So I think @lordminion has two new little Japanese fans?
During class today, two of my sixth graders kept yelling “DEAD BY DAYLIGHT!!” For some reason when we were reviewing English building names (hospital, bank, post office, etc).
After class they came up to me like “sensei! Sensei! Do you know dead by daylight?”
Student A: “REALLY?! Have you played it?!”
Me: “No but I’ve watched it”
Student B: “you watched it? Does your friend play it?”
Me: “uhhh yeah. A… Friend (:”
A: “on YouTube?”
A&B: “YOUR FRIEND IS ON YOUTUBE??”
Me: “UHHHHH yeah. My.. Friend is on….. YouTube”
A: “what’s their name??”
So I wrote down LordMinion777 on the board (they loved the name because they’re 11 and they love the yellow Minions) and were all excited about looking Wade up after school today. They thought it was AMAZING that there’s an American who plays dead by daylight!! Wow!!! (And he OBVIOUSLY loves minions, since it’s his NAME, so that makes him EXTRA COOL)
So eyyyyyy Wade say hi to ur two new Japanese fans. They’re really excited and cute and also can’t understand anything u say unless u ask them something like “What color do you like” lol (also sorry I said I was ur friend I was trying to act cool 😎)
It’s almost like she knows J is in that helicopter coming to get her and she’s looking at the Squad thinking, “Yeah, you and I can handle them easy.”
This little moment subtly reminds the audience that they are a team and that Harley is only there to get back with her puddin. Really does show what Harley is willing do to, willing to betray, to get back to Mistah J.
Joker’s thinking, “HEY, BABY! DADDY’S HERE AND READY TO GET ON THAT BEAR SKIN RUG WITH YOU!”
This is everything I’ve written this year in the Haikyuu!! fandom! I can’t believe how wonderful a ride this has been, I have met so many wonderful people and have somehow managed to write 419,270 words over a course of 42 works! Over 50% rarepairs!Thank you so much to everyone who reads, comments, leaves kudos or just enjoys my fics; you’re keeping me writing! Comparing my old stuff to more recent work makes me so proud as I feel like I can really see growth. Here is my Haikyuu!! fanfiction masterpost!
Is this a potentially challenging time to mount a show that has an earnest, straightforward story and that isn’t, perhaps, a cornerstone of musical-theater history?
Benanti: We’re not “Hamilton.” But there wouldn’t be a “Hamilton” if there weren’t a “She Loves Me” or “Gypsy” or “The King and I.” Krakowski: I did see Scott’s original revival. It feels, as it does now, like this beautiful jewel box. For a musical that isn’t as well known, it’s quite a perfect little piece.
We like being organised and knowing things. We bond over cute stationary and supplies. Especially if it’s something we’ve wanted for ages. Just cause it’s for learning and generally dry learning doesn’t mean it can’t be cute and organised.
This generally flies out the window after half of the term passes.
fantastic beasts but like,,,,,,,, without the plot,,,,,,,,,,,,,, just two hours of my boy newt taking care of all the creatures in his suitcase- and maybe a sideplot about picket’s struggle to fit in with the rest of the bowtruckle,,,, no johnny depp no deeper plot no awkward romantic pairings just good old newt scamander and his magical creatures
Two pink lines. What the fuck. No, this couldn’t be happening.
I shook the stick a few good times, knowing the box says you’re really not supposed to but I thought that maybe if I did it hard enough, maybe...just maybe, it would fix the error. Because this was clearly an error. This was clearly a manufacturing error. It was the test, it had to be. The test was defective, the test was clearly defective. Because there was no way this could be right, there was absolutely no way that this test could actually be positive, there was no way I could actually be…pregnant…
The air cinched from my lungs as I plopped down on the toilet seat of my bathroom, the test barely dangling between my loose fingertips over my bent kneecap. Shit. I flicked my head back and forth, shutting my eyes as the heat began to travel from the warped pit of my stomach up to my cheeks, filling them with a sickening flush. Shit, shit, shit. How could this have happened? How could I have let this happen?
My shaken thoughts quickly juggled between ‘what the fuck am I gonna do’ and ‘holy shit….I gotta tell him’. Him. Him being a guy that would probably want nothing to do with this, a guy that had a whole entire world of speculation and scrutiny to deal with considering he was…famous. Him being a guy that I didn’t even really know, a guy that I hadn’t even spoken to since the night he…well, apparently impregnated me. The mere thought of having to speak to him, to tell him this news when we literally didn’t know a lick about each other, made the nerves start to creep up my spine.
I popped my eyes open and tentatively peered down at the little stick of death that was in my hand. Maybe I don’t have to tell him, I innocently thought with a tiny shrug, the idea being swiftly washed away by my own good conscience.
Letting out a loud groan, my upper body tumbled over as I let my head hang down between my parted knees, my arms dramatically slumping to the floor.