Snow leopards and their giant nommable tails
WE HAVE ACHIEVED THAT WHICH YOU CANNOT
ryuuko make up wig test
Nintendo’s sales haven’t been what they hoped for or expected, so all the executives got together and made the decision to cut their salaries in half to ensure their employees still get paid. They say it’s the fault of the executives that the products aren’t selling well, not their employees, so it isn’t fair for the employees to have to take the hits for that.
Why are there people who don’t like or respect Nintendo again?
#this is fucking depressing #you know what most normal 6th graders are proud of? #science projects and an A on their math exam or making the school’s basketball team #Dean Winchester is proud of a sawed-off shotgun that he made #ohmygod #What if he had it placed strategically on the motel kitchen table #and he just sorta sat there nonchalantly and kept an eye on the door #waiting for John to come in #and see his shot-gun #and be super proud of his son #and ruffle his hair #and tell him good job #that’s what little Dean expects and hopes for #but John comes in #and he doesn’t smell so good and his words aren’t coming out right #and he just glares at Dean and tells him to go to bed #and Dean knows his dad has been drinking that gross amber looking stuff again #so he nods and says a quiet #’Yes sir’ #and grabs his shotgun and tucks it under his bed and tucks Sammy in #and remembers that it’s not his job to invent guns and it’s not his Dad’s responsibility to ruffle his head and tell him he’s a good boy #He crawls under the covers and mutters to himself #’Good job Dean’
Could you not.
I am a reader. I am a writer. People assume I do these things to escape. You couldn’t be more right. I’m escaping a world I don’t like. A world I have no control in. In this world, I am nothing. I am a color, a height, a weight, a number. But in the world of books and writing, I am amazing. I am powerful. I am different. People are better. Worlds are endless. Change is possible. Life is manageable.
Last question I wrote for an exam, as a way for students to relax a bit and get an easy extra point: “6) What did the cannibal get when he was late for dinner?”
What I expected: puns.
What I got: several paragraphs on the subjects of death and decay, a quote from Montaigne, three recipes, and a five pages long essay on the song Mein Teil by Rammstein.
#why is this on best of funny #this is legitimately powerful #this is a reminder that we can fight back against unfair systems #technology has empowered us #by providing witnesses #the world is watching #we can force consequences on our oppressors now #in a way that wasn’t possible even twenty years ago #we don’t have to wait for the media #we don’t have to convince the media #we can be the media
#why is this all in hashtags
there’s literally no way to redeem these two
but I figured that some of the people who were responsible for them might as well get paid a visit
okay so what if THAT is how those fear-eating object-creatures from that one headcanon are created
from being in environments filled with fear
i think harry robin and manny aren’t grownups yet
people seem to agree on that
they target them because they were created in a SCHOOL
so the targets of the fear would be KIDS
so now those are their preferred targets
when they were first created it was during a free period
the teacher was alone in the room
sat at his desk to fail a bunch of students
for being too creative
and not sticking to the one true interpretation of some artwork
And then a sing-song voice spoke
but nothing was there except a notepad one of the kids left behind
a sketch of a girl with rainbow hair on it that wasn’t there before
and then another chimed in
but nothing was there except the clock that had always been ten minutes fast
but now matched perfectly with the time on the teacher’s computer
and when they hit the last lines
there was no notepad or clock anymore
there was a man and woman standing before the teacher
and that was the last thing he saw when the power went out
he survived that night
he refused to return to the school again
nobody particularly cared what happened to him
perhaps he moved far far away
perhaps he died of a heart attack a few days later
scared to death
perhaps ink was found in the room he was found in
and perhaps all the trees by his house
shed their leaves as if it was winter
that day near the end of spring