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Brain Eater Trick
Has anyone ever had their parents do the brain eater trick? It happened to me, and it did not go well. My parent put their hand on my head and started scratching it lightly, and asked me “Do you know what this is?” I, of course, responded “no,” and my parent followed up with “Its a brain eater, and do you know what else it is? Starving.” And it took me a hot second to get that, along with some prompts from my parents, before I exclaimed “Oh! That means I’m dumb!” So yeah, be weary of the brain eater trick.
My parents do not give a shit if I date a girl. But my Dad would murder me if I even have a nice thought about an Eagles fan.
Illustrated my characters Fred and Anna , which are Luis parents. Fred, the guy on the left is known as the Dark Dragon, which is the big reptile I put in the background behind the two.
Quite happy with how these two turned out. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
Commissions open , Links
I may have just created an imaginary family because mine is .... Interesting
This man cannot be real. For reference he’s claiming the last time he got the flu would have been prior to 2008.
Man, I have gotta step on a soap box here for a minute fellow gardening folk. I’m stuck home with my parents (who know I smoke and also smoke but like we have to hide it from my grandma and they eat to smoke I smoke to eat iykyk) and my mental health be struggling (see earlier posts) so I’m just waiting to garden so I can shut my brain the hell up and just sleep. But I buy only shit that gives me the drive and focus to lock in. So I’m here at 1:00am loving the sweet breeze that is sativa and wishing I could’ve just done this earlier to manage the badness at a REASONABLE HOUR so I could’ve been asleep by now ;-;
like mine for instance
So many households aren’t ready for this conversation
my parents are arguing about nothing again ogh
i think my dad is going to be late to my brothers doctors appointment
can they atleast argue in the bathroom or something im getting tired of hearing them 😔😔😔
when my parents were forcing me to listen to them read the bible they told me i could draw during it and i got all excited because i love drawing with boring background noise and it just feels all cozy but then they told me i was only allowed to draw shapes and patterns to 'help me focus' or whatever so i channeled all of my rage into absolutely ruining these pages (also you can see that i managed to hide nikolai and sigma :3)
Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.
Oscar Wilde(The Picture of Dorian Gray)
"To nurture is to grow, and to grow is to conquer."
The following poem is a tribute to my parents, who have worked to the bone for my sister and I, who have loved us and made us capable enough to make our decisions, making us the people we are today...
Mid-day Memories
Like sentenials they stand, like palisades they preserve,
No wound the barbarous realm causes them, they deserve.
They fight for our rights, for my sister and I,
They fight for our future, so that no-one can deny.
She sits through the ephemeral daylight hours, she sits deep in thought,
Worrying for our battles, many gray hair which have brought.
Like gentle whispers of gales that thread the mellow fields,
Her hands, they soothe the cracks that materialize at the confidence we refuse to yield.
The path he voyages invites many a foe,
To heal he journeys, to dispel all woe.
Like the midnight moon, he stays awake,
Enduring all the afflictions for our sake.
Like the wolves that howl at the plenilune,
He plays for us his sweetest tune.
They sit alongside till our sorrows fade,
Stories they spin together to distract, endlessly cascade.
Sings tirelessly each note the way a nightingale,
They mould us for the world, guide us in the way for the sightless, the brail.
Cats vs my mum
Cat: claws at the carpet.
My mum: no! You ratbag!
Cat: glares and pointedly continues.
My mum: You’re never gonna make friends because you’re an arse.
Me: ouch harsh*.
Yeah, I know my life is better then others. I'm not starving, I don't get beaten, I'm not in a war-torn country, I don't need to worry about if we'll have food tonight.
But I'm just a kid, I can't do anything to help them, if you care so much help them instead of bitching about it only when it benefits you.
Why do parents get so defensive when you say "I've been feeling overwhelmed lately"?
I know I don't have a job, I know I don't have a kid, I know I don't have to worry about bills. But that doesn't mean that my feelings are less, this is the most school I've ever had to do and it's only going to get harder, I can't hang out with my friends because their busy, and you invalidate my feelings by listing all your responsibilities you have, and because I am getting older I do have more responsibilities then I ever have before.
Your "lecture" to "help me" is just making me bottle up my feelings and not tell you anything.
Why do parents get so defensive when you say "I've been feeling overwhelmed lately"?
I know I don't have a job, I know I don't have a kid, I know I don't have to worry about bills. But that doesn't mean that my feelings are less, this is the most school I've ever had to do and it's only going to get harder, I can't hang out with my friends because their busy, and you invalidate my feelings by listing all your responsibilities you have, and because I am getting older I do have more responsibilities then I ever have before.
Your "lecture" to "help me" is just making me bottle up my feelings and not tell you anything.
A story within a story where a mother sits her rowdy children down and tells them a story about a the world's sweetest, kindest mother who never lost her temper, never cursed and never yelled at her children, no matter how rowdy they could get. She would only gently, kindly told them to not do the dangerous things. One day she sweetly, kindly told her children to not go play at the riverbank, because it's dangerous and they might slip on the rocks, fall into the water, and die. Her children do not listen. They go play at the riverbank, where they slip on the rocks, fall into the water, and die.
And the sweet perfect mother of the story comes to the riverbank, sees that all her children drowned, and starts crying so bitterly that angels overhear her, and the angels say to each other, "she does not deserve this, this woman has never done anything wrong in her life, this should not have happened to her", and feeling great pity for her, bring her children back to life, and after that they always listened to their mother and lived happily ever after.
And the storyteller's children, who at this point are familiar with the concept that these stories are supposed to have some sort of a moral or lesson in them, interject to point out that their mother hasn't always done everything perfectly, she isn't always sweet, curses a lot, and as a matter of fact loses her shit at her kids all the time. She isn't like the mother of the story at all.
And their mother agrees: Her children are correct. She is not a perfect mother who has never done anything wrong. Angels will not have pity on her, and they will not bring her little shits back to life if they go to the river and die. So they better fucking not go get themselves killed in the first place.
Parents continue to roast people better than we ever could.
Mom: Why does my child always act like something from out of a Stephen King novel?
Dad: Because she’s a clown (like the one from IT)
TW VENT
So basically, I'm js gonna start from the beginning. this Wednesday that js went I came home from school put the kettle on to make tea blah blah blah, but then I look round and fucking see MY SCISSORS AND PLASTER BOX. so then I'm panicking, feeling violently sick and i go up stairs, cry little, wash my face. my mum tells me to do my hw and just sits in front of me the whole time and then I go to put everything away and leave but she fucking tells me to stay and talks to me abt how my sister burst into tears the other day in class because I told her my intrusive thought abt cutting my neck (I'm an idiot ik) but I even told her it was an INTRUSIVE THOUGHT. so yeah. and then she was asking if I want to die, I lied obviously. then she started guilt tripping me, so basically my friend had cancer (she's not anymore) and my mum asked me if my friend knew, I said yes and she was like, "imagine how she feels, she's been fighting for her life, and you've been damaging yours!". I mean, fair enough, but GOD. yeah. I'm gonna kms, oh wait no I can't. they've taken everything from me and apparently have been looking in my "secret" place for *months* now.
hahahaha, I'm doing great 👍
Which is why they have Robin as a Godmother to balance them out! She’s morbid, but she adores Chopper even more than Zoro does, and Sanji could never say no to a Lady’s request (to keep their child alive).
sanji's already dead for this
This is to all the parents out there:
1.Just because you are older than us does not mean you can never be wrong, don’t justify your mistakes by saying that you are older than us and therefore deserve the respect.
2.Don’t take out your work stress on your kids. Don’t tell them that they are a burden and don’t make them lose their confidence because they can’t meet up with your expectations
3.Let them be who they really are. If they want to dance in public let them, let them love whoever they want. Support them and be there for them even when the world thinks they are going bonkers. Help them be who they truly are.
4.When a kid says they are depressed or down don’t say “all the kids are depressed” listen to them, help them become better. They are your kids, your responsibility don’t make them feel even worse because of your lack of mental health awareness
5.Don’t ask your kids to be grateful to them. You brought them in this world, it is your duty to provide for them, make them respect you instead of forcing them to be grateful to you.
Is anyone else struggeling with their parents pressuring them to do a specific study? Like my parents are dead set on making me be a docter and are even coming up with shit like: well i am gonna pay so i get to choose.
Parents Supporting Their LGBT Kids During Pride Month.
I’m trapped in the middle
I hope you guys will reach out if you want to I’d love to here other peoples experiences!
My parents are divorced. They have been seen I was about 2 or so. I also have two step parents one with each biological parent. I have been in the middle or the messenger for nearly the entire time they’ve been divorced. I’ve had conversations about the experience with my therapist who had a talk with all of them about the problem which hasn’t done much. I want to throw myself out the the window…
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YOU WTF THEY TALKIN ABOUT, DO WHAT!? WTF IS GOING TO HAPPEN.
WHYS IT GOTTA BE A CLIFFHANGER!?!?
"keep on going.... with your silly dream."
assuming both partners have fully developed frontal lobes, what is an appropriate age gap (i am asking in context of my parents)
one day my father will sneeze so hard that the sun will explode prematurely
ADD Tip: You can change the goals on your to-do list!
As your needs and your situation change during the day, don't be afraid to cross out and replace items on your to-do list.
And if you accomplished something that wasn't on your to-do list, write it down and check it off!
This will help you maintain a more realistic idea of your productivity during the day, as well as identify any particular things that may be hindering your productivity or taking up too much of your time.
Husbandry: Bokuto (NSFW)
Koutaro loved being a father. He loved everything about it—the giggles, the tiny hands reaching for his, the way his child clung to his leg like a koala when he tried to leave for practice. He loved the sleepy, drooling cuddles, the way they cheered for him at games even when they barely understood what was going on, the pure adoration in their big, bright eyes.
He loved his family. He loved the life he had built with you.
But damn, he was dying to fuck his wife.
At first, it wasn’t so bad. The newborn stage had been exhausting, but you’d found your moments, stolen kisses between diaper changes and late-night feedings. But now? Now, his kid was everywhere.
Hina wanted to play all the time, wanted to be glued to your side, wanted to co-sleep every damn night. If he so much as kissed you for too long, tiny hands would push between you both, demanding attention. And the worst part? You loved it. You’d always been so patient with her, smiling when she pulled you away from him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before going to settle her back into bed. Meanwhile, Koutaro was left aching, frustrated, and wound up tighter than a spring.
The longing was getting unbearable. He needed you. Needed to feel your hands on him, your nails digging into his back, the press of your body against his without interruption.
So when he saw his chance—his first real chance in weeks—he pounced.
Hina was absorbed in her favorite cartoon, settled comfortably on the couch, giggling at the screen, completely distracted. And you? You were in the kitchen, slicing up fruit, completely alone.
Koutaro didn’t hesitate.
He moved in fast, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, burying his face against your neck, groaning dramatically. "Baby, I’m starving."
You laughed, not missing the way his hands wandered, sliding under your shirt, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles against your stomach. "I’m literally making you a snack right now."
"Not that kinda hungry," he murmured, lips grazing your ear, pressing his hips firmly against your ass so you could feel exactly what he meant.
You inhaled sharply, the knife in your hand faltering for just a second. "Koutaro—"
"C’mon, babe," he whined, rocking his hips just a little, making you shudder. "We can sneak upstairs. Just real quick. Ten minutes. No—five! I swear, I can be fast."
You snorted. "You’re never fast."
He grinned against your skin, his hands moving higher, palming your breasts, kneading them just the way he knew made you weak. "Fine, twenty minutes. But you have to be quiet."
You let out a soft, breathy moan, pressing back into him just enough to feel the hard, teasing drag of his body against yours. Your breathing picked up, your fingers gripping the counter as you leaned into his touch, heat pooling low in your stomach. "You’re terrible," you murmured, but there was no real bite to your words. Koutaro smirked against your neck, his hands squeezing your waist. He knew he had you.
Then—
"Mama! I want my fruit!"
Koutaro froze.
You quickly smoothed down your shirt, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear, forcing yourself to look composed.
Tiny feet pattered into the kitchen, and suddenly, Hina was wedging between you and Koutaro, tiny hands tugging at your shirt.
"Mama! I want fruit! And Daddy, come watch my show with me! My favorite episode is on!"
Koutaro exhaled sharply through his nose, closing his eyes for a long moment. Defeated.
You sigh, turning and pecking him on the cheek, grinning. "Guess duty calls, Daddy."
With a deep, exaggerated sigh, Koutaro stepped back, ruffling his child’s hair before lifting her into his arms. "Alright, alright. Let’s go watch your show."
As he walked away, he heard your muffled laughter from the kitchen, making his frustration spike. His fingers flexed against Hina’s back as he carried her, already thinking about revenge.
By the time he settled onto the couch with her, she was already chattering excitedly about her favorite episode, eyes glued to the screen. Koutaro, however, was fuming.
He turned back, just before disappearing into the living room, throwing you a desperate, betrayed look.
This wasn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
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Later that night, he was sure he was getting what he wanted.
Koutaro had planned it perfectly. He'd worn Hina out all day—a long walk, hours at the park, a warm bath, and a bedtime story that left her knocked out cold in her own bed. No way she was waking up tonight.
With a victorious smirk, he made his way to the bedroom, already anticipating the way you’d melt under his touch.
He stepped inside to find you standing by the dresser, slipping into one of his old shirts for bed. Your hair was slightly damp from your shower, skin soft, glowing in the dim light of the bedside lamp.
You turned at the sound of the door clicking shut, raising a brow as he stalked toward you. "Where’s Hina?"
"In her own bed," he murmured, voice low, confident. "Sleeping like a log."
Before you could react, his hands were on your waist, pulling you against him. He kissed you like he hadn’t kissed you in months—deep, needy, filled with everything he’d been holding back.
You gasped softly, but you didn’t hesitate, your arms looping around his neck as you pressed back into him, matching his intensity, his hunger. His hands roamed your body, fingers trailing down your spine, squeezing at your hips, touching you like he was trying to make up for lost time.
His mouth moved to your jaw, then your neck, and he groaned as his fingers slid beneath the hem of your shirt, moving lower, lower—
Knock, knock.
A tiny, tearful voice called from the hallway. "Mama? Daddy?"
You and Koutaro froze.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, still tangled together, his breath heavy against your skin.
Then, he pulled back just enough to stare at you, eyes filled with sheer, soul-crushing defeat.
You smirked, barely able to contain your amusement. "Like a log, huh?"
His expression darkened, and you couldn't help it—you burst into laughter.
Groaning, Koutaro dropped his forehead against your shoulder, completely deflated.
Another knock. "Mamaaa…"
With a deep sigh, you both quickly fixed yourselves up before Koutaro trudged to the door, opening it to reveal Hina standing there, rubbing her sleepy little eyes, sniffling.
"Had a bad dream, baby?" you cooed, crouching down to brush her hair back gently.
She nodded, sniffling again before reaching up toward Koutaro. "Can I sleep with you and Mama?"
He glanced over at you, looking so damn resigned, so utterly defeated.
You grinned, shrugging. "Guess duty calls again, Daddy."
Letting out the most dramatic sigh of his life, Koutaro scooped her up, carrying her to the bed. He flopped onto the mattress, his dream of having you to himself completely shattered as she snuggled between you both.
As you reached over to turn off the light, you caught Koutaro’s stare from across the pillow—his desperate, betrayed look that all but screamed: This isn’t over.
But hours later, it was still keeping him awake.
He laid there in the dark, eyes fixed on the ceiling, his body tense with frustration. Every single attempt at having you to himself had been shut down, and now, with his daughter nestled comfortably between you both, it felt like the final nail in his coffin.
Except—he wasn’t giving up. Not tonight.
Slowly, he turned his head, glancing at Hina. Her breathing was steady, deep, completely out. Koutaro stayed still for a few more moments, just to be sure, before carefully, painstakingly, peeling himself away from the bed.
You stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent, but he was already leaning in, brushing his lips against your ear. "Baby… come with me."
You blinked groggily, barely registering his voice. "Kou…?"
"Shhh," he whispered, his hand warm against your waist. "Come on. Just trust me."
Still half-asleep, you let him pull you up, letting him lead you quietly, carefully out of the bedroom. As soon as you both stepped into the dimly lit living room, you rubbed at your eyes, yawning. "Koutaro… what’s going on?"
But he didn’t answer with words.
Instead, he tilted your chin up, trailing soft kisses down your jaw, your neck, whispering against your skin. "We just need to be quiet."
Your breath hitched, your drowsiness evaporating in an instant as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him.
You gasped softly, but the second his mouth found that sensitive spot just beneath your ear, you melted into him. "Koutaro, you’re insatiable…"
He grinned, his fingers already slipping beneath the hem of your shirt as he guided you toward the couch. "Missed you too much, baby. Can’t wait anymore."
And as he pressed you down onto the cushions, settling between your legs, he whispered again, "Just keep quiet for me, yeah?"
You barely had a chance to respond before his hand slipped between your legs, fingertips tracing along your inner thigh, teasing, taking his time. You shivered, your legs instinctively parting wider for him, and he let out a quiet, pleased hum.
"That’s it, baby," he murmured against your ear, his fingers brushing over your underwear, pressing against the heat already pooling there. "You’re already so wet for me. Missed this, huh?"
You bit your lip, nodding as you arched into his touch, barely suppressing a gasp when he slid his fingers under the fabric, stroking you slow, deliberate.
"Koutaro—"
"Shhh, baby," he whispered, his other hand coming up to gently cover your mouth. "Gotta stay quiet, remember?"
Your head tipped back against the couch as he slid a finger inside, curling just right, dragging along that spot that had you nearly choking on your moans. When he added a second, his pace deep and unrelenting, your thighs clamped around his hand, body trembling under his touch.
"Feel good?" he asked, watching you with dark, hungry eyes. "Bet you’ve been needing this just as bad as I have."
You could barely nod, barely breathe, your chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as he worked you open, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Wanna come for me, baby?" His voice was low, coaxing, filthy. "I can feel you squeezing me—go ahead, let go. Just be quiet."
You whined against his palm, your whole body tensing as pleasure crashed over you, your walls pulsing around his fingers as you came, thighs shaking.
Koutaro groaned, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, your cheeks, his fingers slowing but not stopping as he helped you ride it out.
"Good girl," he whispered, nuzzling against your temple. "That’s my girl."
Before you could fully come down, he was shifting, gripping your hips, lining himself up.
"K-Koutaro—"
He pushed in, slow, deep, deliberate, and you nearly sobbed at the overwhelming pleasure. Your walls clenched around him, so tight, so warm, making his breath stutter against your skin.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your back arching as he bottomed out, his size stretching you perfectly. The sensation was too much, so intense it sent tears flooding your eyes.
Koutaro kissed them away, murmuring against your skin, "Needed this, baby. Needed you. So bad."
His thrusts were slow, deep, each roll of his hips pressing right where you needed him most. You were drowning in the feeling, in the weight of him, in the way he moved inside you like he was savoring every second.
You wanted to cry out, to let him know just how good he was making you feel, but his hand was quick to cover your mouth again, muffling your desperate whimpers.
"Shhh, baby," he whispered, voice strained, nearly breaking from how good you felt around him. "Can’t have Hina hearing, right? Just be good for me, just take it—"
And you did. You took all of him, his slow, aching thrusts sending you spiraling, pulling you under, dragging out every bit of pleasure until you couldn’t hold it anymore.
"Koutaro—oh god—"
"I got you," he whispered, gripping your waist tighter, his hips stuttering as he felt you clamp down around him. "Come with me, baby. Let go."
The second your body tensed, walls pulsing around him, he followed, groaning as he spilled deep inside you, burying his face against your neck as he let go completely.
For a long moment, neither of you moved.
Just the sound of ragged breathing, the quiet hum of the house, the lingering warmth of each other.
Then—
A soft shuffling noise. A tiny, sleepy voice.
"Mama? Daddy?"
Your entire body locked up, heart stopping, breath catching in your throat.
Koutaro went completely still, eyes widening in horror.
Another rustling noise. "Mamaaa… where’d you go?"
You whipped your head around, eyes darting to the hallway, panic surging through you. Koutaro’s mind raced, searching for an escape, an excuse, anything.
Then—quick as lightning—he peeked his head up over the couch, calling out in the most casual voice he could muster—
"Just helping Mommy look for something, sweetheart! We’ll be back in bed soon!"
Your face burned.
Hina yawned, rubbing her sleepy little eyes, looking far too tired to question anything. "Okay… hurry up, ‘kay?"
"We will, baby," you managed to choke out. "Go back to bed, we’ll be right there."
She sniffled, nodded, and padded back down the hall.
The second she was gone, you collapsed against Koutaro’s chest, smacking his shoulder. "You absolute menace."
He groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. "I can’t live like this."
You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. "That’s why I asked my parents to take her for the weekend."
Koutaro froze.
Then, slowly, he lifted his head, staring at you like you’d just given him the greatest gift of his life.
Without another word, he nuzzled into you, wrapping you up in his arms like he never wanted to let go. "I love you so much."
You smiled, cuddling into his warmth, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "I love you too."