Its Always, "ohh You Shouldn't Drive You Have A Concussion," Or "hey Don't Lift That, You Have A Concussion,"

My babies that I don’t draw much but I still love <3

Oh my goodness yes this is something I’ve seen so often in media representation of autism, like no we we aren’t these cold fact debating robots

agere choice game based off of books and reading ! is like back in school :D

please let me know if you guys like it! its my first ever choice game c:

quick hearth doodle

How to feel tiny

Sometimes, regressing can be tricky. A lot of the first few years of life focus a lot on learning. If you have already learned what the material, your grown-up brain might want to take over, making it hard to enjoy toddler activities.

🟦If you want the experience of learning preschool/kindergarten material again, try learning your shapes, colors, the alphabet, months of the year, or days of the week in another language! You can use fun songs or games to help.

🖍️If you want to experience developing motor skills again, try using your non dominate hand. You can try coloring, learning to write your name, or do basic scissor worksheets. (Please be careful with the scissors!)

🐻If you want to explore and learn science, try learning about animals. Shows like Wild Kratts and Octonauts can be genuinely educational for "grown up" brains. You can also check out books about animals from the library!

🫂Learn social-emotional and coping skills that are appropriate for children. There are many YouTube videos for yoga or meditation for kids. Shows such as Bluey, Author, or Carl the collector are some of my favorites and focus on social skills.

☀️If you want to feel physically tiny, try getting on the floor. Remember when your body was small and everything around you looked big? That was perspective! You can achieve something similar by being on the ground. Just make sure to listen to your body and take breaks if it hurts. You can also cover yourself with a blanket to focus less on your size.

I love and appreciate fanfic authors, but I read their notes and I have to wonder what fucked up shit they did in a past life to make god hate them so much. Like why do the worst things happen to fanfic authors and they just brush over it. I’ll be reading a fluffy fic and the notes will be “hey sorry the fic is late both my parents died, I’m in hospital right now, and my house burnt down. anyway hope u enjoy this chapter!!“ bro???? Are you okay?????

Oh my gosh I freaking love jester’s privilege

Various Stormlight characters represented by random images I've found on the internet:

Kaladin:

Shallan:

Dalinar:

Adolin:

Jasnah:

Elhokar:

Eshonai:

Leshwi:

Moash:

Wit:

Night owls

This is my first post like this, be gentle! And do let me know if you'd like something in my ask box. Enjoy <3 - Papa Chevy

I hear you stirring on the baby monitor, fighting sleep. Next thing I know, your sweet little head pokes in the doorway, your arrival preceded by the patter of tiny feet. Your hair is wild, paci hanging from its clip on your sleep shirt, treasured stuffed toy in tow. Papa?

Just to finish this sentence... What's that, baby? You tug on my sleeve with a whine, and I look away from my glowing blue iMac. I push my reading glasses up into my ruffled hair, tousling your head. My room is dark but for its light, and I've been up working on my college classes ever since I put you to bed. Rain raps at the window. The Eagles play softly on the CD player up above, more to keep me awake than anything else. I notice the time with a start - much too late for papas or little ones. It's late, honey, whatcha doing up?

Papa... your lower lip juts out, and I can't help but scoop you up in my arms as tears roll down your cheeks, rubbing your back as I do so. Miss you!

I soften, wiping your tears with my thumb. Of course, how could I have been so careless? Oh darling, papa's finals week has been so hard for you, huh? You nod in confirmation, rubbing your stuffed lovie on your cheek for comfort, fiddling with my fingers. I offer you your forgotten pacifier, and you take it, blinking plaintively at me, eyes glassy from a lack of sleep. Is the thunder scary? You wanted daddy?

Yeah.. you sniff, throw your arms around me, face immediately buried in my shirt. I won't let you go again.

Well, let's fix that sweetheart. My lovebug is much more important, the work can wait, and you need your papa. I power off my monitor. Fancy pickin' out a show for us? Hmm little bat? I tickle your hiding cheek, and you nod hesitantly, so I lift you up to the shelf with the VHS tapes. You snatch the Goodnight Show, a little smile peeking out from behind your pacifier. There's my sweet sugar.

Good choice little dude! I load the tape into the VCR and we settle into bed, me and you and your lovey. You cuddle against my chest, and I rub your head as your eyes slip open and shut, relaxing already. You'll be sleeping with me until finals are over, you can be sure of that, and you'll never have to be afraid of the thunder again.

pls the way alex just messes w magnus being so lost makes me fucking piss my pants u dont understand

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