Dear internet,
I thought it was about time to update my Twitter header (and subsequently, this blog). Who better than the bae, Itachi Uchiha, to be at the forefront of my design? Renders were taken from DeviantArt (rokkx). Real life has a funny way of sucking out creativity and energy sometimes. Obviously, my designs aren’t as good as they used to be. If only procrastination were a paying job.
Fierce love,
Rhiandoll oxox
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Hello world of blogging!
I know, I did a MH370 and totally vanished without a trace. (Is it too early to be using that incident as a joke?) Anyway. There’s thing pesky little thing called “life” that we all have to get on with, blah blah blah blah like you actually missed me. During my disappearing act I stumbled upon this incredible thing called “anime”, Japanese cartoons. My friends, who are all well in to their twenties, kept on recommending this “anime” but after much resistance I finally fell victim to Naruto. I have an unhealthy obsession with one Itachi Uchiha followed by several school girl crushes on: Kakashi, Kiba, Sasuke, Shikamaru and Deidara — and that’s just from one show. Don’t even get my started on Bleach please. Byakuya Kuchiki is a total babe.
Tah dah! Twitter header featuring the Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha. Not sure who made the original graphic but credits to them! (Clicky here for unedited image). Feel free to use it but I must apologise for my name being all over it, there are some dodgy people out there.
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Fierce love,
Rhiandoll oxox
Well, firstly, I’d like to apologise for the lack of graphics. It may come to you as a great surprise that I have a life outside of the internet. I understand that this fact may send shockwaves through the virtual realm I love to indulge in, but it is indeed the honest truth.
The point of this post was to give a synopsis of the two most realistic and interesting dreams I’ve had as a consequence of watching Bleach right before going to sleep. It seems that watching Bleach and having a turned up dream are positively correlated. So, for those interested here’s what happened:
In my first dream our planet was being invaded! Giant lights signaled the undoubted arrival of extra terrestrials. Though there were no miniature green men speaking in tongues, the skyline over Canary Wharf was flooded with giant rotating discs. Naturally, I was the commander of an elite squad of agents being deployed to counter the enemy. (It was super cool, my uniform was black on black and my AK47 expanded the entire length of my body — incase you’re curious, I stand at 5ft) Obviously our first instincts told us to open fire but our bullets were sucked in to transparent wormholes that seemingly emerged out of nowhere. When the spaceships fired back at us, a single attack was enough to wipe out a radius of several kilometers. I had to jump from the skyscraper in order to avoid the attack! Trying not to plummet to my undignified death I punched a hole though a glass pane as I was falling and pulled myself in to an abandoned building. I swear I must have been a time traveler of some sort because I ended up on a stakeout, in an attempt to apprehend a serial killer. I hid behind a shrub and jumped out unexpectedly, I guess the dream me was hoping the killer would tremble in fear at the mere sight of my size 6 frame, but he didn’t. He just ran for the hills leaving me no option but to shoot him down! My bullet pierced through his neck and I restrained my victim, not with a conventional handcuff..but with my pink hairband.
THE END.
My next dream was slightly lengthy and had inspirations taken from High School of the Dead. It was based around a zombie apocalypse and my friend Michael played a prominent role too. From what I can remember we were leaving the cinema when all hell broke loose outside. Zombies crawling everywhere! Apparently Michael and I were well prepared because we ran to the top of the building and hang glided our way over the undead, picking their way through the fresh corpses of civilians. Michael and I headed for an airport with an army of zombies escorting us. We had to fight our way to a Virgin Airlines 747 plane but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to hurt the zombies. Each time I went in for a mutilating attack I would recognise the face of a loved one in the zombie and hesitate, when I finally closed my eyes to deliver a blow the impact wasn’t hard enough and Michael would always have to protect me. (Apparently this is a sign that I’m holding back my true potential. I have no idea if that’s true but I guess we’ll wait and see) But after much zombie wrestling we finally made it inside the plane, just in case you didn’t know the me of my dreams is actually a fully licensed pilot! I can’t quite understand why I was co-pilot and let Michael take the wheel though – remind me to question myself about this in my next dream. I don’t quite remember what happened after that but when I woke up my cat had decided to take over my bed, leaving me in a confused state on the floor.
A lot of scientists say that dreams are messages from your subconscious and if that’s the case I actually have no idea as to what mine is trying to tell me. Do you believe dreams have meanings? Or does watching Bleach make for really interesting dreams?
So, there’s a couple things that caught my attention lately. First of which, would have to be the “twerking” that happened on the Teen Choice Awards. It’s not even classed as proper twerking — plus it was a guy. Twerking is only perceived as ratchet when it’s performed by a ratchet female (or so I’ve heard) but I’m sure all connotations of ratchetness would be quickly dispelled if Beyonce did a twerking video. It was clearly a joke and the viewers who complained about twerking on TCA’s clearly didn’t see Miley trying to pole dance a couple of years back, on the very same show.
Speaking of the TCA’s they apparently have an award for the hottest male and female? Because being hot is clearly an admirable achievement. (That’s sarcasm). My question is, why isn’t there a brain box award? Or some sort of award that highlights actual achievements aside from looking good? With shit like this going on it’s not surprising that there are so many corrupted teenagers, who will probably grow up to be mentally fucked up adults. I just don’t get it. What’s the award meant to signify? Congratulations, you look hot and the majority of people perv over you. Thank your parents and the good Lord for an awesome genetic code that is exclusive to you. I mean, because God totally deserved that award for creating a “hottie”.
Rant aside I kinda feel like a bit of a douchebag. I recently got really annoyed at my friend for not giving me enough attention but then it turns out my friend had a ton of work to do. Now I just feel like a really selfish bitch who explodes in a diva tantrum when she doesn’t get everything her way. It’s not something I’m particularly proud of, but I can’t be the only girl who gets so easily upset and jealous…
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Made by Kassandra
Vas appenin’? Earlier today I came across this graphic, made by Kassandra, which formed my inspiration for this Twitter header. I thought the colouring was on point! The picture for my Zayn Malik header was a screen capture from One Direction’s latest music video “Best Song Ever” (VIDEO). Kassandra’s (TWITTER) piece was focused on Kelly and Carnell Breeding from B5. Hope the Directioneers like it! Feedback is always appreciated.
Fierce love,
Rhiandoll oxox
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So, uhm, what do you think? Graphic featuring Dustin from B5. Picture grabbed from Dustin’s Twitter (stalk him).
Fierce love,
Rhiandoll oxox
Hello world!
For the past few days the eyes of the entire world has been fixated upon Britain, all because of one little boy! The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge’s new arrival. Congrats to them! This is pretty big news and everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Times like these show just what a broad spectrum of friends I have, half of them gushing congratulatory tweets/statuses whilst the others choose to highlight the fact that the little prince is only one of many babies born. Then there are the fence sitters who are still undecided, so their statuses and tweets appear to be slightly bipolar.
I can’t lie. I do have a slight obsession with the British monarchy and judging by the press coverage.. so do the majority of the world. Then my train of thought decided to venture out a little: what if Baby Cambridge and Blue Ivy Carter got married? I think it’ll be world wide domination! I totally ship this. TOTES.
So what do you think? Are you all for the new born King (who is also half common) or is this entire buzz completely pointless?
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So a few people requested Beau Brookes from The Janoskians. So here’s a twitter header. I hope I did it justice and you guys like it! Picture credit to Beau’s Instagram (IG). If anyone has any requests, feel free to tweet me! (@Rhiandoll)
Fierce love oxox
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Taaaa 🙂 hello pretty people. Here’s the latest graphic I made of Bryan from B5. Picture was snapped from his Instagram. (IG)
Fierce love,
Rhiandoll oxox
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