Sailor Moon Sailor Senshi by NoFlutter
Sailor Moon Sailor Senshi by NoFlutter
these are gundabad wargs they will outrun you
THESE are rhosegobel rabbits!
And they don’t seem terribly concerned.
Skirt with big bow pockets! The shirt is my gemstone print on black, with a burlappy bolero. These colors got totally nutty when compressed but oh well.
Usually when people do that “you’re special” crap I tend to roll my eyes.
But when Mister Rogers said it…
That’s because Mister Rogers meant it.
Mister Rogers genuinely cared about everyone and that’s why he will forever be the best. All of my feels.
True fact: He was considered to be one of the hardest people to interview, because he would turn it around and ask questions about the interviewer with genuine interest. Asking about their children and spouses, their dreams of the future, etc.
PLEASE CREDIT THE ARTIST; THE MERTAILOR!! HE SPENDS A LOT OF TIME ON THESE TAILS AND THEY ARE HOW HE SUPPORTS HIMSELF AND HIS BOYFRIEND!! CREDIT ARTISTS! ALL OF THESE TAILS ARE HANDMADE BY HIM!!
His website is :https://www.themertailor.com/
His Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mertailor
This is really well done.
This. Is. Genius.
I have a mighty need for that red and gold corset!
oh the enemies I would slay while wearing the pink one…
So this is why modern people don’t hand write letters.
I decided to write a letter to someone as part of a rather prolonged and silly joke. Sue me, I like to have a laugh. I got the letter done about a week or so ago and had no stamps. No biggie, who even keeps stamps around for regular use?
Acquire stamps. Crap, I don’t have the address I need… ummm *text person known to have address of person to whom I am writing* Who even keeps address books anymore, amirite? *recieve address* Woo hoo!
Now we just slap the sealing wax on and drop it in the mail. Where my seals at?
*Checks toolbox of Art stuff* Nope not there…*checks zippered box of Artsy Doom* No, not there either even though my chop and red ink from China are in there… *Proceeds to dig around room for 15 minutes* FFS I own TWO of the stupid things!!
*finds both seals in a box of random crap they have no business being in* Ok so matches are in the kitchen… In… the drawer… where are the damn matches???
Quick side track I know that an average, rational human being would, at this point cut their losses and mail the damned letter as it was with no sealing wax. It’s not a big deal. The planet will not explode if there is no seal on this letter that, in the grand scheme of things isn’t, even that important. This is not a wedding invite or national security secrets… hell, the letter itself isn’t even that funny. A rational, reasonable, well-adjusted person would say nevermind and move on with life.
I am clearly none of these things.
*spends another 15 minutes rummaging around for something I swear to God I saw just two days ago in THAT drawer!*
OK find a lighter. So we light the little wick on the sealing wax annnnd…. it goes out almost immediately….
Relight and reattempt… ok we’ve got some meltyness happening!
Seriously? What is that?
OK come one lets get going here I haven’t got… well I’m off so theoretically I do have all day but lets get a move on.
*Tiny drip… tiny drip… drip drip*
OK that last one wasn’t even in the neighborhood of where I needed… ok lets just… ok nice biggish puddle… wait how long do i have before this stuff sets? Oh good lord just stamp the thing and be done. *stamp* Success! Wait now its stuck… umm… *gently tugging* Crap… *wiggle wiggle… pull?… * Aha! Done! In the mail and get out of my face.
So in conclusion when I say I mailed a letter today I mean I Mailed. A. Damn. Letter. All I need now is a gif of some Jane Austen character judging me. *headdesk*
If I were smart I’d put all my letter writing accoutrement into one box to make this easier on myself nad not turn the whole thing into some Three Stooges sketch. If I were smart.
a while back, ghostbong bought a very cheap, very used Roomba from craigslist. ”so, you’re going to ‘hack’ this, right?” said the man at the parking lot rendezvous. but we just wanted a vacuum. since then, the addition of the word “robot” to our casual, every-day lexicon is…