Pokemon. Realistic Pokemon by totoまめ
sometimes i wonder what my teachers’ otps are.
what if teachers shipped their students
ship wars in the staff room
anonymous hate mail in other teachers’ assignment boxes
fanfiction written by english teachers, fanart drawn by art teachers
the real edgy teachers write teacher/student fics and hope the school board doesn’t find out
(the school board knows and eagerly awaits each new chapter)
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
I was in a class where my tutor thought it was completely appropriate to lock me and a guy in the room together. She would sit us next to each other, she gave him my phone number without my permission, when I had to use her desk I found doodles of me and him being all cute together.
What is worse is the whole college was in on it, and they’d join in, trying to put us into situations as if we were in a fanfiction. Although one or two others thought I’d be better with this other guy and do the exact same thing but with him. I found all of this out due to my mother also working there who decided to tell me like a whole year after the course had finished because she was in on it too.
Yeah, I liked him, but it was it was so creepy. Trust me, this isn’t a cute idea.
Yet another example of where something might be acceptable in fiction but not in real life.
whenever people say they dont like cats because they dont happily greet you at the door i give them the stinkiest eye
Nimbus literally waits at the front door for me. He doesn’t do it for anyone else in the family but me and it’s the cutest thing even though I nearly trip over him every time because I have too much shit and he just wants to crawl into my arms and give me kitty kisses.
oh my gosh
His little bouncing meows on the stairs oh my god
Kraken usually greets me at the door, and my parents’ (terrifying) cat invariably runs to the front door when it’s opened and then tries to act all nonchalant like he just happened to be passing by and totally isn’t excitedly checking who it is that just arrived.
I need feminism because “Who hired a stripper” shouldn’t be the first thing said to me when I walk into a welding job.
women in trades are treated like such fucking shit.
NO I’M STILL STUCK ON THIS WHY WOULD ANYONE SAY THIS TO A WOMAN HOLDING A BLOWTORCH
I once watched a little old lady calmly using a reciprocating saw while a customer hovered over her going “You don’t know how to USE that, do you? Seriously? Doesn’t HE do all that?” (referring to a male employee.)
To this day, I wish I’d stepped in and said…something…I don’t know what, I’m rarely clever on the spot, but if she’d taken his leg off and said “Whoops. Guess I don’t,” I would have testified before God that it was an accident and her arm slipped.
Ukrainian nature photographer Vyacheslav Mishchenko shows us that snails are so much more than incredibly slow-moving mollusks who leave slimy trails and sometimes end up on people’s dinner plates. By looking at his photos we learn that snails appear to be curious, playful and even affectionate.
Shot in the woodland area near his home town in Berdichev, located in the Zhytomyr Oblast of northern Ukraine, Mishchenko’s beautiful photos are apparently unstaged. Instead he relies on an extraordinarily keen eye for spotting wildlife:
'As a child, my father taught me to hunt mushrooms near my home and we would always come across all manner of bugs and creatures,' he said. 'As I got older and my interest in photography grew, I decided I wanted to catch these magical scenes on camera.'
More snail photography!
MY SYLVEON LOVES ME.
I may have reblogged this before, but I don’t think that I can justify not doing it again.