Hey Judy! How did ya loose ya money to get ya wifi back? I'll try to commission ya real soon.
My mom and my stepdad were unfortunately very short on funds and had been unable to pay the bill for a little while. There was 2 months worth of payment needed and without going into specifics, it WAS more than I was expecting. However, since an internet connection is basically required for me to be able to do the shit that gets me paid what little I get paid anyway, I thought I would chip in and help get the bill paid for now while everything is kinda working to get back on its feet.
This, unfortunately, meant dipping into my savings I had been building up for a few months. And dipping into MOST of it. All-in-all, I don’t regret it of course, and it wasn’t something that was ASKED of me. I offered. So I’m not too upset about it. Just a little bit of a bummer that it took such a huge chunk out of it.
With that being said, I’m already on my way to building it back up to what it once was and hopefully i’ll be back in good shape soon. If anyone is feeling generous and would like to help out, I can use whatever help I can get.
I’m offering voice commissions, open indefinitely, and I’m willing to record anything from personal messages, character lines, impressions, and anything in between that I decide I’m comfortable with. You can see details at http://knittinggiantbeanies.tumblr.com/commissions
And if you’re willing to help on more of a recurring level, and get some potentially cool little bonuses to go along with it, I also have a Patreon and really every contribution means so much to me. It can be as little as a dollar a month! https://www.patreon.com/KnittingGiantBeanies
that if the worst problem you have is that you have to get up from your tumbling to go get ready for a school fundraising party wherein a whole bunch of suburban moms start out talking about their kids’ extracurricular activities but then get turnt af on $11-a-bottle chardonnay and end up dancing like a pack of assholes to the kind of music I only hear at the gym, that you’re doing all right, but – godDAMN do I not want to go to there. I have to 1) put on makeup, 2) pretend I give an airborne fuck about soccer vs. gymnastics vs. hockey or whatever else these fuckin people do with their time, and 3) not spiral about XF s11, my Special Feelings about GA, and/or the amount of space Gillovny takes up in my brain. Send me good vibes, y’all … I need your strength to tuck into my party clutch alongside my lip-plumping gloss.
a little while back i showed a customer their sketch before they paid, to make sure that i could swing what they wanted, and they never replied and i’m pretty fuckin sure they just took the free sketch and ran
Do you think you'll retake your throne as the Princessing Queen when you return?
EH. I dunno if I’d go back to my old company now that I’ve ~seen the light~ of running my own business. Dunno if I’ll establish my company again when I move because where I’m moving is already pretty oversaturated in princesses. I’ll probably just do charity / look into volunteering at hospitals or something to make use of the costumes I already have!
Warnings: fluff, Sam pouting, swearing, a bit of innuendo
Summary: set during 11.05 “Thin Lizzie” - you, sam, and Dean debunk the mystery of the Lizzie Borden house, much to Sam’s disappointment.
Lizzie Borden’s room was the epitome of classic New England style. Flowery wallpaper, bedding, and frilly decorations, complete with the ornate, well-built furniture. You could deal with it. Dean, apparently, couldn’t.
“I don’t know where to put my eyes. I think I’m gonna throw up.” He coughed as you followed Sam (the only one with a paranormal fetish) into the room. Sam didn’t seem as caught off-guard by the decor as you, but he eyed the frilly pillows with some level of distaste.
“We’re surrounded by doilies. They’re everywhere.” He gazed around, a mixture of awe and disgust on his face.
You sighed and crossed your arms “Guys, it’s just a bit of flowers and lace.”
Dean turned to you. “Yeah, you think the innkeeper might have mentioned this before he ripped us off?”
Constant unnecessary use of the website ‘Let me google that for you’
“I’ve never seen something so illegal in my life.” “I know, isn’t it beautiful?”
“No, no, everything’s fine Shiro!” *Something blows up in background* “Everything is f i n e”
*Invading a Galra base, stealth is key* Pidge: “Red Robin” Matt: “Yum”
*One of the lions crashes* Matt, back at the castle: “Should’ve switched to Geico”
“Katie, I know that this is sudden and I know that you have no reason to trust me but I need to borrow your ipod.” “Sure, whatever” *Two hours later; It’s A Small World can be heard blaring from Lance’s room, the door is dead locked, he cannot escape, the others can hear him screaming*
Matt wakes up from a nightmare and can only fall asleep again once he’s listening to Pidge’s heartbeat,
Pidge wakes up from a nightmare and only goes back to sleep listening to Matt breathing
“We respect you, we even like you, but if you do something like that again you will never be able to tell which one of us you’re talking to.”
“LIKE A GOOD NEIGHBOR STATE FARM IS THERE!” *The green lion crashes through the wall, people are screaming, there is chaos and fire*
“Soo… did you ever tell mom you were, uh, leaving?” “…shit.” “You’re so dead.” “SHUT UP” “I will cry at your funeral.”
“Hey Katie?” “Did you hear that, Shiro?” “Katie” “It sounds like…” “Oh my fucking–Katie!” “Sounds like a little BITCH”
“If we are to die, let us die looking like a 70′s country band”
“Hunk, we have an idea.” “Nuh uh, nope, no, not listening, you can go ask Lance I’m not doing it–” “But you’re taller than Lance!” “Uh huh, but the last time you two asked me to help we were covered in food goo and the dishwasher exploded.”
“Well, back at the Garrison I had this friend–” *Startled, awed, almost teary gasp* “Y-you had friends????” “Course I did, I paid them ten dollars an hour. Anyway–”
“Shiro and I will be fine.” “I mean, you guys don’t have the best track record…”
“If you die I’m going to play Bannaphone on repeat at your funeral.” “You monster.”
“Here Lies Matt, he died because he jumped in front of a fully armored Paladin of Voltron because he’s an idiot.” “Heh, love you too.”
“… Matt?” “Yeah?” “You ever think we’re gonna find dad?” “I… the universe is a big place, but you still found me.” “So there’s hope?” “There’s always hope.”
I needed a Danvers Sisters scene after last nights episode since we’re likely not going to get one.
So I wrote one.
Part of the Family by BridgetteIrish
Kara pounded on Alex’s door. “Alex, let me in.” There was no response. She shifted the donut box and coffee holder to her other hand and tried the doorknob. Locked. Alex never locked her door. “Alex, your bike is parked out front, I know you’re still here.” She knocked again. “I’m sorry,” her words caught in her throat and she forced them out through hot tears. “Alex, I’m sorry. Please, just talk to me.” She was tired of crying. Tired of being wrong, of being right, of being responsible. She wanted her sister back, like it was before. Before everything had changed. “Please,” she whispered.
Super late post. I haven’t made any personal posts in a while.
Went on a POT date with this asshat. I destroyed my phone (gifted to me by another POT) two days before I met up with him. He got it fixed for me then we went to dinner and a jazz concert. Very lovely. He also honored my gift request to show he was interested. All very good signs. He also gave me $160 for “gas” because I confessed that I enjoyed partaking plus money to cover my travel expenses.
We talked morning to night everyday. He kept making sexual references which was annoying because he refused to talk about allowance. After jazz, he wanted me to come to his house. I declined. This forced him to finally talk about allowance. I gave him the option of monthly or per meet. He then proceeded to try to convince me that I just come over anyway because he paid for gifts. I explained to him for the 200th time that gifts and allowances are not interchangeable 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃. Gifts are a choice and though they would ensure that I’m happy as his baby, I still required an allowance for intimacy. He finally offered me $600/month for 6 meets. Again, I declined and he was so mad he turned red. He proceeded to tell me that all he needed to do was get back on tinder and change the age range to get another baby and that being a sugar baby was a cultural thing because all the black girls are sugar babies. I informed him that not only was that racist, but manipulative and untrue and that if he could find a black sugar baby willing to show him the same graciousness I showed him for $600/month that he shouldn’t waste his time with me.
I got in my car and he texted me to make sure I was home safe. However, the next day he sent me a super NASTY 7 page text about how I’m a dirty “prostitution” that scammed him. I kindly told him that the correct word was PROSTITUTE and that not only did he need to chill because he was the one at a disadvantage for needing to pay for companionship anyway, but that he also needed to pick up a dictionary and come again. I sent him a list of words he misspelled/mispronounced with the correct phonetic spelling and bid him a good day.
>> chris << yeah? >> i saved up for that dress >> but the urban decay palatte i want is on sale at sephora >> what do i do << go get the dress. i got you >> chris.. << 😉 >> CHRIS >> CHRIS YOU ARE NOT << yeah i am absolutely not lol that shit is expensive