This a personal blog.
I post things from multiple fandoms and I don't tag any of them.
However, I am perfectly capable of typing up an indefinite bullet list for you *pew pew*:
wow i was on the receiving end of so much love and compliments from my coworkers today that i froze up like a deer in headlights and just
"heh heh, what"
"oops, my bad bruh"
"it wasn’t me i swear"
"oh mah gah guuurl no you didn’t"
"Hey carl, look I’m a chicken"
"I only have one nipple"
"look what i can do!!~"
"tag you’re it! oh whoops haha tagged too hard"
"I’m about to rip your ear off"
Or caption it yourself.
I ordered Christmas gifts for myself. Half probably won’t be here before the 25th (that’s what I get for waiting), but I don’t care, I’m super excited.
I got an SnK hoodie, a couple Skyrim T’s, and you know, nerdy things I can’t find in any local store.
When they arrive, I shall pretend to be surprised.
“Wow, who’s this from," I’ll ask as I wrap them. Then I’ll write on the front:
"I wonder who sent these," I’ll say as I place them under the tree.
Christmas day will arrive and I’ll rip off the wrapping, exclaiming: “Just what I wanted! It’s like you knew!"
My family will be confused. They’ll look at each other with a question in their twinkling eyes: “Where did those gifts come from? I didn’t get those for her.”
the most accurate picture of the retail industry
Let me explain you a thing. I work at Chuck E. Cheese’s. It was 3 minutes until closing time (10pm). No one there except for the closers. A group of people walk in and I get a little miffed because, as I said before, it was 3 minutes until closing time. I mean, they didn’t even have any kids with them. They were full grown adults. What are adults doing at a Chuck E Cheeses this late anyway? They weren’t drunk, as far as I could tell. Anyway, one guy out of the group of 5 or so walked up to me and said he wanted to order a pizza. I said politely, “I’m sorry, we can’t do that, we close in 3 minutes.”
"I want to order a pizza."
Wtf did I just say, dude. “I said we close in 3 minutes. The oven was turned off about 10 minutes ago. It takes longer than 3 minutes to cook a pizza, and in 3 minutes—well now in 2 minutes—we’ll be closed. Your pizza wouldn’t be done until about 10 after.”
"You won’t make me a pizza?" (Note: not you can’t make me pizza He said won’t, like, oh, you’re not going to do this, hm?”)
At this point I’m done being polite with a guy who thinks it’s okay to walk in this late with a group of people (when I’m trying to close and you know, GO HOME, considering it was a busy day at work and I wouldn’t be out until at least 11pm with all the cleaning I had to do), and talk down on me. I’m a short girl, roughly 5’2, and this guy (who stood about a foot taller than me) was obviously trying to I don’t know, use his height as an intimidation/dominance/power factor. He was a jerk. He was being bossy. Well tough titty, sir, you’ve crossed the line and I’m not going to stand here and take this from you.
“No. This isn’t take out. We’re closing in 2 minutes.”
He turns around and goes back to his group. I go to the back and get the manager.
The rest of the story isn’t that important (the manager caved in and made them pizza. The group wasn’t out until 10:30). The point is that jfc, some people don’t give a rats booty about when you close or whether or not you’re trying to get home before midnight. And in my experience, some people like to use you and your position as a young, white, short, not so intimidating, minimum waged worker to try and get you to cater to their every need. I’ll be polite with you at first because it’s my job. But there’s a certain point where I stop being polite and start calling you out on your stupidity because I refuse to be the small adult woman who gets pushed around because you think your height and forcefulness is intimidating.
To accompany me in my rare episode of self pity and anger, I have made myself a large mug of hot chocolate, mixed with a hint of vanilla, topped with a heaping twisty tower of whipped cream, drizzled with rich hersheys chocolate syrup (wth i don’t even like chocolate that much), and then finally, sprinkled with just the right amount of cinnamon.
Self pity and anger taste delicious.
My ps3 hard drive or whatever crashed. i mean its kaput. Dead. Gone. It has gone bye bye. It won’t start up. The new motorstorm game is stuck in there since the disc tray won’t open. Maybe I’ll have to dissect it the ps3.
I can hear it… sobbing and choking on the dust it has bitten.
Why am i joking.
This must be how I cope.
My trophies are gone.
Saved data is gone.
SKYRIM DATA IS GONE.
RACING RECORDS ARE GONE.
WHATEVER I UNLOCKED IS GONE.
GONE GONE GONE ALL OF IT IS JUST POOF GONE LIKE IT NEVER EXISTED.
Hours lost. Days. Weeks. Months of accumulated playtime.
I think I’ll go sit in the corner and stare at the wall for a while.
Or maybe I’ll grab a couple bags of chips and eat my emotions away.
This song was like the final feels straw that broke the back of my Ukyo feels camel.
UKYO BBY TRAGIC TRAGIC EVERYWHERE ITS ALL OVER AND ITS MAKING ME SAD
MY THEME IS NOW OFFICIALLY CHRISTMAS-IFIED.
BRING ON THE JOLLY.
I was sitting on my bedroom floor while charging/listening to my ipod and saw a blank sheet of computer paper over by the keyboard. I stared at it for a minute.
"come to meeeee," it says.
"look how blank and fresh i am," it says.
"draw on meeeeee~"
I couldn’t resist its tempting whispers. Two hours later, Rin and Nitori end up on the paper.
Rin is walking down the hall, headed to his 10 am college class, and hears fast-paced footsteps coming from behind. He shrugs it off— probably just some kid running late— and continues his casual pace. But then he hears a word. A word he hasn’t heard in a while. A word with a screeching, high-pitched sound. It travels from behind, getting louder and louder until it feels as if it’s wrapped around his skull and is pounding on his eardrums:
TO BE CONTINUED.
And by that I mean I’ll post the picture later; I can’t find my SD card. Stay tuned followers *commercial break*
Ew I drew Levi’s cheek too big. it looks chubby.
It’s sucks, you know, taking forever to draw something and then seeing a flaw in it after you’ve shaded and darkened your lines.
Now I’m a little embarrassed for uploading it. I should have set it aside for a day and then took a look at it again later. That always seems to help me notice the flaws in my drawings; that and looking at it in a mirror flipped the other way around.
I DID IT.
I DREW SEIJURO WITH HIS HAIR DOWN.
But now I’m a bit apprehensive; I’m not sure if I got his hair length correct.
OH WELL I’M NOT GOING TO ERASE ANYTHING. I did it last night and I already darkened my lines. Too late for regrets. Too late. I’ll upload it once I find my camera.
lalalALA I feel like drawing
Maybe seijuro mikoshiba with his hair down
have i mentioned that his hair is amazing
because it is
his hair wins all the awards
you gorgeous person
wow what hair gel do you use
or does it just naturally grow in spiky tufts of fab
edit: here it is! I did it! Click!
cute boys on the internet
cute anime boys