If this is what you want then fire at will
I've been in kind of a dark place lately. I don't know why. I am not asking for hugs or anything - I just wanted to give those of you who might have talked to me and been like "dude what the fuck is wrong with her?" a heads up. I dont know. It's lame and a downer. But by day FIVE of that? It was like "Enough." So last night, when I went to bed I thought to myself "If I'm not too tired after Spanish, I'll go run some errands and maybe run over to Solid Ink to discuss my guns."
This was like, last thing on my agenda. I had to go to the bank and the post office and class. Only, after class I get to the post office, and there's a package. What? Why? Who the hell sent me a package. frausorge did, as she was moving and trying to get rid of her Mikey Way Black Parade mask to someone who could love it (I do, omg, its gorgeous). But I had no idea what the hell could be in this huge box. And then I opened it at band name stared up at me saying "Rachael, get thee to the fucking tattoo parlor and stop waffling about your fucking guns."
Because I had been waffling. Rather intensely. There's a stigma that comes with band tattoos and everything but I dont think this is the same. So, I went to talk to my artist Rick about it. Just talk. Only the place is mostly empty and Rick goes "Do you want do it today?" What? Today-today? Like right now?
I kind of surprised myself by saying yes. I wanted to do it before my birthday I think. I wanted to turn 23 stronger and braver than I am at 22. So, yeah, I was alone and I agreed to it because I needed to. I needed to make a decision about myself and my body and my life without asking my mom or my friends or anyone. And thats what I did.
My girls mondegreen and ofangoriousone showed up about half an hour into the session but I started that alone and I followed through on my own steam.
All told it took about an hour and a half. I ended up going with a font that was inspired by the Black Parade in contrast with the Revenge pistols to make something that's just mine. I put it on my upper thigh so that I had space but it could be hidden. I think it was worth it.
And then we took a few pictures. I'm pantsless in them and they're a little bity big so they're under a cut.
But the finished product, if you want to see it, is right here.
Fire at will. Bring it the hell on, life. I think I'm ready. Or if not, I'm getting there.
This was like, last thing on my agenda. I had to go to the bank and the post office and class. Only, after class I get to the post office, and there's a package. What? Why? Who the hell sent me a package. frausorge did, as she was moving and trying to get rid of her Mikey Way Black Parade mask to someone who could love it (I do, omg, its gorgeous). But I had no idea what the hell could be in this huge box. And then I opened it at band name stared up at me saying "Rachael, get thee to the fucking tattoo parlor and stop waffling about your fucking guns."
Because I had been waffling. Rather intensely. There's a stigma that comes with band tattoos and everything but I dont think this is the same. So, I went to talk to my artist Rick about it. Just talk. Only the place is mostly empty and Rick goes "Do you want do it today?" What? Today-today? Like right now?
I kind of surprised myself by saying yes. I wanted to do it before my birthday I think. I wanted to turn 23 stronger and braver than I am at 22. So, yeah, I was alone and I agreed to it because I needed to. I needed to make a decision about myself and my body and my life without asking my mom or my friends or anyone. And thats what I did.
My girls mondegreen and ofangoriousone showed up about half an hour into the session but I started that alone and I followed through on my own steam.
All told it took about an hour and a half. I ended up going with a font that was inspired by the Black Parade in contrast with the Revenge pistols to make something that's just mine. I put it on my upper thigh so that I had space but it could be hidden. I think it was worth it.
And then we took a few pictures. I'm pantsless in them and they're a little bity big so they're under a cut.
But the finished product, if you want to see it, is right here.
Fire at will. Bring it the hell on, life. I think I'm ready. Or if not, I'm getting there.