel. I love my life, but I'm not satisfied yet, because like you, my 20s were spent differently, and now I'm trying to catch up a little.

The truth is that I'll never be where my former classmates who took a different path are, but they will also never be where I am. They have more regrets than me. They look at my life, my freedom, my absence of morning alarm, my joy, my projects, my head full of dreams, and they envy me. I am *that girl* who spent an hour this morning looking up how to move to Barcelona as an entrepreneur within the Schengen space. You are her too, people just won't tell you.

So what do you do now? You find a part-time job you're not going to hate and won't have to take home at night so you can pay bills, you look for your joy until you find it, you explore your interests, figure out your goals, maybe see if you have a (current or potential future) skill you could use to start a side-business, alone or with another person, whether it's baking or tailoring, that you could do routinely without hating yourself after a while, and spend your free time doing exactly what you want. If it fails, the end of the road is very far away and you can always try again.

It won't be a waste of time. That's not how time works.

Love,

Mum

#ask #malks

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