using all my brain power thinking about the early 2000s futurism look with the round silvery blobby translucent brightly colored flower print everything
plaid shirt: my name is tyler and i’ve created a monster
[tyler voiceover]
let me explain:
this is my husband jiahao. one time, i asked him what his favorite game was to play when he was growing up and you know what he said? fire. so for his birthday, i got him a fire pit - see here.
things started out pretty innocent, he would disappear for long periods of time and send me pictures of burnt sweet potatoes, but that was okay.
then he bought a small power saw. THEN the stealing began. well, kind of. he began scouring the neighborhoods for dead trees that were being thrown away so he could drag them home and burn them.
yesterday he said he wanted to go on a long walk, but it was only because he saw sticks next door
jiahao: excuse me, make room
[tyler voiceover]
he also bought a small hatchet, which was a little concerning but um, i take full responsibility for enabling all of this
jiahao: successful. i’m so successful!
tyler: do i have plans of stopping him? no. because i like s’mores and the uh, the opportunity to eat s’mores in this house has increased by like, 200%
[end captions]
THIS is the gay agenda
potential arsonist x smores lover is my new favourite ship dynamic
I’m at a party where the My Immortal fanfic is being explained via PowerPoint by a high school teacher.
When I was working as a student teacher, I did this thing where I would reward my students for behaving and getting all their work done early by reading chapters of My Immortal to them.
I did voices and everything, pronounced every spelling error, and carefully fudged all the swear words and sex scenes. But the kids. freakin. loved it. Like, to the point where they’d start helping each other get their work done so we could finish in time to read a chapter.
And after every single chapter, we’d go around and talk about why it was so hilariously awful. What made the writing bad? What would it take to make something better?
And then very noticeably, they stopped doing those things in their own writing.
It was really cool seeing them paying attention and thinking critically and not even notice because they were too busy laughing themselves sick about the story.
