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@thegameisssomethinng
Socially Awkward Bachelors, a novel by Jane Austen.
Mutants in X-Men: Apocalypse
when your tit is itchy
titchy
i’ve pretty much never been less surprised by anything
So I’m in theatre class
We’re working on Shakespeare scenes for competition
A couple of freshmen boys are doing a scene that mentions a sword
The teacher is trying to tell them that they do not need to have a prop sword
They are not understanding
So young
So naive
“90% of the time” she says
“When Shakespeare says ‘sword,’ he’s not talking about a metal sword”
They are still not understanding
The rest of the class understands
We know what we are witnessing
The destruction of innocence
They are so new to the ways and language of the bard
Cinnamon rolls
Pure
Unaffected by theatre kids
Untouched by the horrors of the world
They still do not understand
The teacher does not know what else to do
She knows they cannot go to competition wielding an actual prop sword
She knows they will eventually learn
The class knows this too
We are dying to know what she will say next
She opens her mouth
We are on the edge of our seats
She yells
“LETS TALK ABOUT PENISES!”
Whoop.
There it is
The secret is out
Shakespeare makes dick jokes
Theatre teachers sometimes say things other teachers don’t
It is a shock to their system
In their minds, the kill bill siren
Their world has turned upside down
We can see it in their face
We lose it
We are accustomed to this
We have heard worse
But seeing their faces
It is too much
At this moment
The door opens
A sophomore enters
This is his first theatre class
All he heard was
“Let’s talk about penises”
He shouts out in a confused horror
The cycle is never ending
This came to me after living in a town for 5 years where if you aren’t married and having kids, everyone hates you.
Where is the video with the dude running as if he’s about to do the sickest skateboard trick, but then he just keeps running
That’s a good point, too.
Let’s get this over with!
“Okay, if Stella doesn’t like this movie, I can’t marry her!”
“No, you can’t.”
high notes
What the fuck kind of time signature is that
A fake one, for a very bad pun.
Oh shit. I completely missed that joke. I didnt understand. I just saw high notes and then the key signature and wow it makes so much sense now
I’m too much of a musician. I didn’t get it either I just kind of freaked at the fucking time signature and saw high notes •~• good god
I just spent two minutes staring at this and not getting it. And counting the ledger lines. My initial reaction was basically “who wrote this, Satan?” and “what instrument is this written for?” before I realized
musicians in their natural habitat
it took me a solid five minutes. *slaps forehead*
*me holding my flute, laughing* high notes, yeah okay.
@band geek side of tumblr: shut up
Republican voters were asked if they supported bombing “Agrabah,” a fictional city from Aladdin. 30% said yes. Combined with 57% of respondents who were unsure, 87% of Republicans think bombing Aladdin’s hometown is, at the very least, a possibility.
not actually the topic of this blog but OMG THIS IS SO COOL
Literally my favorite thing about a new Star Wars is the original trilogy getting the updated meme treatment it deserves.
me: *googles how to mash potatoes*
some food blogger: My childhood home was full of wind and light. On a brisk Autumn evening, it often felt as if the outside was in. My younger sister, my mother, our favourite cousin, our dog, our other dog, our dog’s sister, and I would sit on the floor in the living room for hours, lit only by the moon and candlelight
me: *scrolls for several minutes*
some food blogger: It was at that moment, with my tiny hands clasped tightly around a mason jar filled with fireflies, that I realised the true value of family. My dog and my dog’s sister came and sat quietly at my feet. We stared up at the sky together, and I felt truly connected to both the Earth at my feet and the ancestors who shared the blood that ran through them, for the first time realising that
me: *scrolls for several minutes*
some food blogger: and when we finally made it home, our cheeks flushed with laughter and cold, there were warm mashed potatoes waiting for us. I will always remember their fluffiness, perfectly mirroring the light feeling I carried with me for the entire next week. This is my favourite cousin’s recipe from that very day, modified slightly to not be fucking awful. Boil an potato and smush it up with fork and botter. NOT A RAW, Salt, pepepr. In it