An incurable reader and slack-ass writer working on finding my way back to the things I love. Proud owner of an inappropriate sense of humour, casual geekhood, and a wealth of random usually pointless trivia making any pub quiz night a riot and a half.
There will be whatever I'm currently watching, Steampunk, girls, books, gorgeous far off places, and whatever has taken my fancy reblogged. Usually with commentary.
And be prepared for a LOT of Nikki & Nora as this is definitely an N&N appreciation blog. Additionally heaps of Rookie Blue, Person of Interest, Marvel-verse, and god knows what the hell else. With the re-release and new anime coming out, there may be an explosion of BSSM eventually...
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Reading fanfiction is the worst because you start out with “I’ll just read this cute one shot” then suddenly it’s four am and you have 12 tabs open and you’re crying again because THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY WHY CANT THEY JUST BE HAPPY
Shaving your legs. More like yoga in the shower with razor blades.
I was gonna put this in tags, but decided fuck it:
I’m currently laughing so hard I’m practically wheezing because a couple years back: this was so true. Except, I almost killed/seriously maimed myself. One minute I was upright, doing this yoga-with-razor-blades, and the next, I’m practically on my head, feet up in the air, still holding onto the razor in my hand and trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Seriously, I went from upright to upside down in a flash (heh) and it is the strangest fucking thing when suddenly: you’re on your head/shoulders.
I of course busted out laughing. For 2 reasons. A) it was hilarious. B) after the god awful ruckus caused by me slipping, and ending up completely inverted, I figured signs of life would be a good thing so my brother didn’t come investigate and witness me bare ass naked, upside down, still holding a razor, howling with laughter. Okay, it was that mental image that made me laugh harder.
Moral of the story: please be careful.
To this day, I have no idea how I didn’t end up looking like a slasher film victim (and when I retold the story to a mate, she just stared at me in horror and whispered I was her most disturbing friend). I did end up with some amazingly wicked bruising banding across my mid back and ribs. How the fuck I didn’t crack ribs I again don’t know.
But yeah. Dangerous stuff, razor shower yoga. Dangerous and potentially hilarious.
IF YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I’M GONNA LISTEN TO YOU EXPLAINING TO ME ALL THE DIFFERENT REGIONAL ACCENTS/DIALECTS OF YOUR NATIVE LANGUAGE AND SHOWING ME THE EXACT LINGUISTIC DIFFERENCES TO RELATED LANGUAGES then you are absolutely right make yourself comfortable i’ll just bring the popcorn and then we can proceed