pretty rave girl

By weird dub, do you mean the 4kids one which like edited out guns and blood and made every character make puns all the time? Because that's the weirdest dub I know of and the one that most English speakers found first... Which has led to a lot of those same people thinking One piece was not a good series.... So if that's the one, I wholeheartedly understand why you couldn't get through it.

Yep that's the one honestly from what I remember it was like a pg version of an abridged series it wasn’t great

"my boyfriend's a bio major-- he'll cut you up into tiny little bits--" is my new favorite threat

heehee

no cuz i was just thinking about that tho

Hitori's Theory of Happiness

went to the doctor's 💥

bad news: still have that unknown chronic condition

good news: RAHHHHH TESTOSTERONE RAHHHH HRT CONSULTATION SCHEDULED RAHHH TESTOSTERONE RAHHH RAHHHHGHHHH

I used to imagine Leo passing out almost right after losing his arm, UNTILLL I had the luxury of meeting the angst-demon possesed artists of this fucking fandom!! Hereby, I would like to specially thank YOU, Lizzie, very much, for making Leo go through the immense physical pain of amputation while fucking bleeding out, on top of his bloody hell of a fresh trauma and shock. Wow, and here Leo is still too devastated and grieved to feel anything much, yet. At least, he is able to cry.

YOURE SO WELCOME HAHAHAHA, I saw ppl doing their own interpretations of the future and how everything went down, so I figured hey I’d do the same thing

custom controller handle tests

eheheh

Man my dream was fourteen kinds of weird. Dream me went “rice tortillas r real”

wtf how did i just get so focused on drawing that time went from 12am to 2:30am wtffff????

I think it would be neat if there was some entrance from Orzimmar to the surface where there was, like, an adjustment station, kinda. Like you'd leave the thaig and be in a stone building that's just got, like, ambient sunlight filtering in from hidden windows, vents to let the breeze in, beds of local plants that do well without sunlight. Have it be like a hotel so there's food and beds and stuff, in the case of cold feet. And have that building, as it goes on, get more and more open, kind of easing the people in.

Have it be kind of secluded, maybe in the forest, so people can have whatever reaction they need to when they're finally out in the open. Little cottages tucked around, for people to stay in if they don't have someone waiting for them or an immediate destination. Transportation to nearby towns or cities.

Maybe even a town close by that has the basics and can provide training for those who need it - farming, cooking with surface ingredients, hunting, etc. A Bann wise enough to keep that town safe from gawkers and people who would take advantage. And surface dwellers can come to that town to learn from the dwarves - culture, food, trade, crafting. Resources for dwarves who come up with nothing to their name but the clothes on their back.

So yeah, who wants to see fairy Mumbo?

the curse of adhd:

i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text

i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text

Despise having a crush. Despise it more than I actually actively socialise with this man for four hours a week at least.

healing is when you have an intrusive thought and instead of having a meltdown you go “girl what?? shut up” and move on

@lt-ghxst What is a man without dreams? Without a purpose? What is a man if he didn’t strive for better than the muck he was born into? Could he call himself a man if he simply gave up and crawled through the mud he called home?

William Russo was a man who had always wanted more. Better. A purpose. A boy with a dream of old Hollywood and a life that was worthwhile. A man that clawed and fought, never giving an inch, never uttering excuses and even when all odds seemed against him.. He laughed and carved out a place for himself anyways.

Now the world bent to his will. An empire cradled in the palm of his hand. He had bled for this life he created, he had looked death in the face and told him he’d see him tomorrow. Now they share whiskey and laugh about those who still thought they could harm him. It amused him they still thought they could take the crown from his head. They should have put a bullet between his eyes when he had been a young upstart. The time to seize power from him had long passed.

He was a made man who stood for something. He’s known for being fair, for being reasonable and though there's no hesitation in him when it comes to doing what needs to be done.. He had rules. Rules that weren't allowed to be broken. He ran his little kingdom differently than anyone else who came before him. He was different. He was heartless in all the ways a man in his position needed to be but remembered that once upon a time he had been a kid abandoned to the system.

He had power. He had money. There was nothing he lacked.

Except perhaps love. But he viewed it as useless. He had his physical needs met whenever the urge struck but there was no need for emotions in his line of business. It always seemed to end badly for all parties involved. Though that never seemed to stop the men working under him from trying to set him up with.. Anyone. He had thought at this point.. There'd be no one left. Yet here they were, motioning across the floor towards one of the body guards. A new hire actually. Had good referrals, better connections, and didn't show an interest in the goings on around him during his weekend trial. And that was an important skill to have when working in a sex club. "..First.. He's on the payroll. That's not a good look. Second? A man that looks like that? Has someone." Doesn't matter he's never seen the young man's face, that mask he wears, hiding his features, he fills out jeans and a black t-shirt like a walking wet dream. He had someone. Or a handful. And Billy was too old to deal with any drama.

Except for the rest of the damn night.. He couldn't keep his eyes off of him. He's a living, breathing piece of art. It's a busy night in the club, there's acts of every sort happening around him, the usual show on the stage and all he could focus on was the masked man. He's through his third glass of brandy before he realizes he's been openly staring at him for the last five minutes, devouring him like a feast laid out in front of a starving man.

There's only one thing to do. He knocks back the rest of his glass and moves to him. Hadn't he just said it wasn't a good look to hit on an employee? Clearly he wasn't listening to his own words. Long strides find him in front of the man before he's even decided what he's going to say. And once in front of him? His scent is heady, earth and rain clinging to him, fresh and.. Tempting. "..Fourth room in the back. The only red door." He slides a key into his pocket before he turns and disappears into the crowd.