((I /finally/ have access to my blog again. I no longer was able to use the email that this blog was formerly attached to and that caused a few issues with me being able to log in but I was finally able to change my email on here. At last. I can breathe a sigh of relief. (〒︿〒) I was worried that I'd lost this blog for good. With that out of the way, I need to address a few things: I most likely won't be getting to answering asks until after ConnectiCon in July. I just have too much stuff to finish for my cosplays if I want them done in time. If you want to follow along with my progress on them, feel free to ask me for one of my other social media accounts since I won't drown my ask blog with things that are unrelated and thus, I'm more active elsewhere. While I wasn't able to log in on this account, I was asked to become a part of a group blog over at ask-a-nation here on Tumblr. Check us out if you'd like~. I think that's it for now but I'm excited to start doing things again on here after ConnectiCon~. (^__^) Until then, take care, everyone~.))
I’d try taking a nap.
Or
That’s something to do.
But not this one.
I’m barely in it.
Tch...
I hate him.
More than anything else about him, I hate him for being this person that my brother clings to and loves and adores and showers with compliments and looks up to…
…
I hate him for making my brother care more about him than he cares about me.
.
.
.
((I just want to say that I, the cosplayer, do NOT hate Germany. I felt this needed to be said, what with all this anger I have to show towards him as Romano.))
…?
What…? What the Hell is that…?
Wait…
WHAT?
WHAT IS ALL THIS???
Off the top of my head…
I’d say that I’m CLEARLY the taller sibling, Veneziano.
Sorry fratello, but it’s hard to fool people when the numbers are against you.
I WAS FUCKING SLOUCHING THE LAST TIME I WAS MEASURED, YOU ASSCHIMP.
Off the top of my head...
I’d say that I’m CLEARLY the taller sibling, Veneziano.
((I didn’t mean to spend so much time away, whoa.
A huge portion of the unexpected absence was due to this little bugger.
While seeing family, a co-worker of my cousin’s husband was trying to find homes for kittens her cat had.
Let me tell you,
I was not expecting to be bringing a new family member back home with me, yet here he is.
Anyway,
kittens aside,
LET’S GET STARTED ON THOSE ASKS, SHALL WE.))
Here we go. Let’s see what the first ask is...
Well fuck.
I hope you wonderful people are able to overcome any Pezimism that you may face today. ヾ(*´∀`*)ノ
Okay youve probably gotten this a million times but your uniform is perfect! Where ever did you get it?
(( I actually don't hear that question very often~.
Well, if you're in the market for a cosplay, I USUALLY search eBay, which is where I found this uniform~. Go and take a look~!
My only warning is to NOT buy wigs off of eBay...no matter how good they look...
I've heard too many stories of complete dissatisfaction from buying wigs on eBay...
Definitely always look at an official wig site.
I hope this has helped~! ))
I'm sorry and no offense, I come in peace and curiousity...but Spain asked you out via text message????
Oi…
Unfortunately, as countries, we don’t always have the free time that we’d like.
He had been wanting to say something to me for a long time and when he finally did in the form of a message, we had already not seen each other for about a month. We were both well aware that we would both be kept busy for a while, too…so we weren’t going to even know when it would be possible to see each other next…
I suppose he went about it that way because he didn’t want to wait any longer to tell me how he felt…
I don’t know…it was the bastard’s choice.
… … … …Nonetheless, it was my choice whether to say yes or not so…
… … … …Whatever, I fucking liked his confession and I liked him and here we are.
1: It sure as Hell wasn't me who put your fucking dirty boxers under my pillow.
And 2:
THEY CERTAINLY WERE NOT UNDER THE FUCKING GOD DAMN PILLOW WHEN I ENDED UP FINDING THEM.
Oi…
Okay, 1.
He has a great personality and a good heart, even if he is a God damn idiot a lot of the time.
2.
Fucking obvious that I need to bring this up at least once but I guess his passion is pretty damn refreshing.
3.
He’s actually a good listener, which is fucking great since I have a lot of shit to complain about.
4.
Wow, er…
This guy has seen me at my best and at my worst yet he has been there for me through all of it…
…
Oh.
5.
Free Spanish food.
Why the fuck did I not see this until now!? Damn it, I thought you forgot!
I've been withholding your damn gift for months!
(I only got you something because Spain wouldn't stop bothering me about it so I don't want an "Awwwwwwwww" or any of that hug therapy bullshit.)
(( TODAY IS THE DAY. CONNECTICON, HERE I COME~. HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND AND STAY SAFE, EVERYONE~. I'LL BE BACK ON MONDAY~. ))
People want to get to know me.
Then they get to know me.