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maruti-bitamin

pet

neurodiversenerdz

pips-squeak

rb to explode a terf ^_^ nonrefundable ^_^

sinsear-aisteach

and another thing: no child should ever be made fun of for things they love especially by their parents

sinsear-aisteach

it should go without saying but apparently it needs to be said over and over and over again because every time i hear my mom tease my sister for playing wolfquest, every time i hear a teacher tease a kid for doodling, every time i hear a babysitter laugh at a kid explaining the plot of a show they like, it drives a fuckin stake through my heart because i was that kid once.

i was made fun of enough times by adults, by peers, for liking something and wanting to share it that i just. didn’t. anymore.

dont fucking tease kids for liking things. even if you think its cringe. ESPECIALLY. if you think its cringe. because the way you speak and act towards them when they are sharing themselves with you STICKS and they will think of it years down the line.

BE NICE TO KIDS. BE NICE TO KIDS. LISTEN WHEN THEY SPEAK TO YOU. BE. FUCKING. NICE. TO. KIDS.

corollarytower

I was a substitute teacher for a little while between grad schools, and one day I had a middle school math class for the morning. The work they were assigned wasn’t *especially* hard, and one little girl knocked it out in 20 minutes. She started drawing what was very obviously Sans Undertale, and when I noticed I wanted to be supportive, and had the following exchange:

“What’s that you’re drawing?”

*panicking* “It’s nothing, I’m sorry, I’ll put it away.”

“No it’s okay, I was just curious about it.”

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“You’re not in trouble, I just thought it looked like a character from a video game I like.”

Her face *lit up* the second I gave her the smallest bit of approval. She started asking me if I’d heard of various AUs for Undertale, and I tried to follow along as she explained her favorites. I obviously had to keep an eye on the rest of the class, answering questions and helping with algebra, but each time I passed her desk she had more things to tell me.

Anyway, it was very cute, but also a little sad how obviously starved she was for someone kind to talk about her stories with. Kids deserve to have someone in their corner, and it takes no effort at all to smile and listen if they have something they want to share. Preserve the earnestness you want to see in the world.

abschaumno1

Hi hello I am VioletShootingStars on ao3 and I’m here to present you with the doodle I made today over your Void fic :D

I will openly admit that it’s pretty bad, it was a ten minute doodle warm up, and my personal exercise as of recent has been drawing in pen to get over my perfectionism lmao

Anyways here’s a hand with some fire and a sneaky little nether void with smoke horns and a face that implies he’s probably moved your furniture half an inch to the left :)

I don’t mind wether you post it or not but after you said you wanted to keep it I wanted to give it ^_^

Hi I love this! It's great! I adore that Nether Void. It has definitely moved every piece of furniture it could get to half an inch to the left. The Overworld Void probably helped. The End Void wanted nothing to do with it but snuck them a ruler so they could make sure it really was half an inch.

kr0ww231

If you know, you know

The Siren Keralis headcanon can live rent free in my head and I can’t not draw him in the Stitch meme

deathricedrawn

🌼 hero of the village

rednines

ave-venefica

a bit of late-night musings on blazeborn joel and floran lizzie

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Joel watches Lizzie-the-racoon fall off the edge of the End, and when he sees her next she’s been reborn as Lizzie-the-Floran. He greets her in the End with a casual wave of his hand, careful to remain a foot apart from her at all times.

Flames sometimes burst from his skin and lick down his arms. He’s careful to keep this part of himself from singing her petal-soft skin.

They’re the same height now—though Joel would argue that he’s still taller—which makes it easier to converse with one another without hurting their necks. They stroll through the many strange and sublime biomes that thrive in the void-like darkness of the End. Lizzie likes to point out her favorites or go into wild and emotive tangents about the research she has done on these plants. She looks beautiful even with that rotting pumpkin on her head.

Joel listens with quiet appreciation. Nods here and there, cracks a joke, teases his wife. He pays special attention to a few of the warm-colored plants and makes a note to possibly use them for a future building project.

“Do you want me to bring you a new pumpkin?” He doesn’t ask her why she doesn’t just stay in the Overworld, where there’s sun and rain and plants galore. Lizzie always loved a challenge.

“That would be lovely.” She pokes at the hollowed-out shell of the jack-o-lantern, and Joel can tell, even without seeing her face, that she just wrinkled her nose. The shell was getting too soft. It wouldn’t hold on for much longer. “I don’t think I’ll be able to wash the smell of pumpkin out of my hair.”

“Good thing I like pumpkins then.”

“Since when?”

“Just now.”

She laughs, air-like.

When he leaves, they don’t part with a kiss or a hug. Instead, they present their palms to each other, close enough to feel each other’s warmth, but with enough space so that Lizzie doesn’t burn her hand. Flowers can burn in fire, sure, but what is the sun except for a great ball of fire? They cannot touch in this life, but this space, this warmth between them, was enough.

And Joel was content.

blackqueerblog

being aware of the impact of things we can often not think about (like straws) is important if we’re to make strides on environmental preservation

that does not eclipse the importance of being aware of how it impacts disabled people. they’re both conversations we need to have

fumblebeefae

and on top of this ableism, banning plastic straws won’t do shit for the environment because straws aren’t even close to being the main cause of plastics pollution. Calling for a ban on straws is the same bs of shifting the blame of pollution onto the general public when its massive corporations, businesses and governments as a result of capitalism that is to blame. Disabled people shouldn’t have to be thrown under the bus so you can feel better about the environment without having to do actually do anything of worth.

simplydm

What I love about the soup squad is that the intimidating-looking dwarf with a huge battle axe is the least likely to kill you. No, you gotta be wary of the adorable woodland elf girl and the alien human in a hoodie. They’re brutal and will not hesitate to slay you just for a giggle. The dwarf can’t even stop them.