#embarresment

[this-should-do]

mfw i am alerted by tags that i tagged sumthing as half life and i realize that i was infact caught off guard by tumblr making the default tags that pop up ur special tags for people to search on tumbkr instead of what u tag most stuff as, and therefore the first tag to pop up is half life instead of reblog

fuck my stupid baka life

[fiercefeministprincess]

I was watching very potter musical (senior year) when my mom asked I come downstairs for breakfast. She said I should bring the Harry Potter! She and my 12 year old brother would like it too! Unfortunately the scene that came on as soon as we sat down was hermione trying to seduce lockhart. “You Can tweak anything you’d like, professor 😉” and THATS the story of how I watched the equivalent of a 10 minute porno intro with my family.

[reeshahasha]

I'm sorry but wtf is this.

[angel-of-purgatory-1967]

You ever think back to like first grade or something and remember something embarrassing that you did and just... cringe?

[shishino-layla]

Embarrassed Sonic 😉😍

[broadway-bitch-fit]

My embarrassing story of the day!

So this is a little throwback to the last time I went to the doctor!

Alright so since I had brain surgery back in June, I’ve been having to go see my neurosurgeon pretty consistently. Since I’m not legally old enough to take myself, my mom takes me, and everything is going great, we’re in the waiting room for a short amount of time and then we’re taken to the back where I have my weight and blood pressure checked. It’s all going good, till my mom sees a cut on my wrist.

Obviously very concerned and a little angry, she says, “Victoria Whitney, what the hell is that on your wrist?!” I dont see the problem, thinking she’s talking about the scar where I had my arterial line in. No, she’s talking about a little cut I forgot about right beside it. “Are you cutting yourself?!” She says when I don’t say anything but give her a weird look. Now the nurse is concerned and mama is angrier. I asked her what she was talking about and she grabbed my wrist, pointing to the baby cut. I know that my face had to have turned into a red crayon guys.

You’re all probably thinking, okay what’s the embarrassing part right? Well here it is!

A couple of day before I had to go to the doctor, I was cleaning up my room and putting stuff away in my closet, when my wrist caught the door (it’s wooden) and cut my wrist. It wasn’t big or anything life threatening, I forgot about it a few hours later, so of course I hadn’t known what she was talking about.

I, too embarrassed to say my closet door tried to maim me, just shook my head and told the two concerned women that it wasn’t a self harm cut and they didn’t wanna know how I got it.

I had later told my mom how I got it when we got to the room where we would see the doc, after the nurse was gone.

I had predicted correctly in thinking she would laugh at me. She nearly had a heart attack she was laughing her ass off so hard.

So yeah, moral of the story is, beware of killer doors and judgemental people!

(That cut did turn into a little scar but it’s barely visible now, and my mom still laughs at me for it)

[tpp-archive]

Hi Haruta! How did you meet Pops if I may ask? :3

“Yo!” Haruta exclaims loudly, waving excitedly at a possible new friend or prank subject, stopping when asked when they had met their father figure. “Well, honestly I kinda found him. I was an orphan on my home island, which itself was basically in slums, and there was a man just handing out money and food. So I had thought, ‘He’s not gonna give any to a dirty brat like you’. And, well, I just kinda…” Haruta started stuttering out, a blush slowly starting to crawl across their features until they were red enough to be mistaken for a strawberry. “Knocked him over the head and tried to run off with what was left of his money…” they mumbled, avoiding all eye contact and seeming to wish to disappear on the spot.

[galacticaccident]

I promise you

If Paul Weller: You do something to me comes on the radio in the car I'm screaming it at the top of my lungs