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.

Oh hai thar

So, um, I've kind of been absent here, haven't I? Whoopsy... I may or may not have forgotten I have a blog.

Schools been out for over 2 weeks, and I've been working on my room and redecorating it, painting my nails, reading, going shopping, Tumblr-ing. Fun stuff. And I haven't really had many profound wisdom hitting, I need to share this with everyone type moments.

Though I will say, every now and then, I just get hit with all the stupid, insensitive things I've said and done. And it's like it just plays on repeat, over and over again. It could be hormones/PMS related + the lack of people to keep me sane. But it just all hits me. And it makes me wonder how I even have friends. Seriously, it does.  Now, I'm not good at thinking before I talk. Sometimes my words just come out. Especially when I'm tired, and I just want to say everything I think of. It's not pretty. I feel like I've gotten much, much better over the last couple years. Needless to say, I was a child without tact. An adorable child, I'm sure, but definitely one with out tact.

The thing is, I'm already insecure. And pretty sure I have OCD. My mum thinks so too. I can't let things go. I overthink to a fault, sometimes. I'm bad at letting feelings go. And I'm not surrounded by people right now who make it known that it's okay for me to hang out with them. Who let me know they like being around me. That they like me. My summer schedule is work, home, sleep, repeat, pretty much. I haven't really done anything with anyone. And my family has to like me. So right now, I'm semi-bi-polar. I just keep thinking about all my unthinking blunders, and then sometimes I manage to move on and be fine.

Maybe when I've stopped bleeding and cramping, I'll be closer to my usual norm. Maybe it is just hormones. But right now, while it's not over whelming, it's still there, and it's screwing with my insecurities like nothing else.

I might be driving out to visit a friend soon, though! Super excited about that.

Old school love and love letters

I miss the old school love. Even though I've yet to have a love at all, but I still miss it.

In fact, a couple weeks ago, I decided I want letters. Whenever I get a boyfriend, or whatever. The kind of letters you leave around campus where you know the other person will find them. Maybe it's because I love books, and it's the kind of thing that would happen in a book. Something that might happen to Anne Shirley. I want a Gilbert, who will love me, and write me letters. Is that too much to ask?

I don't know why this seems important to me. I do like (as previously mentioned) books. And I like writing stuff, using a pen and paper. And I prefer writing stuff down when trying to get my thoughts out. When I try to just say what I think, my thoughts get jumbled about when they hit my tongue. I also really like vintage esque stuff. Like old keys, tea sets, and pocket watches. Mostly stuff reminiscent of the Victorian era. It's just so lovely. Often it has gorgeous scrolling detail. And letters remind me of that. Hand written. Personal.

I just want someone I can write letters to. They don't have to be overly romantic letters. Or even letters with a distinctive purpose. Just a letter to me, where it'll make me smile. It could be a quick drawing. Anything. As long as I can reply, and make someone else smile.


Unrelated, I'm pretty much done with my freshman year of college. This past week has been super stressful, and I'm so glad it's almost over. I'm going to miss all the people here so much, though. They've become a huge part of my life. I know it just 3 months, but it seems like such a long time, especially after seeing all these people every day. A quarter of a year without all these amazing people. It's so weird and horrible thinking about it. I walk into my friend's rooms, and they have all these boxes, empty walls, barely any stuff. And I've already been super stressed, because of finals, that I might bawl tomorrow when they leave. It might happen.

Loving equally.

So last night I was at floor worship. And it was wonderful, and I loved it. One of the girls on the floor was talking about how she doesn't label herself as christian, because she can't understand how people can't love others just because they're gay, or even not as christian-ly as others. I felt the same as her. I've struggled with not knowing, and people just giving Bible verses instead of answers. It made me think. I am not a person strong in my faith. I haven't found a personal connection, my own faith. But I do believe in loving people. Which is actually what christians are called to do/be. We are supposed to be love. And to show love to every one. Not just the nicely dressed white people who always look good, and never seem to have ever doubted their faith, or the black church choir who sends shivers down your back with how good they are at praisin'. Not just our pastors. Not just the people who watch the little kids during the services. Everyone.

How can anyone call themselves Christians, when they're too busy hating on the people they deem as "non-christians". I think it even goes further than christians versus non-christians. I think there are the christians, who see themselves as being at the top. The top of what, I don't know, but it can come of as hoity-toity. Then there are the wishy-washy christians, who fake it well. But they don't always keep it up all the time, and they aren't too worried about it. (I'm prolly in this catagory) Then there are the not christians, but the ones the keep quiet about it all. There are the anti-christians, the people who are so against christians and the church that they want nothing to do with it. Not only do they want nothing to do with it, the bad mouth it all they can. And then, we have the people who "live in sin". Can't "be changed". They're the gay people, the people who are skanks and they like it. The people on drugs, the alcoholics. The ones who are un-apologetically living their lives as they see fit.

And then somewhere there are the legit christians, who actually try to love everyone. They don't always succeed, but they try. They are like Darren Criss, though not all can sing.

I started this a couple days ago, then had to go to class, so I forget where exactly I was going with this. But if you're a christian, please don't be the christian who drives people away by being holier than thou. Be the one who loves the druggies, and the skanks, and those who are gay. Don't immediately write them off. Everyone has value. Everyone needs love. Everyone craves love. And we may not be able to change their minds, their religion, their hearts or their minds. But maybe, just maybe, we'll be the people who make christianity seem appealing. And then someday down the road, they will change their minds/ hearts. And we will have had a part in that. But how can we do anything like that if we're too busy hating and judging?

Not Alone

So, Glee came on again last night. So good. So much Darren. And my friend Danielle was practically in tears during all the Darren Criss- y goodness. (Like when he was in the shower. Which was my favorite part as well)

But then she wrote a blog about why she loves Darren Criss, and Team Starkid. And it was beautiful. And it made me want to write a blog about why I love Darren and Starkid so much.

Growing up, I didn't have an abundance of friends, or really close friends. My sister is 5 and half years older than me, so she pretty much stopped playing with me about when I was 7. I was homeschooled and lived about an hour away from most the people I know. Off a highway, so I don't even really have neighbors. Don't get me wrong, I went out and did stuff with people. I wasn't a total recluse. But I never had a chance to get to be bosom buddies with anyone. I always pictured myself as Anne Shirley, but I had no Dianna to run and play with. And so, my bestest closest friends that I cherished the most, (and still dearly loved), were books. Through middle school and high school, the highlight of my week was always going to the library to get an assload of books. New friends, old friends. Some I left as acquaintances, which I never fell in love with, but I still recognize them on the shelves. Others I fell deeply and ardently in love with, and I read and re-read them like crazy.

Somewhere in highschool, between my Junior and Senior year, I discovered A Very Potter Musical. And I loved it. Also, about when I started, they had just put out A Very Potter Sequel. And I just watched it and loved it. I went on to watch Me and My Dick, and then when Starship came out I watched, got the album, would've gotten the shirts, but I had no money for it. On Friday, yes this Friday, April the 13th, Starkid's next musical comes out. And you can bet your ass I will be watching it. Possibly much more than once.

You see, the magical thing about Starkid, more than them being college students who wrote and put on these amazing musicals, more than them becoming super popular and still incredibly nice, The thing is..... They made me feel like I wasn't alone. Whether it was Harry Freaking Potter finally finding a home at Hogwarts, or a dick finding true love, or Bug becoming a Starship Ranger, they were all there for me. Through their musicals, and their cuteness, and their nerdiness. They are just lovely human beings.

They gave me hope for college. That I would find friends there, and we would go on to do great things, and be supermegaawesomefoxyhot friends. As someone who is really shy/awkward around people she doesn't know, I was super nervous about going to college, if I would become friends with anyone, if people would like me. Actually, I talked with people the very first week about Team Starkid. And we're still good friends. Actually the people I talked to are now some of my best friends on campus.

Starkid told me I'm not alone. That I need to kick it up a notch, that there's no way we're giving up, that I don't know me, the way they do. And when it's time, in less than a month, to say goodbye to all these wonderful people I've come to love for summer break, Days of Summer will be constantly playing. Along with Gotta Get Back to Hogwarts.

And I would just like to say, bless Joe Walker's abs. Just.... just bless them....