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oswinian · 3 months

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tagged by the wonderful @ezrabriidger to shuffle my on repeat playlist and let the first twelve songs predict my 2024. Thank you so much and I am so sorry this is late💜✨

january - yellow flicker beat by lorde (going back to school will be interesting ig) february - fake out by fall out boy (that checks) march - fences by paramore (ok we're establishing boundaries ig) april - the kintsugi kid by fall out boy (TEN YEARRRRSSSS) may - haunt (demo) by bastille (uh oh) june - can't catch me now by olivia rodrigo (me escaping finals) july - just a girl by florence + the machine (hot yellowjackets summer it is) august - visitor by of monsters and men (something something visitor in my parents house moving back to college something something) september - youth by daughter (uh oh again) october - homemade dynamite by lorde (october is gonna be a bop) november - we used to laugh / 9 to 9 by flora cash (uh oh x3) december - backyard by of monsters and men (this song is very december to me idk why)

tagging anyone who wants to participate <333

#mutuals 💜✨#tag games #(tysm for tagging me geo I'm sorry I spammed answered them both in one night <3)

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jahayla-parker · 8 months

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Hey Jahayla!

I don't know if you remember me lol 😅🙈

I've been gone for a while. I've just not been that active on tumblr (doesn't help that I've been planning for a holiday next week and working my butt off)

I'm so sorry I haven't been here that recently. I'm sorry I've not been here to show love for your writing like I used to.

I'm so proud of you. I remember being here when you first started writing and I instantly fell in love with your writing style. I'm so proud of how much you've grown!

I'll try be here more often to show my support in future 🫶🏻💜

Oh my gosh, of course I remember you!

I confess it took a moment due to the username change, but of course I remember you!!!

You’ll probably see I’ve made a lot of changes around here lol. So you probably don’t read for most of the characters/people I write for now, but hopefully I’ll have some for the ones you do out soon (none in the lineup so it’ll be once I open my requests again)! 💜

But, I’m glad you’re back! I appreciate all your love and support, always!!! 💜♾️

#galaxyholland🌌#galaxyholland💎💜#mutuals 👯‍♀️#sorry my tags aren’t working 😭 so i had to guess the tag emojis from before as my prediction tags don’t exist right now #Jahayla checks her inbox 📬#i love it when you guys send me asks 💕#tysm for the support #ily

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timidpumpkin · 11 months

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Can I get a reaction when reader want to go to carnival or other fun places and then they got lost and ended up at their own home

Is the reader going to escape or go back to their daddies TYSM🤗

Hiiii🥰🥰🥰💜💜💜. I loved this idea sooo much and it really helped get me out of the writer's block funk I was in! It’s a litttle bit different from what you asked so I hope that’s okay and you still like it!! Thank you so so much, I loved writing this!!~~~~~💖💖💖💖💖

(pictures are not my own)

Helpless (Stucky x reader)

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Warnings/tags: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Female reader, stockholm syndrome, forced age regression, mention of previous kidnapping, reader gets lost, mild injury to reader, Implied reader has small hands in comparison because Stucky is gigantic (fact), Angst, Fluff, Comfort. Reader baby-talks as well, Lots o' cute nicknames (as usual).

Word count: 4.1k

Tagging a few of the absolutely lovely people who have supported me this whole time. I love you and appreciate you all more than i can express. @haleyhunwritess @ppatricia34me @hoplessfussybambi @canyonmooncreations @sapphyslittlenook

P.S. i'm gonna start a tag list so lemme know if you wanna be added <3

It was getting a bit cooler now.

The previously bright day had been overtaken by navy shadows that bring nippy wisps of air that catch on your exposed arms, sending chills throughout you.

“I told you we should have used the long-sleeved one,” Steve remarks to Bucky as he watches you make a tiny shiver.

Bucky rolls his eyes at him, knowing you were the one who insisted on this specific onesie when he dressed you this afternoon. With an eager look on your face, you held it up to him, proudly showing him how it would match perfectly with some leg warmers you found in your drawer. He couldn’t argue with that, not when your giddy smile and sweet eyes looked at him while holding it up as high as you could for him.

“Come here babydoll,” Bucky says, squatting down a bit to get closer to your level.

You don't hear him for a second. Not even your numbed fingertips could distract you from the bright lights that reflect off your eyes. You’ve been watching the multicolored Ferris wheel since you got here. You wanted to go on it so bad.

Thus far, you’ve only been allowed to play the ground games. Though, you can’t complain too much now that you’ve collected quite a load of new stuffies to bring home. You’d like to think yourself pretty talented at these games–maybe too talented.

You’ve all but completely missed the harsh glares Bucky gives the poor workers when they tell you “awh too bad” when you miss the target, but then proceed to hand you whichever stuffed animal or toy you’d been wanting anyway. You’d turn around to your daddies, excitingly showing them your prize and proudly exclaiming “I won! I won!” and Bucky would always tell you how good of a job you did every time.

“Babydoll?” Bucky calls again, bringing you back to reality, his voice sweet, as if he’s teasing you a bit, knowing how much you've enjoyed this outing.

It was a tough call. Bringing you here. They knew how much you wanted to go. Ever since Peter babbled on and on about his trip to the carnival at his birthday party a few months ago, you’ve been begging them ever since. It’s not that they didn't want to take you. It could never be that. They just weren’t sure if it would be safe…

“There’s all kinds of creeps at those things!” Steve argues to Bucky, turning around as if that’s the last word and final say about it.

“I know. I know. But…she really wants to go. Plus…it’s not like we’ll ever let her out of our sight.” Bucky tries to reason, knowing it was something they would enjoy too. He has several fond memories of dragging Steve along with him through the bustling crowds of people just so he could play–and win–all the games he could, always asking Steve which prize he wanted before promising him he’d win it on the first try. Long before he knew of what true cruelties lived beyond their hometown, Bucky had already mastered the art of staring down unfair showmen who would poke fun at Steve’s then narrower figure.

Bucky just couldn’t help the almost giddy feeling he got just at the idea of holding you up high while you throw one of those balls with all your might to win some oversized stuffed animal that you’d undoubtedly insist on carrying on your own despite it being twice your height.

“We could even get one of those leash things,” he suggests, the idea popping into his mind like it’s the most brilliant thing, remembering how he showed the leashed froggy backpack he saw a while ago to Steve.

“It’s not just that,” Steve admits, brows furrowed as he sits on the edge of the bed, a sad and worried look overtaking his features that makes Bucky want to cave to anything he’d ask. “what if…” he trails off, not meeting Bucky’s gaze, “what if…she tries to run off?” he says quietly as if the fear itself would be brought to life if he spoke it too loudly.

It had been a long while since you tried to run away. All things considered, you seemed to be fully adjusted now. Every so often you would act up, but only in the way that all little girls would every now and then. They would always punish you appropriately, the way all good daddies would, reminding you that your life with them is your life, and that the horrid life you had before you was one never meant for a sweet innocent little girl like you.

They saved you. Steve routinely reminded you as such, but he didn’t have to. Bucky could tell you knew it was true now just by the way your bright eyes greeted them every morning. You knew that you were only good and safe with them to take care of you. His little girl couldn't even function without them now. It was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Bucky thinks for a moment, walking closer to Steve and kneeling on the floor in front of him. He pushes his way into him, maneuvering himself between Steve’s legs, and scoops his distressed hands into his, kissing them both before looking back up to Steve.

“She won’t.” he says, thick air questioning if it's true.

But his words say more than just that. The meaningful look in Bucky’s eyes tell Steve that no matter what, they’ll always have you. And that there was no way you could get away from them. Bucky knew it wasn't just the fear of physically losing you, but the fear of hurt that they would feel if you even tried.

Steve smiles a bit, his hands pulling Bucky up so that he’s now standing between his legs. He takes his hands, sliding them down from Bucky’s sides to his hips where they rest for the moment.

“Alright,” Steve sighs, looking up to Bucky, and pulling him a bit closer by his belt loops, “but any sign of trouble, we leave” Steve states, seriousness in his tone, the same kind of voice he uses when they’re on missions together.

“As if it would be any other way.” Bucky remarks, a smirk teasing his face as he dips his head down a bit to meet his lips with Steve’s. Steve sighs into his kiss, feeling the tension leaving his body just by Bucky’s stable words and secure presence.

“You think too much Rogers” Bucky teases after breaking from the kiss, thinking of all the times Steve would try to worm his way out of Bucky having to go on a mission with him in fear of his partner getting hurt–whether it be mentally or physically–Steve couldn't bare the thought of having to see Bucky like he was when he saw him for the first time in this new world.

“Can’t help it,” he breathes, Bucky never ceasing to take his breath away from his all-encompassing kisses. “I love you two more than anything,” he says earnestly as if it’s the only known fact in the universe.

“I know” Bucky smiles, “I know.”

“Oh-sorry Daddy!” you turn around, not meaning to ignore him. He holds out a sweatshirt and you instinctively hold up your arms so he can help put it on you. “Did you see the Ferris wheel Daddy?” you ask excitingly for the third time that night. Bucky chuckles a bit.

“Yes, I did,” he answers as if it’s the first he’s hearing about it while putting some soft-knitted mittens he had in his pocket on your hands. “M’not sure if Dada heard though,” he whispers to you, “maybe you should go tell him,” he informs you with a wink.

You hurriedly run over to Steve, jumping in place over and over again in front of him.

“Dada! Dada!” you take his hand and drag him a bit closer to where you had the best view of the colorful wheel. “Look!” you point and turn to him with an excited expression. “Can we go? Please? Pretty please? Please please please please-” you babble over and over again while continuing to jump up and down until you’ve all but run out of air in your lungs.

Steve looks at the contraption suspiciously, not trusting of the achy-sounding metal, and certainly not wanting his little girl near anything dangerous. He catches a glimpse of Bucky though, who’s contagiously smiling at you both, and remembers how often Bucky tells him not to worry so much.

“Okay-okay” Steve caves, unable to help but smile at your hyper manner right now. “Just this once, then we can go home and get you all nice and warm” he teasingly pinches at your cold cheeks.

“Yayayay!” you literally scream out, not even caring one bit that he said it was only once or that you had to go home after this. You were more than overjoyed that you got to ride it at all.

You start to make a sprint for it, only getting a few feet when resistance yanks you back, stopping you in your tracks and forcing you to steady yourself from the unexpected halt in momentum. Steve hadn’t even pulled on the backpack at all, it was just your pure running and his not moving an inch that caused you to ricochet back a bit. It’s a wonder you didn't fall flat on your behind.

“Heh-sorry!” you sheepishly laugh it off and wait patiently for them to catch up with you in basically two full steps for them.

As you make the short walk to the diminishing line in the late hour, Steve stops to tie his shoe, occupying both of his hands. You swing your arms aimlessly around waiting for him to finish while looking around.

As you mindlessly scan the area around you, your head does a double take as you recognize something.

No–someone.

You watch the stranger in confusion until the remnants of memory come back to you. It was a friend. But this person wasn’t Peter or Wanda…no. It was a friend from…before.

It disorients you, confusion washing over you and placing a pit in your stomach as your life before now was mostly forgotten and placed in a dusty cardboard box in the back of your mind’s vaults.

You watch as they walk away, towards where you know leads to the parking lot. And as if something takes over you, you start following their footsteps, unhinderedly drifting away from where Steve and Bucky are.

As you mindlessly follow, several feet behind, memories of your past life replay in your mind. They playback in black and white as if you’re watching one of those really old movies Steve likes to show you sometimes.

Then you hazily remember when they first found you…took you. Emotions of how scared and confused you were overtake your mind. You remember how they kept you in the house, never letting you leave.

“Sily girl, Dada can’t kidnap what’s already his,” Steve would tell you every time you’d harshly accuse him of kidnapping you.

“No one can protect you like we can,” Bucky would shush you after one of his punishments when you had pushed too hard. “Daddy only does this ‘cause he loves you.” he’d brush over your already bruising skin before carefully wiping away the tears that he had ignored for hours before.

Some nights you’d wake from nightmares, the specifics of it not mattering when Steve would find you crying into your stuffie. He never hesitated to pick you up and let you weep into his shoulder. Always whispering that you were okay, that you were safe.

“It’s okay angel, Dada’s here. You’re safe with me. I’ll always keep you safe. Always.” he’d repeat to you sincerely, holding onto you so tightly, as if the slightest loosening of his grip meant the very air around him would harm you.

To him though, it was true. Nothing could hurt you as long as you were in his arms. He’d carry you downstairs, where Bucky would tell you that nightmares didn’t matter “‘cause they aren’t real, doll…not like me and Dada.” he’d caress your warm cheeks while Steve fetched you some cold milk. They’d stay up with you as long as you needed, not even daring to shut an eye until you felt safe enough to sleep again.

And truthfully…you did. You did feel safe.

Maybe it was strange…the way you sought their comfort…their touch…their love, when you fought it in the beginning.

And you did fight…hard.

But every retaliation you made only ended in harsh grabs. Every effort to push them away resulted in lacerated reminders. Every moment you spent denying what they told you only yielded unrestrained punishments.

“My sweet girl…you’ll learn soon enough. Fighting us only makes it harder for you.” Steve would stroke your cheek through the bars of your crib. “All you have to do is listen to what we say. We know what’s best for you, angel.” he’d say before leaving you all tied up and alone for hours…sometimes days.

And then, after you’d more than cried yourself dry, throat scratchy from lack of hydration, he’d appear to you, asking if you’d learned your lesson. Your body would somehow discover new tears as you’d plead with him, promising him you’d be a good girl.

It’s then that he’d smile down at you so sweetly, lifting your limp body from its cushiony cage and shower you with endless affection.

He’d drown you with attention, never allowing you to lift a finger. He’d clean you up with your favorite scented soap, and after you were all done, Bucky would present you with a new set of soft clothes they bought just for you for taking your punishment so so well. They’d play your favorite shows and message every sore spot on your tired body after ordering from your favorite type of take out, something you never even told them. There wasn’t a moment where they weren’t touching you in some way, dousing you with sweet words about how much they loved their beautiful helpless little girl.

Helpless.

A word that reminds you exactly how you felt the very first time you bumped into Steve. All alone and scared, in a place that was dark and unfamiliar. You were lost then.

Just like you were right now.

You practically snap back into reality, the one where you’ve found yourself far away from the luminous festival lights and eerily close to where you can’t hear racket of activities anymore. It’s quiet, and you don’t even know where that funnily familiar person you were following went. Dread fills your insides as you realize you’re all alone.

You turn around hastily,

Anxiety fills your stomach as you rashly run in the opposite direction, before tripping on a wire that sends you spiraling down to the ground. You clumsily try to catch yourself, mittened hands harshly hitting the pavement, and asphalt slashes through your leggings, exposing the soft flesh of your knees to razor-sharp pain.

The sudden impact scares you, tears that were already forming from before start rushing out of your eyes.

Instinctually, you cry for Steve. For Dada. But when after too many moments you don’t feel their comfort, you look around and remember they’re not there. Your heart pounds as people rush by seemingly unaffected by your fallen form. You swirl your head around looking for them and are instead met with the haunting image of your green leash’s end, its ghostly emptiness scorning you from where it lays.

You cry harder, guilt and anguish now thumping alongside the throbbing in your chest that radiates to your body’s wounded limbs and you're pretty sure the only words coming out of your mouth are pathetic strings of ‘daddy’ and ‘dada.’

“There she is” Bucky spots you, both of them rushing over to you, distraught as they notice your scraped-up form.

“Dada!” you cry, leaping towards Steve and wrapping your arms around his neck as he picks you up. You helplessly weep, not just from the physical pain but from the emotional strain your misplaced detour took you on. You cry for leaving them. You can't tell if it was on purpose, but you feel awful from even remembering your past life and getting so close to being lost.

“Fuck, angel. What happened?” Steve breathes, taking the scuffed mittens off your hands to examine you closer.

“I-...I-” you try to speak through gasps of crying. They both question you on where you went and why you walked away. You barely manage to tell the story in broken sobs as to what truthfully happened. They listen intensively as you tearfully explain the details of what happened.

“But-but-I-I don’t wanna! Don’t wanna lose daddies! Don’t wanna! Didn’t mean t-to! I-I p-promise-I-I didn’t!” you stagger between breaths, gasping for air as your sob relentlessly in Steve’s arms.

“Shh, hey-hey” Bucky caresses your head, directing your attention to him. “It’s okay, doll. It’s okay. You’re okay.” he consoles. Steve gently wipes your tears at the same time and helps in calming you. You look at them both through blurry vision and continue weeping apologies to which they both remind you that it’s okay.

They were scared to death when they only took their eyes off you for a second and you were gone…but they found you, just like the first time.

They bring you over to sit down on a bench so they can better help console you and check your injuries. Steve rummages through the backpack he was carrying to get a first aid kit, and Bukcy watches through tortured eyes as you miserably cry.

“Doll.” he tenderly tilts your chin up to him. Tearful eyes red from crying look up to him. “Daddy’s proud of you.” he states, earnestly, stern and true. It makes you cry harder though, with confusion written all over your face. Proud? How could he be proud when you almost thought about running away?

“W-why?” you cry “I-I bad. bad!” you weep pitifully as you feel Steve cleaning your knees.

“No angel. You’re not bad.” Steve states, only confusing you more, you were sure both of them would be upset with you…considering they had every reason to.

“You know why?” Bucky asks, stroking your previously cold cheeks that have now been warmed by your tears. You shake your head no as more seemingly endless tears fall. “‘Cause you came back,” he says, wiping them as they come. “You came back to find us. That’s all that matters.” Bucky reassures you.

It hurts, both his and Steve’s worst fear almost coming to life.

But it didn't.

And truthfully, no one understood that more than Bucky. He knew more than anyone what it was like to get confused. To see or hear something otherwise mundane that whips you back to a place where you feel out of control.

The story you recanted to them rings all too familiar to him. It reminds him of shaky hands and paralyzed tongue that attempted to explain to Steve what it was like to not be in control of your own body. Your own actions.

It didn’t matter that you wandered away. It didn’t matter where your thoughts went. All that mattered was that you cried for them. All that mattered was your tiny hands curled around Steve's shirt so hard he’d thought you’d hurt your own fingers. All that mattered was the way you pulled Bucky closer while weeping his name as he comforted you.

All that mattered…was that you needed your Daddies.

They both reassure as such in ways they knew you'd understand. Besides, it only made sense that their little girl would get confused sometimes. That’s what daddies are for. And you came back because you knew they always made the best decisions for you. And even if on the off chance that you hadn't…that really wouldn’t have mattered anyway either. They would always find their little girl because you belong with them. Always and forever.

“Which ones do you want little princess?” Steve asks you, offering a variety of colorful bandages in front of you. Your hysteria and their sweet strong words have all but distracted you from the pain of the scratches lacerating your knees. You point to the ones you like and Steve praises you for making “such a good choice babygirl.”

Bucky holds you close and lets you bury your head in his chest while Steve carefully puts them on. You feel guilt again when you notice that the soft mittens now have little scuffs and holes in them that match your pants. But Steve reassures you that it’s ‘no biggie’ and that they can always get you another pair.

“How about Daddy and I get you some ice cream?” Steve suggests, knowing sweets was at least one way to cheer his sweet girl up.

You sniffle, looking to him at the suggestion.

“Ice cweam?” you say with a small voice “I-I wike ice cweam” you say softly, not meaning to slur your words. But you never did anyway, it always just happened beyond your control.

“I think that sounds perfect, huh doll?” Bucky says lightheartedly and sweetly while picking you up from the bench and placing you in Steve's arms.

“Wif sprinkles toos?” you ask, rubbing your sore eyes.

“All the sprinkles for my sweet little girl” Steve smiles at you while playfully poking at your side making you giggle a bit.

The cold dessert cools your hot throat and brings a smile back to your face. Of course, what really made you happy was knowing your daddies weren’t upset with you, and even more importantly, that you were never going to lose them.

“Hey what’s that on Dada’s face?” Bucky points directly to Steve, making you turn to examine it closely as you're still in his arms. It gives Bucky the opportunity to steal a lick from your ice cream.

“Hey!” you laugh turning back to Bucky’s not-so-secret move when you realize there was nothing amiss on your Dada’s face.

“What?” he puts his hands and shoulders up in a shrug of confusion while looking around and feigning confusion. You giggle more as obvious signs of ice cream are on the tip of his nose.

“Looks like daddy’s the one with something on his face” Steve teases, and you laugh with them while they let you finish your little treat.

“You still wanna go up on the Ferris wheel babygirl?” Steve asks after wiping your hands clean from any sticky residue. You look up to him with awe and shock, not expecting him to still offer it.

“Really?” you question with a hopeful but weary look on your face from not being sure of why you deserve it. Steve nods at you and tells you yes. Maybe he was skeptical before, but nothing was better than seeing his little girl's face light up in a smile.

Plus, Steve knew you were their little girl. More than that, he knew that you knew. In your heart, you came back to them. You needed them. And that’s all Steve could ever want.

You’re squeezed between your two daddies as the wheel makes its way up to the top. They watch as you look in awe of how tiny everything looks from up above. This must be what it's like for your daddies to see all the time. You feel as though you’re at the tippity top of the wheel forever. You don’t mind as it’s beautiful and quiet up there with the only people in the world you wanted to be with. You tiredly lay your head against Steve's arm, signaling to him that you’ll likely sleep the whole drive home.

“I love you,” you say contently, and they know you say it for both of them.

“We love you too angel. So much,” Steve tells you, smiling down at his sleepy little girl, and looking up to see Bucky’s lightened up face too.

He takes it all in, remembering the times when just he and Bucky would go out to these things–or really–when Bukcy would drag him to the carnivals. He knew how much Bucky loved this. He knew how much you loved this. And he loved it too. He loved you both, and that was all he needed.

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nothorses · 6 months

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I saw your tags on the post about trick or treaters not speaking and I am v interested in hearing more of your thoughts on the concept of “developmental delays”! I‘ve seen the idea that disability is a construct, but I’m not as familiar with the idea that development is also a construct. You have really great takes as an educator and someone who like, actually GETS how kids work, so I am interested in your thoughts!

I also know that posting on this subject might be poking the bear, so it is 1000% cool if you would rather not comment 💜 Tysm!

Oh I'm happy to talk about it! I love talking about this stuff, thank you for asking me to 💙

This isn't exactly new ground; there's been plenty of research into and writing on the subject, and deconstructing "development" as a static concept was, ironically, a huge part of my most recent development class.

The idea is that our understanding of "benchmarks" of development, which informs the larger concept of development as a whole, is heavily rooted in the assumption that Western culture is The Standard. We prioritize walking, talking, reading, and writing, which means we cultivate these skills in our children from a young age, which means they develop those skills more quickly than they do others.

To use one of my favorite examples from Rogoff, 2003, Orienting Concepts and Ways of Understanding the Cultural Nature of Human Development:

Although U.S. middle-class adults often do not trust children below about age 5 with knives, among the Efe of the Democratic Republic of Congo, infants routinely use machetes safely (Wilkie, personal communication, 1989). Likewise, Fore (New Guinea) infants handle knives and fire safely by the time they are able to walk (Sorenson, 1979). Aka parents of Central Africa teach 8- to 10-month-old infants how to throw small spears and use small pointed digging sticks and miniature axes with sharp metal blades: "Training for autonomy begins in infancy. Infants are allowed to crawl or walk to whatever they want in camp and allowed to use knives, machetes, digging sticks, and clay pots around camp. Only if an infant begins to crawl into a fire or hits another child do parents or others interfere with the infant’s activity. It was not unusual, for instance, to see an eight month old with a six-inch knife chopping the branch frame of its family’s house. By three or four years of age children can cook themselves a meal on the fire, and by ten years of age Aka children know enough subsistence skills to live in the forest alone if need be. (Hewlett, 1991, p. 34)" (pg. 5)

In the US we would view "letting an 8-month-old handle a knife" as a sign of severe neglect, but the emphasis here is placed on the fact that these children are taught to do these things safely. They don't learn out of necessity, or stumble into knives when nobody is watching; they learn with care, support, and safety in mind, just like children here learn. It makes me wonder if Aka parents would view our children's lack of basic survival skills with the same concern and disdain as USAmerican parents would view their children's inability to read.

Do we disallow our children from handling knives because it is objectively, fundamentally unsafe for a child of that age to do so- because even teaching them is developmentally impossible- or is that just a cultural assumption?

What other cultural assumptions do we have about child development?

Which ties in neatly with various social-based models of disability, particularly learning and, of course, developmental disabilities. If your culture doesn't value the things you are good at, and you happen to struggle with the things it does value, what kinds of assumptions is it likely to make about you? How will it pathologize you? What happens to that culture if it understands those values to be arbitrary, in order to accommodate your unique existence?

#education #childcare #disability #ftr I am specifically saying that it adds an important and interesting dimension to models of disability based on the social model #because disability is a complex combination of social/cultural and legitimately limiting factors that people to this day #are still trying to define in an inclusive and effective way #(and probably will be forever because it's so tied up in social/cultural and political stuff)#I dont want to imply that disability is 100% entirely made up- but it also isn't 100% entirely 'objective physical reality' or whatever.#its complicated. ill have better thoughts when im not just like 5 weeks into my first disability studies class lmao

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pink-anonymous-person · 10 months

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finally!!!! finished the color wheel challenge with these hotties in my art style!!!

i wanna thank @proxylynn as well for helping me suggest few characters for this challenge hehe!! ^u^ 💖

🩷 Ren (14 Days With You)

❤️ Pedro (Angry Boy Pedro And His Friend)

🧡 Ren Hana (Boyfriend To Death)

💛 Friend (See Thru: Need a Friend?)

💚 Vio (Your Boyfriend)

🩵 Sunny Day Jack (Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack)

💙 Peter (Your Boyfriend)

💜 Alan (My Dear Hatchet Man)

I hope you all like it!!

edit: fjdkdjdh im too shy to tag the creators of these ocs and i didn’t know most of em have tumblr accs im living under a rock but fr tysm for the notes ❤️

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heartofjasmina · 8 months

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ok i’m sure you’re gonna read my rb tags but i’m making an official request for more daddy!katsuki + ageplay with a fem!reader. 18+ is v. okay with me, but fluff is also wonderful. if that’s ok haha. tysm. 💜

It is more than okay! Good to hear from you Bunny!

It always happened like this after especially tender sex, when Katsuki poured his heart and soul into his hands and lips and body until you heard with every thrust the unspoken "I love you."

You were gathered to his chest, his shaft still inside you because he knew you hated being cold and separated immediately after sex. One large hand rubbed circles into your back and the other kneaded your ass lazily.

It was cozy in your room, with richly textured quilts and soft pillows piled onto the bed and rain hitting the windows outside. The darkly sweet scent of your boyfriend filled your senses and you felt so... small in his arms. He had the body of a pro hero afterall, broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist and strong thighs, his hands so big they dwarfed yours. The shift in your headspace seemed so slow and smooth you were little before you realized it.

"Dada," you breathed in his ear, sucking a little smooch into his skin. He tilted his head to look down at you a smile like a sunrise spreading across his lips.

"Is that my babygirl?" His voice was husky and soft-- it made you shy and happy all at once.

You nodded, your thumb finding its way to your mouth, being joined with him swaddling you in a bone deep sense of safety and contentment.

"Who's daddy's good girl hm?" He asked almost laughing because you were already answering him.

"Me!"

"That's right. My baby." It only took a moment for him to reach over to the bedside table drawer to retrieve your pacifier. It was Cinnamoroll themed with all sorts of sparkly shit he knew you loved, and you took it into your mouth happily.

"Sleep now, its far too late for little girls to be awake." He murmured returning his hands to their original positions, knowing you loved getting your tushy rubbed when you were on your way to sleep. He pulled the quilt over you so you would be nice and warm and kissed the top of your head.

You wanted to complain but you really were tired, worn out and boneless. So you simply reached up to kiss his lips, smiling quick and sweet,

"Night daddy."

"Night punkin."

#katsuki smut #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo smut #jasmina writes 🌸#soft lil baby #? :jasmina's asks: ?

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melody-starlight · 4 months

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🎉🎆🎇HAPPY NEW YEAR 2024!!! 🎇🎆🎉

This is some sort of a special thing (with @sirensea14 cause she is by far one of the best friends I ever had in my life, she made me smile multiple times, she made me happy when I was feeling upset, I thought I would be completely alone, but I am so relieved to know that I wasn't- tysm Siren <333 and I hope you will like the gift I made for you 🫶🫶🫶🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🥹)

I also wanna thank my other amazing friends/mutuals who made me smile this year! ♡♡♡

@potatoreak aaaaaa where do I begin?? Reak you are one of the sweetest and kindest friends and Moots I have ever met!! 🥺🥺 I can't thank you enough for making me smile when I need it!! I would never the art trade we made together! ;w; you seriously mean a lot to me!! And I hope you are having a great new year!! >w<

@lunarshadow04 eeeee!! I smiled a lot when you followed me!! And your responses to my fan arts always made my days better qwq I appreciate it so much more than anything!! I hope we can get along well and maybe we can become friends <333 you are an awesome bean!!

@tired-writer-in-progress TOGO!!! The art trades we did together! And we have a lot in common :D you are so talented girl!! I mean it!! Your Ocs are pretty cute and lovely!! Keep it up togo!! You will become one of the greatest artists one day!! Never give up!! >:3

@playingwithmatchboxes Sis, I know you left tumblr, but I would never forget everything you've done for me, that one wholesome rp we did together, you cherished me, supported me, listened to me when I needed, you were literally a big sister that I wished I had in my life <333 I am not sure when we will meet up again, but I hope to see you soon big sis, please take care of yourself and I hope 2024 will be a great for you and your family 💗💗💗💗

@grim-ghou1 awww one of my wholesome mooties 🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶 you are pretty wholesome yourself!! >:3 keep up being cool!! Thank you so much for tagging me in posts that made me smile <333 you made me feel a lot better and I hope we can get to know more each other ^w^

@herr-aka-somecutenerd HERR!!! I know we didn't talk to each other a lot, but i am glad that we followed each other few years back then!! I love your art sm and I am happy to know that we both cherished our F/Os and our aesthetics together <33 ☆☆☆ you were very kind to me :,3 I I would never forget that! <33

@overanalyst556 we only each other not long ago but you were fun to talk!! Thanks for the lovely asks you sent me and I really enjoyed them a lot <333 I hope we can get closer! :)

@joficeandwind HEWO THERE MY DUDE!! LISTEN TO ME!! DON'T GIVE UP!! if you have a talent! Don't waste it!! Do anything that you enjoy and that you love the most!! I believe in you!! And I know you will do great things!! Have a faith in yourself!! And you will be proud of yourself >:)

@mochlinathecuphead241 MOCHA <333 I loved your art months ago and I am happy that I followed you to the day!! <333 you deserve all the support from other people!! Thank you for making me smile and you have such a great talent!! Your OCs are so lovely and they have a great design and story!! Looking forward to hear more about their lore!! <333

@cupsie AAHHHH ONE OF MY EARLIEST FOLLOWERS HERE!! ♡♡♡♡♡ I can't thank you enough for your support for my drawings and making me feel more encouraged about my stuff ;w; I love your OCs!! It was so fun drawing them!! And OCs interaction made me happier than before!! ♡♡♡ ✨️🥰🥰 I hope I can make more fan arts for you and keep up with your awesome drawings!!

@mytherbalegwladys hello!! Tysm for following me back and I still had fun with art collab last time!! Tysm for the fan arts you made for me and I love your art sm!! You are a super talented and creative artists 💗💗💗💗🤍🤍🤍

@alice-the-kittycat-yt ALICE!!! I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR DRAWING MY SONA MELODY <333 🎵 🎶💜💜💜💜💜 YOU MADE ME SMILE AND YOU MADE MY CHRISTMAS DAY SM BETTER!!! YOUR ART IS WONDERFUL AND I HOPE WE CAN TALK MORE FURTHER NEXT TIME!!!! :D

And I want to thank my other cool mooties such as @shankss-perfect-ass @ciciandthemeeps @angel-beloved @onecupofsugar @megan-the-cupgirl @ann-jiiiiii and to everyone else!! ♡♡♡◇◇ (I will try to find more to make sure to wouldn't forget anyone aaaa or if i am just too shy to tag everyone ;; but i love you all <33)

#artists on tumblr #my art #manami draws 🍭#babtqftim #cuphead #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #fan art #bendy #inky mystery #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #qftim cuphead #qftim bendy #gift art #im cuphead #im bendy #happy new year ♡♡#this is also my first attempt at drawing fireworks lol #but i like how it turned out #<3

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hbyrde36 · 24 days

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✨FrankenWIP game✨

Tagged by @sidekick-hero 🥰🥰🥰 tysm!

Rules:

post 3-6 sentences of your most recent WIP's, with titles, and people can send you asks for more 3-6 sentence snippets! tag as many people as you want or just use this as a reason to add a few new sentences to your projects!

no pressure tags: @hitlikehammers @pearynice @penny00dreadful @klausinamarink @manda-panda-monium @dreamwatch @cranberrymoons @finntheehumaneater @thefreakandthehair @medusapelagia @withacapitalp

Times Like These (The Anniversary Edition)

“Fine, but please—you know better than most what could be out there, don’t go too far.”

Eddie held his breath as he listened to Steve’s retreating footsteps. He had no intention of going very far, not sure how he’d even made it this close to the edge of the properly in the first place.

The moment he heard the glass door slide shut, and he was sure the other boy was gone, Eddie’s legs buckled, and he slumped down against the trunk of the nearest tree, pulling his knees to his chest.

Life is a Game (and True Love is a Trophy)

They made love for the first time while camping out by Skull Rock. A special place that held so much meaning for them now. Somewhere they often went to be alone, to escape the house when El was home and Max was over and Wayne was bustling around and their need for each other was too strong to hide soft and silent behind thin walls.

[REDACTED] or IDTWIHABB

A very special gift fic for @penny00dreadful so I can't share any details (not even the title, it'll ruin the surprise!) but please help me finish this by the end of the month 💜

SteddieBang2024

Another secret! Nothing to share here but feel free to encourage me to work on my summary and outline. I'm really excited for this one!

No Vacancy (mildly smutty snip under the cut)

Steve looked back at him over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t let you blow me last night with your uncle in the other room, did you really think I'd let you fuck me this morning?”

Eddie grinned. “No, but I do love getting you all riled up anyway.”

“Menace.”

#tag games #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #wip game #steve x eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steddie fic #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #time loop #beach motel au #gift fic #steddie big bang

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blue-eyed-giant · 4 months

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tysm for tagging me @kylorens 💕💕

last song: kupa kızı ve sinek valesi by teoman BECAUSE IT IS SO STUCK IN MY HEAD

favourite colour: purple 💜

last movie/tv show: the 1970 wuthering heights (very boring tbh but timothy dalton was a good heathcliff, everyone else sucked tho)

relationship status: very single sadly

last thing googled: wuthering heights 1970 (i wasnt sure of the year lmao)

obsessions: stardew valley and cute aesthetic stuff bc im stressed and looking at pretty stuff calms me down

tagging: @its-a-hare-pom-pom @zzoomacroom @kulemii @yuzensoniktornavida and anyone else who wants to do this!

#tag game

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thee-morrigan · 9 days

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oc in 15: holland townsend

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

thank you for tagging me @grapecaseschoices! 💜

…apparently all I do is give Holland sprawling internal monologues (she contains multitudes…of bottled up anxieties), so this was actually a bit harder than I expected.

— 1) “It's actually very cool of me to have a chalk talk prepared about the Muppets."

2) "Shut up, please?" she amended sweetly.

3) “Well, my therapists have always said I have a talent for intellectualizing my emotions.”

4) "Oh, good. My usual metric for whether someone is a reasonably decent person is if they're nice to my dog, so if you were like, stalking me or something, it would totally invalidate my entire system.”

5) “She said being a parent didn’t come naturally to her. Like I was a hobby she was considering taking up instead of her fucking daughter.”

6) “I am half sweat, half limp irritation.”

7) "You know, when I imagined this scenario, I was a lot more articulate."

8) “You are driving me insane. I’m just wondering if I should be concerned.”

9) "I make you breakfast one time and that's the deciding factor in whether you tell me you're in love with me?"

10) “I love that you bring me books instead of flowers.”

11) "Honestly, if she were anyone's mother but mine, I would be sympathetic."

12) “One never knows what skills might prove useful given the right situation, agent.”

13) "Everything is debatable. If you approach a conversation from a perspective of curiosity—"

14) “Don’t worry: like apparently everything else about you, I find your surprisingly transparent deflection tactics utterly charming.”

15) “Who ever said you could trust my heart?”

— idk who's done/not done this and my brain is Tired, so if you haven't and you want to: I tagged you in my heart please info-dump about your ocs to me tysm <333

(and like, if you wanted to talk to me about any of these, I would only love the excuse to spiral aloud. I am, of course, never not spiraling internally.)

#the holland brainrot is terminal i fear #like half of these are from wips whoops #also we are *ricocheting* between banter and mommy issues here today sheesh #oc: holland townsend #tag games

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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I’ve been watching fairy tail Lately and I’m up to a scene where Lisanna asked Natsu when their grow up can she be his wife (teasing of course ) now I’m wondering how would asl boys react if their childhood friend asked them that ? Love to hear your thoughts ! 🧚‍♀️

a/n - I just watched JJK 0. … I’m not gonna say anything else- 😭 this is so adorable anon- tysm! 💜💜

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, fluff :)

It’s a promise <3

Luffy

It was a normal day of fun, running around, trying to catch Luffy in your daily game of tag. Unfortunately, Luffy was unusually quick, and he had boundless amounts of energy, and at this point, you didn’t even know where it even came from. Luffy looked behind him to see you following him closely, he laughed, not realizing the root of a tree sticking out in front of him. He tripped, falling straight onto his face, making you trip over him and fall over as well. You tumbled through the grass until you gently hit the trunk of a tree. He laughed, sitting up with a huge grin, smile spreading from ear to ear. You always played with him, everyday was filled with so much fun that you barely remembered the feeling of loneliness. You could never be lonely with Luffy, his personality couldn’t let you be lonely. You wanted to make sure your days like this would never end. That this adventure would never end. “Lu! When we grow up, and you’re king of the pirates, can I be your queen?? Then we can both be king and queen of the pirates!” You said with a smile and a laugh. Luffy giggled, “We’ll be the strongest together!” He said, giving you a high five as usual. You didn’t realize that your question sounded a bit like you wanted to marry him when you two were older, but you two were children, naive enough to not understand. “It’s a promise!” You said, holding your pinky out, waiting to intertwine it with his. He nodded, squeezing your pinky gently with his, and now this promise of yours was forevermore.

Ace

Basking in the sun with none other than your best friend, Ace. Turning to look at him, his skin was lightened by the warm gaze of the sun, his freckles speckled across his cheeks. You two were inseparable, no one could ever hope to keep you two apart. And if you were separated, it wouldn’t be for long. You fidgeted with your hands, you honestly never wanted to part with Ace. When he would leave to become a pirate, you wanted to come with him, you wanted to stay by his side forever. “Hey Ace.. Can you promise me that we can stay together forever?” You asked, making him sit upright quickly. He was shocked, and quite flustered, “Married?!” He asked, his cheeks flushed a bright tomato red. You never said “married”! You bonked him on the head, “I never said that! But- yeah kind of.” You replied, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. Honestly, you gave up in trying to get the answer you wanted, it was a weird question anyway right? “I promise, we’ll never be separated. Happy?” Ace asked, hiding his blushing face as he held his hand out for a handshake. You smiled, shaking his hand up and down, making him dizzy, “It’s a promise then!”

Sabo

Reading books with Sabo was just a different kind of happiness. It was a feeling of peace that you couldn’t even describe. Listening to him rant on and on about his favorite books was one of your favorite things to do. Today’s story was a fantasy about a Prince, escaping his suffocating family, his home that chained him down. “I want to escape someday like him..” Sabo said with a hopeful smile, continuing on with the story. This prince had a person that he also wanted to escape with, he wanted to travel with them far away, on and endless journey of love and joy. It was a sappy fairy tale, but a beautiful one nonetheless. You wanted to be that person. You wanted to be Sabo’s “forevermore”. This was your chance, you couldn’t possibly let Sabo leave to become a pirate like his brothers without you! “Sabo… Can I escape with you? And be your forevermore?” You asked with a smile, one that always made Sabo’s heart swell. You paused, and Sabo’s face exploded with a tomato red blush. He couldn’t speak, you’ve rendered the little reading prodigy speechless. At least you got your feelings out, now it was his answer you were desperately waiting for. “Y/n. Let’s escape together, I promise that we’ll escape!” Sabo said, managing to get himself together as he held his pinky out for a promise. Your heart brightened, now you could remain with the boy that made your days the best forever. “It’s a promise.” You said, intertwining your pinky with his, your huge and warming smile bringing such a content feeling to Sabo’s heart.

a/n - ah yes. now im a sappy writer 😭 this was adorable-

#one piece #one piece x reader #anime hcs #one piece fluff #sabo x y/n #sabo x reader #sabo one piece #sabo fluff #asl one piece #ace x y/n #ace x reader #portgas d. ace #ace fluff #monkey d. luffy #Luffy #luffy x y/n #luffy x reader

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arcielee · 4 months

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ship and let ship

I was originally tagged by the lovely @cdragons for this (and I love this idea so much), as well as my darlings @asa-do-your-thing & @bucknastysbabe 💜

List your 10 favorite pairings you shipped throughout 2023 for funsies ✨ These are in no particular order, just the random ships I roamed Tumblr for.

☆ Alysmond (artwork by the talented @paintb0x, you keep me fed) ☆ Aegmond (it's fucked up, but I don't care, just go read Dark Night of the Soul by the wonderful @sylasthegrim) ☆ Helaemond (this is @helaelaemond's fault) ☆ Aemondsa (yes, another Aemond pairing, but I would ship this man with with a sock if this meant seeing him do something spicy 😈, also go read witchcraft in your lips by slaymond on ao3) ☆ Actually, just Targaryen x Stark, a Song of Ice and Fire tragedy, I literally do not care the paring, I just want the angst, tysm (but you should read The Wolf and The Dragon by @flower-cage) ☆ Handsome Jack x Rhys (Borderlands) ☆ Shuggy (Shanks x Buggy the Clown, omfg, this is @aemonddtargaryen fault for getting me to watch the live action One Piece, which reminds me...) ☆ ZoSan (Zorro x Sanji babyyyyyy) ☆ King Alfred x Uhtred of Bebbanburg, the og toxic couple 💜

AND FINALLY... and I don't care how self-indulgent this is

☆ Any reader me x Osferth story. I have loved them all, thank you for allowing me to disappear into them, I eat them up 💜

Any Tumblr kindred spirits tagged, share your depravity please.

@itbmojojoejo @bhxrdy @lonnson @breanime @annikin-im-panicin @azperja @aemondsmoon @witheredoffherwitch @zae5 @boundlessfantasy @chattylurker @fan-goddess @theold-ultraviolence @theoneeyedprince @troublesomesnitch @poetic-fiasco @gemini-mama @namelesslosers @babyblue711 @islandfantasydream @schniiipsel @multyfangirl literally if this is on your dash, do it, I want to know 😆

#tag games #ship and let ship #i love my tumblr kindred spirits #i cannot wait to see what comes from this

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mosneakers · 1 year

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Midnights- mini CC collection💎

meet me at midnight ✨

A while back I felt super inspired by Taylor Swift's Midnights album, and since I've been really busy and the story hasn't been very active, I still wanted to create a little something for you all. Enjoy these little gems from me!

note: I'm not a professional cc creator, these were just for fun, but please still feel free to let me know if you encounter any issues! If you enjoy this collection or even just the renders, please consider sharing with your followers ♥

Lavender Haze- Hair

Get it off your chest → get it off my desk ✦❁✦

maxis match

base game compatible

hat compatible

disabled for randoms

includes all LODs

includes all 24 swatches +bonus lavender swatch (as pictured)

Karma Render I did using this hair

Midnight Rain-Boots

all of me changed like midnight rain * 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * ☔。° 。 • ˚

maxis match

base game compatible

disabled for randoms

includes all LODs

includes 8 moody swatches

Vigilante-Eyeliner 🔪

picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife... ...and she looks so pretty 😍🥰💖✨

maxis match

base game compatible

disabled for randoms

includes 17 swatches (one to represent each lie your enemy will pay for♥)

💎Bejeweled-Necklace

✧✦baby love, I think I've been a little too kind... didn't notice you walking all over my peace of mind ✦✧

maxis match

17 swatches

base game compatible

disabled for randoms

includes all LODs

Glitch-Earrings

a brief interruption, a slight malfunction ⚡

maxis match

base game compatible

disabled for randoms

includes all LODs

13 swatches + 2 bonus g l i t c h e d swatches

Some unedited shots in game:

*will be reblogging all posts I come across using these pieces so please consider tagging me, tysm 💜

Download💎 (no ads/ no a*fly/ free/no early access)

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astralnymphh · 5 months

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SS2 AAAHHHH

Already so hyped for the next part I have so many things running through my head omg.

“and whose fault is that?” “mine” OAIEUEHEJAO PLEEAASEEE

Do reader and Ellie actually love each other or is it more I love the way you make me feel/I love how you fulfill my needs? I’d like to think they love each other (so I feel less guilty about reader fucking her) but I have trust issues after reading so much Ellie angst.

Are reader and Ellie gonna have a good ending? Ofc there are consequences to cheating but I just want them to be together 😭. Is Dina gonna kick em out or something? (imagine tagging along with ellie to santa barbara LMAOO)

The way you write farm!ellie is so scrumptious and delectable. I just wanna take a nibble (full on devour). TYSM for feeding us today 🙏

ohh ellie n reader definitely love each other. like yes reader fufills her needs and makes ellie feel seen and heard (even if ellie is just being cranky like moreso shown in the first chapter) but with that ending and how the third chapter starts will really flourish and flaunt the love that has fermented between them– yet how badly it kinda rots the life around ellie cause she is so endoused in you that she forgets to even act natural around dina n speaks in such an elusive way of "i don't love you anymore" to her so it's very much homewrecking n watching that relationship crumble before your eyes cause we need that toxifying element 💜💜 i won't say much on the ending but honestly just might solidify the plot with the whole santa barbara incident tied in.. not om detail, tho. hmm. maybe that would be a "second season" type thing, prequel series.

would love to hear ideas on what u guys think might happen next tho 💜💜

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras asks #farm!ellie #౨ৎ . saccharine saturations #ellie williams series

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