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Original Home: @a-horde-of-mews
Current Location: Hoping between universes
Status: Awake
Personality: Friendly and willing to help but tries not to interfere in other's stories
Original Home: @a-horde-of-mews
Current Location: Unknown
Status: Unknown
Personality: Far more shy and takes awhile to build up courage to talk to others. Tries not to step into drama but is willing to interfere in other's stories if asked.
context (via @mellorocket)
doubly funny that I saw a compilation of all the corporate accounts like "aw thanks elmo, we're doing well" meanwhile all the flesh and blood real human people are extremely not okay
Okay but Elmo had actually the best and sweetest response to all this trauma dumping:
And then all the other Sesame Street character accounts joined in:
And now I’m thinking maybe we’re gonna be okay… 💗
(Comment compilation from this Twitter)
I kinda feel for the poor person running Elmo's Twitter.
"So, boss... I may have messed up."
"What did you do, Ray?"
"Well, I made a post for Elmo saying 'Hi, how's everybody doing?'"
"I mean, that's kind of what we pay you for."
"Yeah, but.... <sigh> it turns out pretty much everyone is hanging on by a thread, badly enough that they needed to tell Elmo."
"Oh."
"God help me, boss, I think Elmo needs to be there for them."
"Get the others."
this is the energy that jim henson would be proud of.
and important addition
Always reblog this. Elmo and his friends will be there in your times of trial and doubt, to help you through your torment
oh, now there's two of them :V
all 21 will be posted there every friday!
this video has been on my mind for days 😭
I'm amused at the ones which finally took him out
Taking up Japanese as a side project for myself has reminded me of something.
So like a long time ago I had a professor that I absolutely adored. She happened to be Japanese American. She grew up speaking Japanese at home but never really spent a lot of time in Japan. She mostly spoke with other Japanese Americans and read books.
So one day early in her teaching career there’s an exchange student from Japan who’s having a hard time understanding a concept so she explained it to him in Japanese and then he looked absolutely rattled. Like in shock. Pale.
This is how she learned that the way she speaks Japanese makes her sound like a gang member.
Japanese doesn’t exactly have cuss words in the same way as English does but imagine that the nicest professor you’ve ever had pulls your paper over and says “Okay listen here you little piece of shit I’m gonna fucking explain this to you. Violently.”
I think the problem with American kids, is that a good chunk of kids would love that kind of professor. But. I do get what you are saying. The first time would be a huge shock.
“Bruuuuuce,” Dick whined, smacking a howling Robin again. “I’m an adult. I can make my own cosmetic decisions.”
“Your decisions are bad,” Bruce said bluntly. “Keep the eyeliner, ditch the hair.”
“...my mask is on. How’d you know I was wearing eyeliner?”
“I’m the world’s greatest fucking detective.”
Jason dropped to the floor, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Dick pouted, shooting a glare down and taking a step back. “How about you insult him?”
“I’m not insulting anyone. I adore you and despise your trashy fashion sense. Jason is a delight and he always looks fine.”
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“Edward Nygma is the best damn Rogue I’ve got and I don’t care who knows it. His sense of style-- the commitment, the panache.” His expression went mournful and he slumped back into his chair. “Why couldn’t you be more like Edward, son?”
“Bruce, he’s a supervillain!” Dick’s voice edged upwards and Jason, who had just about gotten his laughter under control broke down again.
“He’s brilliant and misunderstood and all he wants is attention.” Bruce countered. “He hardly ever hurts anyone. Sure, he gets over excited, but my G-d, the mind on that man. One day, he’s going to be rehabilitated and we’re going to be best friends.”
“Best friends?” Jason’s voice was edging towards hysterical, a full octave higher than normal.
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“He’s the worst clown!” Bruce snapped, throwing his arms up. “He’s not even good at crime! All he knows is smash ‘em up jobs and grinning at people until they back down. Even his whole ‘half the crimes are silly, half are deadly’ shtick doesn’t pan out, because he is predictable. All you have to do is think ‘if I were an idiot in clownface with all edge and no point, what’s the edgiest, the fucking assholeriest, the most ‘oh I’m so dangerous’ stunt I could do?’ and then go there, because that’s where he is!
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“He’s too good. It’s disgusting. He says ‘golly’ unironically, he ‘opes’ inanimate objects, he drinks powdered coffee, and his ass is flatter than the stupid Kansas grassland he grew up in. How does a man like that have such a terrible ass? He has no right.”
Jason, already giggling, howled at the scandalized look on Dick’s face. “Bruce, you can’t say that!”
“It’s true.” His face flushed darker and he slapped a hand on the arm of his chair.
