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kurama.... you have to change back...

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HAPPY MIGHTY NEIN DAY
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why did I waste my time drawing this stupid comic
Only on the darkest arctic nights can you encounter this Primordial PokĂŠmon. It manifests as aurora and ice, gently towering over the pole's frigid denizens... â¨âď¸đ§ (There are 12 kinds of PokĂŠmon in this #art! Can you find 'em all? Some are well hidden... Have fun, open your mind, & don't give away answers! đ) Image on Bluesky~

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Just me. Being completely normal about a p(r)etty, dramatic elf.
Over The Waves by Setsuko Matsushima
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QUILT?!?!
tiny kurama from a magma session!
need her carnally

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okay, and lastly Any Other Business? no? right, meeting adjourned, time for the cuddlepile
How many cuckchairs does a person need, jesus
The Cuck Counsel will decide your fate
let's keep him
compiled my yu yu hakusho doodles so far. yeah i love it its so good my mans togashi doesnt miss
dear Santa please make ai bubble blow up and every ai service go bankrupt facing legal charges for stealing other's work
I have waited ALL FUCKING YEAR TO POST THIS
Santa is coming tonight.
And none of us are getting ANYTHING CUZ WEâRE ALL A BUNCH OF DISGUSTING PERVERTS
But thatâs fine.
I bought myself the Loki costume in Minecraft, so its a Merry fucking Christmas for me!
Happy Holidays, followers!

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I am exceptionally lucky in that my parents never hit me, grounded me, confiscated my things, banned me from my hobbies or threatened any of these actions to make me behave as a kid. as an adult it has made me realise how very very long a road most people have to traverse before they can take a statement like 'no rule that must be enforced by threat is legitimate' seriously.
I really do mean this sympathetically. we are not well equipped as a culture to grapple with the implications of power and violence, because we are intimately saturated in it from birth. cruelty feels natural, and that's hard to unlearn.
a bunch of things that I know are going to sound really corny (which honestly I think is half the cultural problem - the idea that non-coercive parenting is touchy-feely, ineffectual or just kind of cringe - but that could be a whole other post)
the main thing was that they always explained things to me. if I wanted something I couldn't have, they explained why (from 'we can't afford that', 'it's bad for you', 'it's dangerous', all the way up to 'it's made by a big company that treats its workers badly, and we don't want to give them money'). If I threw a tantrum, they either waited it out until I got tired and bored or they redirected what we were doing ('we have to be patient and wait in line. if we don't wait in line, we can't go into the theatre. we can't wait in line if you scream and upset people. okay then, we're going home.')
beyond that, they always spoke to me like a full person. they asked my opinion on things and took it seriously, and asked me why as much as I asked them. apparently I had a phase as a toddler where I always wanted to be the first one on the swings / down the slide, and would throw almighty fits about it, until my mum took me aside one day and said 'why do you want to be first? are you worried the slide will get used up?' I laughed like it was the funniest thing I'd ever heard, and never kicked up a fuss about taking turns after that.
on the granular level, they focused on positives over negatives. My mum would draw little good behaviour charts for me, featuring e.g. me walking a long winding path through the woods with my soft toys. the path would be made up of, say, 30 stones, and every day that I was well behaved I'd earn a sticker on one of them. when I reached the end of the path, I got to pick a treat. something like a new plastic animal for my collection, or a day trip to the aquarium.
I do remember them sitting me down once and asking me to come up with what I thought would be an appropriate punishment if I ever did something really bad. I think my first suggestion was something like 'no TV', which was a real nice try because we didn't have a TV at the time. I don't remember what I finally decided on, it might have been 'no dessert for a week'. We wrote it down together and I signed my name, and they sealed it in an important looking envelope which they put in my dad's filing cabinet (for important documents). This would be unsealed if I ever did something Really Bad. the eventuality never came up, but the act of participating in the exercise kept me mostly on the straight and narrow. It's funny, the conceptual punishment itself wasn't even that bad. It was the seriousnes of the adult commitment I'd made to Behaving Well that did the trick.
When I DID do the standard naughty stuff, my parents would just sit me down and explain to me seriously why it was wrong and what impact it had caused for other people. They'd ask what motivated me, and why I acted on those feelings in that specific way. They would, of course, tell me they were disappointed. If necessary, they would tell me how things would have to change as a result of what I'd done. They were always, always open to hearing out my side of the story, and always, always took my feelings seriously even if they disapproved of my behaviour. they would ask if I was ready to say sorry and get a hug. if I wasn't ready, if I was still upset or angry, they would give me space in my room and ask me to come find them when I wanted to make up. and I always did, because I always knew they would accept it.
whatâs new pussycat just started playing in this restaurant and every millenial in the room shared a knowing, fearful look
Itâs fucking Tom Jones? Millennials are you too stupid to realize that Tom Jones is the reason some of you exist? (Think about it for a second, youâll get it)
hhhhhh oh my god ohhh my god oh my fucking god
tom jones fucked all of our moms
Two weeks ago, my sister and I went out for breakfast at a popular cafe near her place. Enyaâs âOnly Timeâ started playing halfway through our homefries, and was still droning right along as I ate my last bite of potato. Squinting, I looked up at the ceiling, looked at my sister, and said:
âEither someoneâs playing âOnly Timeâ back-to-back, or âOnly Timeâ is a lot longer than I remember.â
Her eyes went huge. We lingered over our tea (a thing we normally wouldnât do in a crowded eatery, but we had a mystery to solve) and soon confirmed that, yes, somebody was looping Enya. No one else in the cafe seemed to have caught on, but we were some of the younger people present anyway. The staff were all going about their business. Nobody was looking around with fearful millennial knowingness but us. By the sixth-ish repetition, we were in silent hysterics, biting our fists, whispering âGODDAMMITâ to each other, drawing weird glances from adjacent tables.
My sister got up to use the bathroom. Left alone with the seventh repetition of âOnly Timeâ, I left my stuff at our table, got back in line, and ordered a pastry to go. As the barista rang me up, I said:
âHey, sorry, weird question, but I have to know. Are you guys pulling a Salt and Pepper Diner right now?â
Her face transitioned from âpolite customer service maskâ to âsly but delightedâ in .2 seconds. âWeâve been waiting to see if anybody would notice. Nobodyâs been reacting at all!â
âIs there a prize for being the first?â I promise I was joking, but she lit up and said,
âYes, oh my god! Do you want a cookie??â
And thatâs the story of how John Mulaney won me a giant ginger-molasses cookie.Â