i was just a baby...

Kalim's tsum vignette was fun (I lost my mind multiple times)

centuries wept away

imbibitors your lunae

i have been wanting to draw pada-wan with long hair. my dear heart.... you are hard to draw

one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.

He’s running away from los wiwis

pretty boy privilege is real and he has it

imagine peeking into the living room and finding satoru on the couch with his four year old on his lap. the two of them are both staring with the same blue eyes at the television, watching an animated movie. satoru's chin is resting on his child's head, and you can see their small hands gripping their father's forearms.

it's a touching scene that's playing out on the screen, you can tell by the moving dialogue and music in the background. but you can't help but hide a smile watching your lover and child mirror the same expression.

teary, wide eyes; bottom lip tucked between their teeth; cheeks tinted in pink as they both breathe in sync.

when your baby sniffles you notice satoru squeeze them a little tighter; and it's enough to make your heart burst on the spot.

but with you I see stars insp

Ramona Ramona Ramona

Tom Glynn-Carney and Ewan Mitchell recreating aegond’s wedding dance at CCXP Mexico

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WITHOUT A WARNING????

Monday, October 16.

The Color of the Sky.

You love it, we love it. And quite understandably, too, as there is a lot to like. Enough of it to go around, you might say. An endless supply. Total abundance. The lion's share, but for everyone. Because each and every day it's still there, a little different each time: sometimes grey and bland, sometimes fiery orange, sometimes deep navy, sometimes salmon and swirling, something rainy and drab. It has one job, very simple, and it does it very well. Very reliably. Like a big clockwork blanket. Let's give it up for #the color of the sky.  

Happy window watching x

sigh

Happy birthday babygirl ♥️♥️♥️ now give me your damn card im begging you