A Lucky Roll of the Dice

Christa/19/Alaska Hi! This is a multifandom blog. You'll mainly find Doctor Who, Sherlock, Supernatural, Homestuck, and, most recently, Steam Powered Giraffe with a bit of sprinkling of other fandoms. You can also expect a big dollop of things that I find to be important, which includes feminist and activist things (this is not to say that I am an activist, cos I'm really, horribly quiet about things unless it hits home or is right in my face/said to me or people I care about.) If you ever want/need to talk, go ahead and drop me a line in my Ask. I'm always all ears. :D But I will probably awkwardly ramble at you, just so you know.

[unwritten-scorpion]

darth-thalon-and-co reblogged your post: The dates for my local convention has been announced

Your ask box wont work, so I’ll just reblog this in the hopes you see it. Senshi-Con is not at UAA this year, it is at...

Yeah, dude, this was last year's dates and location. And this blog is dead. I know the new info. Thanks, though.

[unwritten-scorpion]

A Farewell Note

Okay, kids. This is it.

My clean slate.

My new page.

I'm still unwritten, so to speak, but it's time to flip to a new chapter.

Because I hate this one.

I hate it.

I hate most of the people in it, and the people that I don't hate are the people I really should.

By the point this cycles through my queue, a handful of you will have received a message from me directing you to my new blog/URL. As much as I adore "unwritten-scorpion", I associate it with sucktastic and painful things/occurrences. I need to move on.

There's an issue that I've written up on my dA journal, because that's where the least amount of people see my stuff. I've recently changed. Quite a bit, actually. From how I view the world to how I'm learning to deal with people- even down to my taste buds (dill pickles? YUCK).

I've sprouted a backbone, it would seem. I am still helpful. I am still willing to lend you my hand, but I have come to a point in my life where I cannot take being stepped on, anymore. I can't. I have done naught but aid people for my entire life, sacrificing my happiness and enjoyment of events and life for them so that they may smile. All I get in return is "you could've done better" or "nothing you did helped". 

I have tried to help, and when that didn't work time and time again for certain people and situations, I stood up for myself and told them to fix it themselves, then, if they didn't like how I was doing it. I lost friends.

I've fallen out of contact with people I used to consider close friends.

And I've gotten to the point where I.

Don't.

Care.

I don't.

I know who the good people are.

I know who the people with good hearts are.

I know who I can trust.

I know who I can count on to let me lean on them in my own times of weakness, as difficult as it is, for me.

I know who I can trust to not lean on me when I'm already falling.

Unfortunately, someone that is supposed to be a partner in crime and semi-organized groups is not one of those people. Pity. I was hoping that person would be different. I was hoping that I could trust them.

Because when you say "You can always text or call me", then I, stupidly, am going to think you're going to follow through on that.

Anyway.

That individual is not the point of this.

The point is, to those people who have offered their help, friendship, and love to me: Thank you. I will see you on the other side.

To those people who have not, and those who have generally taken me and my offerings of help for granted, and those who have done naught but shit on me:

Fuck you.

Oh, and a little tidbit- there's a reason that "scorpion" is in my URL, here. It's not because of Vriska. It's because of me. I am a Scorpio. And one of the very most important things you should know about us is that grudges are a huge thing of ours.

I have a list.

Some of you are on it.

Take this as a hint of our future communication.

I will not speak to you.

I will not acknowledge you.

Think I'll eventually break down?

Take this into consideration: I have held a grudge for almost 11 years. Count those, by the way- I was 9 when it started.

I'm not going to budge.

So, let's bring this novel to a close.

I am Christa. Chris for short, if you like. I just turned 20. I am English, Irish, Scottish, Brazillian, Native American, and raised with a Norwegian Grandmother and Great-Grandmother. I have a short temper that festers under the surface. I will help you if I'm able. I will tell you "no" when I do not wish to/am unable to help you.

I hate a good portion of you.

I like most of you.

I love very few of you.

Message recipients: I will see you on the other side, and it will be glorious.

Time to start fresh.

A new slate.

[confitureestmadrogue-deactivate]

Steam Powered Giraffe presents… 

[dreameroftheworld]

Argh, third time is the charm. Kay, so this photo was one of the ones I’m editing but I”m going on vacation for a week, and won’t be putting up any photos since I’m bushed at the moment. But this photo couldn’t be contained! I just wanted to put it up there for reasons. But, I love the pose that The Spine has in this photo. It’s just…asjdkfl; :3

[davidmichaelbennett-deactivated]

I am doing this little Low E string on the 12th fret down to the 1st fret slide on the bass during Ju Ju Magic in this picture. I always look at Sam and Mike with a funny “cool as hell” look and they ushually look goofy back at me. :3

[benedikutokanbabatchi]

“So what are we doing then?”

“Oh just passing the time… and proving a point.”

“What point?”

“That you’re in love with me.”

[sweetlittlekitty]

SO SWEET <333

[khainsaw]

[momlonde-deactivated20130315]

take a shot every time a non homestuck reblogs this

[izkim]

[scathachiswaiting]

I think this gifset’s kinda funny. 

Chris: *hot pose*

David: *hot pose*

Matt: *hot pose*

Billie: *I’m fucking gorgeous*

Freema: “Yeah, so am I*

Karen: “Goofy but still beautiful*

John: *I don’t know how to stand in front of a camera (or an audience of any kind) and NOT look like I’m about to invite you to bed*

Catherine: *I’m fookin’ hot, and if you say otherwise you’ll meet my really pretty fist*

Arthur: *Mom, did you put the pudding cup in my lunch bag? I’m not seeing it.*

[somethinggonzothiswaycomes]

I’ve never seen the cast of Doctor Who summed up better in a photoset.

[loveamongthesailors]

ok i think sometimes its difficult to properly process how fucking bloody homestuck is when the appearance of the blood is so far removed from humans so i adjusted some panels

and uh

dang

[ohfuckinhell]

Michaelangelo, Raphael, Donatello y Leonardo

[galenaes]

if you don’t get this, i don’t want to talk to you

[skate-high]

[scotty-bear]

love this

[andthestarswalkbackwards]

Can we just give this kid a round of applause? 

[lovefool-mp3]

[chickenhiddle]

So happy to be living in Alaska right now.   

[necromorter]

I KILLED A MAN

[kittenesque-blog]

[fahrnight]

MY CRIB - New York - My Library.

More

[puppyguppy-deactivated20220322]

Is this suppose to be a Loki? ‘Cause hot damn, if it is, this is fucking beautiful.

Then again, even if it isn’t. Hot damn this is fucking beautiful.

[visitmehigh-blog]

[colinbones-deactivated20160502]

[lowlifetheory]

I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

[laufie]

How to escape after being buried alive in a coffin.

It could happen to anyone. People bury a person alive to scare them or to get rid of them. In this situation, rely only on yourself.

Do not waste oxygen. In a classic coffin there’s only enough oxygen for about an hour, maybe two. Inhale deeply, exhale very slowly. Once inhaled - do not swallow, or you will start to hyperventilate. Do not light up lighters or matches, they will waste oxygen. Using a flashlight is allowed. Screaming increases anxiety, which causes increased heartbeat and therefore - waste of oxygen. So don’t scream.

Shake up the lid with your hands. In some cheap low-quality coffins you will be able to even make a hole (with an engagement ring or a belt buckle.)

Cross your arms over your chest, holding onto your shoulders with your hands, and pull the shirt off upward. Tie it in a knot above your head, like so: This will prevent you from suffocating when the dirt falls on your face. 

Kick the lid with your legs. In some cheap coffins the lid is broken or damaged already after being buried, due to the weight of the ground above it. 

As soon as the lid breaks, throw and move the dirt that falls through in the direction of your feet. When it takes up a lot of space, try pressing the ground to the sides of the coffin with your legs and feet. Move around a bit. 

Whatever you do - your main goal is to sit up: dirt will fill up the empty space and move to your advantage, so no matter what - do not stop and try breathing steadily and calmly. 

Get up. Remember: the dirt in the grave is very loose, so battling your way up will be easier than it seems. It’s the other way around during a rainy weather however, since water makes dirt heavy and sticky. 

[ayouareadorable]

9th = Tiger

10th = Tigger

11th = Socially awkward house cat that runs into furniture and acts like it did it on purpose.