Client: I threw out that black pen, it was out of ink.
Me: What black pen?
Client: The one that was lying on your tablet.
Me: You threw out my $150 Wacom pen?
Client: I tried writing with it and it didn’t work. It must’ve been out of ink.
this almost made me cry
this is simultaenously the best and worst submission i’ve ever seen from Clients from Hell.
I feel ill
id rather write aush stepping on someones throat with his metal leg is that ust?????
ill accept that as the end of the fic
with vj spluttering, tied up and in full tsundere mode
Aush watched the blood spill outward from the wound in the Republic soldier’s neck with an air of mild disinterest, but when he raised his gaze to meet Vjenko’s, his eyes burned with a mischief. “Is that a suitable way to deal with scum?” he asked, almost mocking, not caring for an answer.
Vjenko scoffed and looked away, though the bonds restricted him from moving too much. “It’s not like I needed your help,” he insisted, though he somehow found himself glancing back to stare at the way the other man smirked.
The tallest statue in the world, Ushiku Daibutsu.
this always gives me chills
Indie Game Posters Featuring: Hotline Miami / The Stanley Parable / Kentucky Route Zero / FTL / Gone Home / Papers Please
George Takei describes the moment when he and his family were sent to an internment camp.
i can relate to pirates because i too am after the booty