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Bro imagine being goddamn Martin Blyndeff, i could never.

Also Percy swears, but she's the law so it's fine.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

Okay so this Friday is Friday the 13th, a full moon AND the 50th anniversary of Scooby Doo.

I’m going to go harder than I’ve ever gone before. It is my time.

New Secret Knots comic: "Cryptid".

for those of you who still haven’t listened to the Magnus Archives, one of the great things about it is that the writer really avoids using things like sexual violence and ~scary mentally ill people~ and awful racist tropes as fuel for horror, and instead makes very, very effective fuel for fear out of things like not being able to quit your job, one (1) very large pig, teaching an entry-level college class, 19th century british architecture, having a crush on your boss, community center art classes, having to move back in with your parents, package deliveries, men named Michael, reading, a metalhead who refuses to explain himself, going to a concert and the band is really shitty, the overall concept of doors, A Hole Full Of Meat, and poetry

today im thinking about the huge buff bread guy from kikis delivery service. highly underrated guy

a woman in a film: *takes another woman’s hand and squeezes it gently in a gesture of support*

my content-starved wlw ass:

the correct way to do an anthropomorphic cat:

the incorrect way to do an anthropomorphic cat:

cursed boy