i didn’t miss you at all, bub.
Good things come in jars. Peanut butter, jelly, those two-headed fetal pigs at the Natural History Museum.
you should be more back tbh.
why are you still awake GO TO SLEEP (i’ll try to be more back this week, promise)
I feel better educated with you around. Also missing your commentary on the fandom crazy, please save me.
oh lord, i don’t anyone can save you from that. i have only the vaguest idea of what i missed so i’m just gonna carry on sticking my fingers in my ears until it goes away.
oh man you picked hard things!
video games: final fantasy vii (never getting over that game tbh), mass effect 2 (no mako being a dick, no depressing ending), monkey island (childhood!), theme hospital (childhood again, plus hilariousness) and please don’t make me pick just one bioshock :( i played infinite last week and loved it but i completely lost myself in the first one when it came out so i can’t decide. and i really love 2. ugh. um. a bioshock. either/or.
vampires? oh man. i don’t even know if i can think of five. okay: nothing from lost souls. pam from true blood. uuuuuum. darla in buffy/angel? (i had a thing for julie benz as a kid. still do tbh.) david from lost boys. john quinn from the nightworld books which i loved as a kid, don’t judge.
willow and tara moments? “i brought a candle, it’s extra flamey” at the end of new moon rising; dancing at the end of family; moving the vending machine in hush; “can you just be kissing me now?” at the end of entropy; “i am you know” “what?” “yours” in who are you. (and i didn’t even have to look up a single one of those. just to show how obsessed i was with them)
places, assuming i have some system of rapid travel: cornwall, so i could get rattler cider from the tap; amsterdam, because i miss leidseplein; new york, because i always wanted to; ireland because guinness, toronto because canada.
lovecanbesostrange replied to your post: When the Wraith took him, Prince Philip was ready to die. He would give his life to make sure Aurora was safe. It was a surprise to wake up on a sofa, in another world. A woman looked at him quizzically. Pen in hand, but she obviously had stopped writing on her notepad. Take a deep breath, you are alive and well Wren. Despite her soothing words her hands were shaking. Do you have other patients like me, Doctor Sullivan? Dreaming of an Enchanted Land. I know of a werewolf from there
Mulan and Aurora trying to safe Philip will open a portal Its also obvious that Cora is Aria and therefore A. She has a thing of falling for her teacher (Rumple/Ezra) and just look at her clothes. And yes, Han, Paige can be an actual prince now.
pls never make me leave this headcanon. i don’t think i want to watch either show anymore, this is much better.
And everyone is Cora’d?
I fully accept this as the truth and nothing but the truth (I love shitty muder mysteries involving lesbians XD ). Well, so Cora is A
i also decided that the red coat person is toby in a wig, but let’s go with cora instead.
All of this is beautiful. And it rips my heart out. OMG that ficlet… I remember just wanting to give a totally far-out prompt, but you turned it into art and I love it so, so much.
i kind of love that fic, if i do say so myself. although it’s only now i realize part of the prompt said ‘comedy’ hahahahahaha. oops.
I want a fic in which something happens to the Doctor and the Tardis escapes, so she just grabs Rose (after Satans Pit) & Donna (during Midnight) and they have to work together to rescue him, but can never tell anyone.
“Oh, it’s you.”
Rose makes a face, spinning around like she’s looking for someone else. “Doctor?”
“He’s not here. And I was relaxing in an alien spa having the time of my life when I ended up here, so I imagine he’s got himself into some kind of trouble and needs saving. As usual.”
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
She thinks about it for a minute, wondering what time she came from. She shrugs. “Donna Noble.”
“Rose Tyler.” Donna rolls her eyes, because obviously. “So you know the Doctor?”
“It’s more like he knows me. He’ll tell you all about it one day, I’m sure. Best temp in Chiswick.”
lovecanbesostrange replied to your post: Brittany woke up, when a foot kicked her repeatedly. She turned to her side and put her own leg over the ones kicking her, snaking one arm under the pillow and the other firmly around the body beside her. Quinn, its okay, youre just dreaming, she murmered and the motions slowly stopped. Quinns breathing evened out and she wiggled back a little, pressing up against Brittanys front. Brittany was glad Quinn wouldnt remember the nightmare in the morning, instead waking up fully protected.
But this is nice Quinn totally dreamed up all that stuff from last night, but really Britt holds her and makes it all go away with cuddles!
maybe you should have told me that first before i had all these fEELINGS
(S1) Quinn’s heart is pounding. She has some experience in lying, that isn’t the problem. But the reason she did this, is something she can barely think out loud in her own head. She told Brittany the wrong time to come by her house. And so they will have three hours until Santana arrives. Three hours alone with Brittany in her house. Quinn doesn’t even understand what she expects coming from this, but when Brittany knocks and then wraps her up in a tight hug in greeting, everything feels right.
Brittany stepped out of the shower and into the locker room she thought should be empty by now. “What’s up with you? Even I could tell you were a beat off today.” Quinn sat on the bench. Her voice was all high and mighty, her eyes showed she cared. Brittany sat down, fidgeting with the towel she was wrapped in. “Santana and I…” That was all she could say. Quinn put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, despite the water still dripping from her hair. “It’s okay, I’m still here.”
Quinn had resigned to the fact that she could never compete with Santana. Well, she could when it was about cheerleading and all that crap, but Brittany’s heart wasn’t something to play games with. It was okay, Quinn could survive this. But when she came to school and found Brittany sitting on Artie’s lap, snuggling up to him and leaving a kiss on the corner of his mouth, Quinn didn’t know what to do. She wanted Brittany to be happy. But why didn’t she have a shot of giving her just that?
She had slept with Puck the day she had found Brittany and Santana kissing under the bleachers. She had told Coach Sylvester about Santana’s boob job to get back on the team - to be near Brittany. She had felt this pain in her chest all year long, when Brittany was with Artie and tried to occupy her time with petty boyfriend stealing. Now she was in New York in a bathroom, trying to hold back the tears. Everybody had love, but why couldn’t she even tell the one person that counted how she felt?
Being Lucy was shit. Being Quinn Fabray didn’t mean anything. So she tried to invent herself once more with pink hair dye and a pack of cigarettes. She wasn’t prepared for running into Brittany on the 7/11 parking lot. “I see where Lord Tubbington got his bad habbits from.” “I haven’t seen your fat cat in forever.” She tried to sneer, but seeing the look on Britt’s face made her lose her confidence. “You should come by. I’d help you- both.” Britt’s hand graced her shoulder and Quinn fell apart.
It took her most of Senior Year to put herself back together. Whenever she faltered she looked at Brittany, promising herself to one day be good enough for one like her, if there could ever by such a person. Leaving Lima seemed a good step, trying to leave her coward and broken heart behind with her. But half a year later she was lying in a hotel bed and silently she wept, because this was as close as she could ever get to the real thing. Maybe this night they both had settled for second best.
KAT THAT WAS FUCKING RUDE AND I DON’T LIKE YOU ANYMORE
Oh, here, I cant fill your request, so have a nice soulcrushing little snippet from the fiery pits of emotional hell. There isnt a curse in the English language strong enough to convey my hate and disgust for you.
ahahahahahadlasjdlak;lskd i love you too