I've been buying stuff to attend an extremely straight and Christian wedding and it's like. I had a black suit ready and got the ok but the groom accidentally ordered the wrong color suit (how do you accidentally order the wrong suit. Or not exchange it. I thought the bride had a color theme going on but now there's no theme ? Who knows.) so I had to get another outfit, and it's hard to find a suit in that color that fits me offline and I don't have enough time to do the back and forth from an online suit shop.
So I finally find a cheap enough jumpsuit that matches their theme or whatever and think whew. I'm all ready. but it doesn't end there!!! I gotta accessorize bc the outfit is plain. And I have to think of what to wear underneath to stay warm bc it's December in the Midwest, but something low enough that it won't show underneath. Sensible shoes, also bc it's December in the Midwest. Outfit doesn't have pockets???? Now I gotta figure out how I'm gonna hold all my stuff so I have to find a small bag. Istg women's fashion is just solutions to problems that they created 😭 and it just ends up being so expensive that I'm just like lol.
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it is December, girl!
no one:
not a single soul:
me: *looking outside the kitchen window, suddenly startled* Oh GOD! WHAT! THE! ACTUAL! FUCK?!
my boyfriend: what, what is it?
me: IT’S SNOWING!!! *proceeds to cry*
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It's the middle of the night. That's the first thing that goes through his mind at the knock. That it's the middle of the night and he's tired.
But he's told people before to bother him if they need him. Even at this late hour. But what greets him isn't a familiar face but a stranger.
The small doctor standing in the door on his fluffy robe. Staring for a moment. Processing. The planet has opened so recently it's only natural some ships just weren't ready for the weather. But all the same it's like a prickle on the back of his neck. A warning. Not that he knows why. It just feels off. Adjusting his tone a bit, he'd look the other over before turning his head for a moment. Back towards his room.
"Oh- hang on a tick, sugar-. Let me go get dressed and I'll come, okay?" And he shuts the door for a moment. Actually intending to get dressed. But along with that, he stows his mask into his jacket and goes back to the door. A soft smile plastered on his features. "Lead th' way~."
@xianzhou-craftsman || c.
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Superman would not snap and go kill-mode because of a loved one dying, or seeing himself as above us, or any of the other reasons comic-makers always say.
Superman would snap and go kill-mode because living your life with super-hearing on planet Earth would drive anybody right over the edge.
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i have never been more dedicated to absolutely and totally and wholly disregarding the canon story and lore with ANYTHING the way i am with jjk
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I'm tired of the idea that passing as a trans person is something you either are or aren't, that it is innate, and if you pass, you pass in every scenario otherwise, you don't pass, and if you don't pass, and it's because you aren't doing enough/aren't transitioning enough/aren't enough of your gender.
I'm tired of the idea that passing is this clearly defined phenomenon that happens to us all if we try hard enough, and that it's inherently our fault if we can't magically pass in every fucking scenario known to man.
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Hi I'm thinking about writing a h2g2 and gravity falls crossover fic. I saw your post awhile ago and I was wondering if you had any idea on how the two fords would interact.
Oooh this is a really good idea!
Hm, I haven't properly watched Gravity Falls in a while (I KNOW IM SORRY), but comparing their personalities from what i know they have a couple similarities and differences.
For first interactions I'm not entirely sure how or where, neither of them are naturally social but if someone were to start a conversation it would be Prefect, and once they realize they're both named Ford P. they'd hit off perfectly.
I think they'd love to go out for a small drink and talk about their outlooks on life, about space, their own traumas and relationships, about their research and studies with their respective books (Pines to the Journals, and Prefect to the Guide), and about their plans for future. This interaction could also be a lot funnier depending on the tone you wanted to take.
Ooooh they could also rant about their annoying family members (Zaphod and Stan)
They would also engage in an epic game of Dungeons & More Dungeons no doubt
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the wwii book. i had to put it down. i was crying too much. now i remember why i stopped reading theory, speeches, biographies, radical lit in general. because i would cry too much. i'll pick it back up after all the other books. maybe. but dear god.
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