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Okay you guys.

IF YOU PRIMARILY DO NOT SPEAK ENGLISH reply with what you mentally call it, if you have a nickname for it or something

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Reblog and put in the tags if you can remember where you got the shirt you’re currently wearing.

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Spin this wheel first and then this wheel second to generate the title of a YA fantasy novel!

(If the second wheel lands on an option ending with a plus sign, spin it again)

Share what you got!

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twitter is hell but i really hope it doesn’t actually die because this is in contention for the funniest thing i’ve ever read in my life

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hm poll time

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Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.

The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.

You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character

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Vikings didn't have horns on their helmets but I bet if you showed them a single modern Viking depiction they'd all start doing it like gangsters imitating The Godfather

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copyrighting neon dream as we speak

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I hated gym class for a number of reasons: I hated (and still dislike to an extend) competing (especially when it's in something that shouldn't even be a competition). Most of the classes included some version of competing. There was no focus on or understanding that every student has different limits and that not everyone will be able to run 3 laps in 10 minutes. A lot of boys in my class were absoulute football (soccer) fanatics, and didn't seem to understand that we weren't training for a trophy. (also a lot of times the teachers also had the idea that we needed to train for the olympics)

It took me until my early 30s(!) to realize that exercise is about moving your body, and not about competition, and that it's okay to take more breaks than the average person, that you don't have to complete a full workout, that it's okay to walk instead of run. I was always so baffled when people say they feel good after working out, because all I felt was out of breath and immense hatred. Once I unlearned what gym classes in school had taught me about exercise, I started loving it much more

I remember skipping my 4th hour class nearly every day for the second semester one year because my 4th hour was gym first semester and I could go there and play and run and have fun because the teachers thought I was still in the class.

I loved gym class so much, more than any other class, including art class.

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Your regular reminder that trickle-down economics is a cruel joke designed by the wealthy.

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