#bitching intensifies

[govthookercoulson]

OOC: Cosplay pet peeve, skimpily dressed Lady Lokis

Like, Loki is never, EVER skimpily dressed.

He/She a fucking ice giant raised Asgardian. Go through all the comics, go through the movies. Short sleeves is NOT in his/her wardrobe. Sometimes, on occasion, cleavage in female form. That’s it. That is IT.

Fur lined capes and armor is the order of the day.

And yeah, blah blah, you’re doing a uniform variation CoulsonMod so you’re not exactly being precise yourself. Yes I am, but I’m not putting Coulson in navy blue bootyshorts and a tanktop am I?

.. Someone somewhere has and I’m horrified now..

[thegodthief]

A riddle I know the answer to: What does a rope circle, four knives, and the four tarot aces have in common.

Profuse bitching, that’s what.

[govthookercoulson]

OOC: The floor of this apartment was so dirty I don’t understand how the fuck it happened.

So this past Monday, my movers arrived with my stuff. They laid down path protection, and I expected some dust and grime. Cardboard and paper, you know.

For all intents, the floor didn’t LOOK that dirty. We’re talking a fake wood floor, those knock together vinyl tiles. That’s fine, I can dig it. A broom sweep didn’t even fill a dustpan.

And then, I tried to swiffer it and the swiffer pad came up black.

Six swiffer pads, in an apartment kitchen area, came up black.

So, I’m finally now to the point where I feel like the floor is flirting with the concept of clean. Swiffer pads are still coming up grey, but grey in streaks. And now I’m out of swiffer pads.

Total cleaning products used:

A box and a half of swiffer wet pads

A bottle and a half of hard surface cleaners (combo of Better Life, and Meyer’s concentrate)

An entire box of swiffer steamer pads plus the demo ones, 22 in all.

Understand. This is a 950ft square apartment. This is kitchen, living room, hall and bathroom. and it’s still not perfectly clean.

HOW. HOW THE FUCK? Was it only broom swept previously? What the fuck.

[govthookercoulson]

OOC: ..

Write sex scenes all the time for fanfiction.

Struggle to write a sex scene for an original fiction.

Of all the stupid fucking things to fuck shit up. It’s not even that it’s a threesome. I’ve wrote threesomes a lot too because I have a Pepper/Tony/Loki series for fuck’s sake. Why is it easier to write the fucking thousand year old mentally ill Jotun than my own goddamn character?

Probably because my OC arbitrarily decided he’s a biromantic greysexual. Baxter, you asshole.

[thegodthief]

Whoever ordered the extra side of synchronicity can fuck right off.

[bzzztlexi-blog]

Literally ranting in every outlet I have...

"Let's open every box in the house looking for one specific thing" oh hey you said you were clearing the dining room table "Let me unpack this box directly onto the dining room table while you're moving things off it" now that I've done all this "Let me tell you how inefficient you were by leaving packing paper in your boxes instead of immediately bagging it and flattening them" Like I didn't just model inefficiency to a T moments ago. Except. I put everything I unpacked... Away. Instead of just sitting it on another surface... Just so you can get the electronics out of the box. And cheerily announce "There's one box done" No. There is one box. Emptied. And the contents still not actually put away anywhere. >< I am so full of frustration. Because I can't call the man child out. Because he would feel just "so attacked right now" because "everything [he does] is wrong, can't do anything right" wah wah I'm a baby with more anger issues than the fucking Hulk. Which is only slightly outweighed by my insecurities as a man who's wife makes all the money.

[govthookercoulson]

OOC: I need to stop bringing characters into fanfics when I don't know how to write them.

I have no idea how to write Von Doom and I've now probably got to deal with Von Doom in my frostiron series.

Why do I do this to myself.

[govthookercoulson]

OOC: bitch moan complain bitch

I got to bed at four and dragged out of bed at noon. I am half coherent and feel like warmed over ass. I'm still draining with the accompanying gut horror, and it might in fact be the herald of a skin condition not allergies. Planning on getting to a doctor after my car is worked on. Currently hunkered in a panera bread. I loathe returning to day shift.