Looks like Fire creates the monsters.
I LIKE FIRE
Especially for those who still think Andrew Scott is British. Please feel free to re-blog relentlessly until everyone’s finally got the message.
bless you, bless this post.
Okay, I had a bit of trouble with the left and right but I think I got the up and down. At least I saw the Irishman eventually.
Sei-My-Name’s 100 follower giveway
Hello followers, after the little bit in the tumblr community I’ve come to have been followed by you lovely people. I just thought it would be nice to give back to you guys with a small giveaway as a thanks.
Everything will be new and will be delivered to your home all free of course, and with nice packaging. With me being the asshole that I am, more than likely your prizes may come in multiple boxes, bags, bubble wrap and tape just to make it even more worth while. Now to The tax of brass.
- One winner
They get to pick any two Items, be it two figures, two charm sets, two little rubber straps, two arda gift cards or two kigurumis. You’re also able to mix and match; have a set of magi charms and a Dramatical homo strap, or a arda gift card and sexpot necklace. Just know it’s two items.
-free worldwide shipping
-The Giveaway will run till the January 1, at midnight central standard time. (for the united states) anyone posting after that period will be tossed from the give away.
-winner will be chosen via random number generator
-I may add things to the pot that you may not know about, you’ll just have to deal with it. (possible rwby merch.)
I will provide the winner with links to look at the items listed upon request.
Prizes(as pictured above):
-A $25 arda-wigs gift certificate,
-Dramatical Murder rubber character straps
-Any one of the kigurumi’s listed
-one of the sets of magi charms
-One of the madoka magica nendroids,
-a trade mark Sexpot revenge necklace.(colors that are available)
- Must be following me, I am doing this to thank the ones who have followed me and support me and put up with my awkward ass.
- Reblogs only, They will be the only thing that counts. Also only one reblog per person will count. I would just like to keep it simple and easy as possible.
No giveaway blogs
Do. not. Delete. The . Text.
Must have parental consent or be old enough to provide a legal mailing address.
Must have askbox open and respond within 24 hours of message, otherwise I will just have to pick another winner
Good luck everyone and Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, and a joyous New Year
Nobody hurts my friends, man. I’ll destroy ‘em.
So, I was just thinking about how I hate group projects. Time constraints, trying to find a time that works for everyone just to meet, not getting anything done, even after we do meet, etc. Seriously, group projects keep me up at night even when I actually have the time to sleep.
And the I remembered this time back in 7th grade:
It was in English class, and we had to get in assigned groups of four and make up a skit based on everyday life. The basic idea was to show how even the simplest everyday things we do by habit can be turned into a drama just by tweaking the details a bit. And my teacher did this really dumb thing (he was a pretty good teacher otherwise) where he assigned me (pretty much the teacher’s pet) to a group with three other kids that were on the verge of failing. And then he just gave me a pat on the back and said ‘Good luck. I know you can do it.’
And I was kinda just like. oh god no.
Can’t say I didn’t try, though. I at least got them to pitch in their ideas about what kind of characters they wanted to be. But they wouldn’t take writing out the plot seriously at all. The class time we were given was starting to run out and we’d written like, 5 lines of the script. And all they were saying was ‘alright we better hurry. come on Rin, write something’. So, with 10 of the 15 minutes that were left, I did what I do best. I BSed the whole thing. I wrote a completely cliche and really dumb plot with our characters, and then showed it to them, expecting them to at least not want to act out such a stupid scene and hoping it would motivate them if only just a little. But all I got was ‘sure’ ’ yeah why not’ ‘ok whatever you say’. And I got furious. At them, and at the teacher that had expected me to pull this off. I didn’t want to act in front of the class at all. Much less this idiotic bs. And I didn’t even want them to get a moderately good grade from this when I’d done practically everything.
But of course, it’s not like I showed it. I just followed the instructions, and gave the script to one of the group members to make copies of. What I pretended to forget about, though, was that the teacher had told us to have at least two people take it home to copy so that there was less of a chance of it getting lost or forgotten. And knowing how that kid was with his usual assignments, I already knew I’d never see that script again. Good riddance.
And sure enough, when it was our group’s turn to present, I asked the kid for the scripts and he adamantly denied having received the original. Our group got yelled at, and the teacher gave me this look of disappointment that I couldn’t care less for. But I just hung my head, looking upset and not answering his question as to why I hadn’t made the copies myself.
That all came to a pass eventually, and it was the end of class. As everyone was leaving, the teacher called me over to his desk and told me that he’s expected more from me and that he couldn’t give me any points for the project.
And well, it wasn’t as if I had planned to cry, but I did. It wasn’t bawling or anything, just silent tears as I nodded to show that I understood. It upset me a whole lot, but I understood that it couldn’t be helped. But I feel like he’d though that I would argue with him about that or something.
Either way, though, if he was surprised by me crying, he didn’t show it. He was a pretty stoic character, known for being pretty level headed even when he was angry. But he did ask if I was okay and patted my back when I nodded.
Anyways, it’s what he said afterwards that’s important: “Tell you what. You have a homework pass, right? (we got homework passes for reading books and writing journal entries on them. I never used any of mine, though) I’ll offer this to the other group members too, but I’ll tell you now. How about you use a homework pass and I’ll just put an ‘E’ for ‘Excused’ in your grade for now. And if you give me a script on my desk by tomorrow, I’ll give you full points for this project.”
Long story short (well, as short as it can be by now), I basically typed up a somewhat revised version of the bs skit I had written and turned it in and got full points. Later, I heard that the rest of my group had failed the class and were taking a summer course. I felt bad for them, but nothing even remotely close to regret.
tl;dr I realized how evil I was/am and it’s too bad something like this probably wouldn’t work in a college course.
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL