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Which Teen Titans VA Do You Want to Meet First?

I would love to meet all of them, but the one I would want to see the most is BB’s VA, Greg Cipes. Beast Boy has always been my favorite character in Teen Titans. He’s funny, kind, and a fun person. I’ve seen videos of Greg Cipes on YouTube and I follow him on Instagram. He seems like a cool dude and I would love to have a chat with him. Plus, he’s the voice of Michelangelo from the 2012 version of TMNT, and I love Mickey, so meeting his VA would be awesome.

Tara Strong is second since Raven is my second favorite character, and Tara has literally been a part of my childhood. I love her as Timmy, Raven, and Bubbles. She's great!

Khary Payton is next because I like Cyborg and he voices a character from Young Justice, Kaldur'ahm. His voice is just so unique.

Hynden is second to last because I love her as Starfire and Princess Bubblgum in Adventure Time.

I feel bad for putting Scott Menville last, but I don't know as much of his roles compared to Robin. Still would love to meet him though. 😊❤️

I have a theory.

If as a child, someone barely talks, they will grow up and say things without thinking about it.

My evidence is myself because I was quiet till high school when I suddenly have the balls to say whatever too whoever.

I dead ass told MY PRINCIPAL that I thought his kids like whos from Dr Seuss.

You're probably thinking that's not bad and you're right, it's what I said afterwards.

I told him, his wife, and his 5 year old son that his kid looked like the Grinch...

I said he looked like Jim Carrey's live action Grinch as a kid.

I still can't believe I said that to him and I hope his son is okay. I really meant it in the best way possible though. Grinch as a kid was cute and I meant just like the facial structure, you know.

He will never let me forget it

Is it just me?

When I was younger I grew up 1 brother, but also many of his friends. Almost every summer until COVID, we would challenge one another to eat bugs. Even as a teenager (15), I thought almost everyone had eaten a bug once as a joke or a dare. Is it just me?

Any transmascs that used to play girlgames.com when they were kids?

When I was little I was homeschooled and I was a bit behind on learning to read I think, I was so excited for when it would be my turn to learn to read and begged my grandma and older sister to read to me all the time, I learned to read eventually but I don't like to read on my own, my grandma and sister had read the black stallion and black beauty to me so many times I could read them on my own but for the most part I wouldn't, I would always run up to my grandma or sister and beg them to read the old books to me, they always said why? You can read them yourself now, you don't need me, most of the time with a little persuasion they would still sit down with me on the blue couch in the white room and read a chapter or two of whatever book I had requested, I finally know the words for why I wanted to read with them when I could have easily done it myself, I didn't necessarily want to read the book for the story, the point wasn't reading the story, the point was sharing the story with them, I enjoyed their company and wanted to share a minimally engaging activity with them so I could revel in their presence and enjoy their gentle companionship

the briks had nearly cost one of my couins his life (thats a story for another time)

heres the story:

so we are kids, so we are dumb and given that the adults trusted us to be eachothers impuls controle we did the oposite and egged eachothe more.

our first cabin was taken down by the army after the first body, and we the rebelious little shits that we were didn't like that so we decided to rebuilt it and this time it was gonna be bigger and we were gonna paint the walls.

the first cabin was clearly made by kids, the walls where off and the seeling was just some wood pieces we could lift with our kiddie bodies while runnig from their owners. everything we had used was either stolen or 'temporarely borowed'.

we redid that but we pitched together some pocket moner to buy some decorations we liked, adding to it the money the old granies and grampas they liked to give us and we had nearly imptied the store from the village near by.

that village was a toristic hot spot given that it faced the sea, so a lot of rich people where buying property there to built summer houses. so we took the opertunity and woke up before dawn to get there before the workers to steal some of what they had left behind, just what we could cary with us without slowing us too much.

by luch we would stach our houl and go down to eat as if nothing happened. we continued like that for a good three weeks.

on the first day of the forth week of our operation, we got caught by some drunk guy who coulldn't go back home the night before. he though that we were some bandits or something so he took an ax and started running after us. we skatered like rats, runnign around and making sure that the younger ones were safe.

unfortunatedly, while a cousine of mine was trying to help his sister get over a wall, he got caught by the guy. we though him dead, even the boy no older than 7 had that resined look on his face. but then another cousine of mine had taken a shovel and hit him with it on the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

you can bet your ass that we never went near that construnction site ever again.

the ax had nicked the boy when the men fell on top of him, a good gash on his left arm. he needed 4 stiches and couldn't move his hand freely for the rest of the summer. his good now, and he likes to tell the story behind it every time someone askes about the scar.

i remebre telling the adults that we had gonne to fight the street dogs to assest out superiority and that some old man tried to help us but got the boy by accident. we got grounded for two whole years with cleaning the cows and the hen house. worst summers of my life.

but we did get our cabine, it was better made since we bribed some older cousins with helping us. we painted it red on the outside and light blue on the inside to keep the hot air out . we built a big window that was from the ground up to the oldests head and coverd with an old peice of cloth and it was well lite with electric little lenternes from ramadan and candels used for weddings.

a month letter we found the body of some middle aged man inside and some slodiers took the whole thing down. we put hot pepper inside their shoes and glue on their hats for revenge. they dared to let their guard down after ruining our hard work and darring to taste aunt nabila's fruit juice with no remors. we were such little shits

i have other childhood memories like this one, so if anyone wants i can add them here

hello, my little cousin here insistes that i have to chare this story with other people because quote 'when your older, your mom lore's gonna be insane'. so here i am charing a little tid bit about what ususally goes in our incestral little vilage.

for contecst, we are from what i think is an ethnic group in english in north africa. they were the very first people to live there. so, every year during any vacation be it the big summer one or the ones for the holydays, we go to our village up in the mountains were all the familly gathers around to celebrate or relax from city life.

we are all related to eachother somehow, so it is no suprise that us kids would gather together and play all around the mountain and it's forest all day long without supervision. the closest village to ours is 3 hours by car so it is pretty safe for us reckless gremlins to run around and the forest is prety tame with the most dangerous animals to be found is street dogs that don't come out until midnight.

one day we kids went to the neighboring vilage in secret to steel some construnction materials to built a little cabin as our 'base of meischief' like vilains do in cartoons. what we didn't know at the time was that the place we decided to make our own was a su!ic!de hot spot were even the army had to check every few mounths for corpses (why tf they didn't put any signs or warnings is beyond me).

so we built in at the begining of summer, then we all went back to our homes near the begining of the school year. the youngest of us was i think 6 at the time. the next summer the second we all got to the village we ran all the way to our cabin to check if the adults who stay in the winter found it. what we found inside was the corps of a young women barely 20 hanging from a plank of wood we put up as a seeling. to say that we were traumatized would be like saying the sun is bright. we ran back down the mountain like the devil was on our heels and screamed to high hell, no one could understand what we were saying from how much we where crying. two hours later the army came by and took the corps of the women away

we didn't step a foot inside our cabin until the next summer. i was dared by a cousin to get inside and see if it were hounted by the spirite of the lady, and i, the prideful brat that i was went there with a broom, a buket and some soup, playing it off as if i wasn't quivering in my shoes and telling them that i was gonna clean the bad vibe away.

right as i opended the door, i throw the bucket with the soupy water, closed my eyes and started scrubing the floor while chanting some prayers i had heard the old grannies say when someone died. an hour later and everyone startes helping me clean. the bastards had the guts to throw salt at me when i went out and started screaming at them to help me.

after that we went to playing like normale. the summer after that i thing i was 9ish if not 10, we found the body of an old man who shot himself and left a big hole in one of the walls. the funny thing was that this time no one was scarred just angry at the man for damaging our hard work, it had taken us weeks to figur out how to messur them and to get the sement at the right consistency and the bricks had nearly cost one of my couins his life (thats a story for another time)

we draged the body out and went on our mary way like nothing had happended. we called the cops at night so that they wouldn't bother us too much.

two weeks later we went to another village for a wedding and stayed there for a good mounth helping with the preparetions, when we got back we only had one day left of our vacation so we decided to spend in in our spote, and lo and behold a young man dead inside. we where so done with this that we didn't even bother doing anything, just went back down and played in the forest with the older kids.

we forgot about the body.

the next year, we went up and started smelling something fool. i think we all throw up at one point as we got closer. it is not until i was near the door that one of my cousins screamed at me to get away and reminded us of what we had left there. for a good 6 mounth, the body stayed there rotting and decaying. we called the authorities and they where kind enough to bring a specialist to clean the place for us.

and so, every now and then. we find a body and forget about it.

you may ask "why didn't they take down your cabine?" or "why didn't the adults do anything about this?"

and to answer your question:

-they did take it down, we just kept steeling things and re-building it. after the 8th time they left it alone and just cleaned it for us if the body was old

-as for how the army didn't sheck the spot for six months, they though that if people found the cabin then they would think that someone lives inside and leav it as is. but they where wrong and poeple are rude as fuck.

-during the winter, is is nearly impossible to get to our spot because of all the snow and how gaged the way up is people just don't bother. it's only during the summer that it becomes possible to get there so yeah. when it's our play time it's dy!ng time for others

-no one of the adults know the whole thing. they think that is was a two time thing. they don't know about the other times.

to clarifie, the top of the mountain is a good hour away by foot from the village so were pretty much alone there.

now i am 18 and we have until now forgoten 5 bodies and didn't forget 14. very good statistics if you ask me ;)

#gaaraweek2018 - day 2 - little brother

Canon Events for children with broken families

• heart rate going up, ears listening carefully, at any sudden loud sounds that sound like objects being thrown, yelling or drunk wailing

• hating the scent of grape juice because it reminds you of wine (and of broken objects, of pools of vomit)

• swearing to never drink alcohol when you grow up (you will never be like her)

• studying really hard and excelling in school to escape your home life (school is one thing you can control)

• being told by parents to never tell friends about your family situation or they would backstab you (and thus feeling terrible whenever you confide in others now)

• parents going months without talking to each other and using you as their messenger (leading to more misunderstandings and arguments)

• “you are just like your father/mother”, in a bad way (it’s not your fault you have your father’s eyes)

I miss the time when someone had just posted whole movies and shows on youtube for free, like not copyrighted or anything just the whole thing in one video

I remember when I watched the whole of star wars rebels at my grandmas on youtube years ago, you can't do that anymore (at least not very efficiently) I've also watched barbie movies and a whole bunch of other stuff on yt

I do understand why they're copyrighted now though, don't get me wrong, but I can still miss those times

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

The first Always!AU Fic is finally out

Or at least half a chapter-

And with that I got anxious and already made a drawing based on the chapter that is still halfway through. Oh no, two drawings, not just one.

Look how cute baby Bruce and baby Kate are <<33333

The fic

. . !

Hey. . .Uh. . .

. . .

Oh!

Oh.

Oh...

OH...

Nostalgia

“don’t worry, shell eventually grow out of it’’

I never did

Change: A process through which something becomes different

With growth comes along change

I grew, yet I remain the same.

Maybe it’s the nostalgia evoking me, an attachment grasping me in what seems to be the past

‘’move on’’ How can I leave what tended to structure me?

In a manner I am an adult, yet a sense of maturity is still to be held

I’m taller!, I’ve grown! Somehow a child reminisces within me, a child which Iv not abandoned, he isn’t what I used to be, he is what I am, maybe not fully but an essence still floats within me, and I carry it wherever I go.

When I was 4 I had just grasped the concept of reality and the first thing I did was watch how to train your dragon and in the scene where stoick is yelling at Hiccup and disowns him for having a dragon I got so scared I started shaking

And here we go…

Tenía que dibujar al pequeñín si o sí jeje :3 Psd. Sentí que estaba dibujando a Venom no sé por qué xD . . #liloandstitch #stitch #626 #disney #childhood #digitaldrawing #design #6characterchallenge #cartoon https://www.instagram.com/p/CMQKXmnhyP0/?igshid=t5d4hjfku4px

Day 5! Just a sketch today from the magtober prompt list, but here is childhood martian and jon, even if this mever happened i find it cute. Its little martain putting a bandaid on little jons knee

@emerald-emerlad

Whenever I really wanted to do something as a kid that took my parents a little convincing I would make a whole ass presentation

No idea why I was like that, I was dedicated tho

I explored a bunch of areas in me and my little sisters childhood minecraft world and decided to take pictures. We used all of our animals to tell stories hehe.

Baby chickens and foxes from the nether??? It was all very silly.

I told my friends some stories from my life and they told me I have "insane lore". I thought that I didn't have that much, so I made a list of random events and I'm starting to see it...

I'm trying to figure out more about Tumblr right now by posting a bunch of random things, so here's a story from my childhood;

I live really close to a creek, and I spent a lot of time around there as a kid. There was this one specific little pool that had a waterfall feeding into it that my friends and I really loved. It was only a few blocks away, so we'd always go there a bunch on hot summer days.

There were two spots you could use if you wanted to do a jump into the water instead of wading into it. One was a little rocky ledge about 3 feet above some deeper water. It was really perfect to do little plunges off of. 10/10 very fun. The other spot however, was this short and slanted overhang that stood about 6 feet above some shallow rocky water. If you wanted to jump off it you had to make an effort to jump out into the deeper area so you wouldn't break your legs landing on sharp rocks.

One day when I was about 9 or 10, I was at this pool with two of my friends, their dogs, and one of their parents. We were playing around and taking turns jumping off the overhang. I was a fairly unathletic kid, and it always took me a moment to prepare myself to be able to jump out far enough as to not land on the rocks. One of my friends was keeping lookout since the dogs were running around and playing with each other. She gave me the all clear and I ran toward the ledge, but I hesitated just long enough that the dogs had moved from their position farther away and had begun chasing each other. Next thing I know, they come in and sweep my legs out from under me. I hit the ground and start sliding across the rocky surface of the overhang.

Despite this ledge being only about six feet above the water, the rocks underneath were sharp and I was also quite weak and fragile at that age, so that knowledge combined with the adrenaline made me totally convinced I was about to fall to my death. (I probably would've just broken a bone or got a nasty cut or something, but ten year old brain full of adrenaline wasn't thinking the most logically) I was holding onto this tiny plant for dear life while slowly sliding farther down every time I tried to reorient myself to get back up. As a result of all the wet children dripping water all over when jumping off, it was very slippery.

My friend notices how I'm panicking and unable to get up and asks me if I need help. I was a very socially anxious child, and hated the idea of burdening anyone. So as I am sliding down this ledge, convinced I'm about to die, I hear my friend ask if I need help. My dumbass said no. I was lucky that she ignored me and pulled me up by my shoulders regardless. I find it kind of hilarious that despite being absolutely terrified, I still thought it would be better to fall and get injured than just ask for help.

I got out of it with just some scratches on my lower back, and I never told my parents because I knew they would freak out and never let me go there again. Still haven't told them to this day lol.

Signs as childhood TV shows

Aries: Barney

Taurus: Wow Wow Wubzy

Gemini: Caillou

Cancer: Max & Ruby

Leo: Lazytown

Virgo: Sesame Street

Libra: Dora The Explorer

Scorpio: Powerpuff Girls

Sagittarius: Oswald

Capricorn: The Backyardigans

Aquarius: Tomas the Train

Pisces: Teletubbies

~Baby.Hermit

This ^^^

Bungo Stray Dogs and the separateness of Childhood - a sociological view

[So a large portion of this is left over from when I was revising sociology for my alevels, which were done over a month ago now (wow). So I hope there's people out there who find this interesting, it's nice to post this since it goes back to my roots of what started me on tumblr in the first place (sociological analysis, but of MTP). Also this has Stormbringer spoilers.]

Sociologists agree that childhood is a social construct (a concept in society with no fixed definition). The definition of childhood changes depending on culture and time, so it is not universal or 'natural'. Bungo Stray Dogs portrays a definition of childhood much different to many of our own cultures, and part of its presentation is something I want to look into.

The main idea to look at is Jane Pilcher's idea of 'separateness' - childhood as a clear and distinct stage of life in which children are considered physically and psychologically incompetent and unable to run their own lives. This idea of separateness often leads to childhood being considered a 'golden age' of play and having a lack of responsibility. In BSD, the idea of childhood as a separate stage is not as clear - many children 16 or under are seen working in (or looking for) employment much like adults would do. For example, in Stormbringer Shirase (who is 16) works in a car factory, Yosano at age 11 is said to work in a confectionery store (we don't know if this was family owned or not though), and Ranpo in Untold Origins (aged 14) looking for a job when he meets Fukuzawa. With this information we can gather that children have to take the responsibility of work from a younger age than many cultures (for instance where I lived children have to be in education until 18) and that from as young as 11 they are able to employment.

Consider the other children present - the Akutagawa siblings living on the streets for many years without parents or financial support, Kyouka and Q (as well as teenagers like Dazai and Chuuya) being part of the mafia from a young age, Kenji in his village, Chuuya and Mary Wollstonecraft in Stormbringer, and Atsushi living in the orphanage. All of these have different notions of childhood attached to them.

The Akutagawa siblings learnt to support themselves from a young age. Their group of fellow homeless children act as proof of a wide child poverty issue, one which represent the effects of a lack of child welfare support by the government or the effects of the many casualties in the Great War (leaving many without parents). The lack of child welfare support may show a general lack of the idea of separateness, since specialist support for children is not available.

The abundance of children in the mafia, especially those who reach the higher ranks of executives like Dazai and Chuuya by the age of 16, show a distinct lack of recognition of childhood as a separate stage. Those who are children don't seem to be treated much differently to the adults, which is especially apparent in Q and Kyouka's missions (where Kyouka in her first mission we see being considered disposable by the mafia).

Kenji's childhood on paper seems the closest to many farming cultures in our world. He works on a farm from a young age, as many people in his village and in real life farming families do. The recruitment of him to the detective agency however, suggests that (despite his youth) his ability makes him fit for the job. This somewhat leads on to the idea that children with abilities are seen as more mature and subjected to more adult activities and topics from a younger age, with their allowance of separateness smaller than that of non-ability user children.

A few other Stormbringer examples - Mary Wollstonecraft is only 10 years old as of Stormbringer, and yet she is working for the European governments and making robot agents for them. Young children working for governments is a clear example of a lack of separation between child and adult. Another, and arguably much worse example, is Chuuya and Verlaine - both experimented on by scientists/the government and infused with singularities via force. Chuuya is also canonically cloned. Verlaine and Chuuya, in their experimentation, are not treated much differently, despite Verlaine being an adult and Chuuya being around 5 at the time of his kidnapping/start of experimentation. This suggests a lack of seperateness yet again. There is a lot more that could be said about the whole 'cloning/made into a weapon' part of their story, but this is not the post for that.

A more recent one - Teruko. Because of her unique ability to change her age means that within the first few months of her life she was forced to fight in war. She's actually forced to bypass her own childhood for the war effort, and therefore her childlike demeanour during the Decay of Angels arc may be to try and harness what she missed out on. Her ability in itself could also play into the 'old age is a social construct' argument too maybe but again, not the post.

Atsushi's childhood in an orphanage at first seems to match the ideas of childhood as a separate stage dependent on others. The purpose of orphanages is to raise children without parents and help them prepare for the world, but Atsushi's experiences of abuse shows that his ability, to the orphanage director, makes him undeserving of this separate stage. Instead he is abused and eventually kicked out with no real support. This being able to go on unchecked alongside the other examples brings me to my conclusion about the definition of childhood in Yokohama/the surrrounding villages/possibly the world are not being considered a separate 'golden age' to the same standards as our world.

As mentioned earlier, children who are ability users are less likely to have this construct of seperateness include them. In sociology, labels and constructs are assigned by people and society, and so in this universe there are many adults who have removed this construct from ability users' lives in their childhood. Yosano is the clearest example of this - Mori takes her away from her experience of childhood and places her in a war zone, where she, despite being 11 years of age, is treated like an adult and (because of her ability) is placed on a pedestal by the solders. She's stripped of her childhood through not only the standards placed upon her, but the trauma she endures in the war zone - leaving her to spend what remained of her childhood in a psych ward until Fukuzawa is able to take her in.

Ability user children, via circumstances or adult intervention, do not get to experience childhood in the way other children do because that label is stripped away from them. This is most usually because they pose some asset to an organisation or campaign - and this can include the ADA too. Just because the ADA offers a more healthy and safer environment for the children than other organisations, it is still putting children into work and treating them the same as adults. How ethical this is, is in itself another question that I don't think I can give an answer to. But I could honestly talk about how ability user children are treated differently in a whole other essay.

[I do not have much else to say now about this specific area but it's probably better to post than just to let sit in the drafts as it has done for a while. So no proper conclusion sorry.]

lowkey so happy that I grew up watching a lot of anime

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I remember Total Drama as a kid, and I used to have a crush on Alejandro when he first appeared, so I wanted to make him in AU, where he became a Badass Spellcaster

He's 21 in this AU. I Hope you like this

He's roly poly oly....