Supernatural, Doctor Who, Elementary, Teen Wolf, Hannibal, and The Walking Dead. Spanning from a love of TV & film to literature, art, music, and the like.
- Me: The problem with our churches is that they don't understand that when it's taught that we must love and accept all, there are no exceptions.
- Me: [opens tumblr and the first post on my dash is a steamy guy-on-guy make-out session.]
- Julio: What the hell is going on there?
- Me: We're, uh, supposed to accept everything. No exceptions, July. [scrolls down] Sorry you had to see that. That, uh- wasn't me.
I have to go to this event I’m really not looking forward to tonight, and I couldn’t get any writing done or take a nap, but I’m committed to taking a bubble bath right now and if that’s not some sort of victory after a big exam and a long day at work, I don’t know what is.
lumalore replied to your chat: Isabella: Can you carry me, piggyback? Me: Sure,…
Okay I’m sorry but you two are so adorable it’s almost too much.
She loves chicken nuggets more than she loves me, that is too much! I told her, “but I take care of you, I play with you and I feed you- are you sure you love chicken nuggets more?” and she replied, really quickly, “Yeah. I do. Chicken nuggets taste good. I love them with my biggest, biggest heart more.”
- Isabella: Can you carry me, piggyback?
- Me: Sure, baby. (I carry her and walk around the house)
- Isa: I love it when you carry me.
- Me: That's nice.
- Isa: And I love chicken nuggets. Nai-nai, I love it when you carry me and I love chicken nuggets and then I love you.
- Isa: But I love chicken nuggets most. And then- then piggybacks.
- Me: You love me last?
- Isa: Yeah, I think so.
Last week, I had a conversation with my sister’s boyfriend about one of my employers who’s a practicing christian married to a practicing jewish woman.
msdirected replied to your post: My employer/professor gave me the okay to make my…
no, i dont think you really are sorry :)
You saw right through my facade! I’m not sorry in the slightest! I’ve got an excuse to talk about my passions to the best classmates I’ve ever had and I am ready to go.
I specifically can’t wait to talk about how the acceptance of homoeroticism and alternative sexualities is one of the better aspects of fandom, but that this sometimes comes at the unfortunate expense of demeaning female roles and characters. I’ll try not to get visibly emotional while I present.
lumalore replied to your post: lumalore replied to your post: THAT’S IT, I’VE…
is that a reference to the imagine dragons song? bc if so, then yay. lol whoever else responded seems like a cool kid…i may or may not have to go stalk their blog for a bit
Haha, you caught me! A total reference to that song :) Also, Anna is cool. Very cool. One of the cooliest, in my opinion. (You’re the cooliest, too, honey bunches, you’re cooler than a cucumber on ice)
I’m studying Psych and English, the perfect life for me would be one that involves writing professionally and happily, and I have plenty of space to focus on violin, art, and learning other languages.
But sometimes I want to drop everything and become a sex ed teacher or something because the degree of ignorance thats perpetuated in this country about the human body, sexuality, and orientations is terrifying.
How do you go from writing something dirty to writing something cheesy in one flow of thought.
I would like to know what was occurring inside of me when I wrote this drabble after I finished my paper.
Joshua bought me a set of watercolor paints and brushes and paper and it should be coming in this weekend. I don’t know what to do
- Do I keep drawing in a anime-centric style, though I dislike it, because that’s the only style I’m good at?
- Do I draw in a more realistic style even if the drawings come out cruddy just so I can keep practicing out of my cartooning style?
- Do I marry Josh in an act of obligation/gratitude?
- Or maybe just make him the chocolate-caramel cake he likes so much?
I was folding laundry when I realized something- I fit into my 11 year old brother’s clothes. He is literally that big and I am literally that small (mostly, I’m that small) that I can wear his shirts.
Do you know what that means? It means I now have a closet full of flannels at my constant disposal.
Maggie, Rachel (first time using your name, I’m sorry if it comes off as forward!), please know your drabbles are done. I will post them up tomorrow when I’m not about to keel over. Everyone else, this is fair warning that tomorrow I will post something ridiculously cheesy involving proposals and Dean cooking for Cas in the batcave. Don’t complain when it happens, I give you ample time to run.
I am so ridiculously tired. I’ve not been sleeping like I should, and I’m just a bit at ends right now because I’m that sort of tired right now where I can’t articulate things correctly and I feel like I’m moving and thinking very, very slowly and stupidly. I get like this and it’s hard to really be social, since that takes a lot of energy and all, so I’ve been very quiet all day and the look of surprise and expectancy in my classmates and employer/professor’s faces in our feminism class was almost comical.
Moments like this, I wish I had said yes to Pace and would’ve taken joy in the huge napping areas they had around the campus buildings.
I can’t figure out how to reply to replies anymore, since I’ve lost the speech bubble thing now, but I won’t be deleting anything yet. Still, I do wanna say you guys have no idea how corny some of this stuff is.
Like, I am almost besides myself with embarrassment. Not entirely in a bad way, though! I’m giggling over a lot of this. I sometimes write really, really ridiculous stuff, lol
I have 34 drafts. 34 unfinished drabbles. I think I have a problem.
