dbananza:

WHOA WHOA WHOA   8D ‘lonely and chic’ indeed

tennine:

im pretty sure ive been going about belfs the wrong way… cause HOOOHOOOSHIT

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Welp, I think my sugar-high is finally wearing down.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

I’m gonna go crawl into bed and sleep until next monday.

That is if my gargantuan fucking dog left me any room… >.>

Reblog if you want “have you ever” asks.

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adultfansofmh:

Thanks to Raquel Nery for the heads up.

Scarah Screams SDCC pre-order (for pick up only) on Mattycollector.com

Please tell me i’m not the only person who thinks she looks like a REALLY bad custom.

Seriously? She looks like a Frankie without her stitches, her eyes painted white, and a black wig slammed on top with some monochromatic green clothes. There is literally NOTHING that looks creative about her :-<

I am disappoint.

I love how at least 50% of my blog, is me surfing my dash going “OMG KIANGO/BEASTLY/EGELSKA/RACHEL/ETC WOULD FUCKING LOVE THIS. *alt-click*”

and then staring at my dash waiting for them to reblog it, so my heart can do that little backflip and i can pat myself on the back going “see, i know what my friends like.Even if they don’t know they’re friends with me.”

fuckyeahavatarshipping:

yes perfect

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briannacherrygarcia:

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goldfishchronicles:

risksareforsurvivors:

Shot in my jaw. Awesome.

that means i was shot/stabbed in the ass. lovely. 

…my ass?

…The inside of my thigh?

Holy shit, I have one on my knee. I TOOK AN ARROW TO THE KNEE YOU GUYS.

lmfao— shit, Brianna got to it before me XD I was gonna say that! Except mine is a little lower than the knee.

It’s creepy, because it’s perfectly round too.

(I’d put a picture, but i’m currently out of razors, and I look like a sexy Chewbacca.)

So we had a house inspection thing today

and everyone in the house (except for Jim since he had to work this morning and had to leave at 7) has been up since like, 7:00am YESTERDAY.

I was so fucking exhausted, I was passing out on my bed snuggling the dog, and my mum had to keep coming in and handing me clothes to put away, or bringing in the vacuum, or asking me to come with her down to the basement to sweep it up and organize our Christmas shit so it doesn’t look like we just tossed it down the big scary hole with steps and said “DONE.” (because we totally did…)

So about three hours before the inspector shows up, I decided to break into my emergency stash for a little pick me up. Two cans of Monster and an assload of mini Twix perished today.

I feel like I can run a fucking marathon right now, i’m so wired on sugar and shit.

But my body is like “NO. SLEEP. IF YOU DON’T CRAWL INTO BED THIS INSTANT MISSY, I’M GOING TO START RANDOMLY SHUTTING THINGS DOWN. YOUR BOWELS WILL GO FIRST.”

So what do i do? I sit my ass down at the computer and surf tumblr/fetlife/subeta and wait for this to wear off so i can faceplant on home-row and dream about Bolin.

\o/

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