-A woman asked me to deduct change from a precious purchase of hers off of her current total, handing me an old receipt for validation. I think the world may finally have found the ultimate shopping strategy.
-In the middle of her purchase, a woman wordlessly walked around the register, looked at my butt, and returned to where she had been and continued paying. As a man, I am not used to this sort of treatment. As a human being, I am very confused, and even more upset.
-A four year-old told me that she did not go to Walmart. I told her that this was probably for the best. It’s best if we try to teach them young.
-An elderly woman, amidst a series of vague yet disconcerting threats, angrily demanded that I do not scratch her purchase of two-dollar plastic tubs. Shortly afterwards, she requested I hand her the coin change first, only to pull her hand away as I attempted to do so and shout at me for dropping her change. I am not sure at what point it happened, but sometime in this shift I successfully crossed into the Twilight Zone. I look forward to my swift and safe return.
-I watched on as a woman purchased over $2,300 in home decor, picking up a mountain of gorgeous rugs, furniture, and general miscellany. She may not know it yet, but she has a new roommate, and he runs a blog about Target.
Disc 1 of FFVIII took place in the span of a day and a half and your rival permanently scars your face, your school sends you to war for an assignment, you’re hired to kidnap a president, and directed to assassinate a sorceress and honestly if that’s not an example of going a mile a minute I don’t know what is
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leia Organa/Han Solo Characters: Leia Organa, Han Solo Additional Tags: relationships, Through the Years, Self-Recrimination, Bickering, i’ll add some happier tags in the next scene Summary:
A miscellany of Han and Leia scenes through the years.
“Can I ask you a weird question” is one of my least favorite lead-ins to a conversation because I live in constant fear of how weird the question is going to be. I’d rather be obliquely insulted by my friends about my chest size a thousand times than have to field one real-life inquiry into whether I draw comics about cat yaoi on the Internet!