remember on ff.net when the authors used to have arguments with the characters in the authors notes
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remember on ff.net when the authors used to have arguments with the characters in the authors notes
I am so guilty of doing this it’s not even funny. Oh man, those were the days.
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So there’s this great 1940s yaoi webcomic called “Grave Impressions“ that I got the first book of at ACEN this year. The creators are great, and the story is really interesting so far. They’re hosting a year anniversary contest, so I thought I’d take a crack at it :) And you should definitely read the webcomic!
Summary: The most important rule of the one night stand is to not get attached to who you’re “standing” with. Unfortunately, Napoleon is never one to follow the rules.
Notes: I’m fairly certain it hasn’t come up in the actual comic, so I came up with a random story.
Warnings: Yaoi, sexy times
I wrote a smutty thing for a contest thing. It has been a really long time since I wrote fanfic so I hope I remember how to do the thing.
metermouse asked: Have you ever been outside somewhere with a clear view of the sky and many trees around, sometime in fall, when the sky is between nautical twilight and astronomical twilight, and the street lights just came on, and the orange and yellow leaves stand out against the medium blue sky? Because to me it's freaking amazing!!!!
Oooo, I have an interesting story for this.
So I studied abroad in London in college, and when I left the U.S., the sun was setting. So I got to see the sun set into the clouds and see it change colors, and it was really cool.
When I got to London, the sun was rising, because of the time difference (6 hours) it was morning when I got there instead of night. So I got to see the sun rise while I was arriving in London.
So, essentially, I saw the sun set and rise in the same day! And I got to be in the middle of the sky when it happened <3
My childhood struggle. My grandmom didn’t give one single solitary fuck about the whiplash she was giving me. And when she tried to comb through…don’t even get me started. Let’s just say, I cried REAL THUG tears.
^^that, plus many combs broken
Broken combs, tears, migraine headaches, almost missing the bus doing this shit in the morning… LORD!
Dont forget getting popped with the brush or comb because of moving !!
don’t forget about having to slap your scalp because your braids were too goddamn tight to scratch
the struggle is so real…smh Do we even want to talk about neck/side of the head burns from the hot comb?
my mom burned my ear so many times because of the hot comb ;3;
whenever i cried she would rap my scalp with the wide tooth comb she was using to part my hair and call me ‘tenderheaded’
:(RIP to all the broken combs
This is speaking to my soul
So, so many memories here ;__; That hot comb comment, oh lord, hot combs. You hold your ear and watch that comb on the stove being engulfed in flames and you pray you don’t get burned. Then the times you got burned (back of the ear, neck, ect.) it was, “Beauty is pain,” or, “Everybody gets burned at least once."
Don’t get me started on perms. "DON’T SCRATCH YOUR HEAD BECAUSE YOU’RE GETTING A PERM TOMORROW” they say, which just makes it itch more.
And braids. Braids. BRAIDS! My aunt use to crotchet them into my hair. Yes, you read that right. You braid your hair then here comes the sewing of those crinkly, cute braids, and just… omg.
Although I admit one of the most fun things about having a white girlfriend is having these conversations and seeing the perplexed look on her face. Like, crotchet, like sewing into your hair?! Yes dear, that’s exactly what I mean.
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xander6981 asked: Have you ever had a customer push you too far to where you snapped back at them?
Surprisingly no, I learned how to rant after they left.
I did, however, have an assistant manager so terrible that we got into an argument and I left the store. I was found not at fault at all, because he had gone into some speech about how I was beneath him and I called my manager and said I was leaving, so I left.
