cookie jesus

  • <p> <b>Some puzzle-piece-heavy, ad-heavy, spam-filled website called BrightTots:</b> The child who responds to, "Do you want a cookie?" with "Do you want a cookie?" may or may not want a cookie. This is the bewildering world of immediate echolalia for the parent or teacher.<p/><b>Me:</b> fucking hand them a cookie<p/><b>Me:</b> what kind of consummate jackass are you that you can’t figure out whether a child wants a motherfucking goddamn cookie jesus christ i am so embarrassed for all of you rn<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Your mob "wife" Sidney minific was so good!!! 😭😭😭every single person in that scene had such a distinctive character and was so colorful! "Intern"!peter! Terrifying scar across his face smiling!mikhail! Oblivious teacher!sid!! Probably terrifying around his mob and sweet as a lamb and horrible at cooking!geno!! I,,, just love it! If you're still doing fic for it, can we have a scene for when mob geno and sid first met?? :)

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“But the boss doesn’t celebrate Christmas,” Peter protests, even as Mikhail throws a vomit-green knitted sweater at him. Ugh. 

“Yeah, well, Sidney does, and he wants a potluck this year, so we’re gonna have to suck it up,” Mikhail says, then considers. “And for the love of God, please don’t make an embarrassment of yourself. We’re still on duty.”

“I never make an embarrassment of myself. Well, if not for this sweater,” Peter says, pulling on the shirt. There’s a dancing Christmas tree on it, with a sad smile and a cartoon dog peeing at its trunk. Peter feels like a clown. “And I’m not going to embarrass myself in front of Sidney.”

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