and plus that quote makes me happy

Imma Tell y’all something!

Alright, listen here you little fucks! Yrene and Chaol are a ship. They are fucking married if you have a problem with a biracial woman falling in love with a white guy FITE ME!!!  “OH! DID YOU KNOW HER FATHER IS FROM EYLLWE”, WELL READ THE DAMN BOOK!!!!!








anonymous asked:

Do you realize the only argument you have when someone says Sakura is only trying to make Sasuke hers is a quote from Kakashi ..? It's a little weak don't you think, compared to all the time she confessed at such wrong times only to make Sasuke stay, and the Sakura novel where Sakura herself says she will declare to Sasuke no matter how many times it takes. Plus the parallels between her never giving up when she fights and her confessions.

Do you realise that by this flawed logic, your argument for Karin putting Sasuke’s happiness above her own is every bit as weak when considering the only evidence you have is a quote from Karin?

See, not only is it that easy for me to throw your point back in your face, but I can also show you just how irrelevant it actually is.

Firstly, Sakura wanted to save Sasuke from the darkness - that was her goal during the story, and even in the Kakashi quote that is apparently our “only argument”, Kakashi mentions this as well, because that was her priority. While Sasuke was suffering in hatred, Sakura didn’t care about getting into a relationship with him. As Kakashi said, “she only wanted to save [him]”.

However, once Sasuke was saved from the darkness, he was able to embrace love again. He no longer needed saving, so in that case, what’s so wrong with Sakura again wanting to pursue a romantic relationship with him? Please Anon, answer me this question, because I really want to know why it’s so bad for Sakura to want to pursue a relationship after Sasuke’s been saved.

Secondly, that isn’t even the only argument there is to illustrate the fact that while Sasuke was still afflicted with the Curse of Hatred, Sakura wasn’t trying to make him her’s, because not only does she demonstrate during each of her confessions that the only thing she cared about was Sasuke’s happiness (and I can prove that too with other panels), but this is also portrayed during other instances such as after Team 7′s 2nd reunion in the Land of Iron where she made it clear that her dream was to see a smiling Team 7 again, not to make Sasuke her’s.

  • You mention all the “wrong” times Sakura confessed, well tell me what a “right” time would have been.
  • You say they were “only to make Sasuke stay”, as if that wasn’t part of the entire reason behind Naruto’s and Sakura’s efforts in the first place.
  • And then you mention Sakura’s novel, which takes place long after Sasuke had been saved, and therefore does absolutely nothing for your point whatsoever.

Because you see Anon, anti extremists often spout such drivel, including nonsense like how Sakura “only ever” cared about making Sasuke hers, or how she “only ever” viewed him as a trophy, or perhaps the most ridiculous one - how she “only ever” wanted to join the Uchiha clan because she wanted the status it provided. It’s them who say things like how that’s all Sakura ever cared about, when it’s very easy to see what utter rubbish that is - Sakura’s main concern while Sasuke was under the influence of the Curse, was always to save him.

Now then, if you’d be so kind as to answer my previous question -  why is it so bad for Sakura to want to pursue a relationship after Sasuke’s been saved?

Early Retirement

Request: Since your requests are open, could you write a Steve x reader where she is a little chubby and has kind of a big butt and Steve loves using it as a pillow?


A/N: I totally projected my idea of the perfect mother on to this. I just love the idea of an emotionally open and safe marriage, with lots of cuddling and love.

You lie on your bed watching TV while you waited for Steve to get back home. He’d been busy training the new recruits as of late, but it was all in the interest of finally putting down the shield and retiring. You didn’t really know what that would mean for the two of you, but you thought it’d be nice not to have to fear for your husband’s life every time he went to work. The front door of your home opened and closed and the security system beeped accordingly. You listened to Steve walk through the house towards the bedroom. As he came in you looked at him with a happy smile.

“Welcome home, baby,” you greeted.

He smiled back at you and came over to kiss you, “Thank you. You look tired,” he observed.

“So do you,” you countered. Steve spent all day training which was very physical work, you were just mentally tired, and your feet hurt a little, but nothing near what his exhaustion must have been.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower, you tell me about your day when I come back.”

“Alright,” you agreed. You went back to watching TV while you waited for Steve to be done with his shower.  The day hadn’t really been too bad save a few assholes, and a very important meeting. When Steve came back, he was in the gray sweat pants that had been the bane of your existence for four years and a white t-shirt. He rubbed the towel on his hair then threw it into the dirty laundry basket in the corner of the room. He then fell heavily on the bed.

“So, what happened, doll?”

“You remember that horrible man at the benefit we went to.”

“The one with the tragic comb over?’ he questioned.

“Uh, huh, looks like Stephen King on meth,” you further described, making Steve bark out a quick laugh.

“I remember him.”

“Well, I suppose he didn’t like me either, because he sent a very long email to me about how if I wanted my company to be taken seriously I’d better lay off the cheeseburgers, learn some self control, and go to the gym more often.”

“What does that even have to do with your company?!” Steve yelled out, sounding just as frustrated as you felt.

“Exactly!” you yelled back, “I could put him out of his job! It would just take a phone call, because the business he’s representing is supposed to be body positive. And if I don’t see him fired, I could pull all the goddamn receipts and trash their entire corporation.”

Steve smiled and rolled over so he was on his stomach. He looked at your body as you lie across the foot of the bed. He rather liked the fat on your thighs that made them soft and voluptuous, and your ass that reminded him of a big Georgia peach. He pulled you by the hips closer to him so he could use your ass as pillow.

“Give him hell,” Steve encouraged with a smile.

“You know what I will,” you agreed, with solid conviction.

“Do it, baby,” he grinned even wider.

“Aren’t you supposed to be urging me to do the right thing?” you laughed.

“That is the right thing. No one tries to insult my baby and get away with it. Ruin his life,” he encouraged, “Besides, how is all this a bad thing?” he asked rubbing his hands up your thighs and settling at you waist. You were soft there too.

“I’ve always known I’m not for everyone. Some people like thin women exclusively, and no shade to thin women but I don’t want to be one. I’m healthy, I’m happy, so why make myself unhappy to fit society’s idea of ‘happy and healthy’,” you air quoted.

“You shouldn’t.  I am in so in love with you, all of you just the way you are.”

“You just married me for my butt,” you snorted, looking back at him, where he lie contentedly using your butt as a pillow. He did this often, you weren’t fazed by it any more.

“Not going to lie and say your butt isn’t a big plus in our marriage but I will say I married you because you’re strong and kind, and smart, and you’re my best girl.”

“Do you have a hierarchy of girls, Mr. Rogers?”

“I only have the best,” he answered cheekily.

“So what about you? How was your day?” you asked, satisfied with his answer to your previous question.

“Just tiring is all, nothing really happened. I’ve been training Sam so he can take my place eventually. He’s getting good, came close to kicking my ass,” he remarked with a quiet, tired chuckle.

“So what happens after you leave?”

“I’ve got quite a bit of money put away… I thought we could start on that family we’ve been talking about,” he said slowly.

“Yeah?” you asked excitedly.


You rolled over and met him halfway for a kiss. Making a family had been on your mind ever since you realized Steve was the one. All you wanted to do was settle down and make a baby with the man you loved most in the world.

“That’s what all of this has been about,” you laughed, “I thought you were dying or something.”

“I’m dying  for you to be the mother of my child,” he grinned at you and you rolled your eyes, pushing his face away from you.

“You are so damn corny.” You laughed. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his side.

“It’ll be great to finally settle down with you,” Steve murmured looking over at you, thinking about the  life the two of you would have together.

“I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too.”

~Mod Lillian

Tangled Before Ever After: my thoughts in bullet points

- Help I can’t get over how cute it is every time Eugene calls Rapunzel “sunshine”
- I know Lady Caine is a villain but?? I love her?? She’s so badass?? And pretty??
- these things were probably confirmed prior to last night but it was so nice hearing them call the kingdom Corona and the king and queen Fred (lol) and Arianna
- Raps
- they dealt with Eugene and Rapunzel’s relationship so well!! Personally I didn’t even realize that Eugene was making the whole thing about him and what he wanted until Cass pointed it out
- ngl I was having fun but I didn’t get really excited about the movie until the last 10 minutes when my girl Punz decided that she’d had enough and just wHIPPED OUT HER HAIR I LOVE HER SO MUCH
- if I could change it now my senior quote would be “plus est en vous”
- Eugene’s rant when he sees Rapunzel’s hair like how does that man just not breathe
- “HIDE. YOUR. HAIR. WOMAN.” (+ glad he said “woman” that made me happy)
- I am going to spend the weekend memorizing the lyrics to Wind in my Hair & Life After Happily Ever After I already bought both singles

This is so much longer than I was expecting I’m sorry

He’s Like The Sun

Title: He’s Like The Sun
Author: pensversusswords
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: None Apply
Completed: Yes
Word count: 1272
Summary: "I care about making you proud and being happy with you. I care about living a life that I chose myself… and that’s you. I choose you, Bits.”
Bitty makes a quiet, choked off noise at that, his fingers tightening slightly where they’re woven into Jack’s hair.
“Plus,” Jack continues, grinning at Bitty, “I’d be honoured to carry a little bit of you everywhere I go.”

Most memorable line: I am a Zimmermann. I love being a Zimmermann, I’m proud to have my parents be a part of me, but at the same time, my name has always been a shadow over my head.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm finally getting around to rewriting my BoS/Grimoire/etc. How do you organize yours, if you keep one?

I do keep one. I actually have four binders dedicated to witchcraft, a notebook specifically for herb correspondences, a notebook for tarot spreads, and a notebook for tarot interpretations. So yeah, I’ve got a system, lol. 

For my actual grimoire, I use a binder, because that way I can rearrange the pages and organize them exactly how I want them to be. If I ever become happy with it, I can just redo it. Plus, it makes it much easier for me to deal with any mistakes I might make. 

At the front of my main grimoire, I have a quote from a (maybe not so savory) book that I felt rang true. Then I keep the informational / correspondence posts, like on the moon phases, planets, days of the week, colors, herbs, crystals, etc. I even have pages devoted to crystal substitutions, crystal safety, poisonous herbs, and herb safety too. 

After the correspondences come the spells. I put my own spells in the front, because ego, organized by how I deem importance. After that are a few of some other people’s sigils that I have drawn - my sigils are kept in their own folder, because the way I draw them, they don’t really fit in a binder. I have them organized by intent, in a way I feel puts the most “important” matters first. The rest of the spells are all after that. Curses are at the very back. 

The second binder I have devoted to keeping my old Wicca notes, because while I may not be Wiccan anymore, I still don’t wanna get rid of them, I put time into writing those pages. When my first binder gets too full, I’ll be moving my correspondences there, in front of the Wicca biz. I have a third binder for more spells, and a fourth for more sigils / curses, when the first one won’t hold more. 

For the herb correspondences, I knew it’d take up too much space in the binder, so I got a slightly smaller notebook, so I could devote a page to each herb, and i’m thinking of drawing pictures of the herbs / plants / flowers on them later on. 

Same thing for the tarot spreads - it would be easier if it was just isolated, since my binder was already at bursting point before I started moving stuff to the second one. (The third and fourth have yet to be used, but soon.) So I have a notebook devoted to tarot spreads I have found in books and online. 

I forgot to mention, I source everything I write down. Somewhere at the bottom of the page, is a title to the book and author’s name, or the website or blog I pulled info from. I don’t write down the full post title for Tumblr posts, just the blog URL. 

And that was probably longer than it needed to be, lol. Welcome to my overly detailed system of how I work my grimoires lol. I hope it helped? 

here is stuff i wrote to the ppl i love

hi im not cool and savvy so ya a follow forever is not a thing but since it’s been a month and a day since i made my blog i thought y not do a ppl i love post to show I APPRECIATE U! cause i feel like i never tell my friends that i love them lol and ya its seperated in bullet points cuz lol y not im gonna but  keepreadinf cuz ya

  • ANONS I LOVE YOU ! i’ve never gotten anon hate and tbh IDK WHY SOME OF U CARE ABOUT ME SO MUCH like when im like starving myself u tell me to take care of me and when i ask for asks you guys leave them? ALSO SO MANY PEOPLE CALLED ME PRETTY WHICH IM NOT BUT SELF ESTEEM BOOST ILYYYY this blog wouldn’t be alive without u guys

Keep reading

I’m done being in love with someone i’m way too ugly for and never have a chance with. these feelings have me fucked up and I just want them to fucking leave already. plus, you’re in love with someone else so clearly I can’t make you as happy as this other person can. which is fine, just as long as you’re happy, that’s all they matters. you deserve better than me anyway. so much better.
[Actor Comments : Matsushita Yuya] 2.5D Actors ‘God7′

Weekly ‘Josei prime’ had conducted an online survey during 7-14 July 2017, which its purpose is to find most favorite 2.5D actors among fangirls.

God 6 : Matsushita Yuya

He makes fans slaves of his sexiness.

“Thank you so much for voting me! 

So far I’ve been through many stages and musicals. Plus, last year I also got a chance joining NHK morning drama  "Beppinsan”.

In the future, I’d challenge more on stages, TV dramas, films and more. I would be happy to have continued support from you all.

Thank you!”

As an actor, how do you see yourself in the future?

If possible, I wish I could try a contemporary stage. Actions or bad ass also seems tempting. 

A historical play sounds interesting, too!

In a word, I want to be a ‘universal actor’, able to take any roles.

Fans’ Feedback

“Fall for him since he was Sebastian of Kuroshitsuji!”

“Dance, singing, acting, and looks. All about him are wonderful.”

“Trapped by his sexiness.”

“Kansai dialect is a hit”

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Before I begin I just wanted to mention that Jared Padalecki is the most incredible person I have ever met. And if you feel the need to argue against that, read this and see if it doesn’t change your mind.

That being said,

Waiting in line for Jared’s autograph was extremely nerve wracking, specifically because I had no clue what I was going to say to him.

I fell in love with Sam Winchester the moment I watched the pilot about three years ago. I am a Sam girl, always have been, and always will be. So, naturally, once I became more involved with the show I began watching interviews, panels, behind the scenes footage, etc. The more I fell in love with the actors, the more I fell in love with the characters, and vice versa. Truthfully, I’m not quite sure why I became so attached to Sam. I do know that the more I watch and rewatch the show, the more I notice Sam’s character flaws and developments, and the more I realize how similar we can be in the way that we tend to hide inside ourselves and make sure everyone else is okay before we take a look at ourselves. This has gotten me into trouble more than it has helped.

With Jared, I don’t know exactly when he became an inspiration for me. It kind of progressed the more I got to know about him. But reading others’ accounts on meeting him, and hearing other cast members talk about his sincerity and passion for what he does made me want to strive to be that kind of person.

These past couple of months haven’t been easy for me. I won’t go into detail, but I will say that some days I find it hard to be happy. A while back I was feeling artsy and decided to make an edit with a Jared quote on it, for no reason other than he’s my favorite actor plus the fact that Gilmore Girls is on Netflix (yay!), so I started watching it again. I found a shorter quote so it could fit on a picture for my screensaver on my phone. About a month later, everything got really bad. It got to the point where I was feeling incredibly guilty for something I know I shouldn’t have felt guilty about. It ended up with me bawling my eyes out in public (although there weren’t that many people around). So, when someone eventually did walk by, I pretended to be on my phone to avoid an awkward situation (yes, we all do it). I had so many thoughts going through my mind; all of them scared me. However, when I pretended to look at my phone, I turned it on and saw the quote. And it just kind of brought me back to reality.

Of course, I don’t tell Jared all of this. First, we were pressed on time because the line was long and, second, I was barely able to tell him what I ended up telling him in the end because I was going to cry.

What really happens is this:

I walk up to the table and gave a shy “hi”. Jared says hello back, smiles, and then proceeds to sign the picture. I was extremely nervous, but by this point I knew exactly what I wanted to say. I started off saying “you probably get stuff like this a lot…” Which got his attention, but as soon as I said “but I’ve been going through some hard times and it’s been really difficult…” His expression changed instantly. It wasn’t sympathy. It was him being fully interested in what I had to say. It was compassion. I continued, “and I just wanted you to know that I have a quote from you on my phone and it really helps me when things get really hard and I just wanted to thank you.” Not losing eye contact, he grabs my hand, squeezes it, and asks, “What did I say?” I think for a moment because my mind had suddenly gone completely blank, and tell him the quote, ending with thanking him again. Still not leaving my gaze or letting go of my hand, he starts telling me that I just need to keep going. “Every situation will get better, as long as you keep pushing through. Things can get really tough. But the important part is that you can keep going from it. You are a lovely, beautiful girl with so much life left to live. I know it’s hard right now, but it will get better.” By this point all I can do is nod my head and try not to cry. I utter out a “thank you so much” and go to grab the picture to leave, when he squeezes my hand so that I look back at him. He looks at me and says, “Keep your head up.” To which I reply, “Thank you, I will.” And walk away.

The most impactful part about the whole conversation wasn’t the fact that it was Jared (well, maybe a tiny bit), or the fact that I had been looking up to him for a while. It was the fact that there I was, a total stranger to him, and he gave me his full attention as if what I had to say was the most important thing in the entire world. He doesn’t know me, and yet he was able to tell me exactly what I needed to hear in the most genuine and understanding way possible. And the most amazing thing is that Jared is that way with everyone. I’ve read a number of stories from fans who have met Jared and he had given them the amount of attention he knew they needed, whether he knew them or not. I see why he is so incredible at portraying Sam with that same kindness, generosity, and compassion - it is because he has it in himself.

“Every point in your life, even when it’s tough, is something to cherish and be happy about.” -Jared Padalecki

Very important observations while watching Not Another Happy Ending:

First off- What is this?

(I woke up like thisssss… trash)

“DID YOU MAKE AMY POND CRY???” (shhh trust me this is real dialogue)

I think he just watched the med pod scene?….

His mum made him this jumper I am like 50000% sure.

(also, I know I’ve asked this many times, but who allowed his eyes to be so blue?)

And here you can find Iain wearing a vest covered in buttons (did he have to provide his own wardrobe for this???)

Now to the most concerning(?) part of the movie:


“Wordsworth was, of course, the first of the Romantics to use a macbook pro” (this was the actual dialogue I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING).

Alright now- important question: Is this Fitz on a covert mission or did someone (let’s say Skye) give him pot brownies? 

Answer: We just don’t know. 

And now….

“WHO LET HIM NEAR FIRE,” Simmons yells somewhere off in the distance (in an alternate [marvel] world). 

No but really he made dinner, lit some candles, and then started playing a motivational tape? Like what? (and his friend is like “One of us really needs to get laid”… And I definitely heard that in Hunter’s voice… just saying…)

Then he makes a bus joke… and hits on someone by offering her food…

(you are lying to yourself if you think this is not on Fitz’ list of ways to pick up girls….)


Yeah, someone let him coach, too…..

(buddy, we are all concerned)

Please look at his shorts. ARE YOU A 14 YEAR-OLD GIRL CIRCA 2004???

(Those say Scotland, don’t they?… sigh… Fitz owns a pair of those shorts I will fight you on this)

Then he breaks out his American accent to try and trick someone… (pretty sure he says he’s looking for someplace affordable with large portion sizes?)… all while wearing those gosh darn Scotland shorts. 

Later he kinda sorta kidnaps Amy Pond (Fitz, you are taking your fangirling a little too far).

Stunning disguise, Sir. 

“Which is why Shakespeare never left New York again.” (THIS IS ANOTHER FOR REAL QUOTE WHO LET YOU TEACH???).

Please stop your dumb stupid face and/or make out with me kay thanks bye.

And finally, perfect idea for a field trip: take the kids to a publicity event (fake funeral) and try to teach them about how Charlotte Bronte designed a hovercraft… give Iain/Roddy/Fitz all the teaching awards, folks. 

This song I wrote as the big disaster in Japan happened 3 years ago. At this time I was about to make my world tour. Actually it was very hard for me to leave Japan. But as I had my shows over here and saw how much you all supported me and all of the victims, I was so touched. You gave us so much strengh and I got to see, how the world gave their hands to eachother. And for a moment we all were so close. It makes me happy, because for this time, we were just one.” - Miyavi ( on Guard You)

Sherlock… fidgeted. His fingers swept restlessly over the few items on Mycroft’s desk (Mycroft pocketed the device) and Mycroft knew that whatever his outward body was doing, internally his brother was pacing wildly. Finally he gave that arrogant jerk to his chin that meant he was extremely nervous and pinned Mycroft’s gaze with his own. “You owe John a new suit.” Mycroft carefully did not retort that he’d bought the man the first one. “His was spoilt in the rain during your ridiculous errand.”

They both knew rain did not ruin a well made suit. That wasn’t what was happening here.

Mycroft almost pushed it. He almost said John’s trousers would have been truly ruined only if they’d been dropped on the street of that revolting alleyway as they’d been well on their way to being. He almost said it, because he had to know. It was critical he discover how vulnerable his brother was about this, how deeply a blow to that spot could strike. He almost did.

But he didn’t. He didn’t because Sherlock had gained nearly four pounds and had lost the frightening grey undertone to his skin and the ketones on his breath. He slept, sometimes—still not nearly enough, but he did sometimes sleep instead of falling into an exhausted stupor, and Mycroft knew with absolute certainty that there were no needle marks on him even in the hidden places. He would keep his mouth shut and buy John Watson a new suit every damned day of his life for the nightmares he was no longer having about getting The Call, the one that stopped his heart: not the one that said, “A pinpoint nuclear bomb has been detonated at Whitehall” but the one that said, “Sir, we need you to identify a bo—”

So instead he said mildly, “Ashton has his measurements.”

Sherlock snorted inelegantly. “Ashton. I suppose that amused you.”

“It did, actually.”

A haughty sniff, and his brother turned away to leave. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob. Examining the brass minutely, he said, “He doesn’t…like suits. He likes jumpers.”

Mycroft blinked and was very glad Sherlock could not see his expression.

As if it physically pained him to say the words, Sherlock choked out, “Cabled ones.” They both winced.

“Oh, Sherlock. Instead of Ashton?”

Now Sherlock did turn around, and he dragged his eyes across the floor, up the line of the desk, to Mycroft’s face. “Sometimes he wears cardigans.”


from The Thing Is by TSylvestris (56,743 words)

Johnlock. So far, so delightful. I can’t help but picture the scene from Addams Family Values when Granmama is telling a distraught Morticia about the disturbing fate of Pubert: “He could become… a lawyer… an orthodontist… president.” This makes me ridiculously happy. Plus a really delicious sibling relationship for Sherlock and Mycroft. Off you pop and read.

So here’s the deal. I’m not doing so hot financially right now, and I desperately need to find some way to supplement my income, at least to get me through the next couple of months until I can get my financial health back to a reasonable level. To that end, I’m going to be offering the following:

  • Fic commissions: Any length, any pairing, any fandom as long as I’m passingly familiar with it. You can give me as much or as little direction as you want. Toying with the idea of charging $1.00 USD per hundred words–you would specify a length, and it’d be up to me to match it. Word count would be a minimum, and any overage you would, of course, not be charged for. This could also be for something other than fanfic–I like to ramble and I would be happy to ramble about anything you like. 

  • Knitting: Small items and accessories. Off the top of my head, some available items would be: fingerless gloves/armwarmers, headbands, hats, potholders, washcloths, small bags/pouches to hold dice, crystals, or tarot cards. No scarves, socks, or sweaters–the turn around on those items is simply too long to be worthwhile right now. I have a shit ton of yarn and a shit ton of patterns so I’m sure we can find something to work. Pricing would be on a case by case basis, likely somewhere between $5.00 - $20.00 USD depending on the item, plus shipping to get it to you.

  • Tea: I sell tea from a company called Steeped Tea. If you are interested in tea I would be more than happy to talk to you about options, what kinds of teas you like, make suggestions as to teas to try as well as hardware and accessories you might find helpful. If you’re interested, let me know, and I can give you the link where you can peruse the entire current catalog. 

  • Translation: I haven’t done any for a long time, but I would be happy to work on translating any quotes or short texts into Sindarin Elvish, complete with tengwar transcription. These would be a flat $5.00 USD fee. Until I’m in a better place, I’m not going to be doing any more free translations, but I can promise a quick turnaround on translation assignments. 

  • Item sales: I don’t know yet what this might entail, but I have a pretty sizeable collection of comics, books, DVDs, and video games. I also have a massive yarn stash, some of might end up parting with. If you’re interested, feel free to let me know, but I’ll probably post pics and information as I figure this stuff out. 

  • Donations:  Fuck, I really hate this shit, but–if you don’t actually want anything, and you have some cash to spare, and you feel so moved, these would also be accepted. 

I hate how pathetic I sound, but I’m at work utterly paralyzed by a sick feeling in my gut and feeling like I’m on the edge of a breakdown, and I need to take SOME kind of action, so–this is what I’m doing. If you’re interested in ANY of the above, please let me know via message or fanmail. And thanks.