Here’s a song I made for Clarence called Hit The Piñata. It was actually one of the very first things I made as part of my pitch to work on the show. OBVIOUSLY they dug it and I got the job!
Here’s a better quality audio version on my Soundcloud:
Under the blindfold eyes won’t peep Do it right, tie it tight, don’t cheat Now spin around, head pinned to the ground By the bat, that’s the action, making a sound like
Whooaoaooaao - get dizzy Stand back, lift bat, get busy With a little flick of the wrist, give it a swish Don’t miss, try to hit it into little bits and pieces to release the sweetest candy Or otherwise some other surprise it can be Any thing the pinata master fancies A risky mystery but take the chance please
Hit the piñata Hit the piñata Sa…sawing batta Hit the piñata Ya, ya, ya gotta Hit the piñata Hit the thing harder Hit the piñata!
Made out of paper, break the shape of A donkey, you won’t be seeing it later Coz once you attack it, make the bat smack it Maybe you’ll smash it into smithereens So streams of sweet treats careen to the carpet The tricky task is to swing a stick in the darkness But try your hardest, and tense your back Until you strike the target, and make… it… crack
Hit the piñata Hit the piñata Sa…sawing batta Hit the piñata Ya, ya, ya gotta Hit the piñata Hit the thing harder Hit the piñata!
Soulmate AU where when you get beauty marks, scars, cuts, etc they also appear on your soulmate, but don’t cause them any pain. Modern.
Warnings: A bit of self negativity and Maria being your friend, wingman and sassmaster.
(First fic on here! Wooh! Please go head and send requests, say hello, or tell me if there’s a weird spelling or grammar mistake in here.)
“What happened to your face?” A smile came across John’s face when he was asked this question as he sat down at his friends’ usual table.
“I have no idea,” he declared, proud of the horizontal streak being displayed on his nose. For a moment there was an air of bewilderment before realization dawned.
“My, ton âme sœur must be quite the character for you to have all of these odd marks appear this frequently,” Lafayette remarked, it being the second time in the past week where John had acquired a peculiar new mark, likely being from some sort of injury.
“I find it kinda reassuring, you know?” John reached for the faint stripes that appeared on his neck a few days prior. “Like a constant reminder that there’s a real, living and breathing person who was made for me.”
When you walked into the bar you immediately spotted your friend Maria, her having saved a stool for you. Maria wasted no time before sending a pointed look to the band-aid stuck to the middle of your face.
“What did you do to your face?” You pouted at the nonchalant way she posed her question.
“It wasn’t my fault!” Maria took a sip of her drink, her expression unmoved. You sighed in defeat. “I was standing too close to a pinata.” Her eyes widened.
“Did you get hit with a bat?”
“No! I was hit by the pinata.” Maria snorted, causing you to sulk further. “It was pointy and hurt and it started bleeding!” You rubbed the afflicted area in self pity while your friend silently judged you for clumsy nature.
“Maybe if you didn’t hide all of your cuts and bruises you would’ve found your soulmate by now,” she cocked an eyebrow at your both terrified and dumbfounded face. “You’re still scared you’re not going to meet them until you’re old and dying, right?”
“I don’t want them to know I’m a klutz!” You exclaimed. at your exclamation you attempted to swing your hand out in emphasis, instead hitting it against the bar.
“I’m sure they already know,” She rolled her eyes.
You cradled your hand as a small bruise began to form. “I was thinking about trying to date someone who’s not my soulmate. You’ve done that before, haven’t you?”
“Wouldn’t personally recommend it, but yes. Where is this coming from?” You paused for a moment to think of your answer. A million things raced through your mind, worries and insecurities you’ve had about not being good enough for your designated significant other.
“Well, I think a lot about who my soulmate is, and I’m worried that they won’t like me or want to be around me because I’m accident-prone. I have zero good luck. You know this.”
“I do know this. I also know that you’re being ridiculous. Your soulmate is literally designed to fall in love with you. You realize that, right?” You half-halfheartedly glared at her, knowing she had a point. “And I don’t think they’ll care about you being accident prone since in any case you’re both getting the sames scars at the end.” Dejected by the truth behind her words, you slouched against the wooden bar.
“I really just want someone to love me.”
“You and me both.” Maria finished her drink before standing up with a stretch. “I’m going to the bathroom. Order me another drink when I’m gone?”
“Sure thing,” you nodded, waving at bartender to get a second drink for your friend and one for yourself. It seemed like no time passed at all before Maria was back at your side.
“Y/N. Bandage. Off. Now.” Maria made unwavering eye contact as she made her demand. You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Look behind you.” You not-so subtly turned around on your seat, looking for whatever she could possibly want you to look at. “See him?” You squinted, looking back and questioning her. “Curly hair. Freckles.” You huffed.
“Just because we both have freckles doesn’t mean we’re soulmates.” You sat back down, annoyed at what you thought was Maria being insensitive towards you right after having a conversation about potentially giving up on finding your soulmate.
“We both know you didn’t get your freckles from your family.” You bit your lip. She had a point. “Turn back around, he has a mark right where you’re covering your face.” You glanced back and gasped, a hand shooting towards your face.
“There’s no way the pinata did that to me!” Maria pulled your hand away from your face.
“Uh-huh. Take off your bandage so I can see, and I’ll be the judge of that!”
“There’s no way I’d meet him right now. That’s too unlikely,” Maria went to grab the bandage, causing you to lean backwards. “I am not emotionally ready to face this situation.”
“Hush, you’re fine,” as your guard was momentarily down Maria ripped the bandage from your nose, revealing the pinata-caused wound. You grimaced at the stinging wound while Maria gawked at it, making you squirm under her gaze. Calmly, almost too calm you thought, she grabbed your hands in hers. “You’re going to thank me for this later,” she stated without context. As you breathed in to question her she swerved your stool around so you were facing the table of the curly-haired guy she made you eye up. “Hey, Freckles!” she called in his direction.
To your horror, the right person actually looked over. At that moment you regretted every life choice you’d made that led up to this situation.
His gaze first went to Maria, who had initially gotten his attention. It looked as if he was about to turn away when for a split second his eyes met yours. After noticing you he turned back around completely, studying your face(You wish you could say you were doing the same- your vision was being blurred by tears of excitement and fear) and the different marks that littered your face.
While you felt like your heart stopped, the biggest grin spread across his face.
When he bolted towards you and pulled you into a hug, it finally dawned on you that wow. This guy really doesn’t know who you are but he likes you.
As he pulled away to get a better look at you, you studied his features. You observed the concerned look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed because you hadn’t said anything to him yet and he wiped away tears that you didn’t realize were falling from your eyes.
Finally a smile broke out onto your face once you realized that everything was going to be okay, even though you were terrified and didn’t know what to do. You pulled him into another hug, letting out a small laugh filled with joy and relief.
“I’m John Laurens,” he introduced himself, still in your embrace.
Recipe of the Day: This Stuffed Pinata Cake Spills Out a Surprise
Some people hit their pinata with all of their might. Us? We slice into our home-baked rendition until a river of candy spills out. [recipe in bio] http://ift.tt/2pU6hTe
Taehyung wouldn’t exactly call himself a loner but he did enjoy spending time alone, so that’s what he did the majority of the time. He wasn’t much of a party go-er. As a matter of fact his last party had to have been his ninth birthday party. It was a disaster, he had eaten too much cake prematurely and when it was time to put on a blindfolded and spin around trying to hit a pinata saying that it didn’t end well was an understatement.
Sure Taehyung had been invited to parties, his friends had thrown a couple but he never had went. Being honest with himself he didn’t really want to go to y/n’s party. He knew the kind of people that tried to hang around her and he didn’t want to be in their company. He could’ve turned down her offer, made some type of excuse when she asked if he wanted to go but he didn’t. He knew when she asked that he would definitely be attending her party.
He didn’t ever associate with her friends, neither did she with his and he thought that it would be awkward to invite them so he decided to go alone. But when he arrived at y/n’s party he didn’t quite know exactly what to expect. When he pulled up he felt awkward having his motorcycle vale parked next to all of the luxurious cars that kids of rich patents who went to his school drove. Unsurprisingly, her party was at a really nice venue. As Taehyung entered he immediately looked to the roof and was overwhelmed by the outrageous chandelier. He examined the decor and the people dressed around him and he was extremely proud of his choice to wear one of his nicest suits.
The place was packed. A lot more people than he had anticipated, even for y/n. Surely she couldn’t have this many friends right? He wondered.
Walking around the dance floor, he spotted the table that was supposed to be for gifts. It already had a great amount of gifts in large boxes on it and Taehyung looked down at his measly gift and wondered if he should even leave it for her. He pondered over it for a moment and remembered that he had used some of the money he had been saving and decided to leave it.
He then looked around for y/ but had yet to see her so he decided to grab a drink and chill. There was a wide assortment of refreshments so Taehyung opted for the punch. He was on his second drink when he felt someone poke his back from behind.
“Hey there stranger.” Y/n said as she approached Taehyung. He was frozen when he saw her, she had worn the dress that she had tried on for him when they were studying. When he saw her in the dress the other day, he didn’t think she could get any more beautiful. But he was pleasantly surprised when he saw how breathtakingly beautiful she looked now.
“You wore the dress.” Taehyung stated continuing to examine her.
“Well yes you told me to.” She said and neither of them spoke for a moment, just staring silently until y/n broke the silence.
“What are you drinking?” She asked pointing to his cup.
“It’s punch and it’s actually really good.” He said taking another sip of the delicious drink. Even rich people punch taste better then the kind he was used to, he thought.
“Is it really?” She asked.
“Yes, here.” Taehyung said offering the cup up to y/n.
Y/n smiled at him before taking the cup in her hand and taking a drink of it before handing it back to him. “This is definitely spiked Tae.” She said.
“Really?” Taehyung asked taking another sip of the drink. He did notice that it was a bit tart but thought maybe someone added lemonade or something.
“Yes, can’t you tell?” She asked laughing at the boy.
“No, I’ve actually never had alcohol before.” He said slightly embarrassed by the confession, considering the fact that y/n clearly had and he hadn’t yet.
“How cute. Bad boy Kim Taehyung has never had a drink before?” She asked.
Taehyung blushed a bit at the compliment but then wondered why she thought he was a bad boy. “Bad boy? Is that what everyone at school thinks of me?” He asked.
“Well I mean yeah you kind of give off that vibe. Like you’re secretive you don’t talk much and you skip class sometimes. Plus there are rumors about things that happened at your old school.” She said.
“Do you believe those rumors?” He asked. Taehyung had heard the rumors as well and he wondered where people got things like that from. If her answer was going to be yes, then it made sense why she had been so distant. Why she never really tried to get to know him.
“Hmm, well I believe that lies spread more quickly than the actual truth. But I don’t know, I don’t really know you yet.” She stated.
“Well If you’d like, I’d allow you to get to know me.” Taehyung stated.
“So, I have to have an invitation to get close to you?” Y/n asked with a curious look on her face.
“I don’t really open myself up to people y/n, so yes. I am extending you an invitation to get to know me.“
“And what happens if I accept that invitation.” She asked.
“Well, I can’t really speak for the future, but for right now, I’d like to dance with you.”
The girl who ran away from her own party
I shouldn’t have been as nervous as I was. I had danced with several guys before, but something about this time was different. Was it the way he held me? Was it the fact that I could smell his cologne and it was the sweetest fragrance I had ever smelled. I could feel his heart beat as my head laid on his chest and it surely wasn’t beating as fast as mine.
The DJ picked the perfect moment to to play a slow song. I thought.
He couldn’t have been honest when he said that he wasn’t much of a dancer. No I didn’t believe him for a moment. From the moment that he put his arms around my waist and pulled me in I knew that he was a great dancer. The way he held me against his strong chest and moved elegantly to the rhythm had me in a state of awe and I never wanted this moment to end.
And then it did.
“Come open your presents!” My friend Jessica called. I did my best to ignore her to focus on Taehyung until she practically dragged me off of the dance floor. I motioned for Taehyung to join me. They brought me a chair to sit at, it was similar a queen’s throne and I sat there as I started to open gifts.
Most of the gifts were as I anticipated money, gift cards, bags and things like that. But the next gift I opened was different. The box caught my attention it was a simple black jewelry box with tulips on it.
I opened the box revealing the gift. I found myself speechless as I examined the gift. It was a necklace with a tulip shaped pendant on it.
“What is it?” Everyone started to ask.
“It’s a necklace.” I said smiling as I stared at it for a while until Andi, one of the most popular guys in our school approached me also examining the necklace and then scoffing.
“Who gave her this cheap piece of crap? “He asked taking the necklace out of my hand and holding it up for everyone to see. "It’s not even real, what a joke.”
“Give it back.” I said snatching it out of his hand.
“Y/n my gift cost thousands of dollars, it’s a real diamond necklace. Who’d be foolish enough to give you this?” Andi asked again.
“I saw Taehyung put the box on the table.” Someone from the crowd yelled.
All of the eyes at my party shifted to Taehyung and so did mine. Chuckles started to ensue as people started to whisper about him.
“Of course, Mr. I can’t afford a new jacket so I wear the same one everyday gave you this. Pathetic.” Andi laughed along with his friend next to him.
Andy’s cruel words caused the laughter to spread, all around me everyone was laughing at Taehyung and I began to get more and more upset. My heart stung with irritation as I watched him shake his head and walk away. I couldn’t believe how rude the guys were being to Taehyung. They had no right to treat him like that and especially at my own party.
“You guys are assholes.” I said before turning around to follow him. Andi grabbed my arm in an attempt to stop my to which I yanked free from his grasp.
I pushed through the crowd almost at the exit before Jessica stopped me. “Hey you aren’t going to follow him are you?”
“Of course Im going to follow him did you see that stunt Andy just pulled?” I asked.
“Yes but come on, Andy is right he could have at least gotten you a gift from somewhere other than the dollar store.” She laughed.
I scoffed disappointed in the immaturity of my friends. “I don’t have time from this right now.” I said pushing pass her and taking my exit. I ran outside holding up my dress so that I didn’t step on it. When I made it outside the Vale attendant was giving Taehyung his keys.
“Tae, wait!” I said catching up to Taehyung to try and stop him before he left. He was already putting on the helmet to his motorcycle. “Please don’t leave.” I said.
He smiled softly as if to hide the apparent embarrassment he was feeling. “I don’t really think I’m wanted here.” Taehyung said sitting down his helmet.
“I want you here.” I said placing my hand on his and surprisingly he didn’t pull away. I was being genuine when I said that I wanted him to stay I was really enjoying his company.
“I don’t know y/n this really isn’t my scene.” He replied back.
“Well if you aren’t going to stay, why don’t you take me with you?” I asked because I desperately wanted to be with him and not at this party anymore.
“You can’t leave your own party.” He laughed as if I wasn’t serious.
“Who says I can’t? Are you my father?” I replied reaching for the helmet and placing it on top of my head. “You said that this isn’t really your scene, show me what is.”
“Fine. But you’re wearing it wrong dork.” He said removing the helmet and stepping closer to me so that he was towering over me to fix the helmet. “Let’s go.”
We drove for a while and the scenery was starting to get less and less familiar. “Where are we going?”
“Oh, now you wanna ask questions. Don’t worry its a ride but it’ll be worth it.”
“I never said I was worried.” I replied snuggling up as close as I could to Taehyung. The weather wasn’t too chilly but it was windy and I needed his warmth considering the fact that my dress was sleeveless.
“You know I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before.” I slightly yelled in Taehyung’s ear so that he could me.
“Really? None of your rich friends own motorcycles?” He asked finally slowing down and coming to a stop.
“They do, I’ve just never been interested in riding with them.” I said.
Taehyung got off of the motorcycle before carefully lifting me off and placing me down.
“Well this is the first time I’ve let anyone ride on my motorcycle with me.” He said bringing his face daringly close to mine before taking off my helmet.
“I have a feeling im going to be experiencing a lot of firsts with you.” I said biting my lip to cover up my over eager smile.
“I second that thought.” He said before taking my hand in his. “Come on.” He said as he guided me down the wooden stairs. I had been so consumed with my thoughts of Taehyung that I hadn’t even realized where we were.
“Wow.” I said looking at the absolutely breathtaking view in front of me. The sun was setting on the beach and I was dazzled by the way the water glisten from the sun and the sand sparkled.
Taehyung just smiled as he continued to guide me closer to the shore. I was trying to walk in my stilettos but struggling because they kept getting stuck in the sand. He noticed chuckling softly before bending down in front of me and allowing my hand to balance on his shoulder as he removed my shoes.
We sat on the beach our bodies touching each other as we sat close. I was truly impressed by the stars and how they not only lit up the sky but the ocean and I thought it was one of the most beautiful sights. I stole quick glances at Taehyung and he seemed impressed as well, although I’m sure he had seen this sight before.
“I can’t believe that no one is here right now.” I said looking around at the seemingly desolate beach.
“It’s normally this way around this time. I guess everyone else is busy partying he said.” I couldn’t read his expression but I could tell that he was feeling a little upset from the party still.
“Tae, I just want to let you know that I love your gift.” I said looking at him.
“You don’t have to say that y/n, I know its not expensive like the gifts you expected.” He said refusing to look at me.
“Tae.” I said grabbing his hand and waiting for him to make eye contact with me. He finally got the hint and looked me in the eye.
“This necklace is the best gift I received in a really long time.” I said and it was. I don’t think people really put much effort into gifts these days. They don’t make it personal, especially in my group of friends. But Tae’s gift was special, because he actually got me something that I wanted. I love tulips, they were my favorite flower and I wasn’t sure how Taehyung knew or if it was just a lucky guess but regardless I was impressed.
“I’m glad you like it.” He said smiling at me before his eyes drifted down to the goosebumps on my naked arms and finally realizing that I was shivering.
“Shit, I didnt even notice how cold you were.” He said as he removed his leather jacket and placed it over my shoulders. I linked my arm around his for extra warmth and laid my head on his shoulder. His jacket smelled so good, just like him. I was then reminded of the comment Andi had made about his jacket and how that was the only one he owned. I hope that that wasn’t the case, I mean I had only ever seem him wear this jacket but maybe it was his favorite. I could imagine what it would feel like for anyone to not be able to afford new clothes.
I tried to clear those negative thoughts out of my mind redirecting my attention to the view above me. “I have never seen anything this beautiful and my entire life.” I said still staring at the stars.
“I agree.” He said and it only became apparent to me that he was talking about me as he placed his hand under my chin guiding me to look at him. I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked up at him.
I felt a sense of intoxication as he stared at me. It could have been from the beauty of the night or the chill I felt when the cold breeze blew. But I was certain it was because of Taehyung. The way he looked was enough to melt my heart. His hair was pushed back his lips were lightly parted as he looked down at me and his scent. It was the sweetest smell.
He tilted my head up and lowered his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in his kiss. I felt weak and I felt powerful. I felt a fire burning inside of the pit of my stomach but at the same time I felt chills throughout my body. His hand continued to caress my face his lips, God his lips felt amazing. They were warmer and softer than anything I could have imagined, yet strong and powerful at the same time. And although Taehyung wasn’t my first kiss he was the first kiss that mattered, the first kiss with someone who mattered.
He finally separated his lips from mine resting his forehead on my as we both took in air because the kiss had taken both of our breaths away.
can you show me how to get to sesame Street?
wait until 11:11, Close your eyes, spin around five times, hit the pinata, and when all the candy comes pouring out just run straight through it.
once you're through, you'll meet a Llama named Amber. Give Amber $20 and a apple and she'll take you to Narnia, where you'll find $5 on the ground.
use this money to get to hogwarts express where you will meet up with Skrillex who will give you a map which will lead you to a year with journey through the Australian outback and once you're completely lost, you will stumble upon good old sesame street. Good luck and have fun!
Now pay attention, don’t want to miss this
I came up with the quickness
Haters hate that I made it, they actin’ sour as citrus
Walk in room and cause reactions
They’re like “Who the fuck is this?”
I came with homies but I leave here with bitches
If I set my eyes on her
And then decide that I want her
I Ain’t Missin, believe me
When I make moves she’s a goner
Whether Rihanna, Madonna, Lana Del Rey or yo’ mama
She’s old as nada, I close my eyes and hit a pinata
I’m as crazy as Patrick, a young American Pyscho
If I said it, I meant it, trust me there ain’t no typo
Haters keep tryna tell me shut my arrogant pie hole
I’m a bull in the booth, who wanna pair against Michael
I just kept giving less and less fucks till’ I got to zero
All I care about is pussy deniero
Tryna take care of my family, I feel like a young Rob De Niro
I’m the villain, I am no fucking hero, it’s all for real tho’
Every culture and person has their own idea of fun. Throughout much of northern Arasa and western Korrista, people play a boardgame called by many names, but originally known as the Skasadu, “The Chase”. Originally from Aggadur, this game has mutated into several different games throughout northern Mankai, played everywhere from the ziggurats of Aggadurian queens to the spires of Arasan princesses to the yurts of steppe warrior queens. Throughout the world gambling is popular, ranging from dice games to more complex card-based affairs. Some of the most popular games use the Omen cards, unusual things that are drawn with symbolic images and sometimes used for sorcery. Deep in the jungles of Xolot, the empire of Xibalba is constantly partying, but since the empire is entirely undead, theire games are very dangerous for the average living being. They will playfully hit each other with blades and maces, and take turns hitting pinatas that are still-moving undead downfowl. Rather recently, in some regions of Korrista and northern Xolot, there’s been a craze of “role-playing games” where you can take unusual parts in an adventure story, with some of the most frowned-upon being those where you play as mammals. Not all fun is games though, for example the Crocmen of the Southlands collect and trade teeth like humans collect and trade baseball cards, fawning over their ever-expanding collections.
you and your friend are arguing about who gets to hit the pinata first and suddenly it screams because it’s not a pinata it’s a person and you and your friend are torturers and then he starts struggling wildly but you don’t notice because you’re too busy arguing about who gets to destroy him first and somehow he breaks free because neither of you are good at tying knots and he grabs one of the torture weapons and lunges right at both of you and i push you out of the way just in time and he tackles me and with a crazed look on his eyes stabs me right in the neck and he pulls back his arm to do it again but by this time you have your broadaxe out and with one clean swipe you chop off his head and it rolls away and his headless body slumps on mine and you shove it off and cradle my head in your arms while i slowly bleed to death and my last words are “i fucking hate cheetos”
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> Takes place January 20th<p/><b></b> Joe and Obama are in a holding cell.<p/><b>Obama:</b> Joe, why do you dragged me into your wacky plans?<p/><b>Joe:</b> Because you're my Bae.<p/><b>Obama:</b> (Shakes his head) No, Joe.<p/><b>Joe:</b> Did you see the Trump's face when he activated all the booby traps in the office? We Trump him.<p/><b>Obama:</b> I'll admit it, it was funny. My favorite part was when he was hanging from the ceiling and you were hitting him like a pinata. But now we're here.<p/><b>Joe:</b> As long as you're with me, I'm happy. Baes for life.<p/><b>Obama:</b> It's bros Joe, not baes. You're confusing the two again.<p/><b>Joe:</b> Am I? Am I?<p/><b>Obama:</b> We have to get out of here before our wives find out.<p/><b>Cop:</b> Too late boys.<p/><b></b> Michelle and Jill walk in.<p/><b>Obama:</b> We'll stay here. It's safer.<p/><b>Michelle:</b> We told you not to booby trap the office.<p/><b>Obama:</b> It wasn't my idea. I'm the victim in all of this. I didn't know about it until it was too late.<p/><b>Joe:</b> He knew even if he didn't know.<p/><b>Michelle:</b> No junk food for a week.<p/><b>Obama:</b> (whining) But Michelle, that's not fair.<p/><b>Michelle:</b> Stop whining. We are in public.<p/><b>Joe:</b> Actually we're in a jail cell. It's not my fault that the Trump can't take a joke.<p/><b>Jill:</b> Sweetie, just stop talking.<p/><b>Cop:</b> You can go now. The bail was pay.<p/><b>Obama:</b> How? It was over a million dollars.<p/><b>Michelle:</b> America wanted to pay for it. You're national heroes.<p/><b>Joe:</b> Awesome! Do I get a cape and superpowers?<p/><b>Obama, Michelle, and Jill:</b> No, Joe.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Oh my god I just thought of something ridiculous. You know how Thor and Loki are thousands of years older than us? Can you even imagine how many BIRTHDAYS THAT MEANS?! AND HOW MANY TIMES THAT THEY DIDN’T HAVE CAKE TO CELEBRATE IT???
This is going to be that episode where Steven tries to celebrate the Gem’s birthdays. Thor hitting the pinata so hard with Mjolnir until it launches off into space. Loki becoming uncomfortable with clowns and they both have to ride small kiddie cars.
im gonna go off here for a bit; so i thought it was kinda alright at first when they hit the naughty boy pinata even tho it rubbed me the worng way cuz violence but i was like jokes? but then i found out abt how it was naughty boy. on a monkey. andddd basically it just reminded me of when i was younger and got bullie and called a monkey for being brown lmao and how like it still happens? and how in britain the violence againsit brown ppl is fucking high? so all this just made me want to puke (:
Say it louder for the clueless white people in the back.