#a lesson learned

[theetwinkleboy]

ch 6 | ch 318

[camoooh]

Added too much water to this Japanese curry so now I have a pleasantly spiced vegetable soup

[fleshia]

“ perverts “ — filet crochet by me

[thegothicviking]

Learned this the hard way.

I'll tell you a story;

As a mid-teen I had acting and drama production as my major in high school/college. My class was divided into smaller groups, to create our own manuscript for a small play, my group (3-4 girls) had to clean the floors in the dance-room/ballett room because we had borrowed the room to practise for our play.

This room had a floor that was rubbery-like and removable AND reversible (you could flip it) depending on if you wanted a all black floor or a all white floor. Now after many days of rehearsing, we had made black shoe-marks on the white side of the floor and decided to clean it. The dance-class were going to have a dance-exam that monday (we would usually rehearsel all weekend) and so we didn't want them to have a dirty floor (the dance class usually used the white-side of the floor anyway so we had to clean off the stains before their exam.)

We wanted to clean the floors efficiently so we used whatever cleaning products we could find in the closet/janitor's room. There were only 2 cleaning products available. So we used both.

It all seemed well. We all grabbed some sponges and each and one of us cleaned a section/corner of the floor. The water and cleaning products were mixed in a large bucket/plastic bowl that we placed in the middle of the room.

..

After cleaning for like an hour, one of the other girls in my group complained that they felt

'A little light-headed' and that

'these cleaning products smelled really bad!'

It was in that moment..after smelling that strong stench of the cleaning products for a solid hour, and after the other girls even adding more Ammonia to the bucket, that I had a hunch that something was wrong. Something was NOT right!

And I decided to follow up on this gut feeling, luckily at a safe distance (away from the bucket of cleaning products and water) I decided to ask the other girls;

"Isn't it dangerous to use too much Ammonia while cleaning? I have read it somewhere..and my mom told me this!"

The other girls laughed at me and one of the girls even sat on their knees and bent her head directly into the bucket/plastic bowl as if to mock my warning/question, as if to "show off" that she dared to put her head into the bucket and directly breath in the fumes/smell comming from the bucket. In other words; it seemed like she thought I was being too silly/soft about this. And the other girls tried to brush off my concern aswell.

But I kept insisting that

"Isn't too much Ammonia dangerous? Shouldn't we at least look it up?"

And finally, after hearing me nagging about this for a 4th or 5th time; the last girl googled some info about Ammonia on her Macbook (now listen kids, this was like 2008-2009, before smartphones existed. Meaning that you didn't have endless of internet on your phone and Macbook laptops were the newest in computers!) and while being annoyed with me..she FINALLY googled

'Ammonia dangerous?'

And what she read out loud (in Norwegian but I'll translate it) was;

"Here! It says 'Ammonia on itself is NOT that dangerous.. :) BUT WARNING; Ammonia should NOT be mixed/used with BLEACH as this creates the highly poisionous gas called 'Chloramine' that can be deadly when'..."

And finally we ALL (not just me) panicked;

"YEAHOK WE NEED TO CALL THE POISION/TOXIN'S PHONE!!!" (A nickname for the Norwegian call-information help line about toxic/poisionous substances and what you should do if you come across such substances/ what not to do in these cases)

So the same girl that had finally googled my little warning, also called the "poision phone/info help line" and told the help-line that we

'had been mixing Ammonia with bleach...because those two were the only cleaning products we could find when we were going to clean the floor'

The rest of the conversation with the lady from the toxin/posionous substance hot line-help phone went like this;

Toxin/posioinous substance help-line Lady: "And for how long have you stayed in the room with the toxic gas?"

The classmate that first didn't believe me; "Uh...we've been cleaning for like..an hour? I think? One of us even put their head into the bucket and breathed in the gas...."

(And I remember that girl felt really embarrassed when we all looked at her)

There was a little pause at the other end of the phone before we could hear a genuine panic-y voice;

Toxin/posioinous substance help-line Lady:

"YeahYouNeedToOpenAllWindowsAndDoorsAndGetYourselvesOoutOfThereRightNow!!"

So we were told to open all windows and doors and get out of that hazard-zone ASAP!! And it didn't matter if the floors were not clean and if the dance class were going to have a dance exam the next day/upcomming Monday.

We had to get the FUCK out of that room!! And we RAN!

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We were honestly all lucky to survive and were lucky that the black building that both dancers and drama-students used as a rehearsel room, was across the gym- field, so not too close to the main school building!

(Can you imagine if this happened in the MAIN school building?? Were we would have normal subjects?? Where teachers and cafeteria personal all have their workspace?? The main building with all the other several hundred students, breathing in that HELL we had just created!?!? Nah I don't even want to imagine it!)

I am to this day, almost 20 years later, amazed that nobody sued us or had us pay for any damages!! We made a highly toxic GAS. A freakin' WEAPON on school property and we survived without getting any consequences! Mind blowing!!

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At last, in the end; we all had to go home and we all worried that anyone would enter through the open doors and windows to steal speakers and/or light-gear. And we were punished by feeling sick and dizzy, all the way home and half the day after.

(My busride home lasted for almost 1 hour and my stomach, head and throat hurt so much, it felt like I was breathing crushed glass! And I didn't even wanted to think about that one girl that had willingly been NOSE-DIVING/head first into that bucket of invisible DEATH!!!)

We felt sorry for the dancers as we had to call their dance-teacher and tell them that the dance-rehearsel/ballett room would probably not be safe enough to be in during their planned next-day dance-exam.

(and sadly no I don't remember if they got to have the dance-exam that day or if it had to be delayed due to the dangerous GAS CHAMBER that we, the 1st graders drama-idiots made in THEIR main rehearsel room!!)

So let me conclude this by reminding you all that;

Without ME, one single individual, insisting to a group of 2-3 others that;

"Too much Ammonia could be dangerous and maybe we should look that up?"

My ENTIRE group (me included), and maybe even some unaware dance-students, may not have still been ALIVE today to tell y'all tumblr folks about this crazy story that could have ended sooo much worse!

And as this was in the days when Facebook was still new and "cool" (2008/2009-ish), then of COURSE, our group created a private facebook group called

"The Gaschamber"

("Gasskammeret" in Norwegian)

where we could share the few pictures of that stupid, then very oblivious, girl with her head deep down into that bucket of DEATH and exclude the rest of our class, the smart ones, that all laughed at us for weeks and months, (and for a good reason!)

And I do believe that this private facebook group ("Gasskammeret") still exists today almost 20 years later! Abandoned, but probably never fully forgotten! (If Facebook randomly didn't decide to just remove it)

And EVEN THOUGH our names have been kept anonymous.. (at least I hope so!)

that 'drama 1st grader class of 2008/9' is most likely STILL used as a "classic horror example" (as we say in Norwegian for an example of something disastrous that you don't wish to copy!!), by the teachers as a fair warning for all new 1st graders, for all new generations of drama-dorks, attending that same high school, that we gassed up with that dangerous gas called "Chloramide".

Yes, our teachers admitted when we were 2nd and 3rd graders that our dangerous cleaning-cocktail was a perfect example on what NOT to do, on which cleaning products that should NEVER be mixed, when you are cleaning floors and so all 1st graders that were accepted in the drama/drama production class, were told this very true horror story!

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Dear tumblrs. keep in mind that there are TWO morals to this story;

You DO NOT, I repeat, you DO NOT under ANY circumstances (doesn't matter how much more efficient you think you are) simply mix "whatever cleaning products you can find in the closet/cupboard" at COMPLETE random without AT LEAST looking up if this is safe or not!!

and

2. You ALWAYS trust your gut when it tells you that "something may not be all right here.." I swear in 9/10 cases that gut feeling will be CORRECT and so you FOLLOW that feeling and you make sure to find answers/a solution to figure out WHAT the hell is going on and WHY you are feeling nervous/not alright about the situation!

Because if I had ignored that gut-feeling that day, if I had ignored that I had both read and heard it from my parents that "it could be dangerous to clean with too much Ammonia"...then none of us would habe bothered to look up any of the cleaning products that we used and by the serious tone of the voice from that toxin help-line lady..

I am 10000000000% billion times sure that I saved us that day!

I SAVED our asses that day from dying on school property at the tender age of 16.

I SAVED the lives of those other girls, and my own life, simply because NO ONE ELSE..ever suggested that we should look up whatever cleaning produts that we were using that day.

Those other girls in that group owe me their lives! (And we are not even in contact with each other anymore..)

I'm luckily alive and here to tell y'all to NOT be like us almost 20 years ago. Do NOT be this stupid whenever you are cleaning!!!* Or in other horror scenarios when dealing with poisionous/toxic gasses/substances that COULD kill you!*

(*Unless you wish to die but I'm sure most of y'all don't!)

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That was all. This was my "should-have-been DEAD-talk!"

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[batsyheere]

"So, handling your archnemesis," Danny starts. The room falls quiet, heads slowly turning to look at the man as he writes the words on the chalkboard. When finished, the characters somehow both messy and neat at once, Danny places the chalk back down and claps his hands.

"I typically call them fruitloops. Often they're in a better position than you are- older, richer, more powerful. They may have some sort of status that protects them when facing the public."

Tim wondered where Dick was right now, and if he was laughing. His brain was lagging like a computer as he tried to process what Danny was saying, and how seriously a few of his fellow teen vigilantes were taking this.

"Some of their more common tactics are-" the chalk was picked back up, and Danny writes as he speaks.

"Manipulation, isolation, conditioning, and empathy."

MICE.

Tim stares at the board, and quietly slips put his phone.

-What have I done to deserve this.

Enjoy your lessons Tim-

His head thumps against the desk. Conner leans over, gives him a pat on the shoulder but returns to taking notes as Danny goes on to explain the conditioning tactic.

[lucybellwood]

Desperately trying to finish listening to this audiobook before Libby repos my shit

[sunny-knight]

TIMELINES MUST PASS

Time Will Pass @forgettable-au fan animation :3

Decided to practice some animation with this wonderful song/animation meme/trend???

Inspiration credit:

@mannawanna on Youtube!

@Sherrickmadds on Instagram!

heheheheheHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAHAHAAHAHA I LOVE THESE GUYS SO MUCH AND THIS AUDIO JUST FELT TOO PERFECT FOR EM!!! ON WE GO TO THE ANALYSIS

The direct actions:

Sans smiles at Wingdings, who does not return it

Sans is bothered and upset by this, before closing his eyes and accepting it.

They go back to staring up at the ceiling, except Sans looks sadder now.

Wingdings continues to sing, content with this.

GASTERING TIME

Cut to the present day-post papyrus day,

Gaster is belting out happily while Sans is horrified at what his…brother??? has turned into.

Before they both come to a (reluctant on Sans’ half) acceptance at the situation.

What they’re supposed to translate to:

Sans encourages Wingdings to come out of his comfort zone. Instead of staying in the lab 247 and shutting out the rest of the world while still wanting to make it a better place with his inventions- why not grab some food at Grillbys?? (I just thought of how funny it is that Sans can’t get Papyrus to enjoy Grillbys either, for different reasons but still. CMON GUYS- GO GET SOME GREASY FOOD WITH YOUR BROTHER)

But he shuts this idea down constantly, no matter how subtle or direct Sans is, he can’t seem to stop his brother from going down an incredibly self destructive route. When he closes his eyes and looks back up at the ceiling…I wouldn’t call that “giving up on Wingdings” but definitely trying less hard. He cant force him to do anything so why try

(ofc Alphys comes in- BUT THIS IS A 24 SECOND ANIMATION, WE DONT HAVE TIME FOR THAT- CHOP CHOP!) (also just as an aside i love that when Sans realizes he cant force Wingdings outside he just brings the outside to him 😭😭)

But Wingdings is fully content with this “giving up”. He gets his way!!!

Thats when we see an interaction between these two, YEARS later. Sans is, needless to say, pretty horrified at whats happened to him (we’re ignoring lack of memories in this situation btw) but Gaster is thrilled and tells Sans that basically “I wont be here for long, i just wanted to say that despite my actions I promise I loved you” which Sans feels many emotions at- but “grief” bundles those all up in a nice trauma bow.

Gaster then goes on to say basically “this has been fun, but this is probably the last time we will ever interact because I have business to attend to, and you have Papyrus’ to attend to!!!” Sans reluctantly accepts this. Again. Gaster always staying within his comfort zone and Sans just going along with it because he cant force his stubborn as hell brother to do anything.

Basically long story short, Sans is not happy in either of these situations. Both times Wingdings puts his work above his brother.

[bunchabears]

LOOK AT ME, IT'S -10 DEGREES AND I'M HERE HARVESTING ASIATIC CLAMS

[paranormeow7]

liberal hunger games posting is so funny because like. the hunger games are sold as books for teenagers. these are generally basic political statements about war and capitalism and exploitation meant to be understood by teenagers. these are not radical stances. we should have all learned these things by now. but one thing I have noticed is that the American public just simply do not know a lot of things about the world that other people already know, and even more embarrassingly, they end up needing to learn these things from children’s media. It’s not a good look to realize that you need to be kind to others because you watched a Bluey episode about it at the age of 25.

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[pie-bean]

Nooo my ipad baby has discovered the stock market 😰

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Abby and Gregory discover Michael is an artist too

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Who is this sassy lost child?

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[keferon]

I keep drawing Roddy as this (•‿•) thing lol. I need to give him a proper design asap haha

[ceaseless-rambler]

Being bullied on tumblr dot com (people keep reblogging my awful posts)

[tippenfunkaport]

You know, it would be amazing if Hollywood learned the right lesson from the success of Nimona. Something like "Hey, maybe don't throw out a nearly done movie as a tax write off" or "people want queer stories" or even "don't be afraid to take some storytelling risks and be original" but you just know they're going to come away with some absolutely batshit takeaway like, "next time delete all the evidence and burn it to the ground so the gays can't make us look bad!"