omg omg omg!!!!!

“Seriously, my best friends don’t even call me by my first name. Hell, I’m not sure they even know my first name.”

*incoherent screaming* I had the absolute joy of being able to commission @projectnelm for an illustration of my Shepard and I’m so psyched with how she turned out. Look at her! All ready to save the universe and punch bad guys in the face!

I can’t praise @projectnelm enough, she’s amazingly talented and lovely to work with. Thank you so much!


THEY’RE SO HAPPY SHE FINALLY DID IT!!!!! (well, most of them are lol)

based on keiiros​’s draw the squad post!


about episode 3x01!

anonymous asked:

Mimi I just realized something ! Since September is both JK's and RM's birth month maybe the comeback will coincide with one of their birthdays? Just like how the wings comeback stage was on Jimin's Bday last year and the beginning of the Wings tour was on JHope's Bday earlier this year?? Should we expect something on one of their bdays again??

Originally posted by kurochan3

If this ends up being true, you are a genius!

When being the class clown backfires.

went to a Catholic Military high school back in the late 90’s and was a noted class clown. I was known to eschew the dress code and grooming standards with flagrant but petty violations, and just kind of stick it to the military admins who put a lot of stock in following rules and orders. Here’s some examples:

  1. Coming in without shoes on - it was always a bet to see if they’d send me home or give me new shoes from the supply closet. They never sent me home, and I think I was given three new pairs of dress shoes in my senior year.
  2. Having facial stubble for uniform inspection in the morning (done by the JROTC students in our class) and getting a fail (have to report to 1st Sergeant for explanation), and then using an electric shaver before reporting to the sergeant. I’d always do this for the inspecting students I really didn’t care for, who would get an earful from 1st Sergeant for failing me when I was obviously clean shaven.
  3. Repeatedly calling military personnel by the wrong rank, and sometimes calling the brothers “monks” and “rabbis”. This was great because it’d always result in demerits and I’d regularly get demoted, which leads to:
  4. Constantly stealing ranks and medals from the supply closet (when they’d bring me there to get new shoes). I didn’t care about getting demoted because I always had a fresh set of higher ranks to wear.

I was a solid B and C student for most of my time there, but senior year I was dangerously close to failing Physics (I think - it’s been a long time and some of the details are hazy). I wound up passing the REGENTS exam, but the head Brother informed me that for me to get a passing grade for the class I’d need to attend summer school.

This really sucked because it was our last summer before college, and summer school started promptly at 7am and lasted through late July. But, for the first four days it really didn’t seem that bad. Generally it was myself and some fellow underachievers just kinda hanging out for four hours, no focus on academics at all.

On the last day of the first week the head Brother walks in and says:

“Mr. Popjr, what are you doing here?”

“I was told I needed to be here to pass.”

He smiled deviously at me and said “Oh?”

Those fuckers had pranked me back and had me attend a week of summer school when I didn’t need to. I had passed the class, but grades hadn’t been mailed out yet, so I had no idea.

I wasn’t even mad - it was pretty awesome of them to get the last petty jab in before I’d leave the school for good.

I obviously don't work here, but sure I can ring you up!

I was standing in the ice cream aisle holding a six pack of beer and one of cider, and a couple bags of chips, trying to decide if I wanted to bring ice cream sandwiches or maybe some jerky for game night. I had just gotten off from my other job so I was wearing black slacks, a white dress shirt and a black tie, with a very obvious pin showing where I worked.  

I hear a slightly condescending “Excuuuse me.” from the side of me. Looking over I see a slightly overweight middle aged woman with one of those ‘I’d like to speak to your manager haircuts’.  

I step back a few steps to let her pass and go back to my internal debate. After a few seconds she hasn’t moved and I hear the most obnoxious, entitled, “HELLLOOOOOOOOO, Earth to jackass!!!”  

I look at her and she says with extreme impatience dripping with venom, “The lines are way too fucking long, you need to ring me up, I know you’ve got a free register in the back somewhere. I have things to do, ring me up NOW!”  

I don’t work here, but you know what, I worked retail technical support at the time and I had a really shitty day, dealing with people exactly like her… “Oh, I’m so SO sorry ma'am, I thought you were just trying to get by.” Reaches into cabinet and grabs a thing of mint skinny cow ice cream sandwiches(Not on a diet, but those things are damn good.)  

Let me just get these ice cream sandwiches to the disabled lady up front waiting for me and I’ll ring up you up over there in the home & decor section.“ Points to farthest corner of the store where no reps go and no registers are "Again I’m so sorry, I will even hand these return items off to another associate to put away and I will be RIGHT over!”  

“Well, fine. Please be quick, I have shit to do you know.” and she walks away.  

I took my items up front to check out, waited all of 3 minutes in line and then went on my merry way. It’s amazing that some people just assume a random bystander is the person that can help them and then treats them like shit without even knowing who they are. Fuck that lady and people like her.