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ghxstyfae · 2 months

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A B C's ♡ R.Cameron Headcanons

Warnings: breeding kink with intent of pregnancy, nsfw, baby fever,

Synopsis: Rafes fiance is a kindergarten teacher and is experiencing extreme baby fever, Rafe decides to breed her

Taglist: @sunflowerleii

The new school year started and in walked a bunch of puffy-faced toddlers, happy as can be, everyday.

"Hi Mrs. Cameron!" "Have a good lunch Mrs. C!" "Can you help with my zipper please?"

Ugh they're adorable. By the third month of teaching kindergarten you were off the deep end. Your whole social medias were filled with cute babies and you couldnt stop picturing what a mix of you and rafe would look like

It got worse when you started dragging Rafe through baby asiles.

He kinda thought it was a joke at first

"You trying to tell me something baby?"

Yes you were!!

You kept telling him you "forgot" to pick up your birth control prescription

But he keeps using a condom? Does he not want babies with you?

One day he finds you holding little ugg baby booties you impulse bought, crying into your pillow.

"Whats wrong baby? What happened?"

And thats when you start wailing about wanting a baby and how he didnt want to give you one.

Hes just like "When did i say i wouldnt get you pregnant??"

Kisses your tummy and tells you how beautiful you'll look, swelling with his seed

"Gonna keep you home, nursing our little baby, being a perfect little mommy hm?"

He kneads your breasts and tells you that soon they'll be filled with nourishment for your baby

"Fuck should've had you teaching the kindies earlier huh? Wouldve made you a mommy already."

He fucks your hard, barely pulling out to thrust in again.

Probably about 3/4 rounds

He wouldn't pull out when hes done, probaly would make you cockwarm him for atleast half an hour.

"Its okay baby, you can rest, ill wake you up when i take us to the shower. For now just let it take."

"We'll go out for supper, make sure you'll get some salmon. Then ill pick up some tests and call Dr. Halls and let her know what we're planning for huh?"

Just keeps making plans, speaking lowly in your ears, even though he knows your probably not listening.

When hes sorta sure you've fallen asleep, he cradles you and whispers.

"Gonna make sure im better then my dad okay baby? Wont ever hurt you. Wont ever hurt out baby. You're the most important thing to me. Ill always keep you safe."

After a few weeks, you wake up at nearly six in the morning with morning sickness, and present a positive pregnancy test to Rafe and celebrate

He becomes MUCH more protective over you, especially when you start showing

The kids in your class are the sweetest, most curious little things ♡

"You have a tiny person in your tummy? Are they sleeping?"

Rafe visits her class multiple times a week, and the kids have become kinda accustomed to him

"Hi Mr. Cameron! Look at what Mrs. C Gave me!"

Once you go on maternity leave, he sets everything up to work from home as well, only going in once a week kr for bigger meetings.

The kids in your class make you cards and stuff💝

Rafe always gives you whatever your craving, helps you when your crying kr feeling over emotional, etc.

#fanfiction #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe headcanons #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe x pregnant!reader #rafe #rafe obx

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samssims · 9 months

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Plumbob Prep Academy

Teaches & Students Wanted ~ An August Back to School Prompt List

Shoutout to @sparkiekong for the inspiration

Time to sharpen those pencils and get those backpacks ready because I want you to build a school, staff and all! Fill your sims game with more teachers and students of all ages! ((Teacher friends, this one should be great fun for you!)) Use this as a CAS challenge or a photo challenge! Whatever speaks to you! Use the #PlumbobPrep to add to our community of school staff and use #samssims if you'd like a reblog! I'd love to see what you create!

Starts August 1st!

Build a School ~ The School is on a budget so some teachers share roles, but you can add an extra challenge to yourself and make a teacher for each individual subject if you prefer.

Teachers: - Principal - Art/Drama Teacher - Math/Science Teacher - English/Foreign Language Teacher - Gym Teacher - Teacher's Aid - School Nurse Bonus: Tell me the teacher drama. Which teachers are secretly dating or who hates their neighboring teacher next door?

Show off your sim through their school years!

Student Photos: - First Day of Kindy (Toddler) - First Day of Primary (Child) - First Day of Secondary (Teen) Bonus: Show us their last days and how it changed from the beginning of the year to the end.

Focusing more on the High School/Secondary Stages of school, show off which students would fill certain roles!

Student Positions: - Cheerleading Captain - Sports (of your choice) Captain - Chess Captain - Theater Kid - Prom Court - Valedictorian

BONUS: Put your sims up for public download and I may just use them in the school I am building for my NSB save! And so others can use them to build their own schools too!

Have fun with this! Populate your town with more sims or use one sim and dress them up in different roles. Feel free to add more roles that are not included! Represent Plumbob Prep however you like! However you are inspired, you are correct!

Welcome to Plumbob Prep!

See you soon for the new school year ~

#Sams Themes #ts4 theme #sims 4 theme #monthly theme #ts4 monthly theme #plumbobprep #back to school #sims 4 high school years #ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 prompt list #ts4 prompt list

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resident-gay-bitch · 7 months

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jilypad raising baby harry but still having sirius be his godfather - cause harry is obvi still biologically jilys - and it might confuse a toddler to teach him he has three parents whilst he’s only just learning about mummies and daddies at kindy. but one night he has a bad dream or something and goes to find his daddy for help because he’s the best at nightmares (he’s had so much practice with sirius at hogwarts) and he sees james and sirius kissing and then also sees sirius and lily kissing sometimes because harry’s so sneaky with quiet little footsteps right. and so harry thinks it’s very normal to kiss your friends and that’s how you show that you’re best friends because lily and james always refer to sirius as their best friend.

and so harry goes to school and gives draco a kiss on the playground one afternoon because they’re best friends amd that’s what best friends do and little draco who never sees his parents kiss - who reads books about kisses being a very magical special thing - goes bright red and spends the rest of his kindergarten year thinking him and harry are boyfriends and brings him flowers and things and this litteraly goes on for years until they’re like 12. because they’re kids - a little pec is as crazy as it gets and harry still thinks it’s normal for besties to do that and draco is so in love with his silly boyfriend.

and then one day james sirius and lily sit harry down and decide it’s time to explain polyamory and talk about their real big feelings.

and then harry just freaks out.

they think he’s freaking out because he’s been taught by other kids at school that queerness is bad or whatever but then harry’s just like “so… is it not normal to kiss your best friend? is it not normal to hold their hands when you’re walking down the street and get them flowers. you only do that because you’re all in love?”

and now they’re all freaking out because they don’t know if harry has a boyfriend or not and all the boys are too chicken to ring up and ask because that’s so embarrassing for harry and lily is just sitting there with her head in her hands wondering how the hell her son ended up just as stupid as her dads.

one call to narcissa from her, and she figures it out, “oh, lily! hi, i was going to call later and ask you all over to dinner next week for draco and harry’s anniversary, he just came out to us.”

once again, lilys the one who has to do the communicating for these loveable idiots.

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peantbutter-honeycombs · 2 years

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Being the Youngest Critical Role Member | Critical Role cast x child reader

Summary | You are five years old and newest member of the main Crit cast for Campaign 1

Genre | platonic, fluff

You were invited to join the campaign by Liam, your godfather. He and your parents had been teaching you the game since you started to display a basic grasp of mathematics. Moreover, you’d been sitting in on their home games since you were an infant.

You’d met Matt a couple of times before through your parents’ work with him. You always liked him. He didn't talk down to you as most adults did and seemed to genuinely listen when you made your childish rants.

Under the supervision of one of your parents, you and he created quite the flavorful PC. One that allowed you to come and go as you needed without feeling out of place in the overall narrative.

You were playing a young magic user following the commands of an unseen patron on the quest to avenge your fallen family. Originally you’d wanted a family member as your patron, but Matt’s suggestion allowed room for more improvisation.

Just as your parents had taught you to be, you were as polite as possible during your first session. Which translated into your character. You introduced your character as a child, selling all manners of enchanted weapons they’d retrieved to make ends meet as they traveled Tal’dorei.

Everyone at the table, the first time you spoke, in that instant made up their mind you were a cinnamon roll to be protected.

However, their characters had mixed views; Percival was suspicious as Talisin had rolled high to perceive how you’d attained your magical merchandise; Scanlan was intrigued, amused by your character’s puerile tales of adventure; Grog was interested in a tusky club; the twins were both charmed, you’ve got pluck; Pike, well intentioned, was concerned about your lack of supervision; and Keyleth trusting as ever took an interest in the tales of how you’d retrieved such goods.

Suffice to say, the chat thought you and your half-elven PC were the cutest things. Even your PC’s klepto means of restocking only added to their charm.

You really brought the energy your first time playing with the cast. At first they’d walked on eggshells, taking it easy on you. However, they realized quickly that you were completely capable of holding your own. Liam couldn’t be more proud.

Initially, you’d only join the campaign every once in a while, when the stream and the night staying with godfather correlated. You did have kindy work and a bedtime schedule to consider.

You were a genuine delight both in game and out. The party missed you when you were unable to accompany. Though, Liam did FaceTime you before streams so everyone could check in.

Matt kind of just falls into a pseudo big brother role. (Which is dangerous considering his task as the DM.)

If you mention off handed that they’re something you’d wish to retrieve or witness in the game, there’s a good chance, if possible and plausible, he’ll make it so. You once told Marisha you wanted a pet, only because you’d seen cute images of familiars online. Three sessions later, you had a toad, whom you named ‘Crab’

You always look forward to the ren fair when you know Matt will be there. He makes a big show of you “slaying” him with your toy sword. Moreover, he’s a champion at the craft table and lets you sit on his shoulders to watch tournaments.

His heart breaks when he’s forced to combat your PC. The little pout you make when you’re knocked unconscious. It takes everything in him to stop himself from giving you all your hit points back without rolling.

The Critters miss you when you’re gone. However, because Matt begins to say “Goodnight little critter, sleep well” before break, they’ll blow up the chat with goodnight messages for you as well as others tapping out of the chat at that time.

You develop a fake rivalry with Sam. For the stream. Ever since Liam told you you’re his favorite and Sam remarked, “I thought I was your favorite.” There’s been a contest, all in good harmless fun, of course.

Off camera Sam’s your self proclaimed godmother. Doting but not spoiling.

Your two families, along with Liam’s, made a habit of having Saturday brunches together every second Saturday of the month. You thoroughly enjoyed seeing Riegel's children.

Sam, both in game and out, would attempt to involve you in his tame shenanigans. Knowing how easily the other cast members were charmed by you made you the perfect accomplice.

He does tease you, but picks up quickly when you’re not in the mood. If you allow him, he’ll offer a comforting hug and let you sit on his lap during the stream, though he does understand sometimes you just want space.

Ashley throws off the vibes of an older sibling's best friend who makes an effort to chill with their friend's younger sibling. While she can be a bit of a mama bear, she’s still your friend.

She suggested you go out for a part in “Blindspot” auditioning for the role of Oakley “Oakes” Wagner. Succeeding on your own talents, you managed to obtain the spot. Thus, on occasion, as your role was only reoccurring, you had the opportunity to work alongside Ashley in New York.

While in the city she often indulges your Lego wants, treating you to a new set, the two of you can work on constructing together while on break between filming.

When roleplaying, your two PCs get along well enough. When you’re patron is discovered to have been lying, tricking you into murdering your own family. Pike does their best to heal one of them. While it fails, you are allowed some final words with the person. For that, you are grateful.

Every now and again, when she was recruited to babysit, Ashley offered to take you out for ice cream after streams. You’d get to snuggle with Sully and Henry while watching the classics, such as Iron Giant, E.T., Back to the Future, etc.

Tears spilled from your eyes when Matt told of the illusion fading and revealed the people you’d fought off, believing them your enemies, were actually your family. Everyone was a total mess, caught speechless as you roleplayed. After the cameras stopped running, you were bombarded with questions about your emotional state; are you okay? Matt is so apologetic for making you cry.

Liam couldn’t be more proud as you wiped your eyes and beamed, proclaiming that was the coolest session ever. You couldn’t wait to tell your kindy friends about it during circle time.

Everyone does their best to make sure when you’re on set you feel comfortable and safe in the busy production environment. There is always someone with you to keep you company, though there are times you have to accompany them to some boring meeting or other.

Of the cast, Travis is your best friend, usually up for keeping you entertained with board games, tea parties, or imaginative play. Your favorite is playing superhero because he’ll spin you around to give you the impression of flight.

You follow him around, attempting to sneak up and scare him. Initially, your little jumps work, but soon he comes to expect them. Still, he feigned fear.

Outside of Liam, Travis is always the first person you want to tell about your day. Whether it’s about a cute dog you saw or a fact you learned by chance, no matter, he gives you his full attention.

Travis is determined to turn your character against Vax, in his and Grog’s prank war, knowing it would effectively and amusingly drive Liam crazy.

Still, Travis is perhaps the best at saying no to you. If and when you break the rules, he doesn't bend against you, losing the ability to play that week.

By Arc 4, you are a regular member of the crew and were treated as such. Still, there were more restrictions for you; set by your parents and the other cast members.

Naps/ settle time were required on recording day; You couldn't repeat the fowl language off set without permission; There was a code word for when you became too stressed; Your socials were private; And you weren't to do individual and greets without a trusted adult present.

Laura, you knew through both Liam and her work with one of your parents. In fact, you yourself had shared some voice acting projects with her. A bit of a mother hen, but still, she's basically your aunt.

By the critters, you're dubbed Bailey-B or "B-B" because you're essentially Laura's mini. Mid campaign 2, it somehow became a running gag to say, "Hello B!" when you made an appearance or arrived on stage.

Treat fields. When you're packed sweets as a recording snack, you most always share with Laura. Funnily you don't save any for Liam, much to the amusement of others.

Initially, Vex was trusting of your character. Deciding to give them the benefit of the doubt. However, after your first kill, her opinion changed. You'd played the encounter mercilessly, following the instructions of your patron. Now Vex was weary of you and suspicious of the voice in your head.

You don't help Laura's dice habit. You'll see pretty dice and often treat yourself to them. You're not a hoarder like her, though. If she shows interest in the dice, you'll let her borrow them with the understanding there's a slim chance you'll see them again. What's yours is hers when it comes to dice and food and vice versa.

Marisha sits on your left during the recording. She’s the only one directly next to you for campaign 1. Hence, you two are whisper buddies. Furthermore, she usually takes notes for you, considering your penmanship is obviously that of someone still learning to write.

It becomes somewhat traditional for you to whisper something to Marisha in an attempt to get her to laugh. Drives the critters and others crazy; they don’t know what you’re whispering about. Eventually, Marisha begins posting your childish comments after the stream, so everyone gets in on the joke.

Marisha, much like Travis, is fairly good at wrangling you. Generally, very chill if she switches to a sterner tone you know to listen up. She has a talent for getting you to focus and calm yourself before each game.

She does cast off those cool older sibling vibes. Marisha will bail you out, but knows where to draw the line. Just don't do something too shitty.

Keyleth dotes on your PC. She remembers the wonderment of the world when she was first out on her own. Her time with Vox has somewhat hardened her. The world isn't as gentle as she thought it to be. Your PC is so young she doesn't want your innocence taken from you.

Mama Kiki. She's always making sure your PC is hydrated, has enough to eat, and doesn't get to beat up in battle.

After much pleading, Marisha and Travis green-light a series allowing you to co-host called "Camp Critter." It stars you and Laura teaching the workings of DnD; its target demographic, children.

Talisin is your teddy bear. They’ve become used to you running up to them, with very little warning, to give them a tight hug whenever you see them. You’re such a cuddle bug when it comes to them. It’s not uncommon to see Taliesen holding you as you talk their ear off about your day.

It happened once Marisha accidentally elbowed you in the forehead. You’d think in your pain you’d run to Liam, yet you went pouting over to Talisin. The critter community exploded over the cuteness, even drawing art of the moment with you and Talisin as your respective pcs.

You call them Tally. Initially it was difficult for you to pronounce their name so they allowed you and you alone to call them ‘Tally’. It’s sort of just stuck around. Talisin affectionately calls you ‘Gremlin’.

Percy was distrustful from the start. Most of your interactions are kept at arm's length. You were too naïve, too bubbly for him to place faith in. There is the saying “you catch more flies with honey.” How could he trust someone, even a child, so sickeningly sweet?

However, after your PC came to murder their parents, he saw his mirror looking at you. You were in a dark, vengeful place. Too easily could fall down the path he’d trodden. So he was understanding and present. Ever the watchful eye, he kept you from losing yourself. He’d engage all manner of childish activities to prevent you from turning down a dark path.

During quarantine, it becomes a highlight of their zoom calls to see what you’ve been up to. You excitedly show them your first handstand; lost tooth; learning to ride a bike with no training wheels; and more.

While you’d gotten your start as a recurring character in the campaign, the cast couldn’t imagine the next seven years without their kind B-B. It’s an honor to watch you grow and develop not only as a player but as a person.

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cherrydreamer · 2 years

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Hellcheer has been creeping its way into my brain and setting up shop and naturally I had to twist it into a teachers!AU.

So it's music teacher Eddie, of course, and Kindy teacher Chrissy. Eddie is a kind of floating subject specialist who comes into every class and does a lesson or two a week, and he loves Chrissy's class and her littlies so much, and her kids adore him, even though he calls them gremlins and imps to their faces.

Some of the other staff in the school look down on Eddie, cause he doesnt exactly dress professionally and his methods are kinda unorthodox. But Chrissy always has a smile for him because even if she was a little wary when she first saw him, she soon ended up giggling at one of the silly jokes he told her class, and she saw how gentle he was with one of her kids who was struggling, and she very quickly realised what a sweetheart he is.

And, of course, Eddie is absolutely besotted with her! She is so good and gentle and kind, and just walking into her room feels like being bathed in positivity and sunshine, and Eddie absolutely laps it up. He hangs around in her classroom whenever he has spare time in the morning and helps her put up her displays when he sees her struggling to reach and eventually, when they've become more comfortable around each other, she scrambles up on his back and stands on his shoulders and then lets out a little giggle and says, "Oh didn't you know? I was a cheerleader back in high school!" and Eddie is floored.

And one morning Eddie comes in even earlier than usual, and he's walking past Chrissy's classroom when he hears her singing along to Eternal Flame playing on the crackly little radio on her desk. And it's not the kind of music that he'd normally be into, but her voice is so light and lilting, and he can't help but hover in the doorway absolutely smitten, watching her in the soft light of the morning sun as she puts out paints on a table, and she's humming some parts and definitely muddling up the lyrics in others, but Eddie thinks that her version sounds even more beautiful than the original.

And, of course, she catches him watching and blushes and giggles all embarrassed and says it's one of her favourite songs. So when it comes to the lesson for her kids later that day? Well Eddie settles himself down, right in the midst of the kids all sitting criss-cross applesauce on their brightly coloured rug, and he starts strumming the opening to Eternal Flame on his acoustic guitar before he stops and asks if any of the kids know it and, of course they don't. So he says, "Well how about I sing it for you, then? And all you and Miss Cunningham need to do is listen. Close your eyes and listen. And if you think you know it, you can sing along."

And the kids do close their eyes (well, most of them!) but Chrissy doesn't. Because she's gazing right at Eddie, looking happier than he's ever seen her.

(And yes, of course there's also background Harringrove cause it's me and I'm weak for teacher Steve! He's in first grade or maybe a parallel Kindy class, while Billy teaches in the inclusion unit for the kids with behavioural issues, and Billy and Eddie carpool most days and spend the whole journey talking about their crushes on their sunshine ones.)

#hellcheer #i'm dipping my toes in here!#there is a teeny bit of harringrove too #but just a sprinkle #i am always soft for teacher AUs #and yes this ends with a school show where chrissy class does a little musical showcase #and eddie helps put it all together #and he turns up on the night of the performance wearing a slightly ill-fitting suit and with his hair tied back #and he sits in the front row with a bouquet of flowers for chrissy #and when he goes to give them to her‚ she tugs him on stage too and makes him take a bow

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soclonely · 8 months

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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

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lackadaisicallizard · 10 months

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hi, could you please recommend some of your favourite Jegulus fics? tysm

Okay so my brain is honestly the most chaotic place on the planet most of the time and I never write stuff down/ remember anything, but here are some good ones I’ve read recently!

- My almost lover by alarainai

Reg and James are a couple but James doesn’t realise. (Everyone else does). Short and cute and I love oblivious James sm

- Of His Bones by MesserMoon

Only 5 chapters are out at the moment but I’m obsessed with it already. I’m a sucker for a pirate au

- When you were mine by sequinhaze

Regulus left James for the Black family and broke his heart and comes back when his life falls apart. This took over my life for a while and I love it so much.

-Teach Them How to Dream by calamitoutside

Regulus is a kindy teacher and James is a hot dad. So good!

-The Blood in Your Mouth

A serial killer/ detective au. I honestly am obsessed with this one (French Reggie especially), but it’s not been updated in quite a while..

Honestly, compiling this list made me realise I haven’t read a lot of Jegulus recently (I’ve been on a bit of a Rosekiller/ Steddie run) so I’m definitely not being much help here, but enjoy!

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f1uckinghell · 1 year

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Okay, hear me out, Evie and Jasper? I don't think I have interactions for them together in my head???

Jasper becomes 40% more naughty when he's around Evie. They get up to so much shit (harmless shit, but yknow), she teaches him swear words and tells him to hit back when a child at kindy hits him. She steals cookies for him when max isn't looking. They're true ride or die siblings.

#asks #virtues verse #Pup Tag #fluff tag #vv!evie #vv!jasper

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siofreed · 9 months

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I was a new student in a school where Flames are common knowledge (but not the specifics of each type), & all Flame actives are required to join in a special course. For that course, students who have orange & purple Flames (Sky & Cloud) are allowed to pick a group of at least 3 people, to be their minions for the semester, of which there are 3 per year, for a total of 9 over 3 years.

I was one of the orange Flames people, but since my dream self was tiny & nerdy looking, nobody wanted to join me until a friendly purple senior hail me over to join his group along with his rather fussy pretty boi friend. He wields a whip & his friend a blade.

Flame active Kindergartners were encouraged to do show & tells of their talents to attract seniors' attention, as it 'helps' them develop their Flames more, to be better contributors to society & all that rot. Feeling pity for the tired kids, we took in 2 young ones.

(We're suppose to change members each semester, but we just kept trading the grumbling pretty boi friend between us 2 to keep him with us, to his amusement. The kids usually don't stay for more than a semester too, since they're not full time Flame students yet.)

I mostly stayed with the 2 seniors, becoming fond of them & their circle of friends, until they graduated from school.

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Second year I mostly flew solo, as I still look weak n only the little kindies still want to join my group. During then, one of the Mech teachers (yes, there's mechs too, smaller Code Geass style ones) grew fond of me (platonically okay), & decides to push me into more & more esoteric meches that have too weird abilities that nobody else wants to even try.

I eventually settle on a rose bush summoning mech, where each bush hides a special item that is only usable in specific situations. The roses correspond to each Flame type. Storm had a really 'sharp' whip, Lightning had a pair of lightsaber-ish daggers, the rest still not unlocked.

Teach got a wee bit too into mentoring me in Mech fighting, & ends up hurting me enough to knock me out. After that, he just keeps hovering like a gosh darn motherhen, to everyone else's confusion.

(He's one of those kuudere teachers)

After that, I was able to summon the bushes normally, thus stop grabbing random items to use as bludgeons & projectiles , started using thorny rose bushes for the same instead. >:D

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In 3rd year, I picked up a gloomy blue hair goth guy, & a snarky red hair butch lady. Very distracting duo when they bother to dress up. Bluey was an assassin while red loves poisons. We got along pretty well, all things considered, had sleepovers & friend dates for shit n giggles.

Pretty boi from 1st year also dropped by to introduce me to his hissy little cousin who was joining the school that year. A very cute, very bulliable, pretty boi of a cousin. :3c

xxx

The dream got sort-of vague after that, but there was some war & we all died, & reincarnated into canon KHR

I was Tsu (ahahaha shit), & the canon sealing event (no dog, but it still happened somehow) triggered the return of my memories

Friendly Cloud senpai is Dino, who also awoken after he got sealed (fanon)

Fussy pretty boy is Squalo, though he doesn't remember

2 of the 1st year kindergartners are now Kyoko & Hana, who decided Tsu is their friend nao & won't take no; probably remembers?

Teach became Yamamoto senior, which, yeah free sushi? Also I got a new brother??? Sensei why, also yeah, more hugs!

No idea where blue boi is, though i suspect he's now Skull

Red butch lady is now sweet Nagi, who decided her parents are utterly useless & just showed up at my doorstep one day

Another kindagarteners is Haru, who very clearly remembers

Hissy little junior is, hilariously, Xanxus, who definitely remembers & acts like QAQ milkeh around me

Both me & Sensei came back with our Mech abilities, though his somehow became the family's cursed sword. That was a really weird conversation.

#dream fragments #katekyo hitman reborn

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galaxywhale · 7 months

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idk if this is petty but I’m listening to the other kindy teacher talk to the music teacher/last year’s kindy teacher and he’s giving her ideas and she’s like thanks because Ive been doing X but I’ve needed more ideas!! and I’m sitting here like you literally have another teacher on your team teaching the same grade who you could ask for ideas but sure go ahead and ask a completely different teacher

#and like yeah!! ask other people for ideas!!#buuut also there’s a clear ‘obvious person to ask’ here and she has not #but hey she’d probably ignore all my ideas anyway bc that’s what’s happened most of the time so far

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foxcassius · 2 years

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online reviews for the school i will start working at in march: they will work you to the BONE you will DIE of too much CLASS and too much WORK

me looking at a schedule that only has 4 classes on it: quick question. have you ever worked at a kindy hagwon before this one. don't answer, i know already.

#its looking like such a good schedule so far. only 4 kindy classes a day + a circle time in the morning #3 kindy classes are 40 mins and one is 20. yes you heard me. 2 hours and 20 mins of kindy class.#in the afternoon you teach one monster 2 hour elementary class. so thats a total of 4 hours and 20 mins teaching a day.#first off haha nice 4 20. second they are going to pay me 2.8 million won for this this feels unreal #fingers crossed that i genuinely found a unicorn good hagwon in korea i will stay forever if theyre half as decent as they seem rn #t

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the-baddest-of-batches · 1 year

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Dar'Aliit: Chapter Twelve - The Hand Fate Deals You (Sneak Peek)

20 BBY Coruscant

"I sent these men with you to keep you safe!"

"Am I not alive and well, sir?" The snark has slipped into my tone more each day. On Kamino they teach you the Jedi are something to be respected. Force wielders, protectors of peace. Good guys.

The amount of spittle on my face from General Nidor's yelling has me convinced otherwise. Jedi are no different than these sith that oppose them. They have power, and they abuse it all the same.

General Nidor about faces and scoffs. "You dare defy me."

"I asked to work alone, unless you've forgotten promising me that."

"Alone does not mean unaided."

"All due respect, sir. I'll disagree."

Nidor flashes a disgruntled glare. "Get out of my sight, clone."

I bow my head and mock a salute. Then I leave. Our arguments have grown into a habit. The General seems to think I need backup wherever I go, and that means every mission I have to take Headshot, Raf, and Booker with me. Nidor doesn't realize all he's doing is putting more men in harm's way. I make sure to correct his errors when I can.

Sometimes I'm not sure how I harbored any respect for the man. For any of the Jedi. They use us like expendable pawns. No one cared then, and no one will care now, so why he pretends to care about my life, I'll never know. Maybe it's just another way of showing off his power.

Kriffing force. It's deluding them to the point they can't even see the ground beneath their boots. A bunch of sages should have never been put in charge of a war.

I stalk down the block. I've gained other habits here on Coruscant, mostly so I don't have to spend time in the barracks. There's plenty of gossip around my tenuous relationship with the General and I'd rather not hear it. I'd rather not see the empty bunks either.

Thankfully the Casino isn't far. The dim lights flicker on and off. I slip inside and a haze of smoke covers everything. There's solace in the fact that half the people here are too stoned to care who I am, what I do, or why I'm here. We're all just doing what we do best. Drowning our sorrows in misplaced confidence.

I slip into a table at the back. The usual faces wait for me. A Rodian with a discoloured face and a scarred eye. A Wookie with matted fur, surprisingly gentle guy for his type, and some humans too. The old man with the droid eye looks at me.

"Back again?"

"Just so I can take your money?"

"What's a clone got to spend money on?"

The Rodian snickers. "Girls."

I slam my boot on his foot and he yelps. "I'm just holding it all hostage," I snap back. "So you can't go spending it on booze."

They break into raucous laughter and I smirk. A droid comes over to deal. The hand isn't great, but I can make it better. Sabbac is an easy game if you know what you're doing and no one cheats. But someone's always cheating. Usually it's Rodo, the man with the droid eye. He hasn't cheated his way to a win yet, though.

I glance at my cards again. Funny how life deals you a hand and you either get a winning or losing one. If only I was as good at life as I was gambling. Maybe then I'd get out of this hellhole, away from that kriffing General, and find something to do with my earnings. Maybe I'd get the rest of the Dar'Aliit, as the other three have been calling us, out of this war machine too.

The future end of this war is a million parsecs from anyone's mind, though. Maybe it'll never end. We've got the Seps on the run from some sectors and they've got us with our tail between our legs in others. It's bound to keep going, bloody and brutal.

"Hah," Rodo throws down his cards.

I lay mine flat. The table groans as I scrape the chips to myself. "What?" I smirk. "You knew it was coming."

"Someone oughta knock you down a few pegs!"

"I'll throw him in the city core."

Kindi, the Woodki, slaps Rodo across the back of the head. More laughter fills the smoky room and we're dealt another hand. I could stay here all night, stewing over what happened. The General doesn't understand, and really I ought to stop expecting it of him, but I can't let him put more people in harm's way.

If life's a gamble, I won't put others on the line.

Another few rounds. Rodo folds. I hold onto my hand but before we can show, my commlink beeps. Kindi looks at me as do the others. I slap down my hand.

"Gotta go, huh, soldier boy?"

I glare at Rodo. "I'll take your money tomorrow, old man."

"I'll take yours ya overgrown sperm!"

Kindi takes a peek at my hand. He busts out into loud Wookie laughter and waves off Rodo's comments. I would've beat the old man anyway.

My commlink beeps again and I sigh, leaving them with a simple wave as I jog out into the alleyway and accept the transmission.

"Report to base immediately." Captain Addie's voice is stiff.

"Sir–"

"Now, Kian. We're deploying."

Deploying? Where?

"Yessir," I mutter. Someone shoves open the door behind me and stumbles out, vomiting into the alleyway. It stinks of alcohol and bile. I wrinkle my nose, give the man a side-eye glare and he returns it.

These people hate us because all we mean to them is an ongoing war. I wish sometimes they knew how much we wanted it to end. How much I wish I could be just like them.

I step over the man's stomach contents and walk back to the barracks. I can dream all I want, but this is the hand I've been dealt.

Full chapter coming tomorrow on Wattpad and Ao3!

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korvidian · 1 year

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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.

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brother-hermes · 1 year

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Almost finished this book. Putting in a lot of coffee now and disconnecting again for the weekend. Just wanted to share a few revelations from the meditation and introspection that comes from writing about mysticism.

First point, Christianity was birthed in Jewish mysticism- second temple Hekhalot and Merkhavah specifically. All those writers of scriptures were Jewish and there is no separating the roots of the faith from that. Every western interpretation that puts God outside of us and in outer space takes you away from love. What happened at Nicaea was a tragedy.

Next, Kabbalah and hermeticsm are twin flames. Merkhavah is an Egyptian word. Moshe and Akhenaten teach the same lesson. The thrice greatest Trismegistus is a lesson- Enoch, Thoth, and Hermes all taught the same unitive consciousness.Middle Platonism influenced Philo. Plotinus created Neoplatonism explaining how everything emanated from the One via four worlds of creation. Al-Kindi, ibn Arabi, all of those Arabs that fleshed out Kalam- the Logos of Muslim philosophy. Jewish philosophers like Saadi Goeb, ibn Gabirol lived in Muslim countries discussing Neoplatonist forms and continued what Philo started and expressed Judaism in Greek philosophical terms. Gabirol wrote “the source of life” and changed the Greek concept of “thought” being the source of the all to ration- divine will. Kabbalists fleshed out this concept of divine will and ran that line throughput the middle ages. Maimonides battled this interpretation for his entire life.

Somewhere in the 12th century in France the Midrash gets blended with Solomon ign Gabirol’s Neoplatonism and Kabbalah as we know it today gets formed. Multiplicity and dualism begins to be seen as a sort illusion from the shattering of the vessels we see in the Zohar. Non dualism- God is One and Kabbalah and really gets started on awakening and meditations in the sephirot lead to some of those most beautiful metaphysics we’ve ever seen.

Meanwhile, the Syriac Christians who continued teaching the centering prayers of Christ in its original Aramaic were writing texts like the Odes of Solomon as their brand of interpreting Yeshua headed East. The philosophies we call Hinduism became intertwined with the bridal mysticism of the gospel of John and the Songs of Solomon. It grew and flourished and the mystical instruction found in The Gospel of Thomas gave them a common language.

Mysticism is mongrelized. Our best and brightest servants of the Infinite One have looked past all of these religions of the world and found commonality. All of this cultural bravado we have divides us. Kemet, Israel, India, Dominican Friars like Ekhart, German shoemakers like Boehme, Beduizzam Said Nursi, Jesus, The Shakyimuni Buddha, all of them teach the same thing:

We are expressions of the Divine reality. The more we divide and argue the further from the truth we go. Mystics have never opposed their notions of rightness or insisted that, let’s say, Taoism was any less important than St Francis or Abraham Abulafia.

You want to draw close to God and really love 💗 one another? Then forget everything you cling to and let go of the need to speak “truth.” Rightness is ego minded. It divides.

I say this understanding a very old mystical truth I’m going to say in relatively crude terms: “we don’t actually know shit!” We’re afforded glimpses of Union but we can’t comprehend existence and describe it. The collective unconscious of Jung is the same ocean Buddhists feel pulling them into when they’re close to death.

The universe expanded from a singular source that even most scientific had to come to grips with when they realized that spooky action at a distance is real. We’re all the result of quantum entanglement and literally expressions of whatever all of this actually is.

Don’t fight it. Just love one another. It’s what we’re here for.

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