Umnot Please Dont Count Them Ok. Please. Liek Trrealtlly. They Stopped Being Your Oc Slike 5 Months Ago.please

2021: im gonna do this cool mother+pokemon au where they're in an unknown place, slightly inspired by a "killing game", where everyone is a SLIGHTLY different version of their canon, with diferent names and appearance, and personality too!!

2025: im gonna do this cool rhythm heaven au where they're in an unknown place, slightly inspired by a "killing game", where everyone is a VERRRY different version of their canon, with different names and appearance, and personality too!!

i dont quite see the difference now

why do almost all of my fandoms have a discord server i am not aware of (i am aware of it. but i dont want to bother you with my background character presence. and i do not mean to have the invite) or i wasnt aware of until shortly before. im scared of those things you call discord servers. im only in 108 and i interact on 2

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

aurocleaning

is this worth it chat (2)

aurorar.. zran..

oh no.. he r hands r dirty now..

do i rreally wnt to keep this up

is this worth it chat (2)

aurorar.. zran..

oh no.. he r hands r dirty now..

In the future, children will think our ways are strange. "Why do old people always grow so much milkweed in their gardens?" they'll say. "Why do old people always write down when the first bees and butterflies show up? Why do old people hate lawn grass so much? Why do old people like to sit outside and watch bees?"

We will try to explain to them that when we were young, most people's yards were almost entirely short grass with barely any flowers at all, and it was so commonplace to spray poisons to kill insects and weeds that it was feared monarch butterflies and American bumblebees would soon go extinct. We will show them pictures of sidewalks, shops, and houses surrounded by empty grass without any flowers or vegetables and they will stare at them like we stared at pictures of grimy children working in coal mines

yeah absolutrly

The day I started posting about #rhythm thief was the best day of my life.

CHARLIE VERGIER - RHYTHM THIEF

reasoning: He's sorta kinda canonically transgender. Also has an unreasonably large amount of gay tension with the protagonist, Phantom R, who is the frutiest fucking guy in the game.