Lord Shaxx is honestly my hero: Great Storyteller, Master of Enthusiasm, Teachest through Trial, charming, funny, decent, can recite Shakespeare by memory and be the paramour of Mara Fucking Sov without blinking after being teleported through time and space. More than anything, he believes in fighting for a greater purpose to the point of learning from the Hive how to make weapons that are forged of belief, but never become like them. Because for Shaxx recognizes the Hive’s belief in survival at all cost is a hollow belief, and it is better to fight for a better future.
Saint-14′s lesson is that you might well be a legend, but a greater strength can come from standing aside, to be a shoulder for another to stand on. It takes humility to recognize you’re not the hero of the story, and have faith in another to take the role.
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i struggle to drink a boba ball for ten minutes and when i finally get it in the straw i inhale it at 90 mph and i die of asphyxiation in the otherwise pleasant thai restaurant
me, a youngn: haha ‘yall’ sounds so stupid
me now, in total seriousness: yall aint gon believe this
Hmm this is going to sound decrepitly sentimental but there’s just some games you wish you could experience for the first time again.
So today this kid yelled Nani the fuck?!? in the middle of a test and I felt compelled to share this to the world.
teachers, share the weird crap your kids have done!
I’m not a teacher (yet) but I do work with students and one of them had the nerve to look me dead in the eye and ask me “why would it be a bad idea for me to eat this entire marker?” They’re 11
An 4th grader asked for a high five by saying, “A little slappy to make daddy happy?”
I did not give him a high five.
A student during break had her head in her arms and was shaking a bit, so i asked the kid next to her whether she was laughing or crying and this 8 year old stared me in the eye deadpan and said “im crying on the inside”
Wait i take that back, I cant believe i forgot about the time i brought in a small stuffed octopus as a class mascot because why tf not. It was a class of high schoolers and i didnt imagine theyd actually care much, but one student snuck in a snack and gave it to the octopus as a tribute. Which led to other students doing the same thing, until every day there was a pile of of offerings to Fweej the Overseer, mostly consisting of things like string cheeses and small bags of chips, but sometimes there wouldd be a couple bucks in quarters, one kid brought in some giant pocky i think, and at one point there was a cold stone gift card. This stuffed octopus gained a cult following.
Later i brought in another stuffed octopus that looked exactly the same but bigger and told the class that Fweej the Overseer accepted their offerings and became stronger. These highschoolers lost their goddamn minds.
Oh my god I love this. Thank you for letting those kids be the dorks all high schoolers are.
sometimes I remember that I’ve had the same blog for my entire tumblr career and that there are backlogs and backlogs of cringey shit from my various regrettable phases just there for anyone to see if they want and I feel as if someone has tred across my grave
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