((I really hate making another post like this, but the landlords have just decided that our apartment is in a state that they need additional security deposit! At least a month's rent! A month's rent is eight hundred dollars.
Understandably, we don't just have 800 bucks to throw at this shit. If anyone has some to spare to help me out while we figure shit out, it'd be really, really appreciated. You can send it to my PayPal. Every little bit helps.))
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patb thoughts while they're in my head from the last post. if you think pinky is autistic and brain is a neurotypical ally you're doing it wrong. ohhhhh it's stereotypical to make the asshole genius autistic no that only counts if the asshole genius sucks shit like sherlock and bazinga. if the asshole genius is a cartoon lab mouse in codependent love with his genderfluid and also autistic bestie it's fine. trust meeeeee peace and love!
check this out btw
(that's both of them to me.)
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Character idea that I had at some point: A dance teacher who had to give up his own highly promising career as a performer after an injury, and now makes his living giving lessons to children. He comes off as stern, serious, and frighteningly strict, and even some of the parents have a hard time believing that the kids genuinely like him and enjoy the lessons. Which, to be fair, are frightening to watch with no context of what this is about.
The children go through their practices with downright eerie, automation-like, coordinated synchrony, with stern and focused looks on their faces, while the teacher circles them, observing and correcting, brandishing his cane like a weapon and every once in a while dramatically lamenting about how "you little vermin can't do anything right", and occasionally the music stops and the only sounds coming from the studio are of kids running and screaming while their teacher bellows about teaching them a lesson.
This, however, is all just method. He started the first lesson with the children by proposing a game: How about they play flea circus, where he is the cruel evil ringmaster and they are all his poor suffering little fleas. One of the girls starts crying, protesting that she doesn't want to be a flea. Well, how about mice? Mice are cute. The children accept these terms, and ever since they've spent dance lessons playing Evil Circus.
For reasons beyond adult comprehension, children of a certain age really love playing pretend in a setting where everything is Dark And Horrible And The Worst, and Evil Mouse Circus is exactly that. And whenever he picks up that the kids are starting to get too genuinely nervous or agitated, that's when he goes "that's it I'm going to beat all of you" which is their cue to take a break to run around screaming, while he chases them. He won't catch them and isn't even trying to, the kids just need to let the nervous energy out.
It looks horrible to an outside observer, but the kids are having an excellent time playing circus mice.
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