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A Guide To Animal Crossing Stonks

Hey folks! I’ve seen guides on both Reddit and Twitter for understanding the Stalk Market in New Horizons, but none here, so I’m gonna (attempt) to make a brief guide under the read more:

Edit: corrected an issue with the patterns

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Character design I did for assignment…yes shepherds

sheep design

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it

This is what happened to me. I was young, first grade. 

All the other kids have one teacher, while I had two, though I was in the same class. I took recess by myself. When the other’s took recess, I was constantly quizzed by my second teacher and shown how to color properly because ‘You don’t want your pictures to look like theirs, do you?’ I just wanted to color. 

When I was allowed to participate with the rest of the class, I felt odd. “How fast does the earth move?” The main teacher asked. “100 miles an hour!” “One bajillion miles a hour!” I raised my hand. “Yes?” I swallowed and smiled. “I think it’s closer to 100,000 kilometers per hour.” I didn’t guess, I stated a fact. I was happy. And proud. Because I knew the answer. But somehow, when the teacher said ‘That’s correct’, it was with a large amount of disappointment and odd looks from the other kids. What had I done wrong? I didn’t answer questions anymore.

When I was in the class with my second teacher, we did reading flash cards. “What does this say?” “Government.” She frowned. “And just how do you know that?” I answered as simply as I could. “It doesn’t sound like it’s spelled. It has ‘Govern’ like the governor, and it has ‘ment’ that rhymes vent which is what’s above us! Government!” “That’s not how you learn words, you need to remember how to spell them. Try the next one.” Why did it matter? I remembered and could read it. So I had to learn the ‘correct’ way to spell and read.

So on and so on until 5th grade, when I was falling behind all the other students and was told to try harder and pay attention. ‘Show your work or it counts against you.’ But I didn’t have any work to show… 45 X 3 just is 135. What work was I supposed to show when something was a fact? So I had to relearn math so my teacher didn’t flunk me out.

This has followed me into adulthood. “Think outside the box.” I can’t. There is a small area outside the box I am allowed and no further. That is what I have been taught. When someone wants something from you in this way, they want to know where it came from and for it to match their ideals… not something they can’t understand or want to consider. And there is always a right answer, even if you are just coming up with ideas.

“Do you have any ideas on this matter?” My boss asks. I shrug. “It’s not something for me weigh in on, that’s beyond my area.”

You broke me. You broke thousands of kids who could have been the new Tesla, Curie, or Einstein. And you wonder why new ideas aren’t new? Because you told us, at a very early age, that a new idea must already conform to what you understand and are comfortable with. 

Let’s think about how much more advanced we would be as a society if our school systems didn’t break kids.

I hate when cartoons have a kid and the kid is a clone of one parent

Bonus points if the boy looks exactly like his father and the girl looks exactly like her mother

Double points if by all accounts that the parents are so physical different from one another that their children looking like the parent of the same sex should not be possible 

I love this movie but yo every time I watch this scene I get mad

Not gonna lie I actually had PJ and Pistol from good troop in mind when responding to you , Treasure planet didn’t even cross my mind

I honestly didn’t remember this problem in that show since I haven’t seen it since I was a kid and

Wow

To be truthful my thoughts went immediately to Scamp from Lady and the Tramp 2

It even has that same 3 sisters and 1 brother thing that Treasure Planet had

WTF Disney?!?!

This one is the funniest to me because it’s the most mentioned in the tags and I even hated seeing the pups as a kid and it’s just that one example that didn’t need to be mentioned but Should’ve because EVERY Person our age range saw these movies and we all thought the exact same thing

“What the fuck”

But we were kids so we didnt say “fuck”

I remember that this bothered me and my brother a lot in Rover Dangerfield…

I talked a little about how I hated this trope as a kid on twitter - as a kid I kinda thought this trope was part of why people said I didn’t look like my parents. I’m mixed race and don’t have my dad’s fro or my mom’s red hair and neither brown skin nor pale white with freckles. Kids used to say I was adopted, because they couldn’t see the resemblance if I wasn’t a clone. Drove me nuts.

As a kid I’d redesign these clone babies to fix it. I took another stab at it for old time’s sake on twitter, so here, have a more thorough blend of Lady and the Tramp’s genes

Don't forget this nightmare

I HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING

RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOOOOOOOOO

COME ON IT’S LOVELY WEATHER

FOR A SLEIGH RIDE TOGETHER WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

(Gifs from this post)

She’s perfect!

I just uploaded a new plan with me video for November. Fall is my favorite season!!! https://youtu.be/Dslv7UUzcxI

Guys I did more Pumpkin Bulbasaurs. More specifically, Halloween Bulbasaurs. 

Additionally we got:

Doctor: this brain tumor has progressed too far........there's no way we can operate on them

House: monkey ball.

Doctor: what??

House: monkey ball. super monkey ball if you wanna be formal. a game with such tight turning and precision it makes a neuro surgeon look like a kindergartener playing operation. I play it. let me at em.