Now everyone on Tumblr has access to a tiny gif of Maui dancing back and forth while slapping his pecs. I feel like I’ve created something stupid yet wonderful, so…
what can I say
except
you’re welcome
And thanks to link-sharing on Discord, you can now have an even smaller version of him.
ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ
I’m on mobile, so instead of getting smaller they just get worse and worse quality
Welcome to my new show, Hot Takes from Hell! Today we
The rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Jokes aside. The cell tower on site lost its connection to the rest of the mobile network somehow, as a result we’ve been cut off for the last two days.
Service is slowly coming back, but it still tends to drop every 15 minutes or so.
Artist: Hey, here’s my new OC! Have a detailed visual reference and 2500 words of meticulously plotted backstory!
Artist: *literally never draws them again*
artist: *posts art of OC*
8 of them are likes
the 3 reblogs are self reblogs
If I ever get a single message about any of my OCs I cherish it as if I have been spoken to be angels because it is the only thing that will motivate me to ever draw an OC again
My method of getting kids not to swear at camp was just to appeal to their sense of fairness.
Child: “Fuck!”
Me: “Hey! I’m not allowed to swear in front of you guys. It’s not fair if you swear in front of me, is it?”
Child: “I guess not… sorry…”
Sometimes I’d work with teenagers and facilitate activities like giant swing or zipline, which involve full-body harnesses that get Wildly Uncomfortable in the crotch areas. The younger kids didn’t mind it, but those burdened by more of the wonderful gifts of puberty had some things to complain about.
And complain they would! I think 15 year old boys are contractually obligated to shout “THIS HURTS MY BALLS!” at the top of their lungs every time they’re in a harness. To combat this, I’d warn them about the pain ahead of time and tell them that if they need to come down, I’ll help them down immediately. “However, I don’t get paid enough to listen to teenagers scream about their genitals for an hour. If you have to scream, we’re gonna call them ‘your honor’, okay?”
Teenagers screaming “OH NO! MY HONOR!” while swinging through the canopy? Hilarious.
