#his name is Bonjo

[jupiterisnotaleo]

This is my dog he’s so silly 🥺

#daschund #his name is Bonjo #like #bon jovi #💀💀💀

[blogfullofemos]

That's NOT Music

*Ok so this is just a little headcannon event I believe would happen between Eddie and reader* Rated E for everyone.

Okay so hear me out... You and Eddie become the best of friends because "Your art is like SSSOOO out there and its scary you don't even dooo drugs man... Like not even a lick off a Mary-Wanna leaf." as Eddie so educatedly states. But when it comes to music.... Oh when it comes to music.

See Eddie is into Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, ANYTHING THAT CONSISTS OF BANSHEE WAILS FROM A GUITAR'S MOUTH!! But you.... YOU were into 'glam-rock'.

"A putrid stain resting on a dragon's shithole that when it farts. It sounds like Steven Tyler's iconic wail." as Eddie once again, states.

"Have you even listened to it? Like sit and fully give it a chance?" you push at him. Eddie stares at you with a dimpled smile but the light in his eyes, dim. Yeah he checked out before you even started. "EDDIE!!" you yell at him, highly annoyed by his blatant stubbornness.

"Aerosmith is sooo not-."

"Okay but have you heard of Bon Jovi?" you cut him off before he went on another 'fuck glam-rock' tangent. Eddie leans back and places his fingers on his chin, his music rolodex spinning as he scrambles for some semblance of a.... Bonjo? Banjo?

~~~

"THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL MUSIC?!!" Eddie yells, as he rips the earbud out of his left ear. Making the other pop out of your right ear, landing hard onto the kitchen counter and next to your CD player. "EDS!!" you exclaim, swatting his shoulder even harder.

"OUCHIE!!! Never would've guessed you were heavy-handed." he says rubbing the area you hit and leaning away from you. You check the earbuds, as they are sooo easy to break, and yup. The right one (the one Eddie had on) is barely audible. "This band is so mediocre. Simple chords, simple song-writing, and-." his voice dies off as you slowly look at him with dagger eyes. His brain quickly rendering his mistake. BUT!! He couldn't control it. It was just sooo. Natural. He bites his index finger as he gives puppy eyes "Whoops." he winces.

~~~

So now, Steve and Eddie go for a night drive in Steve's beat-up convertible. The radio lowly playing whatevers popular to the masses, as they both share a doobie. Eddie listening to Steve deciphering the female mind out loud when a hint of a guitar sound peeks through. "HOLD ON!!" Steve yells, turning the volume up so the guitar riff plays stronger.

Eddie knew, from the beating you gave him afterwords, that this was Bon Jovi. Steve taps onto the steering wheel "ITS ALL THE SAME, ONLY THE NAMES WILL CHANGE!!" Steve sings along as Eddie whips his head to the betrayal he was hearing.

"EVERYDAY IT SEEMS WE'R-!!" Steve continues giving little looks and egging Eddie to sing along.

"No.. No FUCKING way man."

"WHERE THE FACES ARE SO COLD!!"

"NO STEVE!! THIS IS HOW THEY GET YOU, THEY TRY WITH THESE-!!"

"COME ON HELLFIRE I NEED A BACK UP!! I'M A COWBOY!!"

Eddie bites his bottom lip because FUCK!! Not like this... Please to the Iron Maiden artwork Gods.. Not... Like... "DEAD OR ALIVEEE!!" they both belt.

"FUCK YEAH MAN!!" Steve exclaims, stepping on the gas pedal as Eddie hides his face in utter shame.

Look at what you've done. Now he's definitely going to force you to listen to Metallica.

#stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie x self insert #steddie headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #rocker eddie munson #you can't tell me otherwise #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader

[zcorners120]

perfume

haven't charles in a while so here we are <3

charles leclerc x fem!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; you got a new perfume, and someone seems to be a fan.

warnings; brief mention of sex

Looking curiously through the many isles, beautiful glass ornaments sealed behind the glass, trapped. You had just ran out of your favourite perfume, and decided to switch it up a bit.

The intricate bottles and their luxurious names appealed to you, but still deciding to wander around. You were no expert with perfumes, but like something vanilla-y, warm and alive. Looking around a bit, you make eye contact with a sales assistant who warms up at the sight of you, hurrying over.

"Hiya! Anything I can help you with today?" She spoke softly, crossing her hands over her black uniform.

"Yep! I was looking for a new scent, something electric, vanilla-y." Explaining to the associate, her eyes light up as she mentally finds a perfect perfume for you. "Preferably in a bigger bottle." You added.

When finding a new scent you loved, you made sure to get a big bottle; associating the scent to the time of your life that you wore it in.

"I have here, 'Valentino Born In Roma Donna.' It's got vanilla tones, very seductive and strong but not in an over powering way.” She explains, as you nod your head.

“That’s perfect, thank you for your help.” You smiled, watching her package the bottle into a gift bag with a little bow.

You walk out swinging your multiple shopping bags around, ready to get some lunch with a friend.

After a hearty lunch, you finally made it through the doors of your apartment.

“Charles? You home?” Calling out his name, to hear nothing but a blaring silence.

You shrugged, clanking your keys down onto the counter and placing the bags down.

After having some light dinner, you walk up the wooden stairs to get ready for bed; being met with Charles who was passed out under the thick blankets and duvets.

“Amour?” You whispered, poking him around, watching him fidget.

Rolling your eyes, you started to get ready as you were attending a club appearance with friends. Some light makeup here and there, and a stunning black sparkly dress.

You finished up, satisfied as you smiled in the mirror. With a quick hair toss and a spritz of your new perfume you were ready to head out; with Charles still passed out.

Walking up to him quietly you landed a light kiss on his forehead, accidentally waking him up in the process.

“Bonjo- Cherié you smell amazing..” A half murmured confession escaping his soft lips, eyes peeling open.

“Grazi. I have to go, but please sleep.” You said, about to walk away just before he catches your hand.

“Who cares about some club appearance? Come stay with me and we can have fun alone.” He winks, kissing up your hand.

“No, I have to go!” You laughed, watching his attempts fail miserably.

“God- What is that perfume?” He threw his head back, absorbed in the scent as he started laughing.

#formula 1 #f1 fandom #fanfic #charles leclerc #ferrari f1 #imagines #ferrari #imagine #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc headcanon #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagine #cl16 #charles leclerc edit #f1 #f1 x reader

[dustedmagazine]

African Head Charge — A Trip To Bolatanga (On U Sound)

A Trip To Bolgatanga by African Head Charge

The name of African Head Charge’s first album, My Life in a Hole in the Ground, was both a poke at David Byrne and Brian Eno’s My Life in the Bush of Ghosts, and an acknowledgement of their relative circumstances. The two endeavors actually had this much in common; both were investigating combinations of spiritually charged, sampled sounds and newly recorded grooves nourished by the African diaspora. However, 42 years later, only one is a going concern. A Trip to Bolatanga is the first new work in 12 years by chanter and hand drummer Bonjo Iyabinghi Noah, producer Adrian Sherwood and a host of newer and older associates.

The album’s title references a town in Ghana, which has been the Jamaican-born Noah’s base country since the mid-1990s, which gotten some attention for another musical phenomenon. In 2016, Sahel Sounds and Makkum Records collaborated on the release of an album called This Is Kologo Power! Kologo is a variant of West African music named after the two-stringed lute that is used to play it, and one of that compilation’s standout artists, King Ayisoba, guests on A Trip To Bolatanga. In fact, his insistently plucked strings and gravely cackle kick the record off with a bit of English-language advice: “A bad attitude is like a flat tire. You can’t go anywhere until you change it.” Near the record’s end, he dispenses more advice. “Never regret a day in your life. Good days give you happiness, bad days give you experience, worst days give you a lesson, and best days give you memories.” It’s fair to say that African Head Charge has cornered the market on African-informed, polyrhythmic self-help jams.

Sherwood and Noah have always been a bit of a juggling act, tossing ancient and contemporary beats into the air and making them spin in time with each other. Some prior attempts have not aged that well, but if you evaluate music in terms of its moment, A Trip to Bolatanga is on strong ground. The combination of nyabinghi hand drumming, booming kick drum, funky guitar, house-ready piano accents and bobbing clarinet on “Accra Electronica” sounding simultaneously of this time and timeless, and there’s no denying the beats’ substantial bang, which both demands and rewards volume deals.

Bill Meyer

#african head charge #a trip to bolatanga #On U Sound #bill meyer #albumreview #dusted magazine #adrian sherwood #Bonjo Iyabinghi Noah #King Ayisoba #dub

[alunclewe]

So the Day 39 prompt for @local-friendly-wizards‘s A Year of Art challenge was “makeup”, and, well, who wears more makeup than a clown?

But after deciding to draw a clown, I figured I wouldn’t draw just any clown.  I had a clown character I hadn’t drawn in many years: Bonjo the Clown, one of the main villains in a graphic adventure game I still hope to create someday, though it’s not likely to be any time soon.  I tried to find the concept sketches of Bonjo I drew years ago, but couldn’t locate them, but honestly they were drawn long enough ago I probably wouldn’t have wanted to follow them anyway.  Still, this is definitely not a finalized design, especially since I once again waited till very late to start the drawing and had to rush to get it posted by midnight.  (Dagnabbit.)

(Ah, heck, I may have to change his name; turns out there’s already a Bonjo the Clown.  I think I searched for the name when I first came up with the character and nothing came up, but that was many years ago.  Oh well.  I’ll come up with a different name.)

(And yeah, I know the clown as villain is kind of a cliché nowadays, and I don’t usually lean into the whole “evil clown” business, but, well, despite the name Bonjo (or whatever his name ends up being) isn’t exactly a clown.  Or, well, he sort of is, but he’s also sort of an archaeologist who just dresses and acts like a clown.  It’s... kind of a weird game.  Dang it, I really do want to make this game someday, but I have a lot of other projects I want to do too and it’s not particularly high on my priority list.)

#A Year of Art #Year of Art #drawing challenge #drawing #Adobe Illustrator #makeup #clown #Pith and Peg

[forbidding-souda]

Hello, I was wondering if I could get Kiyotaka or Nagito with a gender-neutral S/O who has 4 hamsters? I hope this is alright and thanks!

Nagito Komaeda with a S/O who owns hamsters

this is very amusing bc i don't think i've ever seen a hamster in my life

-mod souda

❥ "Wash your hands real quick." You tell him, cradling one of the crawling fellas in your hands.

❥ He is excited to hold one. He wonders what it feels like. Can he feel each of their little toes? Will they try to crawl up his sleeve?

❥ Your cute little animals have stolen his heart already.

❥ Cage cleaning is time consuming for you, so you've already forced him to help you with it. That's as much contact with the little ones he's gotten.

❥ He holds out his hands in front of you, and almost immediately does the hamster crawl into his palms. You move your hands under his, forming them into a cup.

❥ "There," you smile, "you're in love now."

❥ What he didn't know about living with someone owning hamsters is how much noise it makes. You wake up early to check on the wheels to make sure they turn, along with checking on their other toys.

❥ It wakes him up. Almost every morning.

❥ Seeing Gundham every day after waking up to the little furries fellas gives him a new appreciation for the dark god.

❥ He does talk to Gundham a lot more than he usually would. To be fair, the dark god can probably smell the lingering scent of hamsters on him.

❥ "What do you mean you share a room with hamsters and they aren't named blood eagle the fiendish creature of anguish iii?"

❥ (i hope you named your hamsters something like bonjo because that would be very funny to tell him about).

❥ Komaeda has also started sharing more videos of your pets online. He'll record them just walking around their cages. It's very amusing to him.

❥ I'm gonna be honest, if they look similar then he probably won't be able to tell the difference between them. Which is fine because he loves them all equally.

#nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #danganronpa #nagito komaeda hc #danganronpa imagines

[babsizockt]

Week 8: And noooow.... it's time for love... or was it change? (Part 2)

Auch die nächsten Tage kümmerte sich Nina um ihre Leistungen im Job. Sie fand sogar einen eigenen Stern, den sie stolz Nina 01 nannte. Hey! Der erste Stern, welche von einem Bewohner Snowycords entdeckt wurde.

For the next few days, Nina also took care of her performance on the job. She even found her own star, which she proudly named Nina 01. Hey! The first star, which was discovered by a resident of Snowycord.

Tim kam auch weiterhin täglich zu Besuch und auch wenn er nicht da war, war er zumindestens in Elenas Zimmer präsent. Die Beziehung schien immer ernster zu werden und Elena hatte für die anderen kaum noch Zeit.

Tim continued to visit every day and even when he wasn't there, he was at least present in Elena's room. The relationship seemed to become more and more serious and Elena hardly had time for the others.

Die anderen gönnten Elena ihr Glück allerdings und unternahmen untereinander viel. Kata und Milly dekorierten den Garten mir einem sehr ordentlich gebauten Schneemann. Aber jeder ging auch den eigenen Hobbies nach. Kata liebte es zum Beispiel mitten in der Nacht im Wohnzimmer Schlagzeug zu üben.

However, the others begrudged Elena her happiness and did a lot among themselves. Kata and Milly decorated the garden with a very neatly built snowman. But everyone also pursued their own hobbies. Kata, for example, loved to practice drums in the living room in the middle of the night.

Außerdem kümmerte sie sich intensiv um das Gewächshaus, welches immer voller und voller wurde.

She also took great care of the greenhouse, which was getting fuller and fuller.

An einem Abend wurde Elena zu einer Party eingeladen - von Tim. Natürlich... Schnell wurde klar, dass dies entweder nur ein Vorwand war, sie zu sich einzuladen, oder die mieseste Party aller Zeiten. Es waren nur 3 Gäste neben Elena eingeladen, einer davon war ein Zombie, alle Gäste waren müde und Tim und Elena... naja... seht selbst. Schien aber niemanden gestört zu haben...

One evening Elena was invited to a party - by Tim. Of course... It quickly became clear that this was either just an excuse to invite her to his place, or the worst party ever. There were only 3 guests invited besides Elena, one of them was a zombie, all guests were tired and Tim and Elena... well... see for yourself. But nobody seemed to be bothered...

Und zu Hause? Zu Hause passierte etwas total Tolles. Munela gebar zwei gesunde Welpen. Bonjo und xxx. Die beiden mischten den Haushalt, der nun übrigens auch George, Katas Freund beinhaltet, ordentlich auf.

And at home? Something totally great happened at home. Munela gave birth to two healthy puppies. Bonjo and xxx. The two mixed up the household, which by the way now also includes George, Kata's boyfriend, properly.

Und wie die Woche zu Ende geht, ob Elena bei der WG bleibt oder zu Tim zieht, das seht ihr dann morgen!

And how the week ends, whether Elena stays with the WG or moves in with Tim, you'll see tomorrow!

#snowycord #sims 3 #familie2 #elena #kata #nina #milly #sims3 #sims 3 gameplay #sims 3 story #story time #ts3 #sims 3 screenshots #ts3 simblr #sims 3 simblr #sims 3 current household #caro #steffi

[elsapheonix]

Wolffe with a halo

“Hey Wolffe, look there's a letter here” Gregor called

“Alright” I called

“It’s for you can I read it?” Gregor asked

“For me? Uhh no I’ll be there in just a second” I said and I left the Bedroom and went the table where Gregor was. He handed me the Letter. My breath caught when I saw the handwriting on the envelope

Return Address:

Wild space Coordinates

G-9 76937-O-930

Commander Wolffe Koon

Seelos

AT-AT Imperial Walker

“Oh my….” I said trailing off and then I tore into the letter before my fear caused me to throw it away.

My Beloved Wolffe Koon,

Kah-ta-yar Wolffe, how are you after all these years? These year go by slow without you here by my side, it’s been so long. I still love you more than anything else. Especially more than my own life. I even discarded rules for you. The Jedi Code was probably the biggest one, but I didn't care and i still don't. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you, not a day goes by without me missing you, my Angel. It’s so hard being away from you day in and day out. It’s hard to do anything without you. You were, still are, and will always be my everything, my life, my world, my angel and my reason for living, for fighting, for existing. I believe it’s the will of the force that we meet and that I fell in love with you. Too me you are an Angel from the force. I could go on but then I’d need an entire notebook and it’s not easy to put a notebook in a envelope. You would know.

Do you ever think of the good times, Angel? About the Clone wars? I know I do. Almost everyday. The wolfpack was my family, My clan, My Aliit. Although they are not really my Brothers It sometimes felt as they were. Aliit ori'shya tal'din, Family is more than blood. I loved each and everyone of them, no man was just a clone. Losing then was the worst part of Order 66.

I miss everything of the clone wars, i guess when you grow up in a war zone you come too miss it when life changes. I miss taking down clankers, pranking shinnies with boost, leading assaults, hanging out with boost and sinker, destroying astromechs, fighting the sith, disobeying direct orders, Pissing off Rex, being able to use my lightsabers, spending countless hours with you doing ship duties, us breaking rules just so Master Plo would put us on deck duty while they all went down to battle, our countless arguments, even the ones over stupid things, scaring you with my piloting, you spending the night with me when I had the bad dreams, goofing off while doing paper work with you and the time we spent in the med after one of us had gotten hurt. I miss you're singing, and the silly little pet names you had for me. Most of all I miss Master Plo and you. I miss you more than him, Angel.

I had thought I had lost you forever after the purge, I wish I had not left you Angel, it has bothered me for longer than i can remember. I was a fool when I thought we were better a part, when in reality we are always better together. I had an harder time hiding from the empire on my own, I actually have been captured and escaped many times each time changing my name. I now go by Elisa Koon and have not been captured since Ahsoka and I started the rebels. I’ve made many reckless and stupid decisions. Some of them i’m sure would had been prevented had you been with me or had I stayed with you. I was a coward for leaving you and running like i did. I was afraid. I didn't even thank you for saving my life, Didn't even say goodbye. I abandoned you and I’m so so sorry.

I would like to see you again even if you don't look the same as you did before. It’s been so long and Rex says I need to stop pushing people away, I haven’t let anyone get close to me. He’s right I need to stop pushing people away and locking them out, Especially my Angelic Riduur. Speaking of Rex he couldn't figure out who I was and I eventually had to tell him who I was then he told me that you and gregor were camping out in an Imperial Walker on Seelos hunting Juppa's. That doesn't seem like a good way to spend the rest of your days.

Personally I think you’d be better off here with me Angel. I know you don't want too join our fight against the empire and you don't have to if you don't want too. I would never make you do anything. If you were to come I will protect you, I won't let anyone hurt you, never again. You remember that promise I made too you after Kholum right? Well, I’ll still stand too it. No one is ever going to hurt you again on my watch, not if I can help it, Angel.

I don't use my Lightsabers much anymore unless I have too, but I do keep them on me at all times, hidden of course. I mentioned I had to use a different name right? Elisa Koon, I have it as the shortened version of my real name Elizabeth Koon, Force how I hate that name. I’ve lost count of how many I have had. All have been shortened versions of my real one. I’ve used a different last name every time. I’ve been El Vizsla, Eliz Diana, Lily Uma, Lisa Tiana, Lisbeth Bonjo, Ela Vila, Izzy Tuttle, Libby Gulo, Beth Di Angelo, Bess Lupus, Bette Kyzie, Bessie Humble, and once I even used my full name Elizabeth Phoenix. Now I am Elisa Koon.

I decided it was time that I went back to my married name. I have even started to wear the diamond band you gave me again. If you do come I would like to redo our vows or even do a public wedding since the one we had was private. I’m sure you’d like that to.

We have found many of our Vods, Angel. Several of them, like yourself, don't want too fight so we provide them shelter and protection, I’m over that part of the rebellion. Some of them fight only as a last resort if we are really in a pickle, actually that's how all of them are. They like to help with planning and spare small jobs we have that need to be done, Comet, Sinker and Boost are some of the ones that are around.

The rebellion is lead by Ahsoka Tano, Separatist leader Commander Sato, Hera Syndulla and myself. We have been helping many systems who are in need because of the empire. Oh yeah, Senator bail Organa and princess Leia Organa secretly lead us in our fight while pretending to support the empire. I’ve edited my Armor, added extensions to it and made it bigger so it would fit me, I also changed it’s color from purple to grey. It’s markings match the ones on you're clone armor.

If you and Gregor do come I’ll find a cure for your fast aging. We’ve found cures for the ones that are here, aside from Rex, but it’s different for every clone, we have a serem but it has to be altered for every clone, we are currently altering it for Rex and I’m sure we could alter the serum for gregor. Not so sure about yourself since at one point you were a Werewolf. We may have to unblock the werewolf part of your blood, which would make you a wolf again.

I know you might not be too keen too that Idea but I highly doubt the serum could be altered for you seeing as you have wolfblood in you still. It wasn't actually removed like you thought I just used the force to contain it and make it inactive. We will try to do the serum but if we can't i’m going to free the wolf-blood. I don’t want you to die on me anytime soon. I don’t think I could live without you my beautiful Angel. It’s not fair that we are the same age yet you're near the end of your life.

It’s boring here, some of these guys have less personality than some of than some of the shinnes fresh off of Kamino did. And that’s saying something.

After battles were always fun with you and the wolfpack. Especially if Rex and the 501st were involved. Those boys were always having a party. I remember Rex’s favorite phrase at those times “It’s always a party in the 501st”

Master Skywalker is not Darth Vader like we thought he was. So the mystery of who Darth Vader is, is still open. Master Skywalker is currently being held at an imperial complex. Highest security one. I think the emperor is keeping him alive too use his force signature too give to whomever darth vader is too make it seem as if master Skywalker is Darth Vader.

I know for a fact he’s not I came across files, imperial files of where he is being kept and his cell number. That's not information I can put in this letter. I have a few guesses at who Vader is.

I think he is Master Jrul, Master Pong Krell, or Master Quinlan Vos. Though he could be another fallen Jedi I think these three are the most likely. This would be a conversation best for comms or better yet being face to face.

I really wish you were here with me Angel, I need someone who understands me. I need you more than I ever thought my Angel.

If you decide to come you can write and I’ll come pick you up or you can just call Rex, I’m not in the command center often so the chances of them getting a comm message to me is slim.

Hope too see you again Angel,

Love,

Elsa Phoenix-Koon

“I...She….” I stumbled over the words I wanted to say. Gregor took the letter from my hands, I was in complete shock and could feel my eyes starting to water. “She still loves me” I finally choke out

“Of course she does Wolffe, she’s your wife, she’ll love you no matter what” Gregor says

“She’d be safer finding someone else” I say

“You don’t really belive that do you?” Gregor says

“I miss her, but I don’t want to risk hurting her” I say

“I doubt you could ever hurt her, she’s a strong kid” Gregor says, “We should go, sounds too me that she really wants you there”

“But…”

“No buts” Gregor says “I’m comning Rex”

“Wonderful” I say when Gregor leaves the room.

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

16, 17, and 8 :o)

8. top 5 colors

Yellow

Purple

Brown

Hot Pink/Magenta

Iridescence/Rainbow (not a real color I know)

16. favorite movie

As with music, there are soso many favorites to choose so it's really to pick one out of the bunch!

One childhood I just revisited yesterday was Fun and Fancy Free (aka the one with Mickey and the Beanstalk), mainly I love the the Bonjo bit and the Party Bit (the one with the ventriloquist, his puppets and a little girl are all having a party telling the Mickey and the Beanstalk story), the humor of the Party bits ngl is pants-pissing tier hilarious (yes I'm a weirdo who loves dry, smart-allecky, wise-crack humor from the 1940s lol)!

Plus the animation is just, *chef's kiss* godtier!

17. a fact about my life

WARNING: DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU CANT STOMACH CONTENT LIKE CHILDHOOD TRUAMA, TEACHER TO STUDENT ABUSE AND OVERALL SHITTY SCHOOL SYSTEMS)!!!

Apologies in advance, but I'm taking this as the opportunity to finally recall one of my all time WORST school related childhood memories I have to this day (and a cautionary tale to those who think school/teacher related trauma NOT is a "cute/funny" thing for a child to through, it's horrifying and can fuck you up for the rest of your life)

Let's begin from the start shall we?

I was 12 years old and in my first year of middle school in a K-12 school a half hour or so outside the small dot of a village (?) town we lived in at this time

This school was hands down one of the worst ones I ever went to and constantly made myself throw up in the school bathroom just to get away from the terrible peers and,,,,,,, teachers that I never fully trusted so they didn't seem to like me due to that (luckily I moved to a school in my hometown I currently live in now a little while after the incident I'm discussing)

One of these teachers was a old stocky build man around his 60s, with white balding hair. I forgot his name ever since this incident, but all you need to know about him is that he was the math teacher, he used to hand us all deer jerky he would make himself (it was rlly good), and was a Republican and a fan of Bill O Riley (yes he did tell me this with his own mouth, yuck)

Well, anyhow, one day I was just doing my usual thing of falling asleep in the classroom since math was so boring, it was the first class of the morning and math was my worst subject in school (sidenote, I used to also get sleep paralysis in this classroom almost everytime I feel asleep in that classroom, like I could NOT open my eyes and it would HURT to try to even move to wake up fully so fun! It did stop after I stopped going to that school)

So after getting into poo-poo for the millionth time by the teacher for "sleeping in class", he did something he never really did with me before this:

He made me stay in the classroom with him

The catch is though, there's a boy that's at the other side of the classroom at his desk with his stuff on top of it, we were the only ones there besides the teacher

This kid was being a smart aleck, and frankly a little shit lol, with that teacher all the class and so because of that, he made that kid stay in there along me myself (please note I have NO CLUE why I'm still here)

The teacher is just doing the whole lecture the naughty kid thing, but he was slowly but surely getting pissed and irate with this boy, since he's still being a smartass

Before I knew it, before my very eyes, this teacher's face turned beet red, he screamed at this kid at the top of his lungs, both his hands gripping either side of the kid's desk, right into this little boy's face

If that wasn't the topper to it all, it was the part where he just grabbed all the stuff the kid had on his desk and

FUCKING

THREW IT

ALL

ACROSS

THE ROOM!!!

Yeah, let's just say that kid was BAWLING and I just

Slowly and quietly walked out of the room and BOOKED IT as fast as I could to my next class, crying with tears on my face myself, I really tried hiding it too

I remember a school counselor walking past me and noticing my crying and she pulled me aside so I could tell her what was wrong

I don't remember everything that was said (all I remember is being very hesitant to say since it was a teacher being fucked up and I thought she wouldn't believe me cuz of that),

but I remember shortly after that, I wasn't in that class anymore and a little after that, I moved school and never looked back!

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If you read all that and still think that this should be a "cute and funny memory I should laugh off"

Fuck you.

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But yeah I am soso very for this long ass story and reply, I just never had to opportunity to tell any of them until now, so I humbly thank you for that!

Have an amazing day friend!!

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