3:45 a.m. when we’re counting minutes to closing (hey we got stuff to do gotta clean) 3 guys came and ordered 2 coffee and a milkshake. Coffee hadn’t been brewed since no one had ordered so i start brewing. Milkshake served and they went outside.
then 2 minutes later, when i was about to serve it one of them returned. “Hey if it’s not brewed yet can we replace coffees with milkshakes?”
And we’re like
Result: A pot full freshly brewed coffee for the night shift. I brought a cup home.
|*casually ties pink ribbons at the end of Komui's fabulous hair curls.*|
"…Mind if i ask what you are doing?"
"Perfect. If you are that bored; i have tons of work on my desk. I would be delighted to hand it over to you. It must be horrible to not to know what to do with your time."
"Save your sweetness to your Science department Komui-san, i can see what’s behind it." Truth is she had been kindly informed about his nature by Science department and Exorcists. "Still…" she continued, taking a generous pile of documents in her arms "… for the sake of everyone under your.. supervision, i will help as much as i can. By the way…" she pulled a tiny corked up bottle on the desk emptied by the files she took. "Rosemary and peppermint essence. Boosts concentration and defeats sleepiness."
She opened the only window of her small stuffy room, letting the cool night air in. Then she sat under the window,leaning her back to the solid cold wall. She pulled a hand rolled cigarette which stolen from Cross -he had shitload of it besides, he hadn’t even noticed- and lit, taking a drag and gazing on the cracked ceiling before exhaling the smoke. This continued few more rounds, as she watched the thin, evanescent weils of smoke disappearing into the night. Lazily, her eyes caught the sight of her bag and leather luggage she brought with her.
She snuffed out the cigarette butt against the wall
It was time the move on an out of this place.
The saddest thing you can hear someone say. (via suckingonlarry) —
The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them
The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry
Messed up dreams about Ellie got kidnapped by Noah to became “Akuma fuel” but she ended up as fighter so she became Noah’s favorite toy, “Akuma gladiator” She destroyed Akumas without Innocence causing the trapped souls die and it broke her inside then she gained Innocence and escaped found by exorcist and taken back to the Order as a mentally unstable Exorcist who knows nothing but destroy.
PRping her as a merciless cold character would be interesting tho.
Dgm taught me being the only kid of my parents is a blessing. I don’t have a precious brother to destroy for shitty reasons so i can keep my controversial sanity to myself.
I’m certain the Vulcans were like “We get that you’re half human, so you can keep ONE emotional/human response and you can use it as much as you like.”
And Spock was like “Sass.”
when people say they hate drama but they the ones causin all of it