Guys, incase you couldn’t tell by the onslaught of #what is it, eren shiz, I am really bored and tired. It’s like… 3:38am… fuck…
I dunno, have a transparent Jean on your dash.
WHAT IS IT, STARGAZER??
one perk to naming your child eren is that when he’s trying to get your attention you can turn around and look at him morbidly and say
what is it eren
STARE AT THIS FOR 30 SECONDS AND BLINK RAPIDLY AT SOMETHING WHITE TRUST ME
(original pixel isnt mine, but where i got it from didnt source it!!)
IM FUCKING CRYING WHY THIS HAS TO HAPPEN TO ME
What is it, Eren?
while my prof was setting up for his lecture…
excuse me while I reblog this for the 36th time
"extreme torture version"…
Okay, next time I have lectures I’m so doing this.
Oh windex.. I’m gonna use you ‘til there’s not a single drop left… ‘Til every pull of your stiff red trigger leaves you gasping for air…
But I won’t leave you empty; I’ll refill you to the brim. Over. And Over. And Over.
Get yourself ready for me, ‘cause we’re gonna be cleaning all night long.
"What did you do today, Shiki?"
…I propositioned a fucking bottle of Windex.
(muffled crying in the distance)
Sometimes I terrify myself.
With great power comes great responsibility to abuse that power.
This is a simplified design with no lining or buttons (and wonky sleeve caps), but at this point I can make these jackets in my sleep, I swear.
Red cotton twill, long pile fur from DistinctiveFabrics, wired ribbon harness, iron-on transfer patches, badge design by me. Ready for tomorrow!
and that was the day tumblr received a grim reminder that Ari has to much time on her hands