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What sort of goths are coming to this SubWay
this is why i am still not allowed to the local subway without my dad present
@star-horse and I are banned from a local SubWay because of sword fighting.
This is true
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oh gods it was parents evening again tonight..
other parents: how did you do that?
Me:do what?
Other parents: your teenager is eating a salad..
Me:i never forced him eat, now he will pretty much eat anything…except chicken casserole which we both agree is gross
Other parents:we don’t get it.
Me: our only rules are bed at eleven on a school night and don’t hack any important government agencies.
Other parents: you don’t restrict screen time?
Me: you know 95% of kids will self regulate, given the chance?
Other parents: thats not true
Me: have you tried it?
other parents:…but, now he’s reading 1984
Me: he has had a university reading level since he was 12, what am i going to do censor his reading material?
other Parents: what if he reads something you don’t approve of..
Me: i fail to see your reasoning…
Me: you know he cooks too..it’s our mother/son time, we talk about his friends…
other Parents: he talks??
That “he talks??” bit gets me
Yeah, kids talk. If your kid doesn’t talk to you, it’s because of one of two reasons:
You’ve created such a hostile/unwelcoming home environment that they don’t feel comfortable enough to talk
You have signaled to them somehow, some way, that you don’t care about what they have to say. That what they have to say isn’t important.
Kids are not stupid, not at any age level. They pick up on shit and they remember and then when they grow to be teenagers, they know who they can talk to about stuff and who they can’t.
My 13 year old nephew is not particularly affectionate with his mother and he rarely talks to her about anything important, but there are times I can’t get that kid to stop hanging off me and he has those serious conversations with me, like when we discussed his friends coming out to him as bisexual.
It’s not even that hard to make a kid feel loved and welcome. I don’t even know what my nephew is talking about half the time with his games, but they’re important to him, so I let him talk and I make appropriate noises of shock and sympathy when they are needed.
He watches a lot of YT channels, so we’ve discussed the importance of regulating your media, because I don’t want motherfuckers like PewDiePie shaping his world view.
He reads anything from Stephen King to manga and he does that because I’ve been reading him books since he was a baby. I do it with all of my nieces and nephews; when they get school-aged and old enough to read on their own, our “us” time is going to the bookstore and letting them pick out a drink and a book.
Because reading is important to me and I want it to be important to them, too. Now, it’s not something I suggest, it’s something that my nephew asks for.
“I finished my book, Aunt [Dessie], when can we go to the bookstore again?”
And when I tell him a date, I make sure to keep it.
Saying, “You can talk to me about anything” and “you can rely on me” is all well and good, but words are just words. You have to mean it and you have to show them that you mean it.
Otherwise, when it gets to those important moments in their life, they’re gonna shut you out rather than let you in.
Seriously though, you guys. Like.
Here is a secret:
Children and adolescents are actually fucking desperate for adult attention and approval. They really are. Even the ones that have in fact kinda got fucked up so far and have learned that The Only Kind Of Attention They’ll Get Is Bad and so act like shitheads, or the ones that have learned to be inhibited (and it might not even be you who inhibited them, it mighta been their peers or some teacher somewhere, which sucks!) and learned that by showing need they’ll just end up humiliated, or whatever?
Yeah them too.
Kids want to make you happy.
They’re often TERRIBLE AT IT. They’re kids. Their brains don’t work right, their bodies are weird, they have terrible impulse control, horrible deferred satisfaction, they’re shitty at projecting future consequences, and especially if they HAVEN’T been taught they’re probably bad at showing you positive emotions!
They’re BAD AT IT. And they often don’t want anyone to know it. And they’re embarrassed about it.
But they desperately want to. So much.
So one of the most crucial things is:
a) make sure they know how to make you happy. Don’t assume they can figure it out! They probably can’t!
b) make sure that’s something that is literally possible for them to do.
c) make sure, when they do it, that you SHOW THEM YOU’RE HAPPY WITH IT.
It is absolutely ASTONISHING HOW FAST this can create a self-sustaining cycle with the SMALLEST of starts.
Hello friends we went to Galaxy’s Edge it was lit af
Never too early for Halloween dice, right?
IT’S TIME 😁🎃👻🍁💀😈🍂🔮👻☠️🎃😈🍂
@star-horse @spaceman-spifff SPOOKY DICE
I WANT THEM
actually there is one more
This rhymes
Next time my teacher makes us read a poem this will be it
Wow!! i love it
I’m sorry okay
Oh god, the laugh that came out of me because of this was SO UGLY.
@star-horse lol
Oh my god 😂
there are two kinds of necromancers
post idea stolen from @susandeath (notes on this post)
I’m clariel
Thank you Garth Nix for fueling my hand holding kink.
More Inktober with my two favorite Garth Nix protagonists! And their perfect companions, obviously.
Recently I read The Abhorsen Trilogy, and drew my fave character, Mogget. He’s a witty and sarcastic little white cat most of the time, but he’s also an ancient being of immense power. I haven’t decided yet if I want to add more to this.
yeah I know your hogwarts house but are you an abhorsen, clayr, royal, or wallmaker
Halloween picture– The Abhorsen, hard at work!
**EDIT**, Augh, you guys, I feel so guilty that so many people have liked this picture and it’s so rough and crappy… >_> Clearly this is a fandom starved for fanart. I will draw a prettier version (and more!) after the holidays, I promise! Until then, just remember that Tim Curry read these books, and that a fourth installment is coming out next year. :)
“ She sheathed her sword, took off her gloves, and fumbled with her bell-bandolier, cold fingers counting the BELLS. ❝ RANNA, ❞ she said aloud, touching the first, the smallest bell. Ranna the SLEEPBRINGER, the sweet, low sound that brought silence in its wake. ❝ MOSRAEL. ❞ The second bell, a harsh, rowdy bell. Mosrael was the WAKER, the bell Sabriel should never use, the bell whose sound was a seesaw, throwing the ringer FURTHER into Death, as it brought the listener into LIFE. ❝ KIBETH. ❞ Kibeth, the WALKER. A bell of several sounds, a difficult and contrary bell. It could give freedom of movement to one of the Dead, or walk them through the next gate. Many a necromancer had stumbled with Kibeth and walked where they would not. ❝ DYRIM. ❞ A musical bell, of clear and pretty tone. Dyrim was the VOICE that the Dead so often lost. But Dyrim could also STILL a tongue that moved too freely. ❝ BELGAER. ❞ Another tricksome bell, that sought to ring of its own accord. Belgaer was the THINKING bell, the bell most necromancers SCORNED TO USE. It could restore independent thought, memory and all the patterns of a living person. Or, slipping in a careless hand, ERASE THEM. ❝ SARANETH. ❞ The deepest, lowest bell. The sound of strength. Saraneth was the BINDER, the bell that SHACKLED the Dead to the wielder’s will. And last, the largest bell, the one Sabriel’s cold fingers found colder still, even in the leather case that kept it silent. ❝ ASTARAEL, the Sorrowful, ❞ whispered Sabriel. Astarael was the BANISHER, the final bell. Properly rung, it cast everyone who heard it far into DEATH. Everyone, including the ringer. Sabriel’s hand hovered, touched on Ranna, and then settled on Saraneth. Carefully, she undid the strap and withdrew the bell. Its clapper, freed of the mask, rang slightly, like the growl of a waking bear. ”
— Old Kingdom 01: Sabriel.