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Simple Chara Stories
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Y’all ever use sarcasm frequently but don’t understand it when people talk to you
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You always think you’re special until you have to pick a username.
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Remember that movie in which Jack Black was a teacher and building a rock band and when a little black chubby girl asked to be a singer he only said “sure! let me hear you” and the moment she started using her beautiful voice his lit up like all of his dreams came true, PLUS the same little girl was scared that people would make fun of her because she was fat and he started listing awesome singers with some weight on and included himself and told her that people wouldn’t laugh because she is awesome at what she does and that is all that matters PLUS that it’s ok to enjoy food?
Also, when a little boy asked to be the band’s stylist he just said “sure, go ahead fancy pants” like, there wasn’t a single second of questioning it, he went into “ok, that will be your position then” right away
That fucking movie is an hour and a half of Jack Black teaching kids to love themselves disregarding all of the stereotypes
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trans people taking testosterone need to drink orange juice cause testosterone weakens your immune system!! trans people taking estrogen need to drink milk cause estrogen causes calcium to be absorbed less
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STORY TIME:
I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Any who, middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she wishes she could spend more time in it but her husband is waiting in the car (OH! I BETTER BUY HIM SOME CHOCOLATE!), she piles a bunch of art supplies on the counter and then stops and tells me how my bangs are beautiful and remind her of the ocean (“Wooooosh” she says, making a wave gesture with her hand)
Ok. I think to myself. Awesomely happy, weird little old ladies are my favorite kind of customer. They’re thrilled about everything and they’re comfortably bananas. I can have a good time with this one. So we chat and it’s nice.
Then this kid, who’s been up my counter a few times to gather his school textbooks, comes up in line behind her (we’re connected to a major university in the city so we have a lot of harried students pass through). She turns around to him and, out of nowhere, demands that he put his textbooks on the counter. He’s confused but she explains that she’s going to buy his textbooks.
He goes sheetrock white. He refuses and adamantly insists that she can’t do that. It’s like, $400 worth of textbooks. She, this tiny old woman, bodily takes them out of her hands, throws them on the counter and turns to me with a intense stare and tells me to put them on her bill. The kid at this point is practically in tears. He’s confused and shocked and grateful. Then she turns to him and says “you need chocolate.” She starts grabbing handfuls of chocolates and putting them in her pile.
He keeps asking her “why are you doing this?” She responds “Do you like Harry Potter?“ and throws a copy of the new Cursed Child on the pile too.
Finally she’s done and I ring her up for a crazy amount of money. She pays and asks me to please give the kid a few bags for his stuff. While I’m bagging up her merchandise the kid hugs her. We’re both telling her how amazing she is and what an awesome thing she’s done. She turns to both of us and says probably one of the most profound, unscripted things I’ve ever had someone say:
“It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.”
The kid thanks her again and leaves. I tell her again how awesome she is. She’s staring out the door after him and says to me: “My son is a homeless meth addict. I don’t know what I did. I see that boy and I see the man my son could have been if someone had chosen to be kind to him at just the right time.”
I’ve bagged up all her stuff and at this point am super awkward and feel like I should say something but I don’t know what. Then she turns to me and says: I wish I could have bangs like that but my darn hair is just too curly.“ And leaves.
And that is the story of the best customer I’ve ever had. Be kind to somebody today.
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me running after my pets to see what’s in their mouths
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my new thing has been just… acting on my ideas. like i thought maybe my desk would look better on a different part of my room so i like. moved it? just like that! i ripped an old anatomy book and stuck the diagrams up on my wall like some kind of old timey victorian doctor. i wanted a starbucks and i walked one and a half miles back and forth in a floridian storm and goddamn it was a good coffee. life is too short babey if you think of something just do it. nike
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Bravado (1/1)
summary:
anonymous said: I really need kindergarten teacher Will and hot single dad Nico.
buoyantsaturn answered: bruh me too
it’s that headcanon list but as a fic
word count: 2,656
read on ao3
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Someone got caught under the mistletoe it seems
Request for @that-one-destiel-shipper
(Reblogs are very appreciated!)
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nico wearing that tropical shirt…i needed to post something and take a break from the comic strip i’m working on
btw!! i’ll be open for request now! but i’ll only do fanart and just sketch cuz…yeah? reasons hehe! just ask me (name of the character + prompt (optional)! i’ll be accepting every ask (its okay if ur going anon but i would love it if you go off anon) until dec 13 cuz i’ll be going on a sshort hiatus from dec 15-27! (well if its an OC, then i will ignore sorryy)
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I haven’t draw Nico since forever, I didn’t remember how much I enjoy drawing this angsty kid.
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guys, guys, he believe in y’all !! dont let the boy down!! you can do this! you can pass this semester!! you’ll find a place to live at pace! you’ll ge trough this!!
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I Like Me Better (Chapter 8) - A Solangelo Fic
Chapter 8: You smile, and I am rubbing my eyes at a dream come true
(Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7) || Read on AO3
Chapter Summary:
The one where Nico apologized.
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Will puts the phone back to his pocket and walks to the bathroom in a daze. Once in front of the mirror, he turns around and tries to see over his shoulder, to get even a little peek of the name. All he sees is a small smudge of black near his left shoulder blade, the beginning of the N. He tries to reach it, to touch the mark with even the tip of his finger, but gives up after a while when all it does is make his shoulder and wrist ache from the weird angle.
It’s really frustrating. Why does his soulmate mark have to be somewhere he can’t see, somewhere he can’t reach? It’s not like Will wishes it’d be somewhere where everyone could see; not like Cecil with the L in his face. But he’d still like to see it, trace his fingers along it and imagine his soulmate writing it down.
What are they like? he finds himself thinking, still looking over his shoulder at the letters. Have I met them already? Do they have any letters yet – two, like me, or more? Will turns his head, checks if he can see better over his other shoulder. He can’t. Where are they?
finders, keepers (so please look for me)
solangelo, teen and up, soulmate au with awkward teenagers and crème brûlée
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