There was a bug walking on my blanket outside. I looked at the baby boy for some time. He fell on his back so I helped him get back on his little feet. But then he fell off the blanket into the grass and I couldn’t find him anymore. I miss you little guy

this world moves so fast

but it’s the little things that last

forget the complications;

we’ll regret our reservations

come on over, love

let’s try

Hashtags or cash bags?

“Let’s Go Mental” comes the rallying cry, not from a bunch of lads about to head out on a so-called ‘mad one”, but from the Irish Government as gets behind another mental health hashtag campaign on Twitter. You might have spotted one or two of them around before, back in the days when Enda Kenny’s #littlethings caused quite the storm on Twitter. “We need to talk about mental health” they say, but…

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sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel:

bluehedron:

Hi all, I haven’t been uploading or reblogging in a while (but in a moment, I’ll be reblogging some fantastic Animorphs fanart for you all to see and love. This is still an Animorph blog) mostly because had my focus on another fic in another fandom and progress on my current Animorphs one is slow.

But I had been thinking of making a post talking about my two OCs, V’trix and Elle, in a bit more detail. I have many ideas, even art plans to show them but always held them back cuz I’m still in the current fic (and some thoughts are spoilers for future things). But with it being so long, I want to just share about them. Talk about them, be like any creator who wants to talk about their OCs. But I also have a fear it’d be another too long post you guys might get bored of X’D (and I won’t blame ya. I can zone out too). Plus, I know not everyone likes ocs, hence why I’m making this post.

So going ask this to you guys who have been following Sario Effect: would you like to know more about these two? See a breakdown in their characters or something small? Just fun/interesting stuff about a Controller and her Yeerk friend (excluding a few secrets I’ll have to hold back). Maybe some pictures/concept too. Let me know you’d like that. 

I know I’d certainly like to know more about them! Like how V’trix picked their name! Your Yeerk OC sticks out to me because (and I hope I’m remembering this correctly, forgive me if I screw it up) yours is the one that has their own name separate from the more Yeerky name, right?

Haha, that’s an interesting question. Sure I don’t mind answering that.

V’trix is a name that she created herself with Elle’s help. So fun fact. V’trix is actually audiophile; through a host’s ears, she likes many sounds, music, how words sound like and so on. She likes even more certain parts of a word being pronounced.

After she was outcast as a criminal at the same time Elle first got infested by her and discarding her Yeerk name (it’s also been redacted in the Yeerks’ database, showing their complete shunning of her in Yeerk society), it was Elle who proposed giving her a new one. Or else how would she address the Yeerk without a name? Elle basically gave her a list of names to pick from but for some didn’t ‘sound’ pleasing to her or only certain parts of a name did. V’trix liked the V sound and liked the first part of the name, Trixie. So she just decided to combine what she liked together.

Hence her true name, V’trix.

Doesn’t sound that fantastic right off the bat but that’s how it went. 

daddystardust:

.I’m really over seeing all of the fake sickos out there labeling themselves as “Daddies”. It’s really dangerous and harmful to littles, who make themselves so vulnerable and impressionable.
These are the things REAL daddies do.
-say Goodnight/ Good Morning every single day
-Pick out or help pick out pajamas.
-Order for your little or help them decide and help them tell the server at restaurants.
-Buckle her in when you go for car rides/remind her to do so if you’re not there.
-Brush her hair
-Support all of her big space goals/ventures
-Play silly games with her.
- Make, or help her make, her meals when possible.
-Take her on adventures.
-Kiss her owies and her boo boo lip when she’s sad/hurt.
-Tie her shoes.
-Give her a chore chart, and stick to it!
-Turn on her favorite cartoons/Disney Movies.
-Remind her that she’s yours.
-Know all her stuffies’ names.
-Tuck her in at night.
-Read/tell her stories whenever she needs them.
-Open doors for her.
-Reach things stowed in high cabinets/shelves.
-Make sure all expectations and consequences are enumerated in RULES
-Color WITH her. Don’t just watch unless that’s what she asks for.
-Let her know when it’s naptime/bedtime (and don’t fall for the little voice/puppy dog eyes like me when she tries to get out of it).
-Baby her when she’s sick or depressed.
-Use your daddy voice.
-Bring her surprises.
-Help her get into little space when she’s having a hard day.
-Bathe her.
-Hold her hand in public places.
-Make a big deal about all her accomplishments, no matter how small.
-Refill her sippy cup.
-Call her adorable pet names (princess, babygirl, kitten, little one, etc.).
-Protect her against all things big and scary (and adulty).
-Support and encourage her participation in the dd/lg community.
-Administer punishments/provide discipline when necessary and appropriate (or for fun!).
-Give her princess parts special attention.
-Fuck her like no other.
-AFTERCARE AFTERCARE AFTERCARE
**Daddy is NOT just a title  used in the bedroom. 99% of being a REAL DD lies in taking on the caregiver role!!!**
DISCLAIMER: These apply for Mommies and Little Boys too.

This is a lovely list - there are so many little things Daddies can do to facilitate little space that don’t require much extra effort at all but make a world of difference.

On the most basic level - if your Daddy routinely jumps in front of you in the coffee line, orders before you (and not even *for* you) at a table, or you show up to meet him and he has ordered just his own favorite drinks - take note. Trust me…his heart’s not in it for the real daddy stuff.

~G

sophieslittlelife:

((So I wrote this little story about what a typical night is like for Daddy and me…so…I hope you like it because I love it ^_^ I mean, it’s not particularly well written or anything, but I love it because it’s our life and it makes me happy. Enjoy!))

The clicking and thudding sound of the door draws her from her lounging position on the couch, sitting bolt straight up even before she hears his voice.

“Princess, Daddy’s home…” 

With a delighted squeal, she nearly topples over the back of the couch to greet him.

“Daddy!” She extends her arms, fingers flexing and making grabby-hands. Quickly he wraps an arm around her waist as she all but flings hers around his neck. “Careful, pumpkin. Don’t fall. Don’t sit on the back of the couch like that, you could get hurt.” He carefully helps her to the ground. 

She bounces on her heels slightly as he goes about taking off his coat and hanging it up. Patience is not a virtue that she has quite gotten the hang of. 

 “Daddy, Daddy!” 

“Yes, Princess?” His voice is calm.

She tugs on his shirt sleeve “Daddy!” 

He laughs as he takes his shoes off by the front door. “Yes?” 

“Nothiiiiing,” She giggles a little. “I’m just so happy to see you!” 

“I’m happy to see you too, baby.” He kisses the top of her head and she whines, wrapping her arms back around his middle. “Let daddy get settled, alright?” 

Begrudgingly she lets go with a slight pout of her lips. He looks her up and down for a moment, since she’s finally standing (mostly) still. “Still in your big girl clothes, I see..” 

She nods, pulling at the offending professional attire that she is forced to wear as part of The Real World. This, thankfully, is no longer the real world. This is her world. Her’s and Daddy’s. 

Daddy has moved on to the bedroom and is changing into more comfortable clothes, sweats and a t-shirt. He motions with one finger for her to come to him and she complies.

He kisses her nose. “Arms up.” She lifts her arms and he removes her work top, then unbuttons her pants. She wiggles and they fall to the ground leaving her in a tank top and pink and white striped panties. 

He kisses her lips and playfully pats her on the bottom. “Go sit on the couch and watch Ponies. Daddy’ll run the bath.” 

Her eyes widen with unbridled joy. “Bubble Baths!” She’s resumed her bouncing. 

He chuckles and nods “Yes, bubble bath. Go sit.” 

A few short minutes later he returns to the living room to see her laid across the couch, thumb in her mouth, avidly watching an episode of My Little Pony that she’s seen at least twenty times but is no less mesmerized by it. 

“Bath time.” He tells her. She makes some dismissive noise, but doesn’t budge nor look away from the TV. He frowns. “Princess, bath time. Now, young lady.” 

“Ponies.” Is what he thinks she says around her thumb. 

“Ponies will be there after bath time. Now, or I’ll just carry you.” His voice is stern and she sighs dramatically before getting up. Her socked feet slide across the tiled floor as she attempts to pass him, but he knows her tricks and his reflexes are faster. He grabs her wrist and delivers one harsh slap to her backside. 

 “When daddy says now, you listen.” He tells her softly. She grumbles a response. “Excuse me?” His eyebrow goes up. 

“Yes Daddy.” She says, looking up at him through her thick eyelashes. He smiles and gives her butt a squeeze. “Good girl.” He leads her into the bathroom. 

My Little Pony is long forgotten once there’s a sea of fluffy white bubbles in sight and her happy dance begins. 

He laughs “Excited, wiggle butt?” 

She nods, eyes glued to the tub even as he pulls her shirt over her head, and when she leans against him for balance as he pulls her panties down and she steps out of them and her socks. 

“Okay baby. careful getting in the tub,” There’s a slight air of concern. She can be overly excited in this headspace and forget about safety. 

“I can do it.” 

“Hold onto Daddy so you don’t slip…” 

He holds her arm until she’s settled down, sitting cross legged in the warm water. Once she’s there, she lets out a high pitched giggle and gathers as much of the bubbles closed to her as she can. 

He laughs “Uh oh, where did my Princess go? She’s disappeared in all the bubbles!” 

She giggles some more “I’m right here, daddy!” she splashes around a little, sending water flying. 

“Careful, love. We want to keep the water in the tub, remember?” He reaches for the washcloth and soap. “Hmmm….what do we wash first?” She’s watching him with anticipation, dancing slightly and making waves. “How about your little princess arms!” 

She lifts the right arm out of the water and he starts to wash her, starting at the shoulder, down to the elbow and ending at her finger tips. Then gentle underneath. “Gotta get those pesky underside, right Princess?” 

She just giggles and nods in response. He gives the left arm the same treatment. Then both legs and feet, tickling her toes.

“And now your pretty little princess boobies, right?” He brings the cloth to her chest and massages her perky breasts, lathering them with soap. For all her innocent, childlike behavior she is still a beautiful adult woman that he loves and adores. This is the part of bath time that he particularly favors. “Good girl,” his voice has dropped slightly. No longer sing-songish, but slightly husky. “Now, up on your knees so daddy can wash your kitty, alright?” 

The warm water and lavender bubbles have done their job in calming her toddler-like energy and she obeys without a fuss, rising out of the water on her knees and spreading her legs. He gently washes her inner thighs, moving between her legs, and then back between her cheeks. She makes soft sighs and other content noises as he rubs the sensitive areas. “That’s a good girl.” He praises her. Once that’s done, he does a quick wash of her hair with shampoo and conditioner and then lets her lie back and relax. This part never takes long, as the heat has gone to her head and made her a little dizzy. 

She reaches for him “Dada…out…” 

He helps her stand and wraps her in a pink fuzzy towel before draining the tub. 

Back in the bedroom, once she’s been dried off, he lays the towel on the floor and she lies on her back on top of it. Powdered, diapered and now clothed in her pretty princess pajamas, she seems much more at ease. He helped her up.

“Say ‘ah’,” 

“Ah!” 

He pops her binky into her mouth and hands her her favorite, much loved stuffed Doggy.

There’s more cartoons to be watched and juice to be had out of her pink princess sippy cup. He makes dinner, which she insists she can eat on her own only to end up with a lap full of mac and cheese before he pulls her into his lap and takes matters, and her fork, into his own hands. 

After dinner is cleaned up, he asks “Are you sleepy?” 

“Nooooo…” She manages around her binky.

“Do you want to watch Tangled?” 

Her eyes light up “Yes! Tangled!” 

It’s a trick of course. She can’t make it through tangled without dozing off. The movie starts and she and her stuffed dog have made their way back into Daddy’s lap. 

They watch in silence until Daddy asks “Is Princess wet?” 

She wiggles a little in his lap, which does something pleasant that he may need to deal with later. “Noooo…” 

“Does daddy have to check?” 

“Nooo….” but she doesn’t seem sure. He gently grabs her padded bottom. Dry. 

“No potty?” He asks and she shakes her head “Nuh uh.” then puts her head back on his chest. 

The movie barely makes it halfway through before he’s sure she’s sleeping.

“Want to go lie down, pumpkin?” 

He gets only a halfhearted mumble in reply. 

He smiles fondly “Sleepy time.” 

She’s tucked into bed and the lights go off before he slides under the covers beside her. “Is there anything you want to tell daddy before night night kisses?” 

Sometimes there is. Sometimes she tells stories about her day or confides in him with some anxiety or another she’s been having. But mostly she shakes her head. “Daddy talk.” she insists as her fingers curl against his chest.

“Night Night kisses first.” He says, plucking the pacifier from her lips before kissing her mouth, then her nose and then her forehead. He replaces the pacifier “Binky kisses.” he kisses the plastic that now covers her lips and she giggles sleepily. Then he talks to her softly. Saying things like “Daddy’s favorite girl.” and “Beautiful Princess.” “I love you so much.” “So cute.” “The way your little butt wiggles when you’re happy…” And eventually she’s asleep.

“Night night, Princess.” 

Pretty adorbs…Sophie, you have a really sweet and patient Daddy. Super lucky, girl ❤️

Little haul!

Did it hurt?

Did it hurt when you realized that the things you love the most are the things that others see as ordinary, not because you’ve learnt to see the beauty in the little things, but because they’re the things that no one will take away from you? Stars, the Moon, flowers, bees, puddles in the street… That you’re so broken that it’s the only thing you can truly, unadulteratedly love because everything else you’ve ever cherished has been cruelly ripped from your grasp?

Because it didhurtme.

comfy-whumpee:

A non-exhaustive list of reasons your caretaker or teammate could participate in this wonderful trope.

• dragging whumpee back to their feet to keep walking, just a little longer
• hauling whumpee out of a self-sacrificial dash towards the enemy
• several pairs of arms catching whumpee when they stumble because everyone’s ready for it
• a group of friends holding whumpee down so they can get painful medical aid
  
• carrying a fainted whumpee
  
• pushing the whumpee down so they can’t hurt themselves in a panic
  
• lifting a whumpee up into an escape route
• grabbing whumpee for a rushed rescue, bundling them away before they can make a sound
• shoving a whumpee out of the sight of patrolling guards during an escape
• restraining a whumpee who resists rescue and is trying to call for help
• forcing a whumpee back down onto a bed to rest
• a hug that restrains flailing panic or lashing-out anger
  

sanquintina:

snotslime2:

I’m not even much of a fan of coughing but when someone goes straight from a sneeze into cough it sounds so sick & it makes my heart feel like someone tried to squeeze all the juice out of it. Please Let Me Take Care Of You.

YES. Nothing says “really sick” like a sneeze dragging out some coughs in it’s wake. Simply lovely!!

wolfeyedwitch:

Whumper claps Whumpee on the shoulder in approval, and leaves the hand there. Just a little too heavy, just a little too tight.

(Bonus points if Whumpee has prior issues with that shoulder that cause them pain, and Whumper absolutely knows that)

friendlylocalwhumper:

faint bruises, odd pale colors from being mostly healed. scrapes from catching themself when knocked down. dirt smudged on the knees of their pants and the ends of their sleeves. eye contact avoided, answers muttered, usual passions and tasks left forgotten because recent violence is on their mind.

the-winter-chills:

back of hand to forehead, then to cheek, then shifting their hand so that their palm gently cups the other’s cheek