I just called my roommate an “ignorant diaper” for slightly misspelling the name of one of my characters, which she’s never seen written before.


Let’s see how she reacts.


My greatest talent is saying things that seem totally harmless or even sweet in my head and somehow getting read as a cold-hearted dickcheese.

It’s at the point where I would actually feel like it was some sort of semi-intentional gas-lighting scheme if it didn’t happen all the time, with all different people. Did someone secretly replace my face with a shitty robot one in my sleep when I was a kid? I swear there’s a super-empathetic sweetheart under there somewhere, it’s just that apparently I missed some basic tutorial on how to act like a person and I’ve just been doing a mediocre impression of one.


Pretty proud of myself for becoming fast friends with literally the one person on campus or really anywhere with whomever the mere existence of our friendship exponentially complicates my social life and plants the seed for untold drama.


We just get along so well!


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secretlifeofawasian:

foodchewer:

just got my first boner

Congratulations

thanks it was hard

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Interestingly, I’ve discovered that I absolutely cannot stand when people touch my cane at all without my permission. Like, a classmate pushed it a little when I had it propped against my desk so I could walk by and I just saw red. I mean, of course, I didn’t actually say anything, but it feels somehow even more invasive than having someone, say, just randomly touch my face. The damn thing’s really become a part of me.

So, uh, at least when it comes to yours truly: don’t touch people’s assistive devices. It feels like non-sexual groping and it’s weird.


Getting back into the Homestuck Hype the only way I know how: re-reading the entire damn thing as quickly as possible

Act 1 is so fucking brilliant, though. Never forget.


It’s happened. My hair is long enough to achieve Gay Baby Ponytail. I weep with joy.

Also it’s pretty tricky to photograph your own ponytail, apparently.

It’s happened. My hair is long enough to achieve Gay Baby Ponytail. I weep with joy.

Also it’s pretty tricky to photograph your own ponytail, apparently.


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dothemusicything:

New arrangement is posted! This one is of Gold Pilot, composed by First Turn Fold. The beginning of the original was used in [S] Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 1, but my arrangement is of the full 5-minute piece.

Oh my word…
I seriously teared-up during this. You have done what I’ve failed to: Arrange Gold Pilot in any cohesive way for solo piano. And it’s absolutely Gorgeous!
Thank you so much, my friend. It’s an honor to be so expertly covered!

Thank you! I just spent several minutes being very excited that you found this and liked it.  Thank you for having written the piece, and for your kind words. I enjoyed arranging and learning it, and it’s very rewarding to read feedback from the composer himself.

If you have any interest, here’s the sheet music for my arrangement.

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Basically you can tell who’s had hardcore acne and who gets the occasional zit because the latter will loudly bemoan the appearance of a single pimple whilst the former will never, ever, ever bring up anything that might draw attention to their skin during a breakout.


I am a glass case of emotional roller-coasters.


Unfortunately, I fear I may actually be the quirky best-friend in an edgy college drama.


It’s gotten to the point where I am genuinely as involved in the relationship between my roommate and the guy she’s not-yet-but-maybe-eventually-dating as either of them are.

am the wacky, slightly-invasive rom-com best friend, except I’ve gone and ingrained myself so good I don’t have to actively invade anything anymore, they bring it to me.


So it’s been almost two weeks since my Botox treatment and I’m just… holding my breath and waiting for it to kick in and my head to just dramatically flop back.

(to explain: neurotoxins were injected into multliple muscles in my neck to treat my movement disorder, it takes about two weeks to work, and, you know, paralyzing bits of your neck may have the side-effect of mild to moderate floppy-head syndrome)