You Can Also Get It On A Roku! Which I Think Is Super Neat! I Have Prime Video, Which Is Ad Free, So

You can also get it on a Roku! Which I think is super neat! I have prime video, which is ad free, so I tend to watch the first three seasons on there, but during my rewatches of S4 and the following special, I turn to HappyKids. The ads are never long. It's also how I watched S3 when prime video was out for my blood.

If you haven't watched the special yet, I totally recommend heading over to HappyKids and binging it immediately.

Also, as a sidenote, when first watching S4, the ads were so similar to those ads you got on PBS kids, Qubo, and other such tv channels I was hit with sudden nostalgia.

to be honest the fact that the HappyKids app is completely free and yet it's still a legal way to watch and support Monkie Kid is absolutely wild, the chances of shows getting that kind of thing are so astronomically low that the only other example of it I know of are companies putting episode of their show free to watch on youtube.

If you're in a country where you can download the HappyKids app, do it, and watch Monkie Kid, especially the new special on it (when it comes out). Do it as many times as you can, in fact. Act like it's the only way we'll get the rest of the story (because, with so many shows getting cancelled or screwed over lately, it very well might be).

Go wild.

Homeschooling sucks. Like, I'm sorry, but my teachers couldn't care less about their students. I had no idea what a normal student-teacher relationship looked like until I was thrown into public school in my senior year. And it's not like I had a park I could just walk to. No, my social interactions were so incredibly limited.

When I was supposed to be in middle school, my youngest older sister (step-sister, technically) told me funny stories she had experienced at school. All the rambunctious and crazy things her peers got into. Things she got into. She was living a completely normal teen life. I didn't know I was even missing out on anything until it was too late. I never wanted to be homeschooled, but we moved when I was a bitty little thing, so my parents thought it best to take me out of the public school system. Which was the worst mistake of my life. My grades suffered, I suffered. I can't explain how bad things got for me.

Entering my final year of high school was like a breath of fresh air. I was around kids my age again. There were varying opinions and so many people I could listen to and befriend. Not every interaction was good, but it was better than staying home every day, typing away on my computer for a teacher who wouldn't grade stuff unless I went out of my way to ask.

It was the first time math just clicked for me in a long time too. Like, little me was good at basic math. I loved it! But, without teachers, or anyone I could ask questions to, really, I started to hate it. But my math teacher was incredible! Like, I could rant about this guy for ages. He knew exactly how to teach his subject. He wouldn't directly give you the answer if you asked for help, he would walk you through the steps until it clicked. He did this for any student who asked for help. And I got good grades in his class. I was attentive and started taking notes.

I feel like in the time I was homeschooled, I forgot that I loved to learn. Now I want to go out of my way to get a degree that requires in-person hours to achieve. I don't even want there to be the option to go back to how it was before.

unlike you fools, I didnt go to middle school. i suffered at home like a REAL MAN. i didnt need people OUTSIDE MY HOUSE to bully me and ruin my life, that's what your fucking siblings and parents are for!!

nah but fr i always smile when someone's like "we all knew that one kid who-" no, i didn't. i didn't leave my house until i was 13. I didnt know anyone for more than a few weeks at a time, and this inability to get to know anyone at all persisted far into my high school career. there is a reason i am abysmal at remembering names. AWAY WITH THEE.

It would be nice...

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You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

Cuddle Pile

Night had fallen and the shiver was curled up in their shared nest, hidden away by Nightmare's tentacles. Well, all of them except one. A lone thresher shark sat curled up at the entrance to the Trench. Despite his poor eyesight in the dark, he scanned the area for any possible dangers to his shiver. It was a ritual that he had started almost as soon as he arrived in the Depths. Cross hated the idea of the others sleeping unguarded, even if they did have two leviathans watching over them all. So he took it upon himself to be a lookout.

He yawned and watched the bubbles that escaped him float up into the darkness where he lost sight of them quickly. He wasn't tired, not at all. That was why he was absolutely able to notice that someone was sneaking up on him and did not let out any sort of shocked cry.

"Heya Crossy," Killer curled his tail with Cross's much longer one. "It's time to go to sleep, ain't it?" Killer was shoved away for his efforts.

"He's right you know," Horror's voice was a sleepy rumble as he scooped up the thresher. "Off to the nest with you," The great white and bull shark swam back to the rest of the shiver, Cross's wiggles and complaints dying not even half way there. Dust, who was also apparently awake, moved to the side to fit in the tired guard. Horror settled Cross in the nest before he and Killer took their spots again and curled around everyone.

Dust let out a soft purr as he cuddled into Cross, who was taking longer and longer blinks as he sat in the nest. He mumbled out some word of affection that the others couldn't quite make out, but got cuddles and kisses for it regardless. It wasn't too long after that the shiver, and Dream who had been watching them, fell back asleep in a pile of cuddles and purrs, all in the safety of Nightmare's tentacles.

I haven't done this yet, but I know I should. I like anyone being able to read my stuff. I write not only for my enjoyment, but the enjoyment of others. Having people see it is kind of the point. Yes, I know what might happen, but I haven't had the heart to make any of my stuff on ao3 only for those registered.

ICYMI, there was fear that companies were scraping public AO3 fics to train their AI without the consent of AO3 or its users. That fear has been confirmed.

AO3 has written about what they’re doing (and what they’re not able to do), and they recommend restricting your work to AO3 registered users only. [Instructions here]

This gross misuse of the archive by techbros is why I’ve locked down my fics for the foreseeable future. I recommend the rest of you do the same.