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The Gondola

Have you ever misinterpreted something and really just questioned how that your version was the misinterpretation? 

It all started when school decided, many decades ago, that children were clearly going to pay attention at 7:30 am to a lecture on the French Revolution. Luckily for my class our teacher recognized that we would not be listening unless he woke us up first. So he preceded with his tried and true method, second only to giving us donuts, and third to jumping-jacks, was by gossiping about school and just life with us. 

So we did our usual morning conversations of a few of the more extroverted kids telling us what they did on the weekend, my only friend in the class ignoring everything to draw for a mother competing she entered, and then proceeding to us pestering the teacher with personal questions. This led to the very American question- 

“Hey, you're a public school teacher with three kids, how do you mange to live in the ‘rich kids neighborhood?’”

And that is where he began the Gondola story. And in actuality his story was shorter than my introduction. He simply answered-

“My wife fell off a Gondola before we met, and she sued the ranch.” 

Now, there are many things I misinterpreted from that sentence alone, but no, it got much worse because the second he said that, the entire class(Except my lone friend who was still nose deep in her iPad) gasped and asked if she(his wife) was alright, okay, doing well, etc. Well, those are okay-ish reactions, I guess. I mean, was the water dirty? 

If you haven’t guessed by this point, when I heard the word “Gondola” I assumed we were talking about the small Italian boat. I wasn’t even hung up on how the wife was doing, I assumed a small 1 foot drop in some water was not life threatening, I mean she clearly lived, this is before she married our history teacher. I was hung up on that he said “sued” and “Ranch.” I was not aware that Gondola’s were like Ubers, or taxi’s, I thought they sort of individually did that sort fo thing. And why would there be a Gondola on a ranch? 

But those questions were immediately shunted to the bottom of the list after what came next. The most prominent follow up question was-

“How far did she fall?”

What? It is a Gondola. How far could she have possibly fallen?

“85 feet.” 

Now most of my class reacted as one would suspect, with loud gases and “oh-no’s.” But I’m not most of my class. My only thought was ‘what?’ I had moved on from her safety by this point because my only reference for how far a human has to fall to die is 630 feet because that’s the height of the St. Louis arch- and never mind I was more baffled by falling 85 feet out of a Gondola. 

I didn’t even begin to think that maybe I had misinterpreted something by that point because I was more troubled with trying to visualize a Gondola, with 85 stools on it and- no, how would that work? It’s too tall and the base is too small, it would topple over. Not to mention that the Gondola would never fit under any bridge, at all. 

How was this all cleared up, you might ask? Well another one of my classmates asked which ski ranch it was at- 

Yes, as I figured out my asking my only friend, in my neck of the woods we call Ski Lifts, specifically the fully enclosed ones, Gondolas. The wife is fine, she’s doing well with little-to no adverse health effects(She actually bounced off something during her fall, but it’s not my story to tell.) and my history teacher is still teaching. And that is how I misinterpreted Gondolas. 

Exist, 2020. By Jessica Andersdotter. Click here for more of my art.

Denmark and Prussia

I want there to be more head cannons between Denmark and Prussia, but more of how their friendship came around. Most people seem to have some sort of head cannon surrounding the Seven Years War, or Prussia’s and Austri’a relationship, but there is less of this between Denmark and Prussia, despite having a similar conflict! 

The Schleswig-Holstein conflict was between the Kingdom of Prussia and Denmark over the southern part of modern Denmark(I think, my map skills ain’t the best). They even had war over the territory, so what if their relationship is influenced by that?

I don’t think they’d have the frenemies (kind way to phrase it) relationship between Prussia and Austria, but I feel like they would have a more aggressive-like relationship. Since they're part of the awesome trio together, I feel like they would constantly try to one up each other, to prove either one could have won the war, or taken the territory. 

Just friendly, stupid competitions. Drinking too much, random parkour, lifting, hitting things. You know, the works.   

My roomba is scared of thunderstorms

I was sitting at my desk just a few minutes ago, drawing, and a really loud crack of thunder went off–no power surges or anything, just thunder–and my roomba fled from its dock and started spinning in circles

I currently now have an active roomba sitting quietly on my lap

yknow if romeo had just Cried on juliets corpse for a couple hours instead of drinking poison Right Then they would have been Fine

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: America & Canada (Hetalia), America & Russia (Hetalia), America & Denmark & Prussia (Hetalia) Characters: America - Character, Russia - Character, Prussia, Denmark, Canada - Character Additional Tags: Mentioned England, mentioned france, Mentioned Sweden - Freeform, Mentioned Finland - Freeform, Referencing Fanart, Referencing Headcanons, just chill, Not Fluff, not crack, not angst, just something I wrote for a writing class because I thought it was fun, Literally no prompt or theme, Just Chilling, this is like the asmr of fanfiction, Duck Dynasty, I don't even think Brooklyn Heights is a place, it just sounds nice and ryhmes Summary:

After a world meeting, America attempts to hang out with his friends at a bar. The only problem is that for his supposed 1,000 years of age he doesn't look like it. Makes it real hard for law-abiding bartenders to think he's not faking his ID. Oh well, guess he'll have to spend the night at home, with some not-so-surpising unexpected guests.

I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.