"Sunscreen time! Everybody go to me or Kim for sunscreen."
Younglings run to either teacher, all except for their newest Fore, a Fyreian youngling.
"...sun scream? What is sun scream?"
"Sun-screen, its a cream we put on to protect us from the sun." explained Max.
"But teacher, cream can't protect us from the sun! We'll still burn if we touch it."
"It's for the sunlight. To let us, especially the ones with more sensitive skin, stay outside longer."
"Oh, I don't need it then. Fryeian's don't burn from sunlight."
"Yes but the sun also puts out harmful stuff, at least this one does, and that can hurt your skin after a long time."
"...are you tricking me? So that I'll put on the cream?" the youngling asked, arms crossed, ears flickering in annoyance.
"No, see?" the human points to his fellow teacher who's putting sunscreen on other children and younglings.
"Kim is putting sunscreen on Malaika, who doesn't get sunburned like the other human kids. Her skin is hard to burn, like you." he points to Malaika, who's giggling as Kim puts sunscreen on her cheeks and neck. "But she still wears it because she and her parents know that the sun can still hurt her."
"...Does Kim put on sunscreen too?"
"...yes. In fact, thank you for reminding me to remind her. She forgets after having to apply it to all the others," Max grins before turning to Kim. "Kim, don't forget yourself!"
"What! ...put sunscreen on me?! ...but I don't-!"
"You don't have enough sunscreen?! Okay I'll give you some of mine!!" he shouts before sprinting over to Kim.
"Wait, I don't need it! I don't sunburn, my skin is-MAX WAIT!" she was restrained before she could run.
"WHO WANTS TO PUT SUNSCREEN ON THE TEACHERS?!"
A chorus of screaming 'yeses' fill the park, dozens of tiny hands, claws, paws, and pincers, reach out to the two with sunscreeny hands.
"MAX! WHY!!" Kim screams before they descend on her.
"TO KEEP THE BALANCE!!" he screams closing his eyes and mentally preparing himself for what is about to happen.
*5 minutes later*
"See Fore? Even teacher Kim wears sunscreen." smiles a very shiny and white Max.
"...yeah, and if I have to wear sunscreen so do you." frowns a very shiny and 2 shades lighter Kim.
"...Okay!" smiles a happy Fore.
"...I hate you...I have sunscreen in my ears..." grumbles Kim
"For the balance...also I've been telling you for years to wear sunscreen so you don't get skin cancer." Max whispers, now happy that now his friend must finally wear proper sun protection.
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Absolutely love your take on the Din's helmet thing and other Mando-related stuff. You really get it! You are the only one that gets to do Mando characters from now on they need to let you work on this show now!
lmaooo you are too kind anon but listen, I don't know much about Mandalorians, and not much about SW in general. My knowledge about them comes from TCW and Rebels, and reading Wookieepedia and other SW blogs lmao. There are other Mando enthusiasts that know more about this than I do so I wouldn't dare claim that honor for myself haha.
But design characters for their animated show howeverrrr... 👀 *cough* Disney and Lucas Animation you alr have my resume and my portfolio *cough*
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And sometimes even after like five years
You meet back up with some of Your People
And your heart just sings
Oh
I know you I know you
And we laugh together
And you remember Why you spent so much of your youth together
And you smile because you are all happy
And while things change
The Why didn’t
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more adventures of a genderless fuck...
Scene: Preschool breakfast table with five 5/6 year old boys.
I.e. funniest thing in the world: penis. Ickiest thing in the world: girls
Me: [some random silly "threat" in a mouthing off game with five year olds]
Boy: Well, then, well, then I'll send 100 girlfriends to your house!!
Me: Sweet! Can you send me 100 boyfriends too?
Boy: THAT'S GAY!!!
Me: Well... yes.... but also... no. 😅
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Actual conversation in my class today
Student A: Where's Baby Yoda? He hasn't visited us in a while.
Me: He's in space with his dad. I'll have to ask when he can visit again. (For context: I tell the kids this to make it more special/fuel their imaginations and to explain why Baby Yoda doesn't come to school every day.)
Student B: No he's at your house.
Me: He lives on a spaceship with his dad.
Student B: No he lives at your house, I have cameras on your house and I saw him.
Me:
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