once i had 2 let it rip so bad in class like i could not hold it in any longer . so i was like ok . it feels like a slient one . no1 will notice . so i did it n damn .. man ive never smelt one so bad .. i couldnt believe it came from me . n u could trace the smell bc evey1 was looking back at me .. n the teacher was like ok . who farted . damn why are u asking . u kno no is going 2 say shit just shut up n open the window im abt 2 die .. n every1 turned backk 2 me n so much shit was going thro my mind then.. i was like the hell am i going 2 do . so i turn back 2 the kid sitting behind me n im like “clyde . thats so fucking nasty im abt 2 die. “ that was os evil of me .. damn i felt bad for clyde bc he was getting the worst of it . sitting behind me .. in the area of danger
i just saw a super preppy guy (button up, khakis, boat shoes, u know the look) go by me on a long board and i feel like those are two identities that should never intersect. they’re on opposite ends of the spectrum u can’t be a skater and a prep it just doesn’t work. his existence must be very unstable like the human equivalent of a radioactive isotope. proceed with caution
I saw a greying older man (late 40’s maybe?) in a full business suit skateboarding down the sidewalk once, not slowly either he was tearing that shit up
they came from the same wormhole… they’re not supposed to be in this reality
When I worked in a tea shop, I actually got a few people coming in requesting jasmine tea. Why jasmine? Because that’s what Uncle Iroh would drink on Avatar: The Last Airbender.
So here’s something to think about:
Even though he was royalty, Uncle Iroh was a master of preparing his own tea– even after he left with Zuko, he could always be seen preparing it on his own, eventually opening a successful tea shop when the one he worked at turned out to be awful.
For a firebender, heating a pot of water wouldn’t be difficult– a few seconds of rage and you’d have it at a rolling boil– but a rolling boil would ruin the tea.
The secret to a good cup of tea is often in the temperature of water that you use.
Jasmine, green and white tea tends to need between 160-180* F (71-82*C)– go any higher than that, and you’ll scald the leaves and wind up with bitter tea. Let it steep for too long, and it’ll scald anyway. So you can’t just boil the hell out of it and walk away; to be really good, a cup of tea needs a lower temperature and a softer flame. It needs patience and attention. And that’s where Uncle Iroh excelled.
It was such a wonderful character detail, and I love it so.
…I…wait…I just…b…
*Gags* “This tea is nothing more than hot leaf juice!”
“Uncle…that’s what all tea is.”
“How could a member of my own family say something so horrible?”
DO YOU MEAN THAT ZUKO NEVER PREPARED A GOOD CUP OF TEA BEFORE BECAUSE HE WAS TOO IMPATIENT TO PROPERLY HEAT IT AND THAT IROH PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER RIGHT THEN AND THERE?
“We’ll have to make some major changes around here!” — His next line which he says firmly, grabbing the teapot and looking at Zuko as he turns.
Like literally after this the main plotpoint between these two is Iroh teaching Zuko how to be more patient/kind/open-minded while also teaching him how to properly work in the tea shop and I just…do you mean to tell me those two were actually not just random meshing plotpoints but were a direct correlation?
Way too many parents need to learn the difference between “a child being disrespectful” and “a human person expressing an opinion that differs from theirs”
my mom had a nice technique for this. when i’d give her sass, she’d say, “i don’t speak rude, what’s that in polite-person-ese?”
basically, she’d encourage me to rephrase my opinion without the attitude. so “UGH, you NEVER let me do ANYTHING!” would (often after quite a bit of bitching and grumbling) turn into “it feels like every time i have a fun idea, you say no, and i just end up sitting around the house.”
and at that point we could troubleshoot like civilized people. she could explain that she didn’t want me to go to jimmy’s sleepover because jimmy’s dad creeps her out, and i could suggest maybe i could have andy over instead, and she could say sure, why not call peter and stacy and brianna and have your own party, i’ll pop some popcorn and rent a movie, and i could add what if we put up tents in the back yard and have a bonfire and roast marshmallows, and she could laugh and say don’t push it.
