i tried to fit it all but i couldn't

aislinnsiofra  asked:

Fuck customers. I was counting the register when some guy came up and asked to buy a pastry, and when I said I couldn't because we were closed, he tried to get me to give it to him for free. When I told him that doing that could get me and everyone else working that night fired, he threw a hissy fit and stormed off. It took all five years of experience and restraint developed from working in food service not to flip him off.

me: I should draw something that’s not rabbit for once
also me: immediately draws more rabbit

The Signs as Lana Del Rey lyrics - long version & astrological explanation
  • Aries: Maybe I like this roller coaster, maybe it keeps me high, maybe the speed it brings me closer, I could sparkle up your eye // Movement, speed, the thrill of the rush
  • Taurus: He likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Chateau Marmont, slipping on my red dress, putting on my makeup. Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes: he says it feels like heaven to him // Appealing to the senses, romantic subtleties, the finest things in life
  • Gemini: I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits 'cause I just don't care, you ask me where I been? I've been everywhere, now I don't wanna be nowhere but here // Dynamism, challenging personality, charismatic experiences
  • Cancer: In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an Angel living in the garden of evil, screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed, shining like a fiery beacon // "The Outsider" trying to fit in, doing their best
  • Leo: The power of youth is on my mind: sunsets, small town, I'm out of time. Will you still love me when I shine from words but not from beauty? // The need to love and be loved intensely & completely
  • Virgo: Lost but now I am found, I can see that once I was blind, I was so confused as a little child, tried to take what I could get, scared that I couldn't find all the answers // The desperate need to know and control everything
  • Libra: I got my red dress on tonight, dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight. Done my hair up real big beauty queen style, high heels off, I'm feeling alive // Just enjoying the moment, princess-style, alluring and dazzling
  • Scorpio: I'm feeling electric tonight: cruising down the coast going 'bout 99. Got my bad baby by my heavenly side, I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight // Feeling powerful, defying the law, the acceptance of death as something natural and the power of love
  • Sagittarius: I know that I'm a mess with my long hair and my sun tan, short dress, bare feet, I don't care what they say about me // "I woke up like this" and being blunt about it
  • Capricorn: He said to "be cool" but I'm already coolest, I said to “get real, don't you know who you're dealing with? Um, do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?” // Self-assured attitude, love for luxury
  • Aquarius: We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art // Love for freedom and art, the need to make a change, create something meaningful
  • Pisces: I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality... Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean // Adaptability, ever changing personality, emotional connection with the sea


Merry christmas @i-homeostasis 8′D IT IS I! YOUR SECRET SANTA!!

Obviously Asahi in a dress is something I can do harharhar - I hope it’s at least somewhat like you wanted it to be? I tried very hard to up the adorable factor /fistpump

happy holidays everyone u3u



part 3 and final of my galactic redesigns, ft. Actual Gundam Character Cyrus and grumpy old man Charon!  Notes under the cut!

other redesigns!

Keep reading


Here’s my horrible contribution for inktober!

I’m still trying to grasp the character design for the unholy trinity in both the preacher comics and tv show.

Merry Christmas from Subaru and the chibi-invaders in his present!!
Possible closeup of chibis later on Diabolik-Chibisins.
pls….no reposies :.D

“Tch…hurry up and take it already!!”

Sorry ‘bout the big watermarks, but I worked really hard on this~!
We hope ya all have wonderful holidays with your loved ones!



I think everyone should know about the Carrera Cartoon because it’s really cool 

This is a huge race/marathon that Cartoon Network Latin America organizes every single year, each year in a different capital of a different south american country, to promote exercise in kids. Kids basically tag with an adult each and run in different categories. There’s also a huge event with all the sponsors of the race and all the profits are donated to Unicef. Basically cool as can be, man

I didn’t get to run because I’m too old to fit any category (and when we tried to enroll my bro all the slots were taken), but the event is free to attend and you can actually get in the track with the runners without having to enroll, so I did follow the track. CN mascots were along the way and you could get photos of them. I’m so glad it hit my city this year!!!

Gracias @cartoonnetworkla por este evento tan espectacular! Espero poder correr con mi hermano menor la próxima vez que llegue la Carrera Cartoon a Bogotá!

I have a gift for my lovelies Marie and Sophie: a tribute to our long distance friendship. I want to say thanks to you. For all the smiles and giggles, for all the silly jokes and the cute posts. You both mean a whole lot to me, and I love you very very much. ♥ヽ(.•́ ᴗ •̀ .)

I thought it would be fitting if I made this gif with Daft Punk, since I met both of you through the blog I created for them. Its weird to think that I wouldn’t know either of you if I didn’t make that blog, or if you hadn’t messaged me way back when. I’m so glad you were brave enough to talk to me. :)

4681) I got paid recently so I decided to try and buy some male clothing. I went into the store and tried on many many pairs of jeans and shirts, but none of them fit right. The shirts were just awful. My shoulders weren't broad enough for even a t shirt. All the jeans had too small of waistlines. I couldn't even fit into a size 36. It made me feel so horrible. I started to break down and cry in the dressing room. It's moments like these that just make me dream of the day I can start T.
Preference: Christmas Eve
  • Harry: Christmas Eve with Harry was your favorite, not only because you got lots of cookies, but because you could convince Harry to let you open one of your gifts early. "Oh just pick one already!" Harry groaned. "Before I change my mind!" You stuck your tongue out at him, but finally settled on a small rectangular one. "Excellent choice." Harry murmured. Settling yourself next to him, you undid the paper as he popped another cookie in his mouth. Under the snowman paper was a blue velvet box, very expensive looking. Excited as you were, you frowned a bit, hating when Harry spent an excessive amount of money on you. "Just open it." Harry rolled his eyes, as if reading your mind. Slowly, you revealed what was inside. A small silver necklace sat, shining from the tree's lights. A heart and an infinity sign intertwined together. One side said 'forever' and the other one said 'always'. You smiled, gently running your fingers over the silver. Leaning up, you pressed a soft kiss against his lips, sweet from the cookies. "I love it." You mumbled.
  • Louis: "I see you!" You heard him call, and you squealed, running the other direction. A bright orange bullet whisked by your face, missing by an inch. Giggling, you hid behind a corner and held your gun to your chest. After shopping, and spending money, and hosting, and giving, Louis decided it was about time for you and him to relax. Of course, his definition of 'relax' was having a Nerf war. You weren't complaining though; you were winning. "Y/N!" He whined, voice drawing nearer. "C'mon Babe," You stifled a giggle, waiting for the footsteps...Now! Letting out your best battle cry, you bombarded him with bullets, taking him by surprise. He slipped backwards on the wooden kitchen floor, landing square on his back. "Ah-ha!" You straddled his stomach, holding the Nerf gun inches from his face. "Surrender, or face your doom." You used your best threatening voice. The corner of his lip lifted and amusement flickered in his eyes. "This is no laughing matter! I am not afraid to pull this trigger. "I'm sure you aren't Sweetheart," He chuckled. "You're just too cute to take seriously." You flexed your finger, making a bullet his him straight in the nose. "Hey!" He protested, making you giggle. "Whoops," You laughed, placing a kiss on the spot the bullet hit. "Slipped." "Yeah, yeah." He grumbled, frowning now. You set your gun down and leaned forward, resting your head in his neck. "Merry Christmas, Louis." You murmured. "Merry Christmas, my little fighter."
  • Niall: According to Niall, it wasn't a holiday without food. So on Christmas Eve, you stocked up on everything you could think of. Cookies, cake, ham, chicken, potatoes, pizza, and a dozen other things he named off. Way more than you'd need to host a party, but you took care of that by eating lots of it before hand. A nice fire roared and some Christmas music played in the background as you and Niall gorged yourselves. "I love your cookies." He sighed, pulling the blanket tighter around the two of you. "I can tell," You giggled. "They're all gone!" He pouted, but shrugged, realizing he couldn't fit anymore in his stomach if he tried. With a groan, he rearranged himself and fell onto your lap. "I ate too much." He announced. "I'll say." You teased, flicking his cheek gently. He swatted your hand away, only to grab it back holding it between his own. "You're freezing." He chuckled. "I know, I know." You shook your head. "Let me fix that." He offered with a smile, leaning up to kiss you.
  • Liam: "Liam! Liam! Liam!" You squealed, jumping on the bed with each word. He slowly came to life, rolling over. "Hmm, what is it?" He moaned sleepily."It's Christmas Eve, Liam! Chrstmas Eve! That's the day before Christmas!" Liam chuckled, rolling on his back to look at you. "I know what Christmas Eve is, Y/N. But, you know, it's also 5:30 in the morning!" "On Christmas Eve!" You pointed out, landing on your butt beside him. He smiled, though sleep still clouded his eyes, loving the excitement all over your face. "So, Y/N, what would you like to do today?" Liam wondered. "I thought you'd never ask!" You exclaimed dramatically. He laughed. "Well, first, I want to make peppermint hot chocolate for breakfast, and pancakes! But they have to look like gingerbread men. Then I want to make cookies, and put the presents under the tree, and play in the snow..." You rattled off the rest of your list, as Liam patiently listened. "And, if you'd pretty, pretty please let me, open one of my gifts, and you could open one of yours!" You finished with a smile. "Really?" He teased. "That's it?" You shoved him, making him laugh again. "Everything sounds lovely, but how about we start at seven?" He yawned, rolling over to trap you with his arm. "Liam!" You giggled, now laying on your stomach. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling. You wriggled back under the covers, rolling your eyes and kissing his cheek. "You're lucky I love you." You teased, snuggling into his warmth. "Very." You heard him murmur faintly.
  • Zayn: "Zayn," You whined softly. "You promised." He sighed. "I know Baby girl, I know. I'm doing everything I can, but I'm just not sure." You sniffled, curling up even further against his pillow, though his scent had long since faded, with the phone pressed to your ear. "I miss you. I want you home." You whimpered. You heard another sigh and some ruffling, and you could imagine him running his hands through his hair, even though he was literally on the other side of the world. Just this thought made a tear roll down your cheek. "Hey now, I don't want any tears from you." Zayn murmured gently. How he knew you had started crying was beyond you, but he did and that only made you miss him more. "Will you tell me what you got me for Christmas?" You asked. "Hmm." He teased, a smile in his voice. "Have you been a good girl?" You giggled, waiting for his verdict. "How about a give a clue." He offered. "Alright." You agreed, waiting. "It's from a beach, really far away from home..." You closed your eyes as he described his presents to you. Though you could care less what he got you, so long as he got home on time tomorrow.

einradfahrer  asked:

See, there were times I acted masculine before I realized I wasn't a guy... but that doesn't make me any less trans now that I realized it. Anybody else could be the same way and tbh I'd like to see Marco represented that way because gosh it'd help people like me feel so valid and real. I tried to force myself into my assigned gender but after a while, when I looked at all the factors, I realized I just didn't fit. Why couldn't Marco be the same way?


“I could give you a massage?” [Bandit OQ]

Dialogue drabble prompt from my dear darling mysterious-song: “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” Thank you Zoe! Mwah!

Regina has half a mind to lodge an arrow straight through his heart, the instant she sees his face for the first time.

Just her luck, that the man she’d once sworn to end, were they ever to meet, would be the one to rescue her from a similar fate. It doesn’t help matters that his stupid face is even more handsome than the wanted posters had suggested to her, every time she tore down the ones bearing her own image beside them.

Robin Hood smirks her way, and then gives her a full, uninterrupted view of his back as he takes his time with the reins, looping them into a tight knot around a wooden post. Close range, unsuspecting victim. She’s not likely to miss.

“You,” she snarls when he turns to her again. It does nothing to shake that self-satisfied smile of his, and she really should have taken that shot when she had the chance.

“At last we meet, milady,” he returns, eyes all a-twinkle. Jackass. He’d known all along who she was, hadn’t he? No wonder he looks so smug. Perhaps he’d been counting on it, saving her, to trap her into owing him a debt. How is she supposed to kill the man now?

To her supreme dissatisfaction, the harder she scowls, the wider his grin seems to grow. “I had the situation under control,” she insists, and it seems no matter how many times she’s told him so (three now, by her count—she can’t help that he’s likely as deaf as he’s stubborn), it may take several more to convince him of it.

“I rather disagree,” replies Robin Hood, patronizingly, as though addressing a small child. God, she can’t stand him. “And might I point out that nobody forced you to jump out of that carriage?”

Damn it. He has a point, doesn’t he? “Thank you for the reminder,” she snarls, again to no effect. “I think I pulled something when you carted me off so unceremoniously like that.”

“Well, if you’d been more graceful about it,” he shrugs, unsympathetic. She has every intention of stalking off in some dramatic fashion—she’s not entirely sure why they’re even at a standstill here, on this worn, stone path in front of some dingy old tavern—but as soon as she turns, that offending muscle in her back gives an angry little twinge, and she winces.

He looks contrite then, but her warning glare (she doesn’t need his help or his pity, after all) smooths his expression, and he’s all infuriating smiles once more when he inquires, oh so innocently, “Do you require a massage, milady? I’d happily oblige.”

“What I need is a drink,” she glowers, and his grin goes lopsided as he gestures her toward the tavern door.

“After you, milady.”