Some Thoughts On The Stormlight Archive:

"The trannies should be able to piss in whatever toilet they want and change their bodies however they want. Why is it my business if some chick has a dick or a guy has a pie? I'm not a trannie or a fag so I don't care, just give 'em the medicine they need."

"This is an LGBT safe space. Of COURSE I fully support individuals who identify as transgender and their right to self-determination! I just think that transitioning is a very serious choice and should be heavily regulated. And there could be a lot of harm in exposing cis children to such topics, so we should be really careful about when it is appropriate to mention trans issues or have too much trans visibility."

One of the above statements is Problematic and the other is slightly annoying. If we disagree on which is which then working together for a better future is going to get really fucking difficult.

hc that jon just. can't do quick kisses bc he's such an intense person

y’all ever feel like you were the most mature and grownup kid ever when you were younger (somehow i was proud of it cuz i felt like i was unique) but then as you become an actual adult you feel like a toddler in a grownup body who’s just trying to catch up to everybody else in life on your lil stubby legs and end up having a tantrum and wanting mac n cheese and a sippy filled with juice? thats me all the time

saying goodbye to your older sib going off to college … bittersweet AgeReg story

“So.. you’re not.. coming back?” You ask, watching wearily as your sibling packs their final suitcase.

“I am. Don’t worry, kid, I’ll be back on holidays. It’ll be fine. You’re brave, aren’t you?” They ruffle your hair and pinch at your cheek, trying their best to reassure but ultimately failing to soothe.

“I’m going to miss you.” You choke out, feeling the tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes. Your sibling exhales at the sight.

They cup your face. “If you start crying, I’ll start crying. We have to be strong for each other, kiddo. Can you do that for me? Can you be strong for me?”

“Why can’t I come with you?” You ask, allowing yourself to let loose a few tears. Your sibling sighs. Fear washes over you. How can you live without them?

Laughing, they rub your cheek. “You know the answer to that question, hon. You’re way too little to come with me. They don’t have kid classes in college, not that I know of.”

You cling to them, rub your cheek against their chest. “Please visit as much as you can. You will, won’t you? Won’t you?”

Hesitating, your sibling smiles. “Of course. I’ll visit next week, tell you how things are going. You can visit me, too. Promise to come visit me?”

Your eyes light up. “I’ll visit. I promise.”

“And you can sleepover. And we can watch movies together, and hit up the diner, and go shopping… on a budget.” You both laugh at the last part.

“I’m going to miss you too, little kid. I’m gonna miss you a whole lot.” Your sibling pulls you close, a tight hug.

“you’ll always be my best friend.” you finally say, melting into them.

There’s something so bittersweet about pretending I’m being held when it’s really my own fingers gently scratching my shoulder.

There’s something so bittersweet about pretending someone is cooing me into using my paci and my comfort items when I’m really just reassuring myself.

There’s something so bittersweet about pretending someone is running their fingers through my hair when it’s really my own loving touch.

There’s something so bittersweet about pretending someone is comforting me and validating my feelings when it’s really me who’s holding my own face and trying my best to love myself when I feel unlovable.

There’s something so bittersweet about pretending someone is booping my face with my soft toys when it’s really me playing by myself.

There’s something so sweet about how I care for myself and something so bitter about how I don’t trust anyone else with my feelings.

Bittersweet I be. Bittersweet I am.

I’m sorry is that taravangian in beach attire???

💤Night Routine for Babies!💤

1. Do a bit of clean up! Cleaning up before bedtime is a healthy way to clear your mind and get a clear space too! It doesn’t have to be a lot, sometimes that can be overwhelming. Just try picking up a thing or two, or wiping off a shelf. Baba can always help you if you need a hand cleaning up! 🧸🧹🛁

2. Bathtime and get changed into comfy pajamas! Baths are always a great way to wind down before bedtime. Don’t forget to add lots of toys and bubbles to make it even more fun! And afterwards, find the comfiest pair of jammies you have to get all cozy and warm for bed! 🛁🫧🐤

3. Have a bedtime snack and take meds if needed! It is always very important to have a happy tummy before bedtime! If you’re really not feeling hungry, I would still recommend a glass of milk or tea just to wind down. Baba can even put it in a sippy cup or bottle for you! 🍼🍵🍪

4. Brush your teeth and hair as well as any skincare you do! Taking care of your personal hygiene and staying squeaky clean is the best way to be a happy baby before bedtime! Of course, baba can always help you get ready if you’re having trouble! 🪥🧴🧼

5. Do one thing that makes you happy and get some rest! It is important to end your night on the happiest note you can! To do that, find a little thing to do that’ll make you smile. After that, you can close your pretty little eyes and get some sleep for the night. Baba will give you a goodnight kiss too, of course! 🛌💤❤️

I know a lot of littles liked and appreciated the morning routine, so I decided to do a night one too! I hope this helps any babies who need it. I love you to the moon and back, my angels. 🖤

I just want the hungry pillar to crawl on my face and give me tiny kisses and then we can eat a cookie together and won't have to share with anyone it'll be our big cookie just for us.

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?????

youtube has identified me as a heavy cube enjoyer