y’know, that whole “kids lose interest in memes as soon as adults use them” is generally really only true for teenagers (and older tweens). For the most part, younger kids straight up do not care who is using a meme, the meme is always funny/cool to them no matter what (until other kids their age stop doing it, which tends to occur at varied rates depending on what’s going on in that particular demographic)
At my little’s sister’s school, dabbing is all the rage. And those kids don’t care if it’s a fellow student, a teacher, Mickey Mouse, or some random 40-something on TV doing it, it’s pretty much guaranteed to get them excited and most likely dabbing in response. Not only because they think dabbing is cool, so therefore anyone who does it is automatically cool, but also because young kids have a relatively small range of experience and tend to not understand a lot of what they see and hear, especially when around adults, and thus they get very excited whenever they see something that they know and can connect with other people with (this is the fundamental basis for reference humor, which even adults tend to like)
Rejection of anything approved by authority and ironically liking or performing something isn’t really something that starts happening with kids until after puberty starts. Before then, kids just like things and usually like when other people like those things too, regardless of age or intent
Request: “Hi! I was
wondering if you could write something based on the song 18 by Anarbor, with
Sirius please, I don’t know maybe something about reader having parents with a
really strict no dates until out of howarts rule but Sirius has been always in
love with her but she not as much as him, every time I hear it I can’t stop
thinking of how fitting it is! The reader could be a slytherin who parents
obviously kind of disapprove Sirius so that why Sirius or reader want to piss
them off. Also, your writing is beautiful. X”
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: smoking, drinking, implied smut
pulled up in your daddy’s car
Should’ve seen this coming from a mile away
I know what you want from me
“So,” your father started, poking at his dinner, “are you going to
meet up with your friends at the station tomorrow?”
You perked up at the mention, nodding, suddenly excited as you
realised the break was finally over.
“Is that boy going to be there?” Your mother wiggled her
shoulders, a cheesy grin spreading on her face.
“Boy?” Your father’s head popped up from the mashed potato he had
been scuffing down. “What boy?”
“Oh honey did you fail to notice? (Y/n) was waiting with a boy
when we went to pick her up after school finished.”
“No. Who is he?” Your father directed his severe attention to you
now. “Pureblood, I hope.” He narrowed his eyes slightly.
“He is, actually.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you
viciously stabbed your vegetables.
“Good, good.” He responded, eager to drift away from the
“What’s his name?” Your mother asked with raised brows, impatient
to learn all the details.
The corner of your lip twitched as you twirled your fork.
“Sirius.” No reaction from your father, who was now reading the headlines on
his copy of The Daily Prophet.