martin luthor king day
i guess i shouldve made plans to spend this day more efficiently
but um
i guess i got carried away with things that i couldnt even manage this blog
haha
sorry guys!

but um
if anyone else is having troubles thinking of things to do
would someone want to come for an offline meeting?
los angeles area!
since that part is kinda important haha
we can figure out what to do if we get enough participants! 

centaursterminal:

Equius so very much hated the daytime. Sunshine had only just left him behind, for which he was grateful; it was much darker in here, another telltale sign that it was largely a troll establishment. It was a nice place, in its own right. There was a sort of rustic charm to it, small and dim with plenty of clocks that looked older than him, with- with little delicate mechanic bits scattered around, pieces disassembled everywhere. That drew his attention, even made his brow furrow just a little with an abrupt appreciation for the things. He supposed, in the end, everything came down to gears and wires, one way or the other.

“Oh! Hello there!” 

And it was the stupidest thing, but her voice reminded him much more of a song.

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For her, she could only find a distaste towards the highbloods if, in turn, they did the same to her. Otherwise she would treat them as nicely as she would to other people she had learned to befriend. But then again, she doesn’t find herself associating much with people higher up on the spectrum, such segregation wasn’t unusual, and she’s come into terms with that.

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centaursterminal:

> 11:20 AM PST

He had not meant to break the clock. In truth, Equius rather regretted it now; it had been a gift, though for what or from whom he could not quite recall (he would consult his notes about such things at a later date, just to be certain), and had served him faithfully since he had been given it. The clock had done him little wrong, save for accurately telling the time in precisely the wrong place when its owner had shouldered into the house with molten fury roiling in his gut. But he had broken the clock. He’d only just avoided snapping it in half, as a matter of fact, and the delicate mechanics within had not survived him shoving it unceremoniously across the room and into a wall.

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She, of course, with nothing else better to do rather than tinker around with clocks— to disassemble one completely and to rearrange it back together, as if it was the most fascinating thing ever —would be seen inside her shop once more, her nose buried in a book and a discarded play for her English class laying carelessly right next to her. Of course, there are things she had to attend to but she couldn’t find it in herself to even attempt to try. Business was slow so it didn’t hurt for her to hide away beyond the back of the shop and mind her own business, simply waiting out the day but keeping an ear out for customers.

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dischronation:

look im just saying ive never had juicy fruit before so i wouldnt know if you can stack that shit like some kind of gourmet gum sandwich

youre still getting paid in juicy fruit either way

are you kidding

that was already happening long before i threw myself into the shark tank that is post-secondary education but yeah

i wouldnt be surprised if that was the case

as a matter of fact that just might explain a whole lot

and hey are you taking shakespeare with mclelan then im p sure thats the name of the professor

why would you give someone something youve never had before thats a little odd but
okay!
your not so literal and completely electronic coffee will be delivered to you soon!

wait
what
how did you know that
are you stalking me 

(Source: achronism)

dischronation:

no idea

i dont chew on juicy fruit gum im more of a hi-chew kind of guy

but i dont see why not so go knock yourself out and go crazy with your flavor mixing

and its shakespeare

thats tedious enough in and of itself i mean youre aware of how vapid some of his stuff can get right

hes got mad flow and beat ill give him that but as far as everything goes id rather deal with charles dickens if i want my daily dosage of verbosity

wait

thats hell of a coincidence cause im doing the same play too

now i really have to question whats wrong with the education system nowadays if theyre assigning the play to university-level classes across the map

thats just all kinds of twisted

youre a very fickle lady
you just said juicy fruit!
fine
i just want my pay 

maybe
just maybe the average iq across the span of university students dropped drastically
0_0 
so the faculty thought that it would be a good idea to start with something not so complicated then go from there 

but really i dont think this is what i came to ucla for
its kind of disappointing  

(Source: achronism)

> 22:41

You don’t exactly know what goaded you into stargazing tonight. The city skyline isn’t all that impressive with the buildings blocking the way. Sure, if you were further away and higher up it would provide a magnificent view of Los Angeles and its night life, but if you were within the city it was a different story.

What little stars that littered across the expanse that is the night sky was covered by buildings, leaving only a few to peek from it’s sides. Which is why you decided to find one of the highest buildings you had access to (which wasn’t very many to begin with) and sit right over the ledge of the building.

Your legs dangled off of the side and you swing them a little in childish glee whenever the night’s breeze swept past you. It’s chilly but you don’t mind that. It’s been awhile since you’ve been up on the roof like this, after all.

Of course, you are fully aware of the dangers that you’re putting yourself in, but you pay no heed to that, taking in a lungful of the night air before exhaling contently. It was a nice break for once in your ever-busy schedule.

Maroon irides swept across the roof tops, expecting nothing but dust to be stirred by the wind or maybe a few stray cats here and there and maybe even some stranger’s laundry on the roof for some reason.

What you didn’t expect is to see precise movement— bigger than a cat and definitely not a plastic bag being carried away by the wind. It’s a blur to you, of course, but you notice that the figure was getting a little closer. It was then did you finally deduce that the silhouette was of a person (human? troll?), and decided to follow the shadow with your eyes.

You can’t help but feel fascinated, and you resist the urge to call out, afraid you might break the traceur’s concentration. You know the art, you know better than to foolishly get in the way and stop his(or her?) performance.

so if i were to compile a list of pet names ive seen so far
its 
cuddle cakes
crablet
baby bull
tinky winkles 

did i miss any