I was doing tech crew for a play at school, and we were reaching the last bit where the cast bows and everything. i go to a school that's got very good accessibility stuff, so we have a LOT of autistic kids and also Grace, who has Downs syndrome. she was playing in the play, and so she went to go bow- she was in the fourth pair or so. She went and high fived the other person or something, I wasn't paying too much attention, but when I looked up she was kneeling close to the spot she's meant to go. Someone ran over and put their hand on her back, I assumed maybe she just didn't get where she was meant to be going, but she wasn't moving and more people rushed over. the curtains closed and someone ran out to go get someone who my fellow tech members said was her dad.
NATURALLY, I was quite concerned and distracted, but my mom was waiting to pick me up. So I texted my mom to let her know what was going on. These are the texts that resulted:
I'd meant to say "someone went to go get grace's dad" but got distracted midway through and skipped two words. to correct myself, I tried to say "Grace's dad". but I was typing fast, and ended up saying "Grace's ded". Grace's dead.
as soon as I notices I started choking on laughter, because WOW that was such a horrible typo to make. and a tech crewmate asked what it was, so i started explaining, all while laughing hysterically. I was saying "I tried to say Grace's dad, but I ended up saying Grace's dead", but I was so out of breath I couldn't say the last word. It took him a second to realize what I was saying, but when he did, he started laughing too. All the while, whimsical music is playing, and we just hope to the Lord that nobody hears us and thinks we're laughing at Grace, because I'm still super concerned
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The camera is only filled with images of Flapjack TAT <33
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Meanwhile...
Hunter-verse! (/jk)
Pretty much inspired by that post above, and I couldn't stop thinking about it xD... just love imagining this trio of clones interacting together haha
🎨 Art (c) me! (@isaangie-art)
↪️ Credits for the original tweet: @bugchuckles!
Edit: I found out today that artist has a Tumblr acc too lol (sorry for not tagging them earlier) ;v;
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what is your most controversial video game hot take? 🎮🎮🎮
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A friend sent this to me today and I feel attacked😅
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More vacation doodles...
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In Japanese, they don’t say “moon,” they say “tsuki,” which literally translates to “moon,” and I think that’s how language works.
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normalize saying "okay💖 yay💖" while masc
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From The Owl House pitch bible - https://web.archive.org/web/20240425221922/https://litter.catbox.moe/581x55.pdf
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Battle Begin ❤️ !
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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”
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