You know, there must be a special place in Hell for people who turn Austria into a raccoon. :XXX
Well I’m about to drop off, goodnight, folks~
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Roshon’s Summer Blahblah
June 2nd, 2012
Elephant aw yeah. :X
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that sounds disappointing -shot- …-offers a half gallon carton of milk because we have two-
A thousand thanks, good ma’am. :X
Rice Chex just really doesn’t do well without milk.
The Avengers was not disappointing in the least.
*still needs to see it*
Well see, the majority of Snow White was good. I’d say maybe 2/3 or 3/4 of the film was really good, costumes, score, and location was beautiful. Charlize Theron was fantastic as the queen and although the movie was a bit unevenly paced (aren’t all these days?), it was ultimately let down by the ending and Kristen Stewart. I was all prepared to ignore the calls of Twilight, and actually, she worked really well for maybe the first half of the movie, but jakwegiwehgewhgw she really doesn’t have any kind of emotional range. At this one scene, where Snow White was supposed to give this whole, inspirational, rallying speech, it was painfully uncomfortable to sit through. Argghhhgahewgnibeslgjwieha
We don’t have any milk so I’m sitting here eating cereal with raspberries and sugar but no milk. It’s disappointing.
Snow White and the Huntsman was also disappointing.
Roshon’s Summer Blahblah
June 1st, 2012
For something that used to be so pretty you sure have turned something ugly now, haven’t you?
For the record, I actually didn’t miss my Summer Blahblah yesterday- I was still working on this, just forgot to post a WIP. *cough*
Anyway, I was going to actually clean up the coloring but fell lazy and just went with a lazy clean up. Maybe I’ll go back and actually fix that one day.
Hmm, it kinda looks like he’s crawling instead of reaching…oops.
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Get ready!! Blasting Abs next month, by the end you’ll be doing a hundred sit-ups, two hundred crunches, sixty push-ups and two minutes plank!! Definitely not recommended for the weak.
p.s. can you believe it’s June next week? This year has really flown by…Today is the day! Starting this in just a few minutes!
Sorry, you already got ninja’d to a few of these. :x
Biggest blunder ever.
Oh dear….Well, what’s coming to mind right now…is something I’m still too ashamed to talk about. ;;; But to sum it up- it happened when I was in China a few years back, I’ve never been more ashamed of something in my life, and I let myself down a lot.
How I want to marry later.
Something small and intimate. c: Let’s see, to steal sharkbiter’s layout….
Location would preferably be something quiet, as inferred earlier. Not Vegas, but we all know what happens there, don’t we…*cough*
As far as maid of honor and bridesmaids are concerned…I suppose that would depend on who I know when I’m getting married. I don’t have any siblings, so I’m not sure who would be the maid of honor.
Wedding cake would be a lemon poppyseed with raspberry jam filling. No argument hubby.
For music…I’d be one of those losers who’d make everyone dance to classical music. :XXX A nice Viennese waltz, mmm? (Though after seeing The Five Year Engagement, a New Orleans Jazz band is really tempting. ;_; )
I’m kinda shying away from the color theme being white just because I look horrible in white. orz Though really…pastel colors just don’t look good on me in general. OTL Can I just do a dark eggplant color instead? >3<
Something I hate the most about people.
Self-labeling, though I can’t say that I haven’t been guilty of it myself.
How I feel right now.
I’m pretty good! I wish I had been more productive today….It’s okay, I’ll run tomorrow (unfortunately my workout buddy can’t make it tomorrow, so I’ll go run on the treadmill in my lonesome ;_; ), maybe even start cleaning my room (Haha. Ha. Hahahahaha.), and draw! It’ll be great [maybe]!
Are you sure you don’t mean it that way, darling? C;
Favorite food.
Hmm, probably something pasta-based? I dunno. Something edible, at least.
Something I really wanna have.
Musik skillzzz
No, really. ;_;
3 people I miss.
One is my childhood friend Jason (gods I feel like I talk a lot about him here *cough*), just because I really wish I had kept in touch with him over the years.
The second is my rp friend Rachael, who I knew in my Warriors days and was almost like an older sister to me.
And the third…heh, at the moment, the third is someone who I wish I had gotten to know better.
What I am wearing.
OKAY FINE. I’m still in my night gown, alright? >3< I was going to change when the laundry was done, but by then it was late afternoon and it seemed like a waste to change then so I just stayed with it. »3«
So it’s a light blue sleeping gown and then I’m just wearing my usual purple jacket over it. :x
Favorite drink.
Lavender lemonade. It’s divine. *3*
Well damn, now I’m thinking about this whole Sweden/Austria pairing and…it’s actually working out in my mind.
It’s in a human AU where Berwald and Roderich are both in unhappy relationships (for some reason I want to say marriages) with Tino and Elizaveta, respectively. They either cheat with each other (Berwald is also connected to music in some what in this, by the way…like he’s a musician in a symphony Roderich plays in or maybe the conductor? I dunno, still thinking that part out.) or both end up divorced around the same time and get that lonely complex. And then it just goes from there. :XXX Would I get kicked out of the fandom if I wrote this? Yes.
Roderich raised his eyes to the Swede hesitantly, wondering if it was his place to pry. In the end, the curiosity got the best of him and he asked, “Berwald…is everything all right?”
The blond didn’t answer at first, keeping his eyes carefully concentrated on the instrument case in front of him. It almost looked like he was going to ignore Roderich and the Austrian prepared a hasty apology on his lips, about to step back, when he spoke.
“Tino l’ft me,” he mumbled.
Oh. Roderich blinked. He had never known Tino very well- or at all, even- but he knew that Berwald had loved and cared for the Finn very much. A part of his mind flew back to three days ago, when Elizaveta had come home and set the folder of divorce papers on the table in front of him. He had been left devastated and utterly confused. Is this what Berwald is going through right now? he wondered.
He shifted his eyes back to the Nordic lion’s face and tried to make out what the other was thinking- what the other was feeling. Berwald’s expressions had always been so guarded, but now…Roderich almost thought he saw the flicker of deep hurt and betrayal in the Swede’s eyes. “I’m…I’m sorry to hear that, Berwald,” he looked away, almost guiltily for seeing the man in such an exposed state. “Would you….Would you perhaps like to grab drinks later?”
