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#i really wish we could just say puns irl just like talking about sweaters and someone gets mad whoah dont get a knit in your stitch darling
corvidii · 3 years
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i feel very sad and noodley after finishing all of tid
#it is so early 2010s#but i just ska *pulls out saxaphone* idk i got that from watcher puppet history but pretty much im sad and das not fun#and das also not good because i have two math assignments due in one two days and a form to fill out#its where i sign up for another 'hoighrr leavel oaf edaucaation' thing because my previous one was shut down#and it has a bunch of questions like 'why would teachers b glad ur in their class???' i dont bother them and get most of my work done ontime#wow ill just do it here then lol im so bored though nd tired bht just in the way that i dont love quarantine its getting annoying now#i would really like to just be a specter for life ghost time sounds fun i was raised on youtube videos and das not healthy#haha im bored still and prob should stretch im still not fully over my box even after one ish months on pointe yikes#vut im very sad fine fellows a brummagen sort of sad idk dictionary. com gives terrible words of rhe days#pun time pun time to distract from the hole of sadness id hate to hamper you but could you point me to the nearest laundromat? haha funne?#or i got another better one: did you hear about the haunted house? they say its the gHoul est place around :)#my greatest enemy is a skeleton. ive still got a bone to pick withem >:(#i really wish we could just say puns irl just like talking about sweaters and someone gets mad whoah dont get a knit in your stitch darling#im really channeling my inner western cowboy today because I heard abt this nevada town that basically acted out those cowboy cool scenes#every time travelers came around#anyways wild west woot its so romanticized but really its just ...west#ok i have responsibilities i dont want now so instead of frolicking in a medow with my dog (<3)#i am going to do some boring math and kiss my school faculties a88 :) UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
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Unpheasant and Hawkward
Ok, okokokokok; I was working on one of my fanfics in class because I had nothing to do; I was done with everything in that class so I take the time to like you know, write a bit because I was in the mood for and I had started a collaboration fic with my sister. So here I am working on my and my sister's fic, compiling birds puns onto a doc and writing the actual story. And my teacher comes over, she does rounds around the classroom to make sure we aren't looking at inappropriate things like, I don't know, Tetris.
And she asks, "(my irl name), what are you working on?".
Here's the thing, I'm usually very open with the fact that I write fan-works and original stories, ect; if I like something or have a feeling about it, I'm going to express it with written words and I share those words when Im in a comfortable place or with a person Im comfortable with to share them in real life.
This teacher is not one of those people, neither is her classroom - full of people I don't know - is the place.
She's a great teacher but I'm not going to tell her the details of my hobby, writing, otherwise known as staring off into space for 5 hours while the document blinks empty.
So I say, "I'm working an a project with my sister.". Hoping that will get me out of answer any more questions of what exactly I'm doing.
Like a fool.
The teacher of course asks, "Oh what's it about?", now I can't tell anything about what Im actually doing here because I was writing a fanfic and 1) I don't the people and their opinions on that (usually I don't care but this is an entire class with a right-leaning teacher) 2) Im socially awkward - someone please send help. I just usually live in my brain where the writing thoughts are here, work/school mind here, burn-outs that are happening more and more often because I need to learn how to take proper care of myself once in my life - in the trash, and everything else scattered in random places and can be found on the floor. You could probably accidentally step on my will to do anything in the first five seconds.
So I of course say, "A cryptid who chucks sweaters at people.", because that's what it's about really; a cryptid - Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, chucking sweaters at people. It's a wonderful concept and I love writing about these sweaters just pelting people.
Can you imagine the shock of getting hit by a sweater?
Like you're just walking down the street; it's a bit cold and you wish you wore a jacket but you didn't because you never checked the weather.
Then out of NOWHERE a sweater, might I add a very nice sweater, just slams into your face.
You cradle this gift from the heavens as you look around; who could've thrown this?
There's no one in sight, you can't hear anything except the wind.
So you put the sweater on and it's the best sweater you'll ever own. You go home and yo go online asking about your experience, "I just got pelted with the nicest sweater ever and I have TWO questions.".
"ONE, where did this sweater come from because I NEED MORE. And TWO, who threw the sweater?".
You Google these questions, you ask your friends and family, you talk to the locals about this phenomenon.
Nobody knows who this guy is and where the sweaters are coming from. There's tales about it online, about a man whose 7ft tall, red glowing eyes, a white scarf, blurry details from what they can remember of the glimpses of this man whose been chucking these high-quality sweaters at people. Hell they even wrote a song about it!
Now you're fully invested in writing about Todoroki Shouto trying to figure out his true identity - his homeroom teacher. And later on you find out about whose making the sweaters, Keigo who is Aizawa's adopted son. He cracks bird puns all the time - which I know is 'creative' of me but if I like Im going to write it.
But...
I can't tell my teacher any of this; it's the middle of a test (I already finished), people are trying to catch up, and Im not the most social of people without a script or time to write out what I think.
So I think of the doc of bird puns I've been compiling for Keigo, and tell her.
"What do you call a conversation that went sideways? Unpheasant and Hawkward.".
Here's the fic I'm writing w/ my sis: The Winter Wear Pro
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