Cunfuzzled - Alfred Is A Chaotic Mess

My girlfriend: *exists* Me: *gay noises of panic*

Draw the squad but as weird ass Hetalia screenshots

Okay I drew a quick sketch of Nyo Molossia bc honestly what a babey

That's a lot of memes!

And I can never hide from the Hetalia trash that I still am 😳

But ngl I'm only in the fandom for rusame and 2p!England hehe

I think a lot about how kids think they don’t like learning and about how wrong they are about it.

Kids love learning. They’re biologically hardwired to love learning. They just think they hate it because half of what gets taught in schools is irrelevant to real life and not hands-on activities.

Kids might say they hate school and learning. But like ask any kid if they want to be shown how to make fire turn green. Ask any kid if they know about real life Dracula. Ask any kid if they want to hear about how strong a tiger is. They’ll want to learn about it.

When I was in third grade, my entire class started this weird black market inside our desks where everybody sold different things and we used broken pencil leads as currency. I sold pet erasers I think, they were just erasers with faces drawn on them. Obviously we got in trouble and weren’t allowed to do it anymore, but imagine if our teacher had stopped our boring curriculum to teach us about economics through the lens of the weird businesses we had created? It would have been amazing. We would have loved it.

Kids don’t hate learning. School is just bad.

I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.

@wifeyaesthetics , it seems you blocked me. Whether this is out of cowardice or something else, if you ever want to discuss with me again, I would be happy to.

So outside of our house we have a couple of trees, and occasionally doves will make their nests in them. About 10 years ago, some mother dove had nested in one of the trees, and when we went outside to go to school and work, we noticed that the nest had fallen of the tree, and the two baby chicks were just,,, laying on the ground. So my dad took a small basket, nailed it to the tree, and put the nest back in. He then scooped the chicks up ever so gently and placed them in their new, secure, nest.

Both of the babies lived, and every year a mother dove will come to roost in the secure nest my dad built. We like to think the new dove is the baby of the old dove, coming to live in the family nest.

So this year, as usual, a mother dove comes to incubate her eggs in the nest. However, this year has been particularly rough and the tree has not grown leaves yet and there is minimal shelter for the bird. It's also been very rainy and cold.

So every morning my dad, this strong, tough, jaded man, goes put to check on the dove and talks to her. Things like,

"Ya made it through the night huh? I know there's not a lot of cover for ya," "It was extra rainy, but yer still doin a good job hun," "I bet yer babies'll be big and strong,"

And it is the sweetest thing to see my dad talk to these birds every morning