Logical Insanity

“Sooner or later a man who wears two faces forgets which one is real.”

Pippin: grass? yes!

Merry: moss? yes!!

Pippin: leaves? Ohh, yes!

Merry: bootlaces? Strange but true!

Pippin: worms? Sometimes!

Merry: Rocks? Nah

Pippin: twigs? usually!

Merry: Pippin’s cooking? Inconclusive!

Faramir: how did you… test this

Merry: you just hand him stuff and say ‘this is for you’ and if he eats it, he eats it

Faramir: …….I don’t know how to feel about this

Aragorn: in case… the ones in my boots…. break!!!

Pippin: !!!!!ohhh!!!

Merry: aha!

Faramir: how could you not know that

Aragorn: so you didn’t even enjoy them

Aragorn: why did you eat them ALL if you didn’t enjoy them

Legolas: Merry and Pippin seemed to like it when I ate the gifts they gave me so usually I ate them

the “is this really a boat” challenge

the “do you know literally anything about your friend” challenge

the “can you not die from a bullet shot by the wild west version of a stormtrooper” challenge

the “is the amount of sand in my eyes really worth not dying” challenge

the “figure out if the car moving on its own is weird or not” challenge

the “should we do something about these zombies or nah” challenge

the “how long have we been walking and isn’t it kinda hot” challenge

the “what if freddy krueger was remote controlled by a baby” challenge

the “is this trap too obvious to be a trap and can you bond over watersports” challenge

the “is it okay to throw dogs at blind people” challenge

the “how gay can we make this look” challenge

the “can’t read my pokerface” challenge

the “can a noob beat a leet” challenge

Oh god that would be such a trip. I can just imagine the meta humor though. 

she is a broken person

unlike for james, who could quit at any time and return to a comfortable life, for jessie, team rocket is everything she has.

she lived in poverty, with a mother who was a criminal, and they were so poor they ate snow

her mother disappeared, looking for mew. there was never a mention of jessie having a father

she wanted to be an actress, and decided to take that route instead of going with a boy she loved, but she ended up losing both as her audition didn’t go through

she wanted to be a nurse, but failed

and now she keeps failing trying to catch that god damned pikachu

as much as i like dawn i almost want jessie to win all the ribbons because she fucking deserves to be happy and she deserves those victories and she deserves a friend like james

james’ family has riches and luxury, yes, but his parents are neglectful & uncaring and have engaged him to an abuser. they refuse to let him live in the lap of luxury unless he marries her and spends his whole life miserable.

everything about jessie and james is, from where i’m standing, intended to be opposite. james is a soft-spoken boy from a family that knows wealth but not love. jessie is a headstrong and outspoken girl from a family that knows love but is dirt poor.

A few weeks ago, we exhibited at Emerald City Comicon. Typically when we attend conventions, we try to create some spectacle that captures people’s attention and sells games. Like the time we brought a marching band to PAX Australia.

At ECCC, we set up a “Pay What You Want” booth and encouraged people to give us any amount of money in exchange for our games. We put games on a table, set up some signs, stood off to the side, and waited to see what would happen.

We brought 2000 games. Before the convention began, we took bets on what would happen:

Tom thought we’d sell out in a few hours.

Alex thought we’d run out on the of the second day of the con.

Trin thought that we would not run out of games because we are no longer cool or relevant.

Jenn got a fever and didn’t know what was happening.

We were all wrong. 

The doors opened, and attendees swarmed the booth. Within five minutes attendees realized they could just take games and walk away. A small group grabbed armfuls of free games and left, but most people paid something. Within an hour, the booth looked like this:

We ran out of games in 51 minutes.and made $8042.48, or 18.7% of the games’ retail value. In other words, we lost $685.44 per minute.

Attendees put lots of other stuff in the payment box too.

Some things you put in our box:

Five Canadian Dollars ($3.72 USD)

Ten Euros ($10.66 USD)

Eighty Philippine Pesos ($1.59 USD)

One Chinese Yuan ($0.14 USD)

One Cubone Pokemon Card, XY Breakthrough (Avg price - $0.68 USD)

One Magic: The Gathering Eternal Masters booster pack wrapper (No Value)

One handwritten “Any Pizza Free” and “Twisted Flicks + KPC” Coupon from a Papa Murphy’s in Kirkland, WA (Estimated Value $25.00 USD)

One $1 Bill folded into a bowtie ($1.00 USD)

One “FeelTheBurn.org” $1 bill. ($1.00 USD)

Two halves of a $1 bill ($1.00 USD )

Once we sold out, we had to figure out what to do with our booth space. 

On Saturday, we gave our space to artists who weren’t able to get a table at the con. People showed up to exhibit cosplay horns, board games, recycled journals, and comic art.

On the last day of the con, we set up a station for mailing letters to representatives.

We provided pens, paper, postage, envelopes, writing tips, and the address of every US Senator. 

Over 200 letters were written by con attendees, including the most bad ass Imperator Furiosa cosplayer we’ve ever seen.

I mean that the ‘gifts’ I had are useless

Reading books above my age isn’t a talent when I’m not eleven

Knowing big words isn’t a talent when I’m not a kid, it’s just growing up

Thing is, gifted children are not amazingly better than everyone else. Gifted brains just don’t work the same so they build their skills in a different order

Basically when you’re very young, most people brain learn social skills and how to interact with their peers, but gifted brains are already at the next step which is how to understand and interact with the world

That makes the stereotypical young children that are very good at math, always asking questions about how things work, very upset when they don’t know a thing

But the thing is, when everyone gets older, they’ve mastered most social skills and now turn towards understanding the world

But the gifted children have already mastered that part and are turning towards how to build social skills. Except there’s no one left to teach us about that! Because we’re late to that party

Long story short, at the end everyone, gifted or not, goes through all the necessary steps to make functioning adults, so the difference that was obvious as a child has disappeared

Man 1500 years ago: Let me sleep with this woman or I will die.

The rabbis:

lmaooo this was supposed to be a quick prompt but then it turned into a full-fledged little fic and now it is 2 AM, so I will finish the rest of these prompts tomorrow (later today technically I guess)

“Hey, May?”

May looked up from spreading butter on her toast.

“Yeah Pete?”

“I was just wondering,” Peter started, fiddling with the fork in his hand, “next week is career day at school… they’re having a bunch of kids parents come in to talk about what they do, you know, try and give the students some idea where they might want to work after high school. Do you… do you think you could do it? They asked our class to bring our parents, so….”

May sighed as she sat down her knife. Peter dropped his eyes back to his eggs, disappointment burning in his stomach as he already knew what May was going to say.

“Peter, I… I wish I could,” May said softly, “I really do, but I can’t afford to take off work right now. Money has been a little tight lately, you know? I can’t afford to lose more shifts than absolutely necessary, you know?”

“Yeah,” Peter said, gesturing with his fork and trying to appear nonchalant, “yeah, I get it. Work is more important.”

“Peter, that’s not what I–”

“No, no,” Peter rushed to reassure her, guilt burning through him at the pained look in her eyes, “I didn’t– I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean, you know, money is important for… for living, so going to work is important. Besides, it’s not like everyone’s parents are going to be able to show up for the same reason, right? It’s alright, May.”

“I’m sorry, Pete,” May said quietly, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Peter’s arm. “I know its hard for you when these kind of things happen. You know if I could, I would.”

“Nah, it’s fine, it’s alright,” Peter said, staring at her hand on his arm. He tried to ignore the burning in his eyes, not really succeeding. It always sucked when he wasn’t able to participate in the parent-child functions the school put on, especially since Ben died, but he knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault. He knew May would be there for him if she could, but he also understood why she couldn’t.

He cleared his throat and glanced at the clock on the wall. Shoving the last of his eggs in his mouth, he stood and grabbed his backpack from the back of his chair.

“I should head out, I’m gonna be late,” he said, proud at how steady his voice sounded.

“Okay,” May smiled, pushing her glasses up her nose as she watched him go, “have a good day! I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he shouted over his shoulder as he rushed out the door.

May rubbed her hand over her eyes as she sat back in her chair. She knew it was hard for Peter when he had to be alone on days when parents were asked to visit classes, ever since he was a little kid. Her and Ben always tried to work it out so at least one of them was available to go with him, but they couldn’t always make it. She hated the thought of Peter sitting alone in class while all the other kids got to show off their parents and what they do, but they really just couldn’t afford to lose any money at the moment.

Looking at the clock and grimacing at the time, she got up to gather her stuff for work. She grabbed her purse off the counter, not realizing it was upside down, and cursing when everything fell out of it. She crouched down to gather all her stuff when he saw her phone light up with a text.

Tony StarkHey May, just making sure we’re still on for Peter coming to the tower after school today. Let me know if I need to pick him up.

She stared at the name on her screen, an idea popping into her head. It was probably a long-shot, Tony was a busy man, but it was worth a try at least.

Before she could change her mind, she unlocked her phone and pressed the call button. She held it up to her ear and waited as it rang.

“Hey, Tony? Yeah, it’s me. Wha– no, no, Peter’s fine. Yeah, he can go to the tower, that’s fine. Listen, I uhh… I kinda need to ask you a favor, if you’re willing. For Peter.”

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