Ibeatganon4fun

The title says it all. This is a pretty awesome Fluttershy plushie.
And it's being given away. ----> greenteaplushies.deviantart.co…

Okie dokie lokie, iku ze!

- For each of the first 20 people commenting this journal, I will put their avatar and the three deviations I like most from their gallery on the list!
- If you answer, you have to do the same in your journal, putting the tagger on the first place. (Well, nothing's really forcing you. Of course it's your choice of whether you want to participate.) (...But you already knew that! )

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3.: On Teachers
At the end of the day
When the teaching is done
Do you ever wonder
What they do for fun?
The teachers and staff
Is what I truly mean
What do they contrive
When behind the scene?
Do they lurk in the dark
Of the hall ways bare
Like zombies or demons
Do they moan and stare?
Do they fly like witches
Away on their brooms
And cook with cauldrons
In their own home rooms?
Do they feast on the flesh
Of some wayward lad
A bit of fresh meat
To make them glad?
Or do they go off
To their half ruined homes
And lay on the couch
To mumble and groan?
Do they ever complain
Of a kid they don't like
With music a-pounding
And hair in a spike?
Do they go and enjoy
The same things that I do?
Perhaps not as many
But maybe a few.
Do they ever regret
At the start of the fall
That they grunt and endure
All the trouble at all?
Is it quit possible
That perhaps teachers too
Hate coming to school
As much as I do?

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Know what's weird? I normally hate ("really really really really really really really dislike") anything from the grimdark genre, but this time I found something rather clever; and I love the aspect. Don't ask why; I don't know exactly.

The Cult of Laughter (fav.me/d52ip06 fav.me/d55jwqo) is from a fanfiction by called Equestria Divided; and despite the cult's insane and grotesque nature, I have been completely enamored by it for who knows what reason! So much so that I actually feel compelled to join if it were real!
"Didn't see THAT one comin'!"
Me neither AJ.

Furthermore, I've been smiling like a maniac and listening to spastic circus music for the past two hours.

That is all.

1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the questions of the person that tagged you, then create 10 new questions for people you tag.
3. You have to choose 10 people and post their icons.
4. Go to their DA's and tell them they're tagged.
5. You can not re-tag the person who tagged you first.
6. You can not pansy out and just post "whoever reads this is tagged." Put in some effort, dammit.

Curse youuuuu, !

1. Do you believe in the death penalty? Why or why not?
No. Put bluntly, "an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." Also, if a person is killed as retribution for their debt to society, then they are, in effect, being killed by society; I am part of society, and would prefer not to be a killer.

2. What is your biggest regret?
Probably some random stupid thing I did when I was younger. I know; specific, right?

3. What do you think about minorities?
Dey a'ight.

4. What is one thing you would want the boy/girl of your dreams to do for you?
My homework.

5. If you and a stranger were drowning, and you had only once chance, would you save yourself or the stranger?
If I was in a completely calm, rational state of mind while drowning, I would save the stranger. But, since I would be drowning, my panicked mind would instinctively be focused on my survival no matter what.

6. If I were a food, what would I be and how would you eat me?
0.0 I... Really don't know how to answer that!

7. What would you say is your biggest weakness? Strength?
My biggest weakness would probably be the emotion of frustration. I've a grip on every other one, just not frustration...
My biggest strength is my mind. Along with my self confidence and determination; I believe I could accomplish anything.
I lack discipline unfortunately...

8. Why do women shave their armpits and men don't?
Probably because that's the expectation society has set.

9. What is your weight?
Light.

10. Have you ever defecated in your pants?
Maybe; when I was very young perhaps. Not that I can remember though.

My ten questions:

1. Do these chain-tagging things annoy you?
2. Does chain MAIL annoy you?
3. Do chain TEXTS annoy you?
4. Do chain CALLS annoy you? -Wait a minute...
5. What's the most annoying color?
6. Which foods annoy you most?
7. What kinds of people annoy you most?
8. Does shaving annoy you?
9. Does your weight annoy you?
10. Do my questions annoy you?

Tagged:



...Who says I can't? Besides, it's not like they HAVE to do it if they don't want to!

Listen to this while you read: www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUNhoE…

I had an experience today. One that involved a mediocre occurrence that takes place in millions of households throughout the world.

A wasp had invaded the sanctity of my place of residence. This time, it fell to me the burden of disposing of it. Armed with a can of Raid, I shot down the tiny yellow-striped warrior with a single well-aimed spray. It did not anticipate this. In it's mind it was doing no more than wandering along, introverted, unaware of its impending doom. After being coated with the sickening substance, it left the window shutters in a panic and careened down to the keys of my piano.

Most human beings would've turned a blind eye at this point; set off to occupy their time with things more important to them. The job being done, what more is there to see? But me, I set the can down on my desk, and knelt in front of the ivory keys to observe the effects of the act I had committed. The wasp wriggled where it lay, tossing, turning, writhing in pain as its toxic coating penetrated its being. I sat there, watching this spectacle, for over an hour. What a long, slow, painful death this creature endured; and I inflicted.

The violent churning of the wasp's body didn't fill the whole hour. Its movement diminished as its life was removed. It wriggled, flailed, thrashed, and flipped, before being reduced to a twitching mass wedged in the space behind the key it lay on. Many times it attempted to clamor to its feet; flapping its wings in desperate attempt to lift itself from its own crippled squirming. It failed time and again.

The wasp's determination was admirable. Not for one second did it waver in its attempts to rise from its unfortunate predicament. With this determination, though, I sensed much panic and despair. It was helpless, hopeless, crippled and in agony, but this creature did not quit. Even after a total of almost three hours had passed. When I returned, it had managed to wedge itself even further inside the slit behind the key, and it's head was bobbing every which way still in hopes of regaining its former dignity and nobility. Instead, it had buried itself, as if it were digging its own grave. I've yet to see its last breath be snaked from it. I've yet to see the final wisps of its life be taken from it, and its dance to cease.

Needless to say, this creature provoked some thought and emotion from me. I feel little need to go into the details of that here; maybe you can guess. For the cost of it's tiny life, I enriched mine. I would've played it a mournful goodbye on the open keys, but I know not the skill to play said feeling as of now.
Also needless to say, I will not be using the toxins contained within the metal walls of the silo that is my can of Raid alone to end lives of insects again from this point on. Not when it would be more humane to simply crush undesirables with the can itself...