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#life is a playground
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I saw a post that said,
"Life isn't a race. Do things on your own pace"
I agree , life isn't a race
But it's a playground
And do you know what playgrounds have, little competitions and social groups
So excuse me if I want to be best at hide and seek
Or if I want to wear matching colors with my friends
Life is a playground and we're all just children playing different games
- A. S
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ghostforeverparty · 2 months
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i cant believe yung lean has a song called dogboy
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cozy-and-gentle · 3 months
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Sandbox
Everyone says you never leave high school. You'll always be stuck in that moment, clutching your lunch tray, looking around with hopeful eyes as you try to find your table.
But I think that's only partially true.
I think it's the elementary school playground that we never leave.
Eyes wide and eager
Looking for someone to play with us.
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helengie · 6 months
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(via "Rocking Horse, Life is a Playground for Experience, Wild West" Fitted T-Shirt for Sale by HelenGie)
This retro-style design features a majestic rocking horse across the horizon against a vibrant orange sunset backdrop. With a touch of western flair, the text 'Life is a Playground for Experience' adds a wild west charm to the design. The distressed effect gives the design a worn, vintage look, reminiscent of an old-time favorite. Perfect for those seeking a unique combination of timeless style and adventurous spirit, this design is a must-have for any wardrobe. Get ready to embrace the wild west vibes and let this design be a statement of your fearless approach to life.
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beescake · 1 month
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ik ur the sollux and karkat blog but would you ever draws a nepeta ? if not thats perfectly fine :)) (also!!! ur probably in my top ten favorite artists ever. you just . do em so good!!!!!)
🫴 a nepeta
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bread-that-draws · 1 year
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Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you
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greiiliss · 1 year
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I said it once and now I can't stop thinking about everyone in Limited Life just being kids on a playground
They all have different curfews, and their clock runs out when they need to go home
Scott found a puddle and is making a very pretty mud-castle
Pearl and BigB are playing spies, sneaking up on everyone and watching them through the bushes. Pearl brought her cat from home, and BigB keeps finding and carrying around frogs
The TIES are trying to make a shelter for some bugs they found (probably slugs or caterpillars or smth). They have lost track of every bug they found (except for one, which Joel stomped on), and are constantly searching for more
Entertainment mountain is a giant boulder that the Clockers are playing house on. Cleo was declared Mom because she is the tallest out of the entertainers, and because she keeps yelling at Scar to put his shirt back on
Scar has a bunch of erasers and bracelets and stuff from the school store that he keeps trying to trade with everyone
The Bad Boys claimed the playground as their territory. They all have kiddie sunglasses. Joel's are too big for him and slip down his nose.
Cleo declares a game of The Floor is Lava every time the Bad Boys annoy her.
Boogeyman curse is a game of tag
The Bad Boys made Bad Boys Bread Bridge out of everyone's lunchboxes. They hopped on the lunchboxes during The Floor is Lava so Joel could tag one of the Clockers
Skizz and Bdubs' fight was an actual fistfight. Skizz tapped Bdubs once and was declared winner
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fence-time · 1 year
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Completely obsessed with ‘lim-life / the life series being a bunch of kids just playing in the playground’ idea
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artlesscomedic · 1 year
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dang kids!! based on this post by @greiiliss
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sandjosieph · 1 year
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I take it that in the Playground AU Gem and Lizzie switching in for Cleo and Pearl is basically Cleo getting sick and asking the star athlete to sub in for her, and Pearl going on vacation and asking her even more unhinged friend to take her place.
Or if I take inspiration from Cleo’s real life job as a former teacher is her asking the gym teacher to take her place.
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talesfromthecrypts · 6 months
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I think it would genuinely do a lot of people a lot of good to make one evil choice in a video game and have them see it won't corrupt them and suddenly make them a bad person. Would genuinely help a lot of people stop being so weird about "wrong think" in fiction I think
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nevertheless-moving · 9 months
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My Hero Academia Time Travel Swap Fic
Post Canon Yagi and Top Hero Deku abruptly swap in place and time with Pre Canon young Izuku and All-Might (Even after the war and cleanup and government overthrow quieted down, quirks never really stopped getting unreasonably, inconveniently powerful).
Yagi Toshinori laughed, full bodied, uproarious, and far too hard; Izuku had a clean red square of cloth in hand even before weathered fingers could finish reaching for the cafe’s flimsier napkins. The cloth changed hands smoothly, alongside a well worn set of sheepish grins. 
With only a brief pause for a searching look, the young man continued on with his story; Yagi smiled and wiped the blood away, letting the wide hand-motions and emphatic expressions wash over him. Try though they both did, it was rare enough that they could steal enough time for lunch together.
Already Yagi’s gaze caught on a young woman approaching nervously - he glanced away, no malice detected - perhaps an autograph seeker  (though more likely someone seeking help, which could only mean the end to a pleasant lunch and another amusing anecdote of young Shoto’s unfortunate tendency to find himself facing the worst quirk match ups). Something drew his eyes back to the girl. 
Old instincts or old paranoia? Izuku followed his eyes, but turned without much haste, clearly Danger Sense wasn’t activating so it was probably—
— A bright flash of light and a twisting sensation — ...probably fine. Well. He wasn’t coughing up blood, so that’s good. He’s staring at a vaguely familiar villain who looked just as surprised to see him. Maybe more so. Deku was nowhere in sight.
Yagi straightened, barely wobbling.
(‘I’m standing up, cafe’s gone—no I’m on a different street—differentcity—teleportation? mental trap? Vivid for a hallucination but depending on the quirk I might not notice errors...fellow with horns in front of me is clearly dangerous..but too confused to do anything for the next few seconds...My, he looks more out of sorts than I am...’)
“The fuck?” the unnamed villain breathed out, stopped in place (‘hm not frozen or paralyzed - just a non-quirked state of bewilderment’—better figure this out sooner rather than later’). The vaguely rhino-like figure was standing far too long in an exaggerated fighting stance; “You — I didn’t — what —”
(‘Didn’t I fight a rhino-themed villain who looked like him, hm, a few decades ago? Son getting revenge? But the plan went awry somehow — Great Lakes his outfit’s a pre-civil war throwback isn’t it — wait, what am *I* wearing — my clothes haven’t sagged this badly since—no, not just clothing this is—’)
“All Might?” the man asked, incredulous.
“You’re...asking if I’m All Might,” replied possibly the most recognizable old man on the planet, speaking slowly, eyes clocking ((too slow, far too slow)the slack jawed news crew behind an overturned car, the murmuring passersby slowly turning into an audience, in a careless way they hadn’t since before—’)
“I mean—he was—you are standing where he was standing, and wearing his costume,” the Rhino replied, defensively puffing out his chest ‘(The Rhino, that was his name—looks like he’s getting over the shock, shit’}. 
“And you do sort of look like him, if he suddenly had all his blood and muscles pulled out of his body and his hair gel removed and — are you like his dad? Or did you get hit by a quirk or something?” 
The tone was gradually growing arrogant; out of the corner of his eye, Yagi spotted a look in the Reporter’s eyes, a look he associate almost solely with reporters — fear slowly being edged out by unholy glee at a big, destructive, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The crowds’ whispering picked up. The Rhino straightened all the way into a proper loom, a sneer crumpling thick skin.
All Might smiled back.
The sneer flickered, clearly unnerved. Even Izuku, his dear boy, had to admit - his smile was a bit unnerving, if you weren’t used to it. Especially when he made a point to show the All Might Classic Full Mouth Of Teeth out of his unarguably (well, Izuku did argue that one, and so do quite a few others—) skull prominent face.
All Might raised a finger and ever so carefully stood tall, vertebrae cracking loudly in the sudden hush. At 7 foot,3 inches, he tended to rival all but the largest of mutation quirks, and the Rhino paused on the backfoot, uncertain. Yagi’s muscles already strained, ruefully missing his walking stick.
“Hold that thought, I’ll answer in just a moment”
Making a snap decision — ‘either this is in my head, in which case I need time to figure out the parameters to escape, or its not, and i need back-up quickly to not get flattened by a C-rank villian’
He turned, still smiling widely, to the reporter, who’s eyes went wide at the attention.
“Excuse me,” Yagi called out, voice echoing over the rubble of a battleground just barely broken-in.
“Hello over there—” He let the grin soften for the camera, (it has to be live, if this isn’t live wer’e all dead). It was still probably...a lot, for this time-period un-acclimated to more banged-up heroes, but a few fewer teeth were showing now at least.
“—I think I may have been hit by a quirk; would you mind telling me what year it is?”
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delusioninabox · 8 months
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Daily #2,525! I 100% thought we were going to be trapped forever in a play tower for a while there to be honest. 😳 The relief upon us finally getting out via slide truly made me appreciate being alive lmao
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spacerockwriting · 15 days
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Galladrabbles: Trapeze
Thanks to this swingin' prompt @galladrabbles and @crossmydna
Trapeze
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Two little boys huddled close together, the smaller one curled close to his older brother. Frank was being loud again, being annoying. The loud boom of his voice spooked the younger, as the older boy murmured soft words into his curly locks. “One day, we’ll run to the circus away from Frank. Jus’ you an’ me.”
“You can’t even do the monkey bars! How’re you gonna do the trapeze?”
Years later, Mickey points at the trapeze artist. “We should get one of those things.”
Ian chuckles. “Lip an I wanted to run away to the circus once.”
“Glad you didn’t.”
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newyorkthegoldenage · 9 months
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Kids playing in the first of the Tot Lot playgrounds, ca. 1935. The doors are only 42 inches high, and in the shape of a small girl dancing, so only young children can squeeze in. This one is on West 49th St between 9th and 10th Avenues.
Photo: Underwood Archives via Fine Art America
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fence-time · 1 year
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Officially obsessed with this au, actually :3
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