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((I rarely post selfies on Tumblr, and I should post more. Or maybe not. I don’t know.

Anywho, it’s MUNday. I’m exhausted but happy. Decided to play with make-up just for this. There’s no point in growing up if you can’t be childish sometimes!

[Extra points if you can guess the reference correctly!]

It’s MUNday. Have a selfie.))

Allow me to introduce, if I may, the wild and woolly creature that is the Costa Mesa Bro. You may say to me, “but Jenn, isn’t that just a hipster?” Perhaps. Perhaps not.

He’s invariably white, brown haired. His beard hair is long, his head hair is short. He has ambiguous patterned tattoos stretching from his left forearm, across his back, and over to his right deltoid. He goes shirtless so you’re sure to see. He probably has plans to finish that someday so his ink is even, but for now he doesn’t seem to mind the lopsidedness. Is that a sun? Is that a lotus? Perhaps he thinks the asymmetry is rakish? Perhaps he doesn’t care. Most likely, he doesn’t care.

He’s burly but he’s sensitive. By sensitive, I mean he often travels with a friend - this particular specimen travels in a pack of three - and whines a lot and doesn’t do half the yoga class. They’re probably 28-35 years old apiece.

When it comes time for the appointed high fives, like handshakes during “peace” at Catholic mass, he fist bumps my offered open palm reluctantly.

He talks through class with his buddies but gets away with it. “THANK YOU [INSTRUCTOR]!” he yells loudly as she releases us from a core exercise. “THANK YOU [INSTRUCTOR]!” he yells loudly again as class ends.

I don’t come away annoyed with them, even though I know I should.

((To-do list for tomorrow…

¤ Make promo pics for Riley and Lt. Bush [my first attempt at a canon-divergent–he can be found at @lt-william-bush if you’re interested]. Possibly others too if time permits. –OH, and one for my Rory too [who can be found at @rory-spitfire-davenport if you want a dose of MASH rp]. I can’t neglect Spitfire… she’ll have my arse if I do.

¤ Get. Caught. Up. On. That. One. Thread!!!!! [FYI @theotherrookie I have *not* forgotten our AU!!]

¤ A master list of Tags for Aesthetics and Verses. Been wanting to do that for a while. On the other hand I have so many Aesthetic tags so that list might take me a little while…

¤ Make some icons. Even if I don’t use them. Heck, I’ll gladly make some for others!

¤ Go to bed on time. Serial. –no, @miss-loonylove I don’t mean our TikTok Time!! 😂))

  • me: no i don't like jenn i don't know what you're talking abo-
  • me: *trips over own feet, pictures of jenn fall from my jeans to the floor*
  • me: this isn't what you think-
  • me: *tries to gather the pictures, only for more pictures to fall from my pockets*
  • me: fuc- listen i'm holding them for a friend, you gotta believe me

anonymous asked:

hey TROLL Queen just because Jenn won't appear next season doesn't mean CS is a dead ship I think your you're getting CS CONFUSED with the the ACTUALLY DEAD rotting six feet under ship that was Emma and her sperm donor.

I’m still waiting for my crown…… 

Don’t worry though anon, I’m going to make you a crown made completely out of shit since that’s what you are. A piece of shit of a person. (Zumpie, is this you? Coming up with really pathetic nicknames is your forte, isn’t it? Also, you love referring to Neal as the sperm donor from what I’ve heard. You can’t hide from me you moron.)

If I’m a Troll Queen….. Is this me? 

Originally posted by dreamworksanimation

Because I think I’m adorable like this…. Go be bitter about your ship not hogging up all the screen in S7 somewhere else.

anonymous asked:

Where is Di? Do you know what is she filming? I saw on twitter that she wouldn't make it to the UCB show because she was shooting something. Have a nice day sweet Jenn

I don’t know that she’s filming anything TBH. She is currently in Las Vegas, where Mumford & Sons have a show tonight. And thanks anon, you too :) 

Welcome to Among Us, JENN! ORLANDO LERMAN ( with the faceclaim of XAVIER DOLAN ) has found shelter in NEW ATHENS, where we hope HE will fit in nicely. Please make sure to check the after applying section of our navigation here!


And there he is, Maxine Lerman’s infinitely tragic and infamous yet very handsome brother. What’s nice to see is that even though he refers to his sister a couple of times, she doesn’t overshadow the entire application, which is exactly what we love to see. Each character is their own person, and Orlando is no different. It’s great that you did a little mun takeover for practical reasons but let us know what you were doing, and the sample para clarified a lot of points. Kudos to you, Jenn, and we can’t wait to have you around.

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Os minutos eram como horas e as horas como anos. Aquela noite não passava e parecia que a cada tique taque do relógio em minha cabeceira, meu coração subia um centímetro em direção a minha boca. Eu estava em um ponto que eu não conseguia mais respirar entre os meus soluços e o desespero crescia, tanto pela sensação angustiante de não conseguir respirar, tanto pelo que atordoava minha mente e era o motivo de minhas lágrimas, mesmo que eu não soubesse exatamente do que se tratava. As cobertas me abraçavam carinhosamente enquanto eu tentava me encolher o suficiente para sumir ou alcançar algum portal pequeno de mais para que eu atravessasse de pé para O País das Maravilhas. Seria muito interessante ter uma chance de sumir daqui e nunca mais voltar… mas essa não era a realidade. A realidade, apesar de no fundo eu ainda acreditar no contrário, não era feita de finais felizes, príncipes encantados e tudo o mais. Não estamos em um conto de fadas. Mas então, como me explicam os incontáveis vilões espalhados por aí?
Mas enfim, não estou aqui para falar de finais felizes ou não felizes e nem sobre nada que se relacione a contos de fadas. Nós somos forçados a nos concentrar na realidade para que não percamos a sanidade, mas eu confesso que a realidade é tão tediosa e sem graça que prefiro ser uma maluca pensando em ficção. Se os mundos que eu crio existissem e eu vivesse neles, eu não teria chorando mais cedo. Mas meu querido aspirante a filósofo Augustus disse certa vez que o mundo não é uma fábrica de realização de desejos e eu tento pensar nisso constantemente em uma tentativa de manter ao menos um de meus pés no chão. Querido Chapeleiro, sábio Chapeleiro… “os loucos são os melhores” mas eu não me sinto melhor e nem quero ser melhor que ninguém… Olha onde viemos parar! Novamente nos contos de fadas.
Será que é loucura minha ou isso mostra que de alguma forma isso é um conto de fadas? Imagine Branca de Neve lendo essa baboseira para os anões?
Mas você deve estar pensando como vim parar aqui sendo que a pouco eu estava quase morrendo por desoxigenação enquanto me afogava em lágrimas e soluçava como sabe-se lá o que… Na verdade eu não soluçava e eu só chorei um pouquinho, juro. Descrevi da outra forma porque a ficção é mais emocionante que a realidade, como citei anteriormente. Tudo o que me chateava era a falta de palavras para organizar meus pensamentos que são estrelas perdidas de suas constelações, citando Augustus novamente. Mas agora estou bem porque escrevi isso aqui e até que ficou melhor do que imaginei. Mas só agora percebo que segui seu conselho “escreva o que vier na sua mente”, pra você ver como ela é confusa e que talvez eu seja maluca. Quem sabe o outro pé já não saiu do chão?

— Jenn T.