That’s not all that went up.
So, after a day of hard work I took my laptop to the repair shop just around the corner only to find out that it will cost between $70 and $110 dollars for them to replace the cooling fan (if that’s even the crux of issue) and take anywhere from five to ten days for them to repair it. Miraculously, my friend’s dad won a Samsung tablet in a raffle and gave it to my friend and she’s generously allowed me to use it until I get my laptop back. Which means I get to keep rping if I can figure out how to work this darn thing!
I can hear my neighbour in the room beside me having very loud interactions with someone else (grunting, saying of dirty phrases, and lots of vigorous bed movement) and i’m just here sitting in my onesie eating pop tarts trying to watch pokemon
oh they must be redecorating
my neighbors redecorate all the time too
I just heard
"oh yeah baby, I like that"
sounds like your neighbour is good at redecorating
WE TRIED TO TAKE SOME PICS OF GEORGE WITH CHERRY BLOSSOMS FALLING IN THE AIR BUT WHEN THEY FELL HE MADE THIS FACE
A lot of dudes think women dress slutty for them, but honestly if men weren’t such fucking animals I would dress 300000% more slutty then I do now. You people ruin everything.
I wanna wear this shit outside god damn it.
Oh my god SO TRUE. I would constantly wear thigh highs and short skirts and underbust corsets because I look so fucking good. God forbid women like their OWN bodies, too.
For real !! like 90 % of my fucking wardrobe now is just for cam cause it’s too sexy to wear in public. Fucking bullshit. I use to wear thigh highs with garters with shorts a lot but I got sooo many comments. Fucking… people. You literally just saw the tops of my thighs. But all the dudes are like ‘Why wear that if you don’t want attention???’ cause i look fine as hell and I don’t give a shit about some fucking random broke ass dudes on the corner.
I can’t even express how much this describes my feelings. Bitch I wear my corsets and my fishnets and my heels the size you wish your dick was because they make me feel fucking fabulous, not because I want you to tell me how much you’d like to “smash” me.
Heels the size you wish your dick was.
WILF AND HIS ANTLERS ARE FINALLY APPLICABLE.
Iron Man (2008): Deleted Scenes
Tony Comes Home
can you imagine though, jarvis all alone in tony’s malibu house? jarvis who of course doesn’t have any physical form at all, jarvis who at this point occupies just the house and tony’s phone—jarvis, who is dependent on tony for everything, who lives essentially in tony’s pocket, suddenly being completely alone for the first time in his silicon life.
and every ten minutes on the dot for days and days and days he accesses the latest news reports, re-calculating and re-calculating tony’s chances at survival, endlessly running the numbers. and nobody told him to do that. tony’s house was empty and dark and nobody told jarvis to keep an eye on the news but he did. jarvis could have just spun down his hard drives and gone into hibernate mode, but he didn’t.
no, he watched the news. he stood vigil. he waited and he hoped that his calculations were wrong. that one day he would be able to say welcome home, sir once more.
It’s fun to chant “Bloody Mary” into your car’s side mirror three times and watch her jog and try to keep up.