Drango Files

I’mma go to Book Off.

super-hint:

My dad thinks I like drawing Abraham Lincoln.

super-hint:

My dad thinks I like drawing Abraham Lincoln.

Like it dawned on me very recently why it was so important to establish that Hachikuji died years ago; it makes Arararararagi marginally less reprehensible. But like. Marginally.

It’s like. I can’t discuss anything anymore with imagining like. Me in the back of a classroom, reading comics at a desk while every is similarly scattered, huddled around a laptop or doing their own thing. Sunny-side up in my soft-boiled egg-head, for truth has dawned on me. I stand up on a desk and make my serious face:

"Japanese series have taken an immense liking to ancient creatures in the bodies of children because it allows them to exploit the taboo appeal of pedophilia while entirely skirting the intellectual and emotional disparity that makes such relationships abusive in reality!"

The rest of anime club looks up briefly. Roger goes ‘oh’. And they’re back to whatever they were doing before.

Such is my tumblr experience.

I’m just going to reblog that periodically until everyone following this blog accepts it a Doctrine.

illckr:

tumblr is simply a glorified anime club

illckr:

this isn’t true because there are people like me who don’t watch anime

then why are you in anime club lol

I’ve gathered that I’m low tolerance, and beyond that beer I promised a buddy back home when I turn 21, I’m not going to drink. I like feeling in control of my actions too much to enjoy getting tipsy or anything like that.