What if when sad…
Blue
re-creation of one of my favorite audio posts (which is now broken)
IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG
yknow, a while back i had a big realization
because in bfdi, it always seemed like most characters personalities had nothing to do with what they were. over time though i realized more and more were based on things. leafy is a leaf and nature is commonly associated with positivity. snowball is described as an ‘avalanche particle,’ meaning hes a snowball from an avalanche and tough
certain characters are harder to figure out than others, like pen, teardrop, golf ball, tennis ball, pin
but a while ago i figured out how golf ball and tennis balls personalities tied into what they are
so, they both have commonly used nicknames right? tb and gb. thing is, tb and gb also means terabyte and gigabyte. and terabytes, aka tbs, are bigger than gigabytes, aka gbs
golf ball and tennis ball like math and science because theyre nicknames are a pun on computer data terms, and its also why tennis balls bigger than golf ball
So, if you’re like me and work in a place with public bathrooms, you most likely have seen this shit before. Some racist fuck graffiti’d up your bathroom with nazi bullshit with a permanent marker.
Tired of this bullshit? Me too, so I’m gonna show you how to get rid of it nice and quick!
The tools you need: A cleaner appropriate for the surface, the appropriate tool to to wipe said surfaces, and the crucial piece: A dry erase marker.
It’s embarrassingly easy to get rid of and is gonna make those nazi fucks upset that we don’t tolerate their bullshit.
Just grab your marker…
…and draw over it
then you spray it with your cleaner and then… wipe
ta-fucking-da
now you too can use your new-found hack to get rid of sharpie graffiti
remember kids: fuck fascists, fuck nazis and racists, and fuck white supremacy
I spent the past four or five days rearranging ASGORE, Welcome To Dangan Island, Ikoroshia, The Danganronpa main theme, MEGALOVANIA, and a royal victory of a secret at the end into this tribute to the most prestigious of Sundays. With Tumblr’s ban we cannot have another legal fingers in his sunday now. R.I.P. (2018-2018)
What was Adrien’s ridiculous middle name??
IM HAVING A STROKE
THAT WAS THE NAME??
I thought it’d be IDK NOT THAT RIDICULOUS, I’M LIKE TEMPTED TO CHANGE IT BUT IT’S SO DUMB I WANT TO KEEP IT.
THANK YOU @p-artsypants YOU’RE MY HERO.
“Do you know why I wanted to speak with you, Adrien?”
Adrien fidgeted, his fingers tightening their hold on his bag strap. Staring down at the desk was easier than being pierced by his teacher’s displeased stare.
“No, I don’t,” he mumbled. He wasn’t lying, he honestly had no clue why his teacher requested to speak to him after class. He wasn’t late, he didn’t fall asleep, he didn’t disrupt the lesson in any way whatsoever, at least he thought so. He couldn’t figure out what the problem was.
Whatever it was, he hoped it wasn’t severe enough to warrant a phone call to his father.
“I graded your chapter one tests last night,” she began to elaborate. She paused to pick up a paper from her desk before holding it out in front of Adrien’s face. “And the first thing I see is this.”
Adrien raised an eyebrow, no longer nervous but genuinely confused now. All the multiple-choice questions on the paper were each filled in, and although two were marked wrong, he saw nothing else that could be worth getting upset over.
He looked back up to see her scowling.
“I like jokes myself, Adrien, but not when it comes to tests. You’re my best student, so it surprised me to see you do something like this. I can assure you it’s not funny.”
“What’s not funny? What joke?” Adrien asked, getting more confused by the second. He liked to think of puns from time to time in class and sometimes during tests more often than he’d liked to admit, but he would try them out on Ladybug, not test them out on schoolwork.
“This!” she snapped, pointing to his name written at the top.
“My name? What’s wrong with it?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Do you really expect me to believe that your full name is ‘Adrien Perfection Agreste’?”
Adrien frowned. When he finally admitted to his friends what his middle name was, they had laughed, but had gotten over it pretty quickly, although they never failed to joke about it once in a while. They had never gotten mad over it like his teacher did.
“My father is creative when it comes to designing clothes,” he said, crossing his arms together. “When it comes to names? Not so much.”
“Adrien, I know this isn’t your real name. Why not just tell me now and you won’t have to get detention?”
“Detention because of my name?!” he snapped, now getting frustrated. “I can’t help it what my father decided to name me when I was born! Trust me, I wish it wasn’t my middle name.”
“This joke has gone on long enough,” she replied icily. Her hands lay flat on the desk as she tried to stare down the younger Agreste, who didn’t flinch in the slightest. Gigantitan was scarier than this woman.
“Tell me your middle name, your real one, and you won’t get in trouble.”
Adrien gritted his teeth. He had never gotten in trouble at school before, and he would be damned if he let it happen because of his name.
“You want to know what my real middle name is?”
“Yes!”
“Google it, bitch!”
…
Apparently, you couldn’t get detention because of your name, but you could if you called your teacher a bitch to her face.
Worth it, he mused as he twirled his pencil around two fingers and stole a peek at the clock.
Only an hour to go.
I WANT TO BE MAD BUT IT’S TOO GOOD lmmaaooo
Good evening, Tumblr.com
Let’s get in one more of these blogs before the site perishes.
TUMBLR KILLED IT
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