It's my life :or: things I have trouble saying

Right now there are plenty of other things I could be doing. I could be working on a paper for my psych class. I could be working on storyboards I need to have done in 2 hours. I could be drooling over the Nexus 4. (I want to get it this summer to replace my jank phone.) However, here I am, typing up my feelings.

Do you ever get to that point where you just keep feeling like you need to do something? Maybe something that scares you, or makes you uncomfortable, or you just don't want to do. Well, on this upcoming Thursday, I will be doing floor worship on my friends floor. And by doing I mean giving my "testimony". Now, this terrifies the shit out of me for two reasons. A: I have trouble with talking in front of groups of people. B: I'm not good at sharing my faith.

I mean, I don't even really have a faith. I'm still getting there. This is me, being honest, and saying if I were to do right now, I do not know if I'd go to heaven. And that's okay. Even if I was a professing christian, even if I was at that place, I still would have doubts, or wonder if I was good enough. And that is also okay.

See, here's the thing. I grew up in the church. Like, my granpa started going to church at Lake Avenue. And then all my aunts and uncles and my dad grew up at Lake Avenue. And then when I was born, I went to Lake Avenue. You see where I'm going with this? I never really had a choice. It was never my faith. It was always expected of me. Assumed, really. And I can't have any sort of personal faith, anything I firmly believe in, if I'm only believing it because someone else doesn't want me to go to hell. That's not how it works. I can't be a christian for anyone other than me. Well. Maybe for Jesus.

I stepped back. Not completely, it's not like I'm an atheist now. I still believe in a lot of the things I was told and taught, I still believe that there's a God, and that love is the answer. But I had to step back, I had to find out if I believed in this stuff because it made sense to me, because I could grasp it, or if I was just holding on to a ghost of someone else's faith. I can't do that. I can't. That's not mine. I know they say sharing is caring, but I can't share someone else's faith. That's like saying that David Tennant is the best Doctor, solely because other people believe that. (I actually don't have a favorite Doctor. Everytime I try to decide, I just keep finding things I love about all of them.)

And then there are problems with the church itself. The church is broken. I mean, it's made up of braken people, but that's not the only reason. The church is for believers. It is for Christians. I go into a service, and I feel like, as a good Christian being, I'm supposed to be convicted. But I'm not there. I'm just not. I may go to the service, I may laugh at funny parts, I may feel sad about sad parts, I may love the music. But I don't feel it. You feel me? I don't long to be a better Christian, I'm not sure if I am a Christian, how can I be expected to try and be a better one?

The title Christian itself is so maimed and hurt, both by the media, AND by things the church has done. I'm not really sure I want the tag on me. I think being a follower of Jesus is worthy of striving for. I mean, dude was awesome. At least canon Jesus, who flips over tables and was sassy. And he loved like crazy. I mean, what he did, he did for love. That is beautiful. That is worthy of emulating.

Here's the thing. I can't do things half assed. I either have to be in all the way or not at all. I either have to not give a fuck, or do it with all of me. I can't do it lukewarm; I can't be lukewarm. That won't work, I can not do it. But if I was a "Christian" just to make my mom happy, I would be lukewarm. I would just be going through the paces, pretty much pretending to be what I'm expected to be.

I'm actually pretty happy that even though the college I go to is a christian college, they're pretty apathetic about your faith. If I was here, and I was expected to be a holy and devote christian, I would not be able to try to figure it out. I would go back to doing what I had done throughout middle and high school, just doing the motions and not rocking the boat.

A faith that's not yours is no faith at all. You can't find comfort in it, there's no peace there for you. Maybe someday I'll get to the point where I can say I am a christian. But today is not that day. I don't have all the answers, I barely have any answers. And that's okay. As they say in A Very Potter Musical, "Okay is wonderful."

And like they say in The Fault in Our Stars: Okay.

See, where I am in my life is okay. It's okay not to know, it's okay to be figuring that out, if I live to 100 and still haven't figured it out, that's okay too. Actually, I hope I've figured something out before a hundred. But it's a journey, and it's my journey. It's my progress. There will be others around me who will encourage and council and suggest and want. But at the end of the day, it is my fucking life. I need to be the one to figure out how to live it.

So I spent the whole time I was typing this feeling vaguely panicky, and kind of like I could cry, and then I looked up The Fault in our Stars, and that didn't help at all. Gah. I love that book, but it makes me sad. But a beautiful sad, ya feel? The kind of sadness you get when you hear a song, and it's sad, but it's also gut wrenchingly beautiful, filled with haunting truths and could be's. And then it ends and you're just left there trying to decide whether to cry, or go back and start it all over again.

So. This is where the pick up lines go, and who am I to disappoint? I'm feeling sweeter lines for today. And a Hank Green quote as a bonus.

I am so proud of this. It took about 8 hours on Photoshop, and it was worth it.

Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts by ~purplypanda20 on deviantART

It's part of an assignment for my 2D computer animation class, we all received a different castle to base a background off of. I pulled out Hogwarts. While I really enjoyed this, and love all things Harry Potter related, I have to wonder. Does anything really need that many turrets and spires? I'm thinking no.

 
Hoggywarts -WIP by ~purplypanda20 on deviantART

More work!!! Damn, I'm so super excited about this project. It kind of makes me want to just pour all my energy into it, but I have other homework to work on to. But adding the colors was about another 4 hours.

Home is whenever I'm with you

On Pinterst, lots of people have boards dedicated just for their wedding. Dresses, cakes, decorations, set ups, so many ideas all poured into one board. I don't really get it. I think it would be nice to plan a wedding with whoever I may happen to marry. It's not just my day. Besides, all I know is that I want the dress from A Cinderella Story. And have lots of twinkly fairy lights, and maybe bubbles. If it was a twilight, that could be cool too.

But, I do have a board for something in the future. This is just full of possible ideas and thoughts and inklings. I have an extreme desire to organize, and fill someplace full of me and the things that I love. Once, when I was in eighth or tenth grade, I got crazy excited. Because I realized, one day, I would be able to choose my own laundry detergent. I got excited because of laundry detergent. I could be wrong, but I don't think that's something that runs through every teenagers head. I want a home of my own. I don't know if any of you have read the House on Mango Street (It's a great book that I adore). But I connected to the main character, Esperanza, who desperately wants a home of her own. Well, she also wants to leave her neighborhood, but the point still stands. She wants it desperately.

I want a home of my own. I want to find a place to live, and go shopping for a couch, and pillows, and rugs, and kitchen stuff, and a bed, and knick knacks. I want knick knacks, guys. Knick knacks. I want to decorate and paint.

Some of my friends have become homesick. Or, they already were homesick, and it's only gotten worse. Others have been worried about what others think of them. While it's kind of hard to be too homesick when you commute, and still sleep in your own bed, and see your mom pretty much every morning, I do get worrying about if people like being my friend, if I'm annoying them, if they truly do like being around me. And it kills me inside to hear others feeling this way. I want my friends to feel loved. I want them to know they are wonderful, and talented. They're all so talented. I adore them all so much. They are fantastic, and phenomenal, and if somebody doesn't tell me to stop I'll just keep rambling about how extraordinary and wonderful they all are.

I kind of want to be home for them. It sounds a bit weird, wanting to be home for people. But I just want to make everyone feel safe and happy and cherished. If I make people feel even a bit better about themselves, I will count that as a success.



I thought I'd do a thing were I share some things that currently make me happy. Because if something makes you happy, there's a good chance it makes someone else happy, which means I'm not just sharing some random stuff, I'm sharing happiness. Which is pretty fucking cool.

Some songs that are consistently replayed:
 Thrift Shop by Macklemore
 Primadonna by Marina and the Diamonds
 Cups by Anna Kendrick (I also adore Anna Kendrick. She's such a bamf)
 22 by Taylor Swift
 Picking up the Pieces by Paloma Faith
 Pop Danthology by Daniel Kim
 Crazy Kids by Ke$ha




I've started watching Teen Wolf. Honestly, I thought Stiles was the main character. I mean, Scott's cool too, but Stiles just makes it beautiful.










I also went shopping yesterday with one of my favorite people, and I fell in love. With a hat. And a sketchbook. And a card that I bought solely to put on my wall. I feel like it all bumps up my hipster cred by at least 78 percent.

School starts super soon :or: Mo' Picture Spam

So, I've been anxiously awaiting for school to start again as I've had a pretty boring summer. And I really missed everybody. People are already starting to come back!! But, as I've just been meandering through my summer, I haven't had a ton to blog about, but I have been stocking up pictures. Pictures which I wish to share. With y'all. You're welcome.

I have added a new person to my list of favorite people who are wonderful and perfect and even though I don't know them I'm so happy they exist. And the person is CARRIE HOPE FLETCHER. She's amazing and wonderful. Her YouTube channel name is ItsWayPastMyBedTime.

I'm counting the Pride and Prejudice quote as the pickup line for this post. Cheers <3

THIS :or: I'll stick with hamburgers for now

How many of you are tired of the Chik-fil-a thing? Me too. Though, I also want to say, I'm so tired of the way it's been handled. Up till now I hadn't really even wanted to talk about it. So many of my friends on Facebook posted about the appreciation day it and were all whoo Christian values! If more of them cussed, they prolly would have been all fuck yeah! And I'm so ready for it all to end.

Honestly, I didn't even really know exactly how I felt about it. I hadn't done alot of research, and all my "sources" were pro Chik-fil-a, so I couldn't even be sure I was getting both sides of the story. But then I read THIS. I think I know which side I'm on now. And it's not Chik-fil-a's side.

Now, if anyone who actually knows me is reading this, you may be going, "What? I thought you were a Christian!" Yah, well, I thought so too. But the whole goal of christians is to be like Christ. NOT to spend money on expensive though delicious chicken to prove a point. What point were you trying to prove anyways? Look at me, I'm standing in line to eat something because I believe that being gay is wrong! Look at me take a picture with my iPhone! Look at me as I drive homosexual people farther away from feeling welcome around Christians!

Now, Chik-fil-a, I'm not upset about you thinking marriage is about one man and one woman. Lots straight people think that too (though some don't yell it from the rooftops.) I'm not mad about you saying you support free speech, though honestly. This is America. And Americans fucking love free speech. And a day to appreciate delicious food? Who doesn't love delicious food? But this whole damn mess is so political, so line dividing, so isolating. I do not want to have to pick between being anti Chik-fil-a or anti gay. I mean, it shouldn't even make sense! What sense does it make to have to be either against gay people, who are PEOPLE WITH FEELINGS, or against a corporation, that mostly just wants your money and business.

Honestly. And to those who have gone to Chik-fil-a, and proudly declared it, I'm a bit disappointed in you. First off, you are excluding a group of people who you claim are sinners. That will certainly make those "sinners" want to come hear about Jesus! Next, I just want to share some scripture, you know, from the Bible: "When you do something for someone else, don't call attention to yourself. You've seen them in action, I'm sure—'playactors' I call them— treating prayer meeting and street corner alike as a stage, acting compassionate as long as someone is watching, playing to the crowds. They get applause, true, but that's all they get. When you help someone out, don't think about how it looks. Just do it—quietly and unobtrusively. That is the way your God, who conceived you in love, working behind the scenes, helps you out. So. That's Matthew 6:2-4, message version, in case you were wondering. And I feel like it is super applicable.


I prolly won't eat Chik-fil-a anytime soon. We're called to LOVE. Not eat chicken. Not point out what we see as other people's sins. And if we do end up doing these things, we aren't supposed to have giant signs saying "Look at me!! Look what I support!" Though if I do eat at Chik-fil-a, I want y'all to know it's to eat chicken. Not to make a point, or say that I'm for or against anything. It's to eat food. Just to fucking eat food.


I feel disappointed. It's not the first time, won't be the last. I just want everyone to be happy and like each other and get along. But maybe that's just not possible. And I'm pretty sure it's not the homosexual community who's standing in the way.

Here's a beautiful quote by the beautiful Darren Criss:

 
                                  Bravo, Darren! Bravo! Why are you so wonderful?




And finally, I found a pick up line that I thought was ironic. Cause irony can be fun.

Are you my mummy ::or:: I'm a Whovian now, Whovians are cool.

I was watching one of the more heart breaking episodes of Doctor Who again. You know the one. "He will knock 4 times.," "The Doctor must take up arms," "I don't want to go." I realized something for the first time. Something I feel is vaguely significant. He will knock four times. I don't think the oods were talking about the Master. The Master didn't do any knocking. Yes, there were the drumbeats in his head. But I don't think that's what the oods were talking about.

I'm pretty sure they were talking about Wilfred. It explains so much more about how the Doctor acted. He knew if he switched places with Wilfred, he was securing the fact that he was about to regenerate. He confuses poor Wilfred, and even though I never doubt that he'll end up making sure Wilfred gets out safe and sound and back to Donna, the Doctor thinks about all the things he could still do. All of time and space waiting to be seen, to be witnessed. But he hears those four knocks and he answers.

And let me just say how much I love that the last two people he sees are his bestie, and Rose. He just looks so very happy to see Rose one last time, smiling and happy. I don't always ship, but when I do, I ship Rose and Ten.

While I'm sad I won't see Ten again till the next time I re watch all the Who seasons, I'm super happy, because my favorite episode is coming up. Van Gogh was my favorite artist before the Doctor, and Vincent and the Doctor just confirmed and re-established that favoritism by over nine thousand. Plus I love Amy.

And, more episodes with the weeping angels!! They're my favorite baddies. Which is weird, cause mannequins freak me out, and now angel statues freak every one else out, but I love them. Seriously, I want to get a weeping angel statue, put it behind a tree somewhere on campus, and move it bit by bit every so often. See how long till people notice.

On another note: I am about to start reading the Deathly Hallows. I need to prepare myself for feels concerning Tonks, Fred, Remus, and Moody. Not to mention the feels for everyone they left behind. Especially George. He was so young, and his twin is gone from him. He'll never have another Fred :( ROWLING, WHY YOU KILL THREE OUT OF FOUR OF MY FAVORITES. Though if we bump Oliver Wood, Seamus Finnegan, and Luna Lovegood up, the average gets a bit better. It's still sad, though.

Loving. ::or:: Treating others fairly

So, you may or may not know this, but it's election year. Yaaayyy Murrica. Three cheers for the red white and blue England. One thing that has come up ALOT amongst the people I know who are on Face book, is their hatred of our current President, Barack Obama. Now, it's totally fine to not like some one. That's cool. You don't have to like everyone. Try to love them anyways, yes, but you don't have to like them. But these people, especially the conservative ones, take the piss out of him all they can. And that pisses me off. This man is our leader. He's responsible for all of us. Our well being. they make rolls of toilet paper with his face on every square, talk about how they're going to get a watermelon with his face drawn on it and the smash it with a sledge hammer, and then complain about how he's screwed us over? Obama may be so busy fucking running our country to see the things about him on the internet, and I doubt he Facebook stalks all the Americans everywhere, but if the stuff the Obama despisers say about him were said about me, I'd want to screw them over too. Not only that, but what if his daughters or his wife are on the internet and see that? This is the man they love, this is their father, their husband. This isn't just about you not liking someone then. This is about you hurting someone who is loved by his family.

I'm cool with being American. Don't worry, I know that I'm blessed. But people say stuff like, "This man's ruining our country!" And I'm just kind of over here like, "Whelp. Time to move to Switzerland." I don't want to be part of a country where we blame one man for screwing the rest of us over. Guess what? It takes two to tango. (I don't know if that's an applicable colloquialism but it has alliteration, so I'm sticking with it.) Now, I'm not the most political savvy person out there. But there is a reason he is our president. It is called voting. Which means, he had to have the majority votes. So those people had a hand in ruining our country too. He's also not alone in his leadership. There's the Cabinet, the House of Representatives, the Senate. I'm sure at times our dear president has just said yes or know to something that really these people are behind, or he was outvoted or something. So add them to the "ruined America" list. There's foreign policy, getting oil from out of the country, so many factors. And then there's the rest of Americans. You may resent Obama for not being the best president, but have you ever stopped to think, "maybe I could do more?" Everything I see is about waiting for Obama to get kicked out of office. Surely there could have been more they could have done. Participated in a rally. Signed a petition. Try emailing the people who represent us.

This has turned into a rant, but
what I really wanted to talk about is loving. If I can be known as one thing, I want to be known as someone who loves. I mean, I'm not always good at it. I fail repeatedly. Oh my celestia, do I fail. But I try. And it hurts when I see people taking the piss out of people. It's not okay. Words have an effect, and a picture is worth a thousand words, so do you really need that picture up that puts down that person? We're so hard on them. And prolly about 90% we're putting down people we don't even know. It's not okay. My mom was looking at some picture of Selena Gomez the other day, I think it came up on her Facebook. And she started saying stuff like, "Is she no longer a good roll model? It's so sad... I liked her?" I think I snapped a bit, and said something like, "You really have no right to be disappointed in someone you don't even know." Selena Gomez is one of my celebrity crushes. I adore her. She kind of gave me a dirty look, but honestly, we don't have a right. These people are still people. The moment you make them 'a good role model', it's almost like you take away their freedom to make mistakes. They're just people like you or me, but it's kind of like we put them on a pedestal, and then are super disappointed when they get off this pedestal that they never put themselves on in the first place. 

And even on a local setting with the people we know, we could be more loving. This is the part where I fail the most. If there's someone I don't like, or feel uncomfortable around, or even just don't know what to do around them, I kind of block them out. I don't really respond to them if I can help it. And I hate myself for it. It's not right, and I feel horrible about it after, but when I'm in the moment, all I can think is "Don't come near me. Don't talk to me. Don't touch me." And I want to get better, I really do. I want to be a person who loves. I'm trying my best. If we all just loved each other, the world would be so much better. It's hard to want to screw over someone you love. Cause when you really love someone, you put them ahead of you. I mean, you still look out for yourself, you shouldn't just be a push over. But if there's something bothering them, you should focus on them, not yourself. If they want to do something you aren't a fan of or disapprove of, you shouldn't give them the ten reasons why it's not a good idea. Odds are, if they really want to do it they've already researched it, looked it all up, have pros and cons lists. Things we want and the things we love have a way of becoming a part of us. If you're taking the mickey out of someone who personal example wants a tattoo, or you're telling them why it's a horrible idea, or even if you just quietly disapprove of it, that person can feel like you're telling them they're stupid. That you disapprove of them as a person.

We're defensive about the things we love. They have a way of sneaking into our hearts and making their home there. And that's the way it should be, not forced. Like John Green says in The Fault in Our Stars: "I fell in love the way you fall asleep. Slowly, and then all at once." It shouldn't be obvious till you already love it. It's like eating a new food, you may like how it looks, how it's presented, how it smells, but you can't truly say you love that food till you've tried a couple bites. And even then you only know if you like it or not.

Now that I feel like I've wrapped that up fairly nicely, I'd like to present some reasons why I'm a fan of Obama:
Firstly: He's a fan of the Avengers. Anyone who's a friend of the Avengers is a friend of mine

Secondly: He "released" his birth video, and then made sure to tell Fox News it was a joke.

Thirdly: This video, which was not done by Obama, as far as we know but is still so good.

Fourthly and finally: He's a human being. And he deserves love, just like the rest of us. 

I'd like to end this with a clip from Juno. Because that movie makes me super happy, and I haven't watched it in a while.
Unfortunately, while I'd like to, it's not letting me, so here's the link if you are so inclined: HERE


Well, since I wasn't able to end with Juno, PICK UP LINE TIME

 Oliver Wood would be my crush if I were at Hogwarts. <3

Who has 2 thumbs and Loves the Lizzie Bennet Diaries?

THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE!!!!
Bitches
I love this web show so much. And I want to share it with everyone I can!! ....Or spam it everywhere I can, which ever.

Sometimes I just go through a phase where I just want to watch all the Pride and Prejudice I can. I also have troubles with trying to spell prejudice with two d's. But yah. Y'all should mosey on over and check it out.

Wwhhhhhaaaaaat. 

 I really love how they made Darcy seem all hipster-y. "These people seem to be enjoying popular music un-ironically."


A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather, I was praying that you and me might end up together. <3
Not a pick up line per say, but a line from a song that can be used as a pick up line...

Scaredy Cat or I really shouldn't be in Gryffindor

 I think, I could be wrong (I don't have alot of data to base it on) But I think I'm scared. Now, I have my fair share of doubts, fears, and anxieties. For instance, I have an irrational fear of mannequins. It's not as bad as it used to be when I was a little tyke, but they still really freak me out. And I get anxiety when it comes to speaking out in class, or even Sunday school classes. I can't do it, till it becomes almost a fear or, what if I open my mouth and something stupid comes out? Or I'll be thinking about my birthday for whatever reason, and I'll get terrified that I'll just blurt out that "It's muh birthday!" It scares me. And don't get me started on public speaking. Long story short, I shake. It's not pleasant.

Recently, I've been thinking about boyfriends and how nice it would be to have one. But at the same time, I'm scared. What if no one ever likes me? What if I love this person? Will that person love me the same way? It's very very scary. It's almost like gambling on not only your fucking emotions, but some one else's too. You have no idea how they feel about you, except what they tell you. And people have been known to lie every now and then.

I'm also terribly awkward. In cases where I've found out some one likes me, or someone asks me "Do you think that person likes you?", I've become.... less open and close with them? I guess? I just stop spending as much time with them, and often I'll even become a bit rude and sharp to them. And I hate myself for it. I want to be loving and kind and nice. And I try! I do try.

I think it's fear. I really really do. You know, I look forward to having kids (not the actual pushing them out of my vagina, but you know, the kids) I love kids. I do. Now, babies that spit and poop and drool I don't absolutely adore. But I get excited about having kids of my own. Whether adopted or the ones I carry myself. Because they will be mine, and something I can love unconditionally. They will be mine. I look forward to that. I can call them pet names, like darling, or sweetheart. And it won't be weird, cause they shall be mine to look after and protect, and love. 

With a significant other, you can't guarantee that they'll be yours and yours alone. There are other people in their lives. They have parents, siblings, friends, mentors. And that's the way it should be. But the uncertainty. It's annoying and difficult. Maybe I'll just be an old cat lady. That would take away the anxiety a bit. A bit like waving the white flag at the same time, though. Or, it's like not liking to order from fast food places, so you just don't go.

Now that I've bared some of my insecurities to the world......

here's a pick up line. Cause that's just how I roll.

I post stuff like this and wonder how I'm single

 

P.S. I'm on Pottermore (twice). The first time I was put in Ravenclaw, the second time I actually was put in Gryffindor. In case you were wondering about the title. I'm fairly sure I should be in Slytherin, though I want to be in Hufflepuff. I've spent long showers dwelling on such important questions as which house I'd be in. But I guess Pottermore knows best.

So, I've realized something. Just now. Just recently. I was looking through the stuff I've pinned on Pintrest, and I recently added a new board exclusively for tattoos, entitled Someday. > Le board de tattoos <3 <  Check it out if you're interested. If not, carry on.

But I have realized that it is potentially a blessing in disguise, not being able to get a tattoo right now. Because, you see, I really want one. Actually, I really want several. But mayhaps this not getting one at this point in time will end up being a good thing. Because now I can think about what I want. Dream about it. And really find what will be the best tattoo to get.

It will happen. It is definitely going to happen. But, if I look on the bright side of things, and be okay with waiting, I will have tattoos that are lovely, that mean something to me. Part of the reason I love tattoos is that they are there for pretty much ever. And if it's something there forever, I want something I love, something lovely, something that means something to me. A little bit of pretty to brighten up my day on shitty days. And who doesn't love that?

I keep seeing people post/pin/have a status/tweet that "People ask me why I don't have a tattoo, and I reply, 'Why would you put a bumper sticker on a Ferrari'". Okay, first off, if you are a Ferrari, you are implying that there are different types of cars, and you are a high end, expensive, and fancy car. Second, you make it sound, a tiny bit, like those who do have tattoos are a lesser car. Like they're an old Impala or some junker car. The people I've heard say this, I know they don't mean it that way. But sometimes we need to think about what our words are saying, even more than what we're saying. Because they don't always match up. Okay, and now thirdly. Tattoos are not comparable to bumper stickers. Bumper stickers are things you stick on your car, and they can come off. Tattoos are more like the paint. Some people leave the paint of their car the color it was originally. Others change it, or maybe only change some of it. Maybe they get a cool gradient effect going. But tattoos are NOT bumper stickers.

I know not everyone likes/wants tattoos. I understand that. I don't like brussel sprouts. They're icky. But that just means, I'm not going to go out and get some. I mean, if it's something you don't want, why the hell would you want to go out and get it? But I also try not to complain, or defend myself. I don't like them, but I don't need to explain why I would never put them in my body.

Tattoos are beautiful. Tattoos are art. Tattoos are a little something that stays with you till you are in the grave. And I love them for that. You don't have to like them, you don't have to want them. But maybe you shouldn't post stuff about why you'd never get one, or why they're icky and gross. Because honestly, as someone who desperately wants them, and is just waiting till she moves out, those are slightly offensive to me. I mean, it's just something I've spent my whole fuckin life wanting, but no, you go right ahead and say why they are worthless and you would never get one. Bazinga.

Okay. I'm done my little rant. In conclusion, I feel a bit better about waiting for a tat of my own, and please stop saying why it's stupid to get a tattoo. Kaythxbai

I'm trying to add more pictures again! I seriously want a little dog like this. He's so cute!! Though I just want a dog in general... 

I love pickup lines, so these under roos just make me happy. Though apparently they're from Victoria's Secret. This might condemn me as a hipster, but I feel like Victoria's Secret is a tad too mainstream to shop at. I'd rather get muh underroos from my favorite stores.  I dunno why. But, main point, pick up lines FTW.

 

And yes. More Tom. <3 He's just so wonderful.  

 

And lastly, this afternoon, I'm making cupcakes!!! Super excited for that :{D

Avenging is magic!

 

Applejack is Steve.

 

Rainbow Dash is either Thor or Tony. (I felt she could almost go either way, and look how well all these pictures go together!)

 

Fluttershy is Bruce. (Look at them! They're both soooo cute!!)  I might have a tiny crush on Mark Ruffulo.

And Celestia is totally Nick Fury. It's just obvious. Lots of secrets, having the mane six do all the fighting.

 

Finally, here's a picture of Tony in a shirt that I know we all wish we had, and a picture of the adorable Matt Smith hugging a purple unicorn pillow pet. <3 They all so adorbes.

 

Also, I'd like to remind everyone that Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston's friendship name is Cuddles. That is all. Carry on.