When I was in 2nd grade, there was this 5th grade boy (who was also my brother’s best friend) who I had the biggest crush on.
One day when we were at the bus stop, he threw a snowball at me. I wanted to be cute and throw one back at him, but the bus showed up before I could throw it at him.
I made the most genius decision to hide it behind my hands and throw it at him when he walked onto the bus.
I chucked a snowball at him.
Unbeknownst to me, the snowball had an enormous chunk of ice in the middle of it.
He went to the nurse and I went to the Principal’s office for the first time in my life.
I was so pitiful that my Principal let me go without any punishments.
Long story short: I CAN’T FLIRT.
The Battle Frontier is a terrifying place
Imagine Sherlock and John looking for someone to have a three way with. Imagine Moriarty cornering them and about to kill them and Sherlock looks at John while grinning and nodding his head. John starts vigorously shaking his head NO
"…Is that Benedict Cumberbatch?"
"Yeah! And he’s only 38 years old!"
Happy 38th Birthday to everyone’s favorite adorable man-child!
When I was in 7th Grade, I almost set an Elementary School on fire while trying to microwave a cookie.
I was working at the concessions stand during a basketball tournament (my team was required to work because the tournament was being hosted in my School district), and, because I was hungry, I decided to use the microwave to heat up my cookie. My teeth were very sore due to me getting dental braces that week, so I decided to microwave it for a minute so it could be really soft.
It set on fire.
The smoke alarm went off throughout the school.
The sprinkler system went off.
Basketball games that were going on at the time were cancelled.
Everyone had to evacuate the school and wait for the Police and Fire Department to show up.
I JUST WANTED A COOKIE.
I am a piece of trash artist with no self-control whatsoever.
I must draw on everything.
I just wanted a refill on my Sprite.
That’s all I wanted.
and I would have done anything for it
I am doomed to a fate where everything I draw seriously becomes cutesy.
"You’re so innocent!"
You’d think so, wouldn’t you…