Booby traps? Sure, I would easily fall into a trap if I saw boobs
On my hands and knees begging adults to allow children to engage in risk play.
And by risk play I don't mean handing them a gun and playing Russian Roulette.
I mean like climbing trees, getting so sick spinning on the swing they throw up, balancing on the curb, sitting in the mud, walking on slippery surfaces, building half ass ramps to ride their bike over, standing on rocks, or anything that involves a smidgen of confidence and out of the box thinking that could result in injury.
Obviously like watch your kids and such, but when we talk about the fun of being an 80s or 90s kid, it's not just talking about CDs and Walkmans or not having iPads. It's about how kids today were robbed of critical learning and experience skills we were allowed to have.
Playgrounds disappearing, helicopter parents, and sue culture really destroyed a child's development in the United States, and I think it's about time we as adults recognize that, because the kids sure have.
Hey tumblr maybe instead of flagging queer people’s posts you could take down ai art of celebrities nudes which they did not consent to, from the TRENDING page.
ARTS AND CRAFTS HOMUNCULUS
I found a nervous system in my yarn drawer, a dozen colors joined into a tangled, humming network of thought.
Despite my best efforts, I could not untangle it. I could not make it go away. Unsure what to do, I stashed it in a plastic bag underneath my bed.
I fed it stray buttons and paper scraps, hot glue globs and strands of hair, beads and blood and string and ribbon, until one day the mass began to stir and move.
(new mask new mask new mask!!! I tried a lot of new things with this one (posable features! drawn-on shading! wigs!) and fucked up in a lot of new ways (did you know that spray varnish can reactivate glue? I didn't!!) but overall? I'm ecstatic with how it turned out. their name is Pompom i love them very much)
ghosts from another time
for either way you choose you cannot win
My “draw the squad” memes so far
Save my orphan children
I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭
Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.
I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.
My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭
I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹
Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world
it was not on wheat...