Character idea that I had at some point: A dance teacher who had to give up his own highly promising career as a performer after an injury, and now makes his living giving lessons to children. He comes off as stern, serious, and frighteningly strict, and even some of the parents have a hard time believing that the kids genuinely like him and enjoy the lessons. Which, to be fair, are frightening to watch with no context of what this is about.
The children go through their practices with downright eerie, automation-like, coordinated synchrony, with stern and focused looks on their faces, while the teacher circles them, observing and correcting, brandishing his cane like a weapon and every once in a while dramatically lamenting about how "you little vermin can't do anything right", and occasionally the music stops and the only sounds coming from the studio are of kids running and screaming while their teacher bellows about teaching them a lesson.
This, however, is all just method. He started the first lesson with the children by proposing a game: How about they play flea circus, where he is the cruel evil ringmaster and they are all his poor suffering little fleas. One of the girls starts crying, protesting that she doesn't want to be a flea. Well, how about mice? Mice are cute. The children accept these terms, and ever since they've spent dance lessons playing Evil Circus.
For reasons beyond adult comprehension, children of a certain age really love playing pretend in a setting where everything is Dark And Horrible And The Worst, and Evil Mouse Circus is exactly that. And whenever he picks up that the kids are starting to get too genuinely nervous or agitated, that's when he goes "that's it I'm going to beat all of you" which is their cue to take a break to run around screaming, while he chases them. He won't catch them and isn't even trying to, the kids just need to let the nervous energy out.
It looks horrible to an outside observer, but the kids are having an excellent time playing circus mice.
My nan: *sighs* I used to be straight
pedestrian tip: look drivers in the eyes (or attempt to, sometimes you cant see in the cars but look where you think theyd be anyway) while you cross the street so that if they decide to hit you they have to grapple with your humanity as they do it
Make the silly thing that brings you joy. 🦖🌋
The intarsia charts came from a kids jumper pattern dated 1990, which I've adapted into an adult sized cardigan.
I hate how people can openly complain about "overpopulation" in the global south and "low birthrates" in europe and japan
How is James bond not dead yet. He's so easily distracted. Just put some skimpily clad woman in front of him and wham. Dead. Easy.
burned my fingers breaking toast for the birds this morning and i would do it again. i would set myself on fire to keep them warm if asked.