moodboard for when you listen to survive from epic

being a manager sucks balls half the time but the cashier kids im in charge of trust me enough to dick around in front of me so ive been keeping a running list of the shit they say that makes me laugh randomly: -"guys, is it cheating if you play fortnite with your ex" [4 seperate others, immediately]: "YES" -"there must be like… infinite sentences" -"bro what bro what the fuck bro what's that mean bro why'd you say that bro what" <distraught response to a girl randomly greeting him with 'hey there big boy' in an old timey transatlantic news reporter accent

did some force take you because I didn't pray?

one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.

yes. yesss

Too much fear in familiar blue eyes for his liking :((

more mario and luigi doodles but i took their mouths away

+ extra unfinished stuff under the cut

[Day 169]

Time past and soul bond, but have our love been broken down?

(Do you think we are soulmates in different universes?)

Also. Wondering why the hell I'm still angsting on day 169 when i totally could've drawn them happy? BLAME THIS FUCKING GUY

Alternate version with the heart strings bc I'm a dumbass ok now I dip BYE

Gajeel- 'You're gonna be my cat!'

Pantherlily, pushing 40 with a mortgage-

The posts ive seen about "I really hope the bad kids dont hurt the rat grinders :(" is giving the same energy as the hangman to fabian going "we should be nice to her cause if we just keep being nice to her then she'll stop being so mean!!"

bakugou, who has been your best friend for too long, so long that you're so unaffected by all his cheap threats, grabs you by the front of your shirt after you tease him for the umpteenth time. mouth all twisted, scowling, eyes burning. you think maybe the material in his fist is smoking.

he warns you, "watch your mouth, you fuckin' nerd, before i cream you."

and kaminari is not far, close enough to hear, and he immediately busts out laughing while clutching his stomach. "dude, you'll WHAT?"

bakugou's whole face goes red, flushes all the way down to his chest and he drops you like a hot tamale, sputtering, "you—fuckin' perv, not like that!"

rewatched bsd w my friend seeing it for the first time and the nostalgia of seeing these two together again hit me like a bus

(Mostly) Harumi centric doodle page for a friend

“Just give me one more good day. Starting now. Make me some toast. Then take me to the boutique, where I’ll pick out outfits for us. You’ll wear what I ask, and we’ll get married. And you’ll cook a delicious dinner. Then you will crush all of these up, put them in my wine. I will drink it. Then you will take me by my hand, bring me to our bed, and I will fall asleep in your arms.”

can you maybe chill

I try to draw them seriously, I really do. but then I spiral out of control.