Do You Like The Owl House? Do You Like Fanfiction? Do You Want To Read About Baby Belos Getting Thrown

do you like The Owl House? do you like Fanfiction? do you want to read about baby belos getting thrown into the wrong timeline and enduring The Horrors via not baby belos? of course you do. we little freaks love angst.

THIS IS ALL THE FOOLS LIKE ME, WRITTEN BY @supernovastudiosstuff !!!

meet new characters, cheer for beloved characters, and threaten beloathed characters. watch Phillip get thrown at a brick wall! (sometimes he will get a clown outfit if we wanna be nice to him.)

I don't see people talking about this so today is the 110th anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, in where the factory owners locked working women and girls inside to "eliminate the risk of theft" (in reality it was too keep them from taking breaks), which resulted in the gruesome deaths of 123 mostly immigrant women and girls and 23 men, many of whom jumped to their deaths from the ninth floor either in a panicked attempt to escape or in order to die quickly. There were reports that some of the workers were on fire already as they jumped.

The eighth floor of the building was able to telephone the tenth floor to warn them about the fire, but the factory on the ninth floor where these women and girls labored had no such communication and such warning.

The factory owners were criminally charged with manslaughter for actions that contributed to the mass deaths but acquitted. However, this tragedy led to mass sympathy to the labor movement, and unions spurred on safety regulations that passed in New York state and eventually the entire country, and activists were able to reduce child labor in the process.

This tragedy is a reminder that has been forgotten in the 110 years since: every safety regulation-- every scrap of paperwork contributing to the hundreds of pages of red tape people like to complain about--every word of it was written in the blood of a laborer.

18+ MINORS DNI

Thinking about Dick Grayson’s hands. Or more aptly, thinking about his long fingers and calloused tips trailing slow, soothing circles up your thighs, squeezing when you get fidgety. About his breathy chuckle against the shell of your ear when he runs a knuckle against the wet spot on your underwear. “Dripping already, huh, pretty girl?”

How easily he sinks one, two, three fingers right in to the base, reaching deeper than you ever could with so little effort. “You this needy with other guys, or is this just for me?”

Thinking about Jason Todd’s hands. About how strong and thick his fingers are. About the curve of his brow, the pull of his lips when you brat-off about something; “Let’s give that mouth something better to do." He says as he presses your body against the wall with his own.

Thinking about him putting his fingers in your mouth, the taste of ash and leather assaulting your tastebud as he pushes the pads of his fingers down on your tongue, testing how far back he can reach before your gag reflex kicks in.

The thing about ADHD is that the "lack of reward chemicals in your brain" doesn't just mean that you don't want to do any tasks that don't feel particularly yummy :(, it means that your brain will look at chores and tasks that need to be done like "doing this would be painful and tedious for absolutely nothing to gain from it, Do Not Do That." The same thing that your brain tells you about everything else that would feel really bad and hurt the entire time that you're dying. The part of your brain that stops you from doing the thing is the same part that keeps you from shoving your arm into a wood chipper.

With unmedicated, unmanaged ADHD, "I have to do this assignment or I fail and my life will be ruined and I die" feels like a SAW trap, every single time.

Anolis Aquaticus (By: Lindsey Swierk)

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