pokemon-personalities:

Hi everyone!! ^^ I hope you’re all having a great day!!

After talking to a few of you, I have decided to somewhat duplicate the giveaway I put together when Sun and Moon were coming out. If I can help even two people play a pokemon game this year, that would make me very happy! ;w;

How it works:

  •  There will be two winners – each can choose one copy of either Ultra Sun or Ultra Moon!
  • This giveaway will extend worldwide! (If you live outside of the US, I will be purchasing a digital copy for you – I only ask that you have a paypal account or another money-sharing service so I may transfer the funds to you. If you live inside the US, I will pre-order a hard copy for you).
  • Giveaway ends on Monday, November 13th.

How to Enter:

  • You must reblog this post (so I can keep track of who wants to “enter”!). Likes don’t count as an entry.

  • This giveaway will be hosted on both tumblr and twitter, so you may enter more than once! (here is a link to the twitter post!)
  • No need to follow me, but followers will be given an additional entry into this giveaway, because I love my followers!!! :>
  • aka you can have up to 3 entries total to win!

Requirements

  • Must be 18 years or older or have your parent’s/guardians permission to enter!
  • Must be willing to share your shipping address with me.
  • Please have your ask box open, or enable non-mutuals to send you IMs.

that’s it!!! Good luck!!! ^^

unpretty:

ways i have tricked people into thinking i am competent:

  • bought a really nice looking fountain pen
  • that sounds like a joke but fountain pens are cheap as shit and when you use one people look at you like you’re a fucking wizard
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  • this hero 901 cost me $3 on ebay and i don’t know why people assume that this is a pen for intelligent people but they do
  • it works better when i am using a nice notebook and not the avengers notebook that makes it look like the hulk is grabbing my sweet pen
  • i write in code which for some reason leads everyone to assume that i am some kind of da vinci motherfucker, instead of the reality, which is that i am writing about dicks and don’t want anyone to know
  • it looks like i am constantly taking notes on everything which is both intimidating and inaccurate, just the way i like it
  • i bought a usb clicker/laser pointer for $11 and now it seems like i’ve got this shit on lock, like i am so pro at giving presentations i even own accessories
  • holding a clicker makes you seem at least 10% more like you know what you’re talking about i’m pretty sure
  • i check the weekly freebies on creativemarket every monday so now i have a huge folder of pro-looking website themes and powerpoint templates and fill-in-the-blank resumes (also a lot of autumnal clipart and watercolor flowers and script fonts but that is less relevant)
  • i bought a ceramic coffee mug at world market years ago and it makes me look like a productive coffee-drinker because no one knows it’s full of hot cocoa
  • i don’t know why drinking coffee makes you look busy it just does even though i’m pretty sure it statistically reduces productivity
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  • bonus: not only does no one know i’m just drinking Depression Chocolate but they think i am being Environmentally Conscious rather than Poor As Shit
  • extra bonus: i can take a sip whenever it looks like someone is going to ask a question and then they ask someone else
  • i almost never have to answer questions and i leave the room a lot because i have to pee constantly so double extra bonus
  • “That’s a very good question, and one that deserves an in-depth answer, so if you’d like to leave me your card I’d be happy to discuss it with you later one-on-one” aka “how DARE you suggest i waste everyone’s time answering this question right now” aka “lmfao i have no fucking clue what you just said please let me secretly google that okay”
  • bonus: now it seems like you are a sophisticated grownup who assumes everyone has A Card and if they have to settle for writing their email on a scrap of paper you can feel smug about it even though in your heart you know that you are no better
  • i’ve got anxiety and poor impulse control and anxiety about my poor impulse control so i generally say jack shit about shit and this constant silence is often misinterpreted as aloof observation
  • no one knows that my air of mystery is actually a bad case of the shy and i am too shy to correct them so it works out
  • when i’m on my laptop and i don’t want anyone to notice how much i’m dicking around i turn the brightness way down so they can’t snoop without being obvious
  • at least one window of notepad++ with some random html page or css stylesheet in it makes randos assume you are some kind of genius doing some genius shit, unless they are CS major randos, in which case i guess find an intimidating looking excel spreadsheet and hope for the best