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SweetSageTea

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a log of my thoughts on random subjects. (read out my posts at my funeral) [on ep. 115 of wtnv] (reblogs-> @sweet-sage-tea-reblogs)

Meganelympics: The Glasses Character Tournament (Round 1)

propaganda under the cut!

Jaehee Propaganda: Woman who is comically overworked by her boss, Jumin Han. She has a black belt in Judo and when dealing with Jumin's cat, Elizabeth the 3rd, she suffers immediately and the cat hair drives her crazy.

"Shoulder-throw, hip=throw, and of course, the best is Mr. Han-thr..."

-Jaehee Kang (One of the random messages on the game menu)

I'm going to see the barbie movie again and this time I decided that I did want to dress up for it.

I dug through the back of my closet, looking for something to wear and I found the most abhorrent hot pink puffer vest. One that I completely forgot I had. And I'm actually wearing it out for the first time ever.

And just the fact that I'm deciding to wear it makes me so happy because it feels like I'm finally secure in my gender. Because before, I've never worn it because it felt like it just...went against everything I am. But now, I'm wearing it.

have officially blocked the good omens tag until I can watch season 2 :)

I am doing me best to find a free day to binge the season, but until then, my dashboard will have to look like this:

hey someone please convince me that it's not actually frugal to continue to drink the expired milk in the fridge. there's almost an entire half gallon in there, and there's a very deep-rooted need to not waste it buried in my bones, but I'm suffering.

I was staring at my poster I got recently. It's a promotional poster for Across The Spider-verse. You know, the one where Miles is upside down, and the rest of the spider-people are right side up and gathered behind him.

and...there's a post going around about how the people on the left side of the poster, the side that Miles' suit is damaged on, are the people that are against him. And vice versa for the people on the right.

well, I have a bit of a question about that.

why the hell is The Spot on the right?

4 words

chest binder of holding

will elaborate later

okay so first off: if you know me in real life, no the fuck you don't

second: this is a chronicle of my varied experiences with a chain store called Spencer's told through bulletpoints

  • the first time I went to the mall, I was around seven, and was disallowed from entering Spencer's. I was, however, allowed in Hot Topic, so I was satisfied
  • a few years later was the first time I heard about someone my age (around 10) entering the mythical store and living to tell the tale. the tale's moral? never go to the back of Spencer's.
  • actually first entering Spencer's took me a while. well, it took me a very *manic pixie dream girl* best friend, limited adult supervision, and a shit ton of unhealthy food court food to get to this point. we were both like...12 or 13 at the time. she (manic pixie dream girl best friend) had already been in the store before, and had also explored the back of the store, so it was technically "safe", if not risky. I agreed to go in with her, but wisely stayed away from the back.
  • at around 14 I was not only comfortable with going into Spencer's, but enjoyed shopping near the front of it, looking at the t-shirts and glassware and the poster rack up front. nothing remarkable here
  • 15. it's a hot summer day, and me and my father are at the mall. neither of us get out much, and both of us are good christian folk (well, I wasn't, but he didn't need to know that.) he suggests we go into this newfangled Spencer's store. I, like a fool, agree. "It's a cool store!" I say, "Just don't go to the back." he doesn't comment. we enter, poking around at the various items near the front. I'm an expert at pulling his attention towards the items that are less edgy. more...tame. he starts to move towards the back. I follow, too scared for him to be all "Hey, where'd you go? You shouldn't wander off, what if you get kidnapped?" on me. we enter The Back of the shop. he sort of just stands there. in a daze. "Are you finding everything alright?" an employee asks. briefly, I believe in the Christian God once more. me and my father walk out of the store. we never talked about it afterward.
  • today: at the mall with my mother. it's a free day, neither of us have work, so we decide to go shopping. we'd just gotten out of Hot Topic (my mother LOVES nightmare before christmas, and she knows that there's quite a bit of merchant for it present in there) and she wants to go into Spencer's. both of us, getting out moderately often, and being decidedly Not good Christian folk, head into the store. we're there for a bit. I find a nice pair of sunglasses but don't buy them, she finds a cool cup but doesn't buy it, general mall experience. my eye catches on a particular section in the back, but I'm subtle about it. we leave the store, and I say to my mother "I'll give myself until we leave to see if I still want those sunglasses." and she agrees that it's a good idea. this gives me an out for entering Spencer's without her. finally, it's time to leave. or, rather, it's "Welp, it's getting a bit late. Maybe we can go get dinner before heading home, yeah? I don't know what restaurants are around here, but I'm sure we have to leave soon so that they don't close on us." time. I tell my mother "Hey, I kinda want those sunglasses still. I'm gonna go grab them." and she says "Alright, I'll wait outside."
  • I head for the back, and poke through the particular section at the back. it takes a little bit, but one of the employees asks if I'm finding everything alright. I ask for suggestions, and she goes into the back and grabs one that I'm looking for. it's in a bit of a large package, but the item itself is quite small. I thank her, my heart racing because I'm awkward as hell. I bring it up to the counter, grabbing the pair of sunglasses as well, and I pay. again, I thank her profusely and shove my stuff in my pocket. first part of the plan is done.
  • me and my mother walk around some other stores, and she mentioned that I took a while in Spencer's. I say that the employees were quite busy with a customer, and refuse to elaborate. around a half hour later, I leave fore the restroom. entering the stall, I take out the Item, looking at the information on the package and doing my best to memorize it, before tossing the package, and just keeping the item. I stare at it for a bit, wondering how to hide it on my person. in my pocket, it would create a...slightly lewd outline. so, I think.
  • sidenote: my chest binder barely works on me, basically acting as a really fucking tight sports bra. so there's a bit of room in between my boobs. enough room for, say, this item that I can't really have anyone realizing I bought. so, taking inspiration from many tit-havers before me, I stick it in my chest binder.
  • ...it's there for quite a few hours, as we still had quite a few stores to hit. it was uncomfortable, but it didn't show, so I was happy. finally, after hitting three more stores in the mall, two stores outside of the mall, and grocery shopping, I finally get home and retrieve it. finally, I'm safe.

and that's my experience with the chain store Spencer's.

hey what's up with youtube having intros and outros to ads now??