I love my Phone, but it’s jealous I miss my Laptop so it jealously ruins my connection to the internet, doubly reblogs my reblogs, angrily doesn’t let me see my messages, makes it hard to add comments/captions, and will never show me my tags. Or my side-blogs. I’m sorry, Phone. It’s just easier with Laptop.
Rule #1 of shipping: Always reblog this.
This is me and my ships.
This is me and not caring what you say about me and my ships.
This is me because of my ships.
This is me to what you say about my ships.
This is my final say to naysayers.
SO THIS IS ME IN SCIENTIFIC TERMS, EH?
YOLO ohw wait someone already wrote this oh well YOLO
My ENTIRE GAD DAMN LIFE
oh somebody already said YOLO oh fuck that
i dont see how some people arent
I HAVE IT BAAAAD
So this is me. Every single last one of these comments. And that original picture. And I regret nothing. Not even gonna edit or trim any of it because it’s all true.
Now I feel kind of like a bitch for just reblogging shit and not giving back. I think I’ll spam some of my Hunger Games stuff while I’m working on newer stuff.
well fuck this shit
What? WHAT? I want them to develop the Makorra relationship and convince me that it works. We don’t need more drama than that. Blargh.
Hopefully it’s just a little side aspect of her personality that barely comes into play. :\
water you doing bryke.
So….romance fail XD Bryke, stick to the action and plot, please.
(Especially since I don’t think the whole thing with Asami is really resolved, IMO).
Epic romance is…not epic? Kolkolkolkol, too much sugar says I’m going to troll this in my mind and just not be mad.
Haha, I took time to actually make a masterposts of my stuff yesterday. ‘Cause you know….I reblog the shit out of everything all the freakin’ time. So now you don’t have to wade through tons of reblogs just to see something I actually made (lololol).
Videos I made (that are posted here): A Tarrlok tribute (new), a Korrlok vid (semi-new XD), and a Korra tribute.
Graphics I’ve done (they’re silly and simple XDXD).
And a masterpost of fics that are posted here, mostly of Legend of Korra stuff (split between Korrlok, Amorralok, and Korroh stuff for now), ATLA drabbles including a King Kuei/fem!Aang and Ozai/fem!Aang, and a misc of other drabbles. I’ll continously catch this up, so you guys don’t have to see all my reblogs of craziness XDXDXD I’ll start posting my other stuff from FF.NET so y’all don’t have go to another site :D
‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.–