"This is why I'm broke" the Meme!

[galvantula]

The YOU BOUGHT WHAT?! Meme

So for whatever reason, you just spent a ridiculous amount of money on a really stupid item. Maybe it's the Party Python (pictured above), a whopping 26 pounds of gummy snake, or maybe you just bought a life-sized whale made of swiss cheese. Whatever you did, your friend/roommate/comrade/the random stranger in your hotel lobby must now put up with the consequences of your buying decisions. Maybe it's for a party, maybe it isn't--either way, if you show up with a six foot long gummy snake, they're pretty much bound to say: you bought what?!

So here's how it works (and it is incredibly simple with no RNG involved, really):

1. Character A comments with Name | Canon, and whether they're the Buyer OR Receiver, or either!
2. Character B replies with the opposite and either shows off or reacts to said ridiculous item for whatever reason! Be it a batman snuggie or a giant party python, your possibilities are only as limitless as the dumbest, most expensive thing you think your character might buy! Your character might be drunk or not, that choice is up to you.
3. Everyone questions their choices and profits! And by profits, I mean loses massive amounts of money!

Simple, no? Have at!

Comments

Sora | Kingdom Hearts

[juniorhero]

[ either buyer or receiver c: ]

Len Harper || Vocaloid (AU) || No smut, in case it needs saying - otherwise, pretty much OTA.

[altereaped]

((Receiver, and pretty much guaranteed to make this very face.))

Sherlock Holmes| Sherlock BBC | Either

[laterz]

[ ooc; most likely the 'buyer' here, lbr. he picks up some crazy things. ]

Sousuke Sagara || Full Metal Panic!

[drywall]

[ Buyer or receiver - as a buyer expect him to purchase some ludicrously expensive military equipment ]

[acclimation]

[he's not been gone more than a few hours. just as any other time; he'd stepped out to get some air, possibly bring back something for them given that he hasn't seen the other man so much as touch anything edible all day. ever the thoughtful friend, he'd decided to head back to their flat to ask what sherlock would be in the mood for, lest he run the risk of bringing something back that the particular little git detective in the silly hat wouldn't find appealing.

coming up the stairs, no more than a few steps from their door -] Sherlock, I -

[and he isn't all the way inside the door before he sees it. nearly taking up half of the open space in the sitting room, asymmetrical and pointed and gaudy, and john stops just short of getting a sleeve caught on one of those sharp edges as he peers over at the man pondering it.] .. What on earth have you done?

doot doot this too.

[acclimation]

[this is possibly the worst idea.

the worst, or the best. he can't quite gotten that part figured out yet. but when presented with the opportunity to bring something small, fuzzy and potentially immensely irritating to his flatmate home, he can't exactly bring himself to pass it up.

john smiles to himself as he carries the pup carefully in one arm, making soft, soothing noises at the poor thing as it squirms to be let free. almost home, just be still ..

up the stairs and in the door, and he sets the little thing down to begin exploring, chuckling quietly as he moves to the kitchen in vain hope of finding some way to make himself some tea.]

Maou Sadao | Hataraku Maou-sama!

[supervising]

[most likely buying here, can receive if need be.]

[laterz]

[ One has to wonder how Sherlock even got it through the door, but then, one would be an idiot to think the likes of Sherlock Holmes could be constrained to the laws of physics and the set dimensions of the doors to their flat.

The man in question is draped in the cradle of the odd thing, lying back with his legs straddling the horn a less mature mind would see some sort of unfortunate symbolism worth giggle-snorting at. Judging by the way his coat is splaying around him and his shoes are still on, he's either about to go out or was just too lazy to dress down after getting the thing in.

He's tapping away at his ( for once ) laptop. ]

You left it on the tall table.

[ John's phone is what is sitting on the tall table in the kitchen, which wasn't what he was asking for, Sherlock knows. He should be, though. ]

[acclimation]

[he can't think the likes of one sherlock holmes would be constrained by the laws of physics, but looking at the sheer size of the thing the other man is draped across - well done, by the way, immaculate balance - he has to wonder. just has to.

the unfortunate symbolism does pass through his mind, but being of a more mature mind than most anyone else that would possibly find themselves taking in such a sight has him being able to simply gloss over it and leave it soundly in the background.

john blinks, mouth working to form some sort of response but he's so completely baffled that it's all he can do to stand there with his hands on his hips and stare at the other man as though he's suddenly grown a second head.] Yes, I realize that. That's why I've come back instead of ringing you - now what is this and where did it come from?

How did you even get it in here?

[laterz]

[ Sherlock is in his room at the time, indexing his socks from the fresh laundry John has provided him in the basket. The door is open, though by a crack. Somehow it's understood that their rooms are their private domains, though Sherlock has occasionally broken this rule in the past for what he deemed necessary, and there was the whole incident of handling him while he was drugged for John to know Sherlock's personal room is shockingly tidy. It's really more that Sherlock's mess tends to be shoved everywhere in the flat but his room.

He's about to shout at John about stirring one of his experiments bubbling ominously on the stovetop when he's stopped by the sound of a chuckle. That's suspicious.

Before the man can investigate, however, he hears the tiny click of nails on the kitchen floor. Fortunately or unfortunately for John, the very first place the puppy wants to scope out is the smells there. Sherlock is stunned still for all the few seconds it takes for the little mongrel to poke it's head in through his door and pant adorably up at him with its bright blue eyes. ]

...Hello.

[ It's all he can think to say at first... And then the stubby-limbed little bastard goes for his laundry basket. ]

No. Nononono...

[ The pup darts full-sprint back into the flat, followed shortly by the door to Sherlock's room whipping inward and one incredulously perturbed consulting detective. ]

isaac lahey || teen wolf || open

[firstbeta]

((either/or, doesn't matter!))

[better]

[Erica is watching him carefully. He's still staring at something in the aisle of the smallest grocery store ever. She knows that she told him she wanted to go with him the next time he went shopping, but if she had known it would be this? She might have bribed him to go a town or five over.

Still, she wanders the shop and browses the aisles.

She makes a purchase and then comes to join him in his browsing.]

Are you still trying to decide on... what are you looking at? If you're still sad that they are out of your favorite cereal we could go to another grocery store. [Her hand slides around his waist, pulling herself flush to him before she takes the basket out of his hand with one hand and presents her purchase to him with the other.]

For you.

[acclimation]

[indexing his socks. of course. he could never be seen doing anything less questionable. (never mind that a grown man can't even do his own laundry, and therefore john has to do every single bit of it. though he supposes it could be worse, there is always the saying of you want it done right, do it yourself

that, and mrs. hudson's constant reminder that she's no one's housekeeper.)

he doesn't bother looking for the other man just yet, set to contend with the constant mess in the kitchen as he scrounges around, flicking his gaze every once in a while to assure himself that his new friend hasn't already managed to get himself into trouble -

except for when he hears that skittering of claws over the floor and his head snaps up, eyes widening as the puppy comes to hide behind his ankles. john looks for down at it, then at sherlock, the latter of whom appears to be quite out of sorts, and he can only raise his eyebrows in response.] I see you've met Arthur. Quite cute, isn't he?

Zoe Hanji | Attack on Titan | OTA

[deviantlyhates]

[ either or ]

Yukimura Sanada ○ Sengoku Basara

[wingedtiger]

[Buyer...]

Shougo Makishima | PSYCHO-PASS | OTA

[passingships]

( Likely the buyer, but am open to both options. He's rich, yo. )

[laterz]

[ It is a well-kept secret ( at least Sherlock likes to think so ) that the younger man derives a certain sort of pleasure from leaving his flatmate and gobsmacked at his antics ( unless it's from the edge of St. Barts on the other end of a phone, but that's not something he's found out just yet ). Sherlock may indeed be watching John over the edge of his laptop, but he things he does a damn decent job of making it less than obvious. The look of annoyance he levels at John is perfect. ]

It's payment, obviously. You recall the incident with the sculpture and the smuggling ring.

[ And he flaps his hand, as if this matter is done. ]

I don't know why you'd bother to ring when you know what I'd want and you still have my card.

[laterz]

[ Of all the things John has walked in on him doing, peacefully indexing his socks while an experiment boils away relatively contained is one of the more tame, if not the most tame thing the other man could expect to find, next to Sherlock passed out after god knows how long of fighting it. Perhaps the day could have passed pleasantly, with both of them passing the time in separate, but companionable spheres.

But no. No, today, John has brought home a puppy, and any hope at peace has flown out the proverbial window. John may as well have walked into the flat and pissed in every corner, this is so confounding and distasteful.

He is reassured that this is an act of war when he lays eyes on his flatmate's expression, smug as you please. Oh.

Sherlock's expression smooths immediately into something bored and lofty, almost aggressively so. He stops at the edge of the table positively littered with his lab equipment and cants his head. ]

And what's her name?

[ Because a woman's approval is obviously involved here somewhere. It doesn't make it any more tolerable, mind you. ]

Tony Stark | MCU

[manofiron]

[ Definitely the buyer ]

i did the thing

[curiousmiku]

[ Len. Len. Len.

Is that Miku holding up a 26-Pound Edible Gummy Party Python?! Yes. Yes it is. ]

Len-kun!! Len-kun, look at what I bought! [ Aww, look how enthusiastic she is. ]

Tsubasa Kazanari // Senki Zesshou Symphogear // receiver

[heavenrend]

Airi Ban // Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Survivor 2 // either!

[nonavelgazing]

Elissa Cousland | Dragon Age: Origins - OTA, Het for romance

[elissacousland]

[[Receiver. Prose preferred. Castmates or earlier threaders welcome, but will play with anyone!]]

Re: Sousuke Sagara || Full Metal Panic!

[hexofamage]

[Oh look it was a giant dish of... something. It had the general consistency of yogurt or pudding, but the color was somewhere between black and dark maroon and it smelled like pennies. There were chunks of something in it. Henry held it up cheerfully, and stabbed a spoon into the center of its mass for Sousuke to use. The spoon stuck there, its handle quivering slightly.]

Well, eat up!

levi ❂ attack on titan/shingeki no kyojin

[curtailment]

[ probably receiving. ]