couple-a-nerds

Before I moved up here, a friend of mine who had managed a couple nerd stores down in CA (first a GW and then an independent shop) had a bunch of product she wanted to move. The guy who actually owned the nerd store she’d managed had really screwed her over and I *think* she maybe helped herself to some of the stock since he hadn’t paid her the actual money he owed her. I didn’t ask questions- plausible deniability and all that.

So anyway yeah I literally met her in a mostly empty parking lot in front of where her old GW used to be and gave her like $20 cash for a huge fuckoff gallon baggie full of assorted citadel paints- she was originally going to charge two dollars per pot but just wanted it gone. So i got like 35 illicit paints for 20 bux in a darkened parking lot.

…and that’s the story of why I lucked into having all the fiery colors I need to paint the Emperor’s Sword after all, when I wasn’t at all sure I had them until I went and rooted through all my paints.

anchoredsims  asked:

Thorne, Space, Ocean, City, or Forest?

Oh gosh… Ciano is going to give me that look haha. We got close being a couple of NERDS in an Astronomy class. I’ve always been so fascinated in the stars & planets so definitely space!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.