but seriously though.

SO I ALWAYS HAVE REALLY WEIRD DREAMS RIGHT. AND LAST NIGHT I DREAMED I WAS IN THE STORE AND THERE WAS ALL OF THIS ML MERCH. LIKE TIKKI AND PLAGG PLUSHES, COSTUMES, EVERYTHING. SO IN MY DREAM I STARTED CRYING AND LIKE GRABBING ALL OF IT. I WOULDN’T LET ANYONE ELSE HAVE ANY OF IT THATS HOW HAPPY I WAS ABOUT FINDING ML MERCH.

anonymous asked:

samsam i know youre writing a lot rn but have you read anything new thats good?

helloooo anon-anon :) heres a few that i’ve read/reread in the last couple of days:

Also, you should know that practically 90% of my time has been spent reading The Captive Prince Series by C. S. Pacat and I would recommend it to literally everyone. It is incredible. Go read it right, right now. 

don’t ship with me unless you are ready to cry because my mission is to overload you with feels 8)))))))))

if there's one thing that....

i can’t stand, it’s the ridiculously heavy importance society put on both kids and young adults like myself at uni to achieve high grades.  like is academic performance the only the only thing that’s meant matter in life? is a persons mental health, social life and i guess overall wellbeing meant to take a back seat and be ignored in the process of maintaining a strong grade point average? because if so, fuck it all.

But maybe that is why some people walk into your life—to tip you over and pour you out. Maybe some people storm into your life just to tell you they’re not supposed to be there. That you can’t take them or anyone with you wherever you’re going next. Maybe not every person we encounter is a love story. Maybe some are wake-up calls.
—  Hannah Brencher, If You Find This Letter

anonymous asked:

BRAVO! ENCORE! BRILLIANT!! So perfectly capturing the cheesy Harlequin dialogue with Santana's biting and insulting voice! I am throwing confetti at you in my delight! LOVED this story! :D

Why thank you! You know, I really feel like I’ve hit my peak with that story. I will never again create something quite on that level, I don’t think. I mean

Kork and Bubbles succumbed to their passion, stumbling and breathless, as if the two seamen were twin tidal waves colliding in midair in a stormy, churning, horny sea.

It’s all downhill from there really