#you sound like a 5th grader

[feral-trans-faerieboy]

Sweetie, no one is trying to date you. 😂 You're just a mentally ill woman who's desperate for attention. I feel sorry for you and I hope you get better soon. I hope you don't ruin your body too badly.

If you think I'm mentally I'll, why try to aggravate that? Lmao it's like, y'all wanna try and help us by saying that bs but validate doctors more than you in the process AND you make us wanna be as far from people like you as possible 😏 which is fine drive me further into my community, I'll only get hotter

#please lmfao #you sound like a 5th grader #imagine saying this to a Two-Spirit person #colonizer mentality i swear

[saulwexler]

is it just me or has there been a resurgence in the r-slur 🤨

#like first of all it's vile second of all you sound like a 5th grader

[ratislatis]

nobody look at me while I sightread and lose my fucking mind

that video isn't actual playing btw. it is ALL outtakes. only funny times here on the rat blog

#a hefty L to the 18 year old that couldn't play the extremely simple solo that a 12 year old did #omori #sunny #omori fanart #omori meme #digital art #violin #if you assume I completely separate notes like I do here I will cry #spot the sprout mole!! #I got him that very day because btw it was literally my birthday when I recorded that!! #no longer the dancing queen only 17 :'( #if its a song of simple whole notes you have to shape it so it sounds interesting!!! #but what if I didn't. #what if I sounded like a 5th grader #and you couldn't do fuck all about it #what if I played A and D simultaneously like I don't know how the hell to handle a bow #what if I did that. #im not going to but what if I just GAVE UP #my art

[kunaigirl]

Happy Disability Pride and awareness month! Let's talk about Epilepsy!

Hi there! I got tired of seeing my condition (that impacts my literal every day life) being left out or forgotten about during discussions about disabilities, so I made my own post about it! Let's go!

First Off! What the heck is epilepsy? Epilepsy is the fourth most common neurological disorder in the world, and it's a chronic medical condition. Epilepsy is a brain disorder that causes recurring, frequent, triggered, and unprovoked seizures to occur.

The official Epilepsy Foundation describes seizures as follows: "Seizures are sudden surges of abnormal and excessive electrical activity in your brain, and can affect how you appear or act. Where and how the seizure presents itself can have profound effects...Seizures involve sudden, temporary, bursts of electrical activity in the brain that change or disrupt the way messages are sent between brain cells. These electrical bursts can cause involuntary changes in body movement or function, sensation, behavior or awareness." (Source link)

Sounds like a lot of fun right? This is our life. Even with medication, we can be VERY limited to what can be safe for us. Seizure medications are NOT a cure, they only exist (at least as of now) as a tool to help have your seizures less often, or be triggered less intensely. Even on medication, seizures can still happen.

If you have epilepsy as a child like I did, it impacts your entire growing and developing experience. I spent MANY times as a child in and out of hospitals, neurologist and specialist offices, an getting so many EEG tests done. The pain of scrubbing the glue out of your hair for DAYS is horrible.

At a young age my seizures were so frequent and serious, it impacted my brain's ability to retain information. I had to re-learn the names of things at age 8 and 9. I had to re-learn HOW TO READ at age 10. I had to be home schooled because the public school system of my state at the time refused to work with me. I have VERY distinct and vivid memories of crying over my little baby ABC's book that I needed as a 4th and 5th grader. I knew I should've known this by this age. I knew that at one point I already did, and it was TAKEN FROM ME.

As an adult, I'M NOT ALLOWED TO DRIVE A CAR. And I can NEVER go to see a movie in theaters or go to see concerts or live music. There are entire TV shows I don't get to see. I can't go to clubs, arcades, dances, or raves. I miss out on A LOT of fun things. I always do, and I'm WELL AWARE of the fun I'm missing out on. The social, casual, and fun life experiences I'll never get to have. That WE'LL never get to have. And oh yeah! Seizures can KILL SOME OF US. Yep.

And the list goes on, and every person with epilepsy experiences it differently. There are multiple different types of seizures you can have, they're NOT always convulsing on the floor. For example, I have complex-partial-myoclonic-seizures. Meaning my muscles DO twitch when I have seizures, but I'm not always completely unconscious and sometimes I'm even able to stay sitting up. However, I'm still very "off" and can't focus or remember much for a good while after the fact. I can't talk or communicate during one, even with my slight bit of consciousness.

My experiences are not universal, I just wanted to talk about it and bring it up. It helps to talk about it even a little bit. Here's more about different kinds of seizures. Here's more about common seizure triggers. Here's more about CORRECT seizure first aid. And here's more general information/resources.

Please stop leaving us out of disability awareness. Please stop ignoring us or saying we're "not really disabled" or anything else like that. Please. Why does it always feel like the only people who care about epilepsy, are people WITH epilepsy? We're so tired of being ignored by others who don't have our condition.

If you're an epileptic person reading this, I see you. I love you. You're so strong, we all are. I believe in you, I believe in us. We're so much stronger than we get credit for, and it's going to be ok. Your anger and frustration are valid. Your emotions and struggles are real. You're valid, and I see you. Hang in there, we got this.

#epilepsy #epilepsy awareness #actually epileptic #disability pride month #disability awareness month #disability awareness #ok to reblog #disability pride

[libraford]

Have you shared the story of you joining the track team with us? I feel like you have but I can't remember any details.

I SHALL TELL YOU A TALE OF PURE FOLLY!

The year us 1999, I am in seventh grade. Like most seventh-graders, I hate everything that I am forced to do but I especially hate Pep Rallies. They are hell for my tiny little social outcast ADHD brain: loud noises, forced enjoyment of an activity, sports, pointless interaction with people I can't stand, and the potential for relentless bullying afterwards.

So we had a pep rally.

And I, for the first time in my rules-following life, decided to skip.

My class filed into the gym, I ducked into the bathroom, and waited for the sound of the doors closing.

Problem was that I didn't think I'd get this far and I've never been in the habit of delinquency, so I had no idea what to do next. I started wandering the halls just a little bit, testing out the freedom of having broken the rules, going down hallways that weren't part of my routine...

...when I heard dogs barking.

You see...

...the pep rallies weren't exactly about basketball. The pep rallies were an excuse to make lots of noise so no one heard the police dogs when they came looking for drugs in people's lockers.

And I am not where I'm supposed to be. I am where NO ONE is supposed to be. And I panic, because if I show up to the pep rally late they are going to notice.

I did not think this through.

So I start looking for somewhere to be while the police are searching for worse criminals than myself and I see a bunch of students in the cafeteria. One of them is a friend of mine, so I wouldn't be completely out of place in this location, so I came in and sat down next to her. A roster is being passed around and I sign it so that I can say that I was accounted for during the pep rally in some way.

The teacher who is heading whatever this is stands up in front of this group and says:

"Thank you for coming to the track and field tryouts. You've all made it in."

Uh...

...woops.

I think I'll just sit through this one meet and then quit. People do it all the time, I don't think anyone would notice.

Except that this is a small town and everyone knows everyone- so the teacher/coach helpfully informed my father that I'd joined the track team voluntarily and in no way was it a mistake of any kind.

My whole family is sports nuts. My dad was in charge of the sports page at the news paper, my mom will talk excitedly about college football, and my brother has excelled in every sport he's ever been in.

I'm a textbook case of Not That. Art student, lead violist, and the most exercise I get is dodging projectile rocks on my way home from school.

But my dad is SO proud of me when he hears about it. Lee is doing a Sport? A Sport that's physical? A Sport with a team? A SPORT!

Like... he bought me new shoes and stuff to clean the shoes with and all kinds of first aid stuff for my muscle pains and oh my god for the first time in his life I was in a SPORT!

(Just to emphasize- he has always been PROUD of me. He thought I was a genius because I showed him how to make chocolate dipped strawberries at home without a fondue pot like... he's pretty sure I'm going to save the world somehow. But this was the first time that I had ever shown even the smallest bit of interest in doing a Sport, which is HIS special interest and now we can BOND!)

So I try.

You know... I hate running.

I actually have a condition caused by a childhood illness that impacts cartilage development as well as asthma from a bronchial infection when I was in 5th grade.

But my dad came to all of the track meets that he could and I was so deep into the lie that quitting now would break him.

So I try my hand at non-running events: shot put and discus. I'd still have to run during practice, but I was allowed to go off and do Not Running for a little bit.

I can't remember the actual numbers or anything, but I remember that when I first did shot put with proper form, the coach kind of turned her head sideways and said 'damn.'

So turned out that being at the roly-poly stage of my larval development meant that I was still learning how my personal body chemistry affects the build of muscle. The answer is 'very quickly.'

It starts getting hard to find shirts that will fit my biceps and now I'm in trouble for wearing non-standard issue tank tops to school from practicing shot and discus.

If this were a movie, it would mean that suddenly being a jock meant that I had been accepted by my peers and something something Mean Girls something something. But no, because having incredible muscle as a thirteen year old did not do anything to disspell the rumors that I was a lesbian and unfortunately I was still bullied relentlessly. Nor did I ever throw a punch because I don't like hurting people and no one ever taught me how to fight. But it did mean that I had a handful of girls ready to use teeth and nails to defend the shot put champion.

Which is important because I was the ONLY shot put and discus thrower in the school.

And as I found out- the district.

I went almost an entire season without competing against a single person, winning the event by default.

Until the semi-finals.

And I did have to compete against an assortment of other thirteen year olds that were just now learning that they had upper body strength. But because they ALSO were the only ones competing in those events they had never competed against another person either.

So we all sucked.

I got gold in shot put. Bronze in discus. But to their credit there were only three competitors.

Huge fucking deal for my dad.

Not a huge deal for the rest of the track team, who all did really poorly in most events BUT throwing events, which meant that this was our last game of the season.

And so ended my short, accidental career as the middle school shot put champion.

"Did you try out again in 8th grade?"

Fuck no. I hate running.

#accidental track star

[seulszn]

Meet Your Camp Counselor

welcome to your First Camp Experience we hope you have a wonderful time but before you do you have to Meet the Counselor’s that will be with you for the next few weeks:

Ellie

Cabin: B4

The Kids wanted to call her Dad (because she sounds and dresses like a boy) but she wanted to be the Cool Aunt.

Cabin Mascot The Newt’s (Ellie named them cause it’s her favorite reptile)

Cabin Chant: Who are we?! We are the Newts, Who are we?! We are the Newts we shoot we score!

Y/N L/N

Cabin: B1

The Kids call her Momma bear

Cabin Mascot Blue Bunnies (Like the Ice-Cream Y/N was thinking about Ice-cream when thinking about the mascot)

Cabin Chant: B1 is where we roam hop, hop, hop to the blue bunnies home

Dina

Cabin: B1

The kids call her Mommy

Cabin Mascot Blue Bunnies (Like the Ice-Cream Y/N thought of it)

Cabin Chant: “B1 is where we roam hop, hop, hop to the blue bunnies home”

Owen

Cabin: D1

The kids call him Dad, at the moment he doesn’t even question them anymore.

Cabin Mascot: Skibidi Toilet (A kid thought of it and started to cry because Owen said it’s not a good mascot he doesn’t even know what a Skibidi Toilet is)

Cabin Chant: D1 is the best rest we have a toilet and a door!

Manny

Cabin: D4

The kids call him grandpa, he doesn’t know why

Cabin Mascot: Lion (it’s his favorite animal)

Cabin Chant: We are the king! What? We are supreme! What? We are the Lions here our scream!

Jesse

Cabin D1

The kids call him Mom, He thinks it’s funny so he doesn’t say anything

Cabin Mascot: Skibidi Toilet (A kid thought of it)

Cabin Chant: D1 is Better then the rest we have a toilet and a door

Abby

Cabin: B2

Kids call her Dad (she doesn’t wanna be called that and tried to tell the kids it ok to have two moms)

Cabin Mascot: Owl (she saw one on the way to camp and thought about having it as their mascot)

Cabin Chant: Who are we?! Who- Who Owls we win, we don’t lose. What?! Who are we?! Who- Who Owls we win, we don’t lose!

Nora

Cabin: B2

Kids call her Mom (she thought it was funny to be mom so she blurted it out that she wanted to be called that)

Cabin Mascot: Owl (Abby thought of it)

Cabin Chant: Who- Who Owls we win, we don’t lose. What?! Who- Who Owls we win, we don’t lose!

Kennedy

Cabin: B4

Kids call her Momma she thinks it’s weird but their 4th, 5th and 6th graders so she doesn’t say anything

Cabin Mascot The Newt’s (Ellie named them)

Cabin Chant: Who are we?! We are the Newts, Who are we?! We are the Newts we shoot we score!

Well we hope you have a great time at camp Waskowitz, if any problems happen please talk with your camp counselor or the camp manager. Don’t forget that this is the camp that changes everything.

#ellie williams #abby anderson #the last of us #tlou2 #ellie tlou #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie william x reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x reader #ellie williams fluff #abby the last of us #abby tlou #seulszn

[wildlife4life]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by the lovely @exhuastedpigeon, @hippolotamus @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @jeeyuns @hoodie-buck @theotherbuckley and @ladydorian05 Thank you all so much!

I am in a very generous mood today, so for this tidbit Tuesday I am sharing several teases from different wips. Enjoy!

NFL Buck: Athena hits the intercom above the code box, taking note of cameras that swivel slightly towards her way. A deep voice seeped with weariness comes through the speaker, "What can I do for you officer?"

In the back seat of her cruiser, Eddie immediately perks up and cries out, "Buck! She arrested me and I don't like it and I swear those tiny humans put her up to it! But I didn't do it! I swear!"

4+1 Buck is too nice: Eddie is actually contemplating stealing Bobby's nice knife set away from the firehouse. Stolen knives for Eddie's stolen boyfriend. Seems fair. Sort of.

When in reality Eddie more than understands. Athena is working, Bobby is covering for Captain Royce, and trying to get any sort of non-familiar (free) transportation from LAX was a disservice to May.

Kidnapped Mpreg Buck: Eddie grips his tiny newborn daughter tight to his chest. Its too quiet. Buck is silent, no longer screaming in agony. Their baby has gone quiet after her first cries. Doug will never make a sound again, lying dead by the fireplace. He can barely hear Hen muttering under her breath, pumping her fist hard over Buck's chest. Chimney hasn't said a word since announcing the loss of Buck's heart beat, frantically working to try and stop the omega from bleeding out. And Maddie...is slumped against the wall near the bed where her brother lays dying, covered in blood from Doug, herself, and Buck. Catatonic. Quiet. Too quiet.

Parental Chimney w/ Teen Buddie: Chimney does a double take when he see's Eddie standing just a step inside the bay doors. The older teen is wringing his hands together, looking nervous and very lost.

Tapping Hen on the shoulder, he motions towards the kid and Hen nods in understanding. "Yell if you need back-up." She jokes somewhat serious.

Chimney rolls his eyes, "Doubt he's here to cause harm."

Hen shrugs, "Your new to this parenting thing, and so am I, so asking for help won't hurt." She glances over to Eddie, "Just don't be too hard on him. From my understanding, kids been through enough and losing Buck must feel like rock bottom."

Return of sperm donor kid: “Carson, Connor is your dad, okay?  I just-well-um” Buck was floundering to find the right way to explain to a beginning 5th grader how sperm donation works. 

“He’s not my dad! I heard my mom say so!” Connor shouted, anger and frustration starting to take over.

Buck raised his hands up in gentle defense, “Okay. Okay.  Let’s just,” He sighs in frustration, looking upwards.  Buck didn’t really pray, but he did believe in the universe and Eddie would be his entire paycheck that he was cursing it right now. “I’m calling your parents.”

Carson opened his mouth to object, but Buck immediately cut him off, “I am calling your parents, and that includes your dad, the same man who has fed you, clothed you, LOVED you since the day you were born. I am calling them and then we are all going to sit down and talk. Understand?”

Hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @bekkachaos @prosperdemeter2 @spotsandsocks @malewifediaz @elvensorceress @bigfootsmom @watchyourbuck @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @devirnis @eddiebabygirldiaz @loserdiaz @spaceprincessem @thekristen999 @lizzybizzyzzz @homerforsure @sibylsleaves @spagheddiediaz @try-set-me-on-fire @monsterrae1 @lover-of-mine @rogerzsteven @eowon @honestlydarkprincess @911onabc @911-on-abc @cowboydiazes @vampbuckley @brokenribsdiaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @arthursdent @glorious-spoon @buddierights @athenagranted @rainbow-nerdss @gayhoediaz @gayedmundodiaz

#tease tidbit tuesday #tag game #my wips #multiple wips #911 abc #911 show #911 fics #buddie #buddie fics #evan buckley #eddie diaz #hen wilson #chimney han #athena grant #sperm donor kid #maddie buckley #nfl #parental chimney #teen buddie #sperm donor arc #mpreg #buck whump #a/b/o verse #high eddie #buck is too nice #cockblock

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

I've always been curious. How much does the English curriculum focus on reading and comprehension compared to analysis of literature in non-English speaking countries? I imagine it's not until the last few years of school that things like Shakespeare are even remotely considered something worth teaching.

How do I answer this without turning it into a TEDtalk...

SO.

The QUICK answer is: It depends.

It depends on the country. It depends on the school. It depends on the curriculum.

I'm afraid you've fallen into the hole called 'non-English speaking countries' - and referring to them under a single umbrella... when in reality, the curriculum of, say, Japan's EFL education and Norway's EFL education are WILDLY different. Hell, even the Philippines and Japan are more different than you might suspect.

Personally, as someone who has taught English as a Foreign Language in high school in Japan (albeit briefly, it was a one-year contract to fill in for another teacher who left the position due to COVID stuff, most of the time I'm an Elementary School teacher), I can tell you that 99% of the high schools in Japan will not have Shakespeare ANYWHERE on their curriculum. Most people in Japan will never run across Shakespeare unless they take a specialized class... probably IN UNIVERSITY.

Shakespeare is a difficult, antiquated form of English. It does not appear on any standardized testing. Why would anyone except native speakers take the time to learn it?

The LONGER answer is:

Students in English-speaking countries enter school knowing how to speak English.

I know there's a tendency to think of 6 year olds as these dum-dums who say things like 'I goed school' but anyone who has actively spent more than 10 minutes around a first grader will know that, barring developmental difficulties and learning disabilities, they actually speak using full sentences and correct grammar 99% of the time.

Schools in areas where English is already spoken natively can focus on:

spelling (oh gods English spelling is a fucking mess, I'm so sorry children I am SO sorry)

punctuation (spoken language doesn't have punctuation, so we have to teach kids to convert pauses and concepts into commas and sentence breaks)

written format (and various ways to apply it in different situations)

literature (famous books, novels, stories which are considered a good serving platter of concepts like analysis and metaphor and other tools we use to make written communication effective and interesting)

Schools in areas where English is NOT spoken must FIRST focus on:

Words (they must memorize on average 2000 to have a basic understanding down)

Pronunciation (each language has different sounds, and English has a LOT of weird sounds that many foreign speakers don't know how to produce... and it takes practice)

Basic grammar (Thing goes first. Doing-action-word goes next. Thing-that-has-action-done-to-it usually goes after that. Sometimes we have a time word that goes-- oh god how do you explain this to an 11 year old oh god)

Maybe spelling by the end of elementary school (my 5th graders only know how to write basic 3-4 letter words)

Basic reading, grammar and punctuation by the end of middle school, along with basic conversational skills

Ability to write a whole sentence, maybe a paragraph, by the time they finish middle school

High school is basically just reviewing more complex grammar because holy fuck is there a lot of it

Shakespeare? Who the FUCK has time for that?! These kids are still struggling to understand how a gerund works!

Things that native English speakers know on instinct, like the fact that this is a weird sentence:

the red big dog sits on the car

(vs the big red dog sits in the car)

...must be taught, little by little, to non-native English speakers, which takes TIME TIME TIME.

So next time you meet someone who speaks English as a second language - I need you to be kind to them. I need you to be thoughtful. And I need you to be thankful you were able to learn all these crazy ass grammar rules and spelling when you were still a young child and your brain was silly-putty in the shape of a vacuum that sucked up vocabulary.

.............fuck ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵒᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵀᴱᴰᵗᵃˡᵏ

#chekhov answers

[dsaf-confessions]

yeah, im sorry this is so long. its not meant against you, mod, respect ya for all that you have to put up with here... yeah.

i think a lot of the people coming on here to complain about other peoples opinions need to take a deep breath. you don't have to agree with them. but bashing people in the tags, anonymously sending in that someone's opinion on a fucking rpg maker game that, at its core, is a massive shitpost.

suicide jokes, especially when you dont know the person saying it at all, are not funny. if it isnt a joke and youre really about to kill yourself over a fun little tumblr blog, get help. seriously. i hope you get better and feel okay one day.

somebody who probably lives 12 to 24 hours away from you, by plane, saying they self-ship or ship an oc with a character you find irredeemable is not the end of the fucking world. sure, you may see it as weird, but at the end of the day a surprising amount of this fandom is around about 13, and thats what 13 year olds do. no shade to yall. those of you that i know are great.

i myself am a minor, i only got into the games, and months later, the fandom around my 15th birthday. its easier than some of you want to admit to stay away from the parts of the fandom that arent child appropriate. i dont mean the drugs. drugs arent anyone-appropriate. theyre fucking illegal. shoving an eggplant up someones urethra is also totally outlandish and sounds like it was written by a 5th grader

lets all respect each other for a bit. nobody fucking deserved to get the colossal amounts of anon hate that ive seen soley because of a harmless opinion.

to the adults here who churn out high-quality comics and fics and ask blogs, that i so joyously read, hell yeah! keep doing that, do what you want with it.

to the children, and by that i mean minors okay we are in fact legally considered children, you keep it up too. keep up your ask blogs and fics and fanart and shit that is sometimes so high-quality i assume youre fucking 30 until i check your bio.

yall, collectively, need to learn that at the end of the day people are gonna do what they want with these characters. it doesnt matter if someone draws henry miller in fucking cat ears because hes a fictional guy. have you seen what they do to steve raglan out there, man? its a fucking warzone but instead of explosives everyones firing out furry edits! it doesnt matter if someone ships something you dont like. im not a proshipper, theres lines i personally refuse to cross, but can i do anything about the people who do? no. ive come to terms with that.

ship your weird rarepair who never met in canon. draw your genderswap fanart. make your au askblog. write that fic you think wont be good enough. someone, somewhere, probably loves what youre creating.

the anons here saying shit like "oh im gonna kms over this" and "thats a fucking weird character to like", yall are the same. im sure you arent all vanilla ice-cream on a summers day level basic. youve got your unusual headcanons too.

we really have to let the minors in this fandom be. they arent going anywhere, myself included, because they dont want to. you cant force people out. so be fucking nice instead of making someone feel ashamed because they make jake a she/they or whatever.

holy fuckin shit that is. long. i am so sorry mod. if its too long you dont have to post it lmao

.

#SPEAK UR TRUTH #dsaf confessions #dsaf #dayshift at freddy's

[teddyeyeseddie]

The Bugs and the Alphabet

eddie munson x reader

songspiraton: we're going to be friends

Fall is here, hear the yell

Back to school, ring the bell

Brand new shoes, walking blues

Climb the fence, books and pens

I can tell that we are going to be friends

Yes, I can tell that we are going to be friends

“Mommy, I don’t want to go!” you yelled, clutching onto your dad’s pant leg, hiding behind it in hopes he would scoop you up and take you back home and away from here. 

“Darling, You have to. You’re going to make such good friends, I promise you it is going to be fine,” your mother breathed out as she coaxed you towards the threshold of the classroom. 

You clutched your lunchbox close to you, trying your best to hide behind it. The room was littered with what felt like hundreds of kids in your mind. You wanted nothing more than to turn around and go straight home where all your toys and pets were waiting for you. 

Before the tears threatening to fall out of your eyes could start running, a middle aged woman you didn’t recognize knelt down in front of you. 

“You must be Y/N, I’m your teacher for the year, Ms. Richards. Can I show you to your seat?” The woman asked as she gently took your lunchbox from your hands and placed it in the cubby labeled for you. You waited patiently and followed the lady to a small desk towards the back of the class. 

You looked down at the table and found your name delicately written on a piece of laminated paper taped to the front of the desk.

“Here you are sweetie, you can put your backpack over the back of your chair. Do you need any help?” You shook your head as you casted your gaze away from Ms. Richards, opting to stay silent due to your nerves. 

Ms. Richards walked away as more parents and children filtered into the classroom, you shrugged your backpack off your shoulders and attempted to sling the oversized bag over the back of your chair. After the third attempt, the tears you had been holding back were brimming the edges of your eyes.

“Want me to help you?” A small voice let out, you looked up through watery eyes and caught a glimpse of a kind little boy, a toothy grin plastered across his face. You simply nodded as you used the back of your hand to wipe your eyes.

The little boy grabbed your bag from the floor and easily placed it on the back of your chair, he took his spot next to you and offered you another smile. 

“I’m Eddie”

“Y/N” 

Walk with me, Suzy Lee

Through the park and by the tree

We can rest upon the ground

And look at all the bugs we've found

Safely walk to school without a sound

We safely walk to school without a sound

“Eddie! Slow down!” you yelled as you made your way through the park. 

“Come on! We don’t have much time! Our parents will kill us if we are late to school again.. But, you have to learn how to do this Y/N,” Eddie breathed out once they reached the playground. 

“Eddie..” you whined out as you pouted.

“Y/N, what 5th grader can’t jump off the swing while it’s going, babies. I will not be best friends with someone who is a baby,” Eddie let out, a playful tone lingering in his voice. You rolled your eyes at him, hopping on the swing quickly. 

Eddie pushed at your back, helping you gain momentum before you started to kick your own feet, each kick sending you higher. 

“Okay now you can’t be afraid, just do it Y/N,” Eddie encouraged you. You gnawed at the inside of your cheek as you looked down at the moving ground below you. 

“What if I get hurt Eddie?” You questioned as your heart began to race. You looked to the side of the swing down at Eddie who had a proud look on his face. 

“I wouldn’t let you do anything that would hurt you Y/N/,” Eddie said as he attempted to calm your nerves. 

“Okay, are you ready? 1..2..3.. Jump!” 

We walk to school all by ourselves

There's dirt on our uniforms

From chasing all the ants and worms

We clean up and now it's time to learn

You coughed as you let herself out of the passenger side of his van. 

“Eds- Where the hell did you get that stuff?” You questioned as you slung your backpack over your shoulder. 

“I got it from Rick, you know him, can get anything from anyone, but he had to buy from a new guy this week, his other guy was dry,” Eddie Wheezed out as he pulled on his leather jacket, his shoulders finally filling it out

“Well it sucked, and smells like shit,” you huffed as Eddie rounded the front of his car. You stopped him as you reached into your bag to pull out some cologne you nicked from your dad. 

“Where the hell did you get that?” Eddie questioned as you sprayed a few spritz across his body. 

“Stole it from my dad a few months ago. Always keep it on me for cases like this big guy.” You smiled at him as he let out a little laugh. 

The two of you made your way towards the front of the school, trying to avoid the school principal that normally stood outfront of the main entrance. 

“Ditch the last period to go get milkshakes?” Eddie questioned once you reached your locker, he slowly backed away and down the hall as he awaited your answer.

“Duh..” 

Numbers letters learn to spell

Nouns and books and show and tell

Play time we will throw the ball

Then back to class through the hall

“Eddie! No way. You are joking right?” You questioned as you stood across the kitchen in Eddie's trailer. 

“No sweetheart, whole record deal and everything” You squealed at his revelation, quickly crossing the room in order to fling yourself into his arms. 

“Eddie, I am so proud of you,” you breathed out with your face pressed against his chest. 

“You’re gonna come watch me play right? Not gonna forget me once you go away to New York?” Eddie questioned as a fake little pout adorned his face. 

“I'd never forget you big guy,” you let out as your chin rested against his chest as you looked up at him. 

Tonight I'll dream in my bed

While silly thoughts run through my head

Of the bugs and alphabet

And when I wake tomorrow I'll bet

That you and I will walk together again

Eddie situated the bowtie that was wrapped around his neck, running his hands down his chest in order to straighten out the pristine white button up. His head shot up at the sound of knuckles wrapping against the door of the small suite he was waiting in. 

“Are you ready, brother?” Gareth questioned as he opened the door. 

“As I’ll ever be.” 

Eddie made his way out of the room, minutes later he walked down an aisle surrounded by every person important to him in his life. He came to a halt at the end of the aisle, his heart racing as he watched for you to appear at the other end. 

As soon as your song started, his heart began to race. 

But once he saw you, the tears threatening to fall just like yours that first day of Kindergarten were freely falling down his face. 

Your white dress flowing softly behind you, the smile plastered on your face made his heart swell, the colorful bouquet in front of you not even comparable to the beauty you were radiating. 

In that moment, Eddie knew that of all the times you had walked together, through everything,  this was going to be his favorite one yet. 

#eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #eddie Munson x reader #eddie Munson x you #eddie Munson #eddie Munson blurb #eddie Munson fic #eddie Munson fluff

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I hate the quality sm but whatever- 🧍‍♀️

General infos:

Nagayou triplets or more known as 'hyena triplets' is 5th graders that is very well known in the school for their demonic cackles that would leave their targets tormented. Unlike real hyenas that 'cackles' when is under attack or frustrated these triplets would instead cackle whenever they enjoyed seeing others getting thru a hard time, which makes people often assuming them as sadistical. They often do practical missions together for a greater result, though they all can function well without each other. One of the 'mean Kids' of seichou.

Houzou nagayou

- the first born, compared to his siblings he has a more sadistic nature and probably the most insane out of them three. He tends to be friends with others for his own benefits, though he does have some real friends. He talks a lot and his voice is described to be more frustrated though he is not. A member of the equipment committee and some juniors there said he's not that bad if you didn't try to make him mad, but not a lot of people gave him the benefits of the doubt. People gave him the title of 'hell born' because of how wild he is.

Koubai nagayou

- the second born and the tormentor. Though she's not typically one to laugh the most out of them ( that's houzou ) she is one that definitely loves to mock her victims. If they have a mission to collect info and need to use torturing methods she is one to laugh and make fun of the person getting tortured. Very insensitive and likes to belittle others especially a lot of girls her age ( mainly cause she is insecure- but we get to that later ) she talks fast and needs to listen to her carefully to make out what she says, often happens when someone asks her something related to her interests ( autistic rizz ) she is part of the biology committee and surprisingly an animal lover who doesn't condone animal cruelty ( animals before humans lol ) shortest out of the three of them.

Tokudai nagayou

- the youngest, tallest and the most quiet out of the three of them. Unlike his siblings he is often not seen laughing or mocking, but rather just gave a disgusted look to his victims. Though he is from a very infamous bunch and has a slightly bad reputation he is the most safe-to-interact out of them all, he is friends with 5th years Chinese foreign students because they once helped him during an accident on a mission, so he grew closer to them. Actually a very funny person if you tried to talk to him, but beware if he himself is laughing cause his laugh sounded very close to an actual hyena and you don't wanna hear that at night. Members of the class president committee.

A/N: YEAHHHH THE HYENAS TRIPLETS

#nintamaka #nintama oc #seichou gakuen

[painbutitspoetry]

There's nothing quite like growing up with grief. Because that other second grader I hang out with on the playground doesn't want to hear about my dying mother. So I don't talk about it. So I lose all my friends when I'm 10 years old and skipped months of school to watch the last of her hair fall out and the flesh melt off her bones and suddenly I'm laying my hand on a cold body and my dad is trying to find a pulse with an apple watch but there is none. So I switch schools and no one even knows that I still pull out four plates for dinner and have to put one back and it's nice but also terrible because then how can they know me? Because then I have friends who are like oh my god I have such trust issues you have no idea but the thing is I do have an idea because the doctors said 2 years and I couldn't handle it but a few months later she was gone and I shattered so yeah I don't trust anything because the world is cruel. And my white relatives tell me to be happy she's with Jesus now knowing full well she never believed in Jesus and they truly think she's in Hell when all she wanted was to be a Stingray. And maybe your friends are annoyed by their parents putting time limits on their phone but guess what I spend every day worrying about my dad because he never cries and one day when I was 11 he looked at me and said the reason he never stops working, never lets himself relax or pause or process is because he spends every waking moment afraid to become Katniss's mother from the Hunger Games, so consumed by grief that she leaves her children to raise and fend for themselves, and my heart splinters because it's my fault my dad can't properly grieve. It's having a friend who was kinda-not-really bullied in 5th grade tell you she tries to be more than her trauma and the scream that builds inside you because that girl has no idea what it's like to spend every day trying to be more than the kid with the dead mom so instead you pretend like your mom never even existed. You pretend like you don't lie in bed every night trying desperately to remember what her laugh sounded like, what her arms felt like around you. Growing up with grief is wishing on every birthday candle that your mom is happy and safe wherever she is and having aunts buy you random clothes that are nothing like you because they pity you and think this will make up for the lack of mother figure. It's the whispers in my head that say no wonder I'm so coldhearted, it's hard to be motherly when you don't have one. It's the fact that she never knew I was a lesbian. It's this barrier, between you and all the other kids because they just don't get it, and you feel so wrong because I'm sorry this sold out lipgloss doesn't bother me but my mom is dead

#grief #childhood #old soul #poetry #sorry for the rant #middle school #childhood trauma #friendship #relatable #depressing shit #dead mom #mommy issues #maturity #girlblogging #dead mother #childhood grief #healing #self reflection #spilled ink

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Epic Steddie Fic Rec (February 5th-March 5th 2023)

Damn, has it already been a month? Time flies! I've had a few busy weekends, I've been away from home for a few of them, so that's why the momentary absence. I hope you enjoy this!

I just want to take a moment to mention that I'm selling some "fandom" bookmarks that I've made! If you like the Avengers, Captain Marvel, The Madalorian, Baby Yoda, or Star Wars, I have some fabrics for you! You can find the info here!

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🖤 it's brutal out here by ithinkicouldloveher (Modern AU, Teacher Steve, Soulmates | 16K | Explicit): or, steve harrington hasn’t yet found his soulmate, but between his best girl eleven jane, the whirlwind that is robin buckley, and a wily group of third graders, he’s got plenty enough on his plate. that is, until another single father by the name of eddie munson stumbles into (the wrong) class.

In Cabin D by blueeyesandpie (Post-S4, Trans Male Eddie, Cabin fic | 6K | Explicit): Steve and Eddie take the party camping...and end up with a cabin to themselves. They've been together a while, but this is their first chance to do anything; they take full advantage.

sun down, you’re up by tkhwh (PWP, Trans Male Eddie | 1,6K | Explicit): Eddie wakes up with Steve plastered against his back while he’s still inside of him after a long, long night. Looks like he has a long, long morning ahead of him too.

All Day Event by Lynn1998 (PWP, Trans Male Eddie | 7K | Explicit): Steve and Eddie are meeting up with Robin and Nancy at the fair. It’s impossible for them to go anywhere without putting their hands on each other.

🖤 we can love each other (i've been told it's okay) by deadratz (Post-S4, Friends to Lovers | 15K | Explicit): Eddie has wondered for a while if Steve knows what kind of signals he sends. He’s wondered if Steve realizes what kinds of things he implies while talking about his failed dates. Eddie ignores it because that’s safer than addressing it. Until it’s clear ignoring it isn’t doing anyone any favors. (Alternatively: Is it gay to sit in your boy best friend's lap while you talk about how bored you are with heterosexual sex? Depends on who you ask.)

Reach Out by VenusDoom3 (No Upside Down AU, Canon Divergent, Getting Together | 5K | Explicit): “I didn’t know how much I’d miss you until you were gone. Right before you left, I kinda… figured some things out about myself, but I didn’t know if you’d… but I missed my chance to find out.” Without knowing he intended to speak, Eddie opened his mouth, vaguely surprised at the dusty rasp of his voice. “You didn’t know if I’d what?” “Y’know.” His face flushing even more deeply red, Steve smiled awkwardly. “Be interested.”

"You ever been in love?" by HairMetal666/ @hairmetal666 (Canon Divergent, Post-S2 | 12K | Teen): It's fall 1984 and Eddie starts passing notes with an anonymous classmate. It changes his life

🖤pulling your strings by Thorinoakentwig/ @thorinoakentwig (Time Loop AU | 14K | Teen): He wakes up to the melody of Kate Bush and the sound of Dustin and Lucas arguing about what sounds like who would win in a fight between Batman and Superman. It’s like ice water dripping down his spine and Steve jerks up wide eyed and horrified as the kids look over at him in confusion. (Or: Steve lives the same day over and over again trying to save his friends)

Let's Be More Than Strangers by DrowningByDegrees/ @drowningbydegrees (Canon Divergent, Season 3, Fake Relationship | 19K | Teen): It’s meant to be a one-off favor to Robin, Eddie passing himself off as her boyfriend. Robin gets to hang onto the secret of why she never so much as bats an eyelash at the guys who come into Scoops Ahoy. Eddie gets more ice cream than he knows what to do with and the opportunity to pull one over on the former King of Hawkins High. Unfortunately, it all works just a little too well, and Eddie finds himself continuing to come back. Before any of them know it, Eddie is annoyed to find he’s pining over a straight boy, Steve is drowning in guilt as he falls just a little bit in love with his friend’s boyfriend, and Robin would really like them to figure out their nonsense before she dies of secondhand embarrassment.

🖤 Ahoy, Big Boy by ChronicRabbit/ @chronicrabbit (Canon Divergent, Season 3 | 80K | Explicit): Scoops Ahoy. America’s favorite place to cool down, and quite possibly the lamest summer job under the blazing Indiana sun. Especially if you were former High School royalty, brutally rejected by each and every university you’d applied to and promptly cut off by your shitty parents in an effort to teach: “some goddamned responsibility.” Between accidentally intercepted secret Russian communications, a meddling preteen matchmaker with no collarbones, and increased proximity with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, a measly $3 an hour plus tips is nowhere near enough to deal.

WIP

Burning Love by FluffyChicken (Modern AU, Firefighter Steve | 9/12 | 39K | Explicit): Firefighter Steve Harrington meets one Eddie Munson and their lives change forever.

🖤 better by you, better than me by palmviolet/ @palmviolet (Canon Divergent, Season 1-2 | 20/? | 106K | Mature | Warning: Violence): November 1983. Between unpaid bills, the supposedly straight jock he’s seeing, and letters from his convict dad, seventeen year old Eddie Munson’s got enough to worry about. But when Will Byers goes missing, it sparks a chain of events that will show there are more depths to Hawkins — and to certain people in it, like infamous Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington — than he realizes. / or, the excessively long slow-burn in which Eddie is involved in the Upside Down from the very beginning.

🖤 here be dragons by pukner/ @pukner (Canon Divergent, Autistic Steve & Eddie | 3/? | 19K | Explicit): Eddie Munson has kissed a boy, and now he has to handle the fallout. He’s got to grapple with the fact that he likes boys, likes a boy, and the harrowing fact that he may have inadvertently broken said boy’s heart. (Part 3 of off-script)

Reboot by plutosrose/ @plutosrose (Modern AU, Actor Steve & Eddie | 3/10 | 10K | Explicit): In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren’t speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update–his character gets together with Eddie’s.

🖤 Steve Harrington’s Radical Fun Time Babysitting Service by Humanities_Handbag/ @humanityinahandbag, Invader_Sam (No Upside Down AU, 90’s | 23/? | 88K | Mature): Alternatively: Steve accidentally starts a babysitting service, falls in love, panics [in bisexual], and gets himself a boyfriend. (Part 1 of 90’s Music Store AU)

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic rec #epic steddie fic rec

[my-castles-crumbling]

Swiftie Anon

Hi guys! I got an ask from an anon that might be triggering so I'm copy-pasting it here so I can put a 'read more' button. I'm naming them Swiftie Anon because they said Taylor really helped them.

TW: SH, SI

Hi Cas, hope you’re ok, because I sure as hell am not. Trigger warning, like mentions of self harm and stuff like that I think.

I’m a seventh grader and recently I’ve been thinking about killing myself a lot more than I usually do. During the pandemic I was in 3rd grade and I kinda realized how much life sucked, but when I went back to school in 5th grade, I realized that this hadn’t occurred to anyone else. I kind of brushed it off bc I’ve always been sort of a pessimist but then I sixth grade I started having suicidal thoughts, I think. I just felt really done with everything, I didn’t want to draw or read or write, and my parents were pissed all the time, it felt like my friends were bored of me (I have abandonment issues from all my friends in elementary school leaving me) (I think)and I thought it would just be easier to not exist anymore, it wasn’t that good. I discovered Taylor, the angel that she is, she just felt…like a friend, like she was right there, you know, and I’ve been mostly okay-ish since. But school fucking sucks and in 7th grade I had to do a presentation in front of my class and I started crying and hyperventilating, I couldn’t even stand up. I think I have anxiety idk. I’ve always been shy, and I’ve hyperventilated before when my parents were yelling at me about stuff and my arms started bleeding because I was digging my nails into them. My parents found out at conferences and I got grounded. my brother knows bc he walked in on me crying and hyperventilating once but he’s leaving for college next year and idk how the fuck I’ll stay together without him. My younger sister and I are really close, but I don’t want to drag her in onto this stuff. And ik once I get to high school it’ll be even worse bc high school sounds horrible and I might be all alone again bc I might not go to the same high school as my friends

I haven’t said a word about this to anyone voluntarily and I know I can’t tell my parents. I always lie on those surveys you get at the doctor, and my parents are always saying I should have a more positive outlook on life and try to be happier and it makes me so pissed bc I am trying as hard as I can to be happening but nothing fucking works.

idk what do with myself anymore, a teacher mentioned college today and I almost broke down sobbing bc I don’t think I’ll let myself live that long. It’s just…really hard and everyday feels like years. Should I tell someone? I’m not as bad as I was in 6th grade, but I know I should be getting help somehow. But I suck at asking for things and I can’t trust any adults.

sorry for the rant, I just need some advice. And a virtual, pat on the head or something, idk.

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Hi hon!

First, (with your permission), I'm like to give you a virtual hug, because it sounds like you're dealing with a lot <3

I'm gonna be really real with you right now: You need to ask for some help. You have a lot going on, and some really heavy feelings, and you don't deserve to be dealing with them at ALL, let alone by yourself.

You're young, and you have SO MUCH life left to enjoy, and suffering through it like this isn't fair. So I'm going to share something about myself with you, okay?

When I was younger, I was very depressed. I was in a bad relationship and I felt very trapped, and I got to a point similar to you.

One day, I got so overwhelmed that I sort of realized that I either needed to ask for help or I would end up making a really bad decision. So, I asked for help.

Again, I'm going to be real: It was SUPER scary. I had to see a lot of doctors and I cried a lot. But after a lot of work, I was able to get better, and now, years later, I am in a (different) healthy relationship, and I have a job and a pet, and I'm here talking to you.

I know this sounds stupid because it's like some feel-good story and right now I'm sure you feel less than great. But I say this because you NEED to ask for help, even if it is difficult. Because there are real things past this feeling. A future job, a future relationship (if you want), a future pet, future kids (if you want). They're all very real and achievable and this feeling is temporary, even thought it feels so permanent right now.

So I'm going to give you some options, since it seems like you don't want to talk to your parents:

Talk to a doctor. Doctors are trained to help you, and they have a lot of resources.

Talk to a trusted teacher. Teachers can sometimes be amazing resources as well, and a lot of them want to listen when you ask to talk.

Talk to a different adult (aunt, uncle, coach, someone!) that you feel close to that will help.

Call/text/message a hotline. Here is an example of a hotline you can talk to via messaging, text, or phone, depending on what you prefer.

But you need to ask for help, because you DESERVE to be happy and living your best life.

It would make me super happy if you message/inboxed me an update, whether you're doing better, worse, or the same! I'm so proud of you for reaching out and I'm cheering you on!

#ask #asks #ask cas #tw: sh

[cookiescackles]

Other novel supports for Sun Wukong having Red Eyes?

I keep eyes literal red eyes being mentioned, and this is the only place in the novel where I remember him having red eyes being mentioned.

Above is the Anthony Yu translation, and below that is the original Chinese simplified version(with side notes). Both excerpts are found in chapter 7.

The English version definitely sound like he got permanent red eyes, especially when you consider the word "inflamed".

However, in the Chinese version it sounds like the smoke irritated his eyes to the point of redness, and from this incident he got a chronic eye condition/disease. It does not sound like the red eyes were permanent at all, just that the smoke damaged his eyes and gave him eye disease.

But what do I know with my 5th grader Chinese education. If anyone wants to copy and paste the Chinese sentence is '只是风搅得烟来，把一双眼煼红了，弄做个老害眼病，故唤作“火眼金睛”'. (without that side-note LOL)

EXCEPT the OTHER DAY while I was, well, reading the book, Wu Cheng'en starts describing Wukong's eyes as not red, but yellow.

That highlighted yellow part says "黄眼睛", which is "yellow eyes". Unless you got a translator ig you just have to believe me. These two are from chapter 36.

Guys what colour is Wukong's eyes.

#jttw #sun wukong #what's Wukong eye colour #I'm not that far in the book

[americanrecord]

Good morning, Kelsey!! How was yesterday? I hope today is wonderful 🩷. I hate not being able to text you 😭😭

Yesterday was productive for me!! I finished a big assignment, and I feel better for being done with it. I went Christmas shopping, and I found something for my mom. I'm done shopping for her now. I'm still not sure what to get the boys, but I'll figure it out!

I don't have classes today, but I am going to an elementary school near campus. Since the 5th graders weren't able to come to campus for their field trip, we are going to their school. It'll be fun! I'm just hoping it doesn't rain 😭.

good morning, ashley!! i HATE IT!! i sent another ticket to the staff today and haven't heard back from my reddit guy (😐), so we'll see where that goes! i literally hate it, i have something to complain about.

anyway, i'm glad yesterday was so productive! that's great!! congrats on getting that assignment done with and out of the way, and yay on finding something for your mom <333 !!!!

also, that's sounds so fun about going to visit the kids. omg, i hope you have fun and that the weather cooperates!!

yesterday for me was boring. i just worked and did a little homework and edited! so that was productive!! today, same thing. except i'm currently managing the inbox for the chicago marathon and like the red cross' team for it and the lottery for the general marathon closed today so everybody is FLOODING the team red cross inbox with inquires to join. i think i've gotten like 8 in the span it took to type this...and there must be like well over 35 new emails in the inbox....from no later than 9 am!! (so an hour ago!!) omg. another one just popped up...

#ahh!!!!!! #ashley ❤︎ #✉︎ — confessions.