youknowjustanotherhiddlestoner:
Why does he have to be so adorable? ♡ like seriously this is a serious question .-.
Hey Sam, is IRL Chicago anything like Chicago as seen in due South or Blues Brothers 1? Been rewatching and super hoping the answer is a yes
IRL Chicago is exactly like the Chicago as portrayed in Blues Brothers. We are all required to participate in at least one song and dance number per week (even students from out of state, especially if they are deemed to have especially large amounts of Soul in them) and Cab Calloway stalks the streets at night, choosing victims to become temporarily Glitteringly Fabulous. Many’s the time I have woken in the morning to find R passed out on the couch in a glittering silver suit, mumbling the lyrics to Minnie The Moocher in his sleep.
I myself received my Mission From God only two weeks after arriving in the city, but fortunately no Nazis became involved at any point. I did receive my driver’s permit for both extended police chases and shopping malls, though I haven’t had to show it yet. Usually for that you have to be at least a hundred and six miles from Chicago with a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, in the dark…while wearing sunglasses.
you have a shield somewhere in case of Nazis right?
Well, you know the Chicago Way: they pull a Nazi, you pull a ‘74 Dodge Monaco.
So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.
Attachments, Rainbow Rowell (via seulray)
And then Legolas jumped on his shield like a skateboard and totally rode it down the stairs. And he started shooting arrows like a motherfucker and was really cool.
Convo between my 7year-old students today
Josie: I have a new crusshhhhh
Matt: Me too! On a boy!
Pearl: You’re a boy with a crush on a boy?
Matt: Yeah he’s really cute.
Pearl: Oh.
(pause for a bit)
Matt: Boys can like boys. I just can’t marry him because boys can’t marry boys.
Me: Yeah they can. You can marry whoever you want.
Matt: Really?
Josie: YEAH my tia has a wife so now I have a titi and a auntie.
Matt: Okay. Then maybe I’ll marry him.
Dave: (from across the room) No you can’t you’re seven.
(Age was apparently the only foreseeable problem anyone of my elementary schoolers could see with gay marriage.)
