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Something I honestly still find very funny is Adrien’s last name. 

Like, he’s the prodigious son of the unfamous Gabriel Agreste, one of the best worldwide designer. He also happens to be a famous model, who lives in a big ass mansion right next to the Tour Eiffel (so close it might as well BE in his garden) and has a bedroom so big I could probably fit my whole house in it.

And his last name is Agreste. “Agreste”, which is an adjective meaning “what belongs to the contryside, something of a rustic simplicity”.

oh sweet irony

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Frozen is a 2013 American 3D computer-animated musical fantasy-comedy film produced by Walt Disney Animation Studios and released by Walt Disney Pictures. Copyrights belongs to them.

Summary: “I fell asleep on you and drooled all over your shoulder in a theater during a really bad movie and you were too nice to shove me off”

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kids are being brought up with everyone around them like “books? are you serious? who the hell READS lol” and “why do i need to learn another language if i already know english” and “math is dumb i’ll never need this in the real world :)))” and then you wonder why they aren’t academically motivated when by the time everyone else has gotten their shit together they’ve finally become who they thought they should have been all along 

So, like, I haven’t really advertised it at all but I was in a car accident recently. I wasn’t really hurt minus some minor knee pain but the crash left my car unsalvageable (mostly due to the car’s age since it’s a ‘95 Dodge with a market value of maybe $900). 

Before this even happened, I’d been looking around online at prices for newer cars anyway and hadn’t really found much of promise other than one private seller’s post on Craig’s List… and then, after the crash and finding new levels of motivation when I was suddenly without wheels, I stumbled upon a dealership website and found it.

The one.

It has basically everything I want in a car. All I need to know is that I can afford the financing rates, which I’m finding out tonight after days of trying to make contact with one of their sales reps and figure this stuff out.

I may have a new car as soon as tonight or tomorrow.

I may have a new car.

A car that I honestly really liked upon first sight and that I’ve only set my sights on more since showing it to other people and viewing similar models on other websites (so that I could get a proper price comparison - and boy, is the one I found a steal).

I want it. I want it so bad.

Please send me your good vibes.

Okay so you know how a while back I was getting all up in arms about Bill Chapman’s characterization in fics, and ranting about how I couldn’t accept him as a nice guy.  Well, there’s an exception to every rule and in this case, it’s the Police Chief’s Daughter AU chapter of New Romantics by @nightslightss. Bill Chapman (from what we see of him) is an pretty decent dude in that one (a police chief and not a nasty one), and Carol is a typical suburban mom and it’s fine and it works.  And the reason it works is because part of the AU is essentially “what if Piper grew up with a normal supportive set of parents rather than the steaming piles of unreasonable expectations and constant disappointment that are canon Bill and Carol?”

Piper is still distinctly Piper: a straight A student, a good kid, a little apart from everyone else. But in this scenario it’s not necessarily because Bill and Carol have been making her feel like she doesn’t measure up, it’s kind of because of the inherent pressures of being the police chief’s kid and honestly the police chief’s kid is going to be a little apart from everyone else, and she is going to be a good kid. I mean, obviously, the characterization is deeper than that (I’m really just skimming the surface), but I’m really just trying to point out how to do AU characterizations correctly. Bill can be a nice guy as long as Piper changes accordingly (and there are obviously still some universal constants).

Anyway… I know that’s kind of random, but I was thinking about fanfic and OOC and the dip in quality in Vauseman fanfic these days (outside of the work of about five authors, nothing has captured my attention and, in fact, a lot of it is just kind of… blah).  Anyway… just had to comment.  (P.S. read New Romantics… that is all)

So I have a fear of needles.

It’s pretty severe. Mostly medical needles, but piercing needles and tattoo needles get me too. I have a panic attack, and cry and then the panic attack sets off my asthma any time I see a needle. And I know for blood draws the needle comes out, it doesn’t matter something is in my skin, I can’t deal. It’s worse if you try and make me lay down, I panic more because I feel trapped. And if I’m going to do it at all I have to feel like I have any control at all over it. So I turn into a big fucking mess basically.

And I get treated really bad by doctors bad nurses who have decided that I as an adult have to just suck it up because they don’t have time for that. And I get it, they’re in a hurry. But it would go a lot faster if they would just give me a damn minute to compose myself instead of screaming at me.

Once a couple years ago, my doctor wanted to test me for mono. I was literally the only patient. She sent in the nurse. Assured me this nurse was amazing, so patient so kind. Every kid loved this nurse no matter, how frightened. She comes in and immediately says “you’re an adult” and from that point on it went down hill. She told me to quit my crying, grow up and to suck it up. She put her hand on my chest and forced me to lie down. At that point my husband who had been trying to soothe me, lost his shit. He threw her out. Said he needed to see the doctor immediately. Made a complaint, demanded she apologize for manhandling me. My doctor was appalled. But the nurse refused, and I left without the bloodwork I needed. I did have mono, we found out later at a hospital.

I’ve since learned, there’s a place a few towns over, that specializes in blood draws, and has no issues with me being frightened, or upset. The nurse took my hand looked me in the eye and said “you can cry and scream and fit all you need, but don’t move this arm at all. It’ll be over fast I’m good at this.” She called another nurse in to help her, and it was less than two minutes before she was done.

But even knowing my husband won’t stand for that shit, knowing those lovely nurses are amazing, and made it the least painful experience ever. That one nurse fucked me up, and I now have an anxiety attack immediately upon hearing I need bloodwork or a shot. Guess who needs bloodwork Monday.

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@gingerhulksmash we are the Mom Friends™ and this is our life style, thank u @h-otokichan
(Feat. @cindersart because gurl u and hoto are the children)

so i tried coming out to one of my friends yesterday and I thought it was gonna be kinda easy but i was about to fucking throw up :)

When I’m tired thinking even about the smallest thing is a downward slide to the Thinking jfc can I animate a raccoon without feeling absolutely horrible for a totally irrelevant reason thx

When u tell a friend something kinda sorta personal and they think you’re gross and insane for it and constantly make fun of you for it and compare the thing to hitler

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