my life is a true story

Happy 23rd Captain Swan Day!

Hello My Friends!

What a wonderful day!

Today we can celebrate perfect CS Day thanks to Jen and Colin and all this amazing shipmates who share everything what happened on con with us! Thank you!

I’m so happy right now!

Captain Swan epic True Love story is one of the best in history!

Jen and Colin as always are perfect human beings that make our life better, brighter and happier!

I think Jen fluffed my aura because all i feel right now is happiness and love!

Here is Jen fluffing our auras:

(gifs by brilliant @swanemma who let me use it for this post - here is hers)

So few weeks ago i asked you about your birthday dates, from your responses, i made a list.

I put that list under the cut - check if date is correct.

If anyone wants to be added - please tell my your bday date!

CS Fandom B-Days List:

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story time: presidential edition
  • so you know how everyone has a story
  • you know
  • like the story
  • like if you’re at a party and someone turns to you and says, tell the story
  • and you know exactly what they mean
  • the story
  • well 
  • i have a story
  • and not unlike most good stories, it involves three key components:
  • barack obama
  • pre-2008 reebok sneakers 
  • and the absolute earth-shattering horror you can only feel after making the worst mistake of your life

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i acted like it wasn’t a big deal, when really it was breaking my heart.

Day 17

  • Everyone: Oh, I just got promoted! We're engaged for five months now! I've bought a little apartament in the center of the city! My grades are just superb! What about you?
  • Me: well... one of my OTPs just became canon...
She wanted to write a sad story.
She held her breath and started to type without even thinking, she wrote:
True kind of love, wrong person.
The end.
—  Shortest-saddest story
Infinite excerpts.
I’ve been told many times over that when you really, truly love somebody, you would do anything to see them happy; even willingly suffer in silence while they love another.
—  Watching you with her hurts beyond belief, but I find solace in knowing my love for you is real
How to Pet a Cat’s Belly Safely*

*The safest method I’ve discovered is to not do it at all, but this is how you do it without triggering the demon bear-trap reflexes on some cats.

My cat, Baby, sunbathing. 2/29/16

  • Step 1: Become friends with cat. The surest way to know is if he flops down and shows you his belly, or if he slow-blinks at you. (That means he trusts you! Congrats!)
  • Step 2: Pet cat from head to tail as usual, but on his side instead of his back. This is a good way to feel out if he’s going to let you continue to his belly or not.
  • Step 3: This is more of a whenever-you’re-petting-in-general rule: Keep an eye out for “warnings” from your cat. For example, my cat will lick my hand before she bites it, then she’ll bite gently. Then, if we keep bothering her, she’ll bite harder before hissing and running away. Tails get swishy and with wider arcs, “slapping” against things.
  • Step 4: Betray cat’s trust. Remember, she showed you her belly because she trusted you not to touch it. I did mention the safest method was to not do this at all, but if you must: stroke from her upper chest down her belly with a flat hand. 

DO NOT scritch, rub, or pet her belly like you would pet a dog’s belly. This is very likely going to get your hand shredded. If you’re ok with this risk, your cat might actually like it.

If your cat still scratches you doing this method, then nothing** will work. She’s just not a belly-rub kind of cat. Don’t try it again with her, but feel free to try with other cats. Some will appreciate (or at least tolerate) it. 
(**in my experience)

Reblog to save cat-owner hands!

anonymous asked:

The best explanation for biphobia I ever heard is that bisexuals have strange magic powers and people can sense it. While they may justify it in other ways, what they are really afraid of is that bisexuals will make their crops wither and their cattle sicken and die.

I can make lights flicker when I’m really upset, does that count?

Fanfiction rant

My parents never liked my reading fanfiction and actively attempted to stop me. Me, being a rebellious teen at the time, obviously found ways round this.

Point is, one of my parents arguments was how much time I spent reading the /quote/ “stupid things” (excuse me?! But true😂) and I wasn’t learning anything (yeah riiiiiiight)

Do you know how many things I’ve learnt from fanfiction??

From Court cases, to latin, to basic first aid, to extensive knowledge on pressure points and how to use them when torturing (oops 😂). And honestly, those are just the ones I can think of the top of my head.

I’ve learnt soooo much knowledge from fanfiction that I constantly practice in my daily life, I wouldn’t be anywhere without it.

Point is, fanfiction is actually, despite the evidence against it (sleep deprivation, reading stories totally not for your age cuz let’s be honest, none of us paid attention to those 18+ warnings😂), really good for you and educational.

Praise the writers, cuz in maybe 50 yrs time, your gonna remember some random fanfiction fact and it’s gonna save your life.

Its proven true so far in my (short) life.

I’m such a liar.
When you see me, you’ll think of me as the strongest girl you’ll ever meet.
When you look at me, you’ll see a person who’s never easily hurt, while actually I can be easily hurt with a look.
When you look at me, you’ll see me holding myself like a proudly moving lioness, while if you look closely all you see is a soft kitten who needs a lot of care in order to survive.
When you see me in some situations in life, you’ll think of me as a marvelous iceberg; strong and cold, the kind of cold that is never affected, but if you know, and you’ll never know, I feel the fire burning my heart, I feel like a mad volcano that is never cooling down.
When you look at me, you’ll get the vibe that I never ever needed anyone nor will I ever do, and dont worry about that, I’m very talented at giving that vibe. But, deep down, I need, I need so badly to feel safe in someone’s arms, someone who could understand, someone who could hold something as fragile as me.
Yes, I’m a liar, a huge deceiver. So please don’t believe me when you first see me, because maybe you’re the one who could know how to heal the broken heart I hold.
—  Infinite excerpts.