“Ahh yes Donald good job….follow me, I brought us some wine to celebrate…..the cellar is just down here….”
honestly this is giving me more a final fist fight to the death vibe, obamas walking towards him at maximum power, he’s unlocked his limiters, they’re both gonna give it everything they’ve got
He’s gonna finally use the chaos emeralds
Obama spent 4 years doing 100 push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and a 10 kilometre run everyday just for this occasion. It won’t last one punch.
So you’re telling me that a badly cut ghost costume caused every adult in Charlie Brown’s neighbourhood to reach into whatever collection of rocks they could find and give him that instead? You may be a good person, Charlie Brown, but no adult around you ever seems to see that.
Three of the four elements are represented in types of hockey; Air hockey (air), field hockey (earth), ice hockey (water). Fire hockey needs to be a thing.
fire hockey 100% does not need to be a thing
Yes. Yes it does.
Fire hockey already exists. Welcome to pelota purépecha, or Mayan Fireball hockey.
…this is the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen.
Long ago the four hockey nations lived in peace…until the Mayan Fireball Hockey nation attacked.
When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now).
I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes.
Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that.
Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is.
I work in a place where loud obnoxiousness runs rampant. Thanks to a few unsavoury characters I don’t even want to take breaks in the designated lunchroom because the noise would be infinitely worse. I’ve been lucky to get the storage room as my private break room but it and my behaviour as an introvert, namely the intense focus on my work and lack on interest in conversation, adds a stigma to my profile. As much as I’d like to insult those people back I know that combatting an element with itself only exacerbates the situation and thus I’m left to take a passive aggressive approach and I feel no better about it. The only solace I have is when I either take my breaks alone in that room free to do whatever I please without fear of judgement, retreat to the washroom to compose myself, or leave after a hard day’s work. I don’t hate my job. I only hate the people whose mouths are in constant abuse
This whole summer I haven’t done anything but stay in my room and chill. I wanna go to the movies by myself my mom like why don’t you bring a friend it’s so annoying. 😑
You shouldn’t let that stop you. Go ahead and see that movie alone but be ready with a little white lie in case your mother asks who you’re going out with.
bloodferret-deactivated20170220 asked:
Problem as introvert: Being called as asshole, because I'm concentrating on work instead of being exhausted by small talk. *sigh* In other words: It's harder to deal with the people "trying to fix you" than work itself.
People frequently confuse introversion with being shy and even use the two words interchangeably. Shyness has more to do with anxiety and discomfort in situations involving social interaction, while introversion has to do with needing some time alone after social interactions to recharge and regain expended energy. Bill Gates is soft-spoken, bookish and introverted, but is he shy? Of course not. He wouldn’t be overly bothered by what you say to or think of him.
2. Introverts hate people
Just because introverts need (and enjoy) time alone more than their extroverted counterparts does not mean that they hate people. On the contrary, introverts love people. They just tend to enjoy social interactions in a different way than extroverts do. Don’t be too pushy or judgmental when at a party—introverts prefer to sit calmly and watch the action from the sidelines. It’s not that they are anti-social or that they don’t want to have fun; it’s just that it’s more fun for them to enjoy the party quietly.
I wish they’d make a Pokemon Go app but so you don’t have to go outside. Like if you could just catch the Pokemon by moving the avatar in the game around.
Ughhhh. I’ll grudgingly accept that this incarnation of Pokemon is popular but don’t insult that which I’ve loved since it’s initial release 20 YEARS AGO and whose popularity maintains to this day on platforms exclusive to Nintendo. You know nothing of Pokemon unless you can tell me the ultra convoluted process of how Golem evolves into Gengar and Gengar into Machamp.
