ToffeeTree
ToffeeTree
ToffeeTree

YES to Enver. When he was really given free rein in Dollhouse he blew me away.

Damn straight.

I laughed harder at that than maybe I should have.

Oooohf. Now I can't unimagine that version of events.

YES!

Anyone else creeped out by the way he grabbed her and said "I'd rather you did", pulling her over?

most honest parents will tell you that there are days when they understand that choice quite a bit

Maybe that explains the writers' coyness - - if the Alexandrians are fully apprised of the horrors beyond the walls, their won't be as dramatic a revelation for them when the clash with the Wolves occurs.

I agree, but I'm also so sick of this weird game of Taboo the gang seem to be playing.

"These people are children, and children like stories."

You are the best.

the current boy loves to go down on me and (weirdly?) doesn't like getting head that much. I'm kind of bummed because I kind of do want to go down on him occasionally for fun,

Me, age 19, living with my folks and working night shifts, and my boyfriend came into town for the weekend. He loved naps (still does, we're married now). I didn't, but my sleep was all messed up from the night shifts. So after lunch I tell my mom, "we're going to go have a nap."

I do work for a client who has on 3 or 4 occasions said that an email from me has not come or, when I've checked back in on it, has said, "oh, I just checked my spam folder, and it was in there. Weird."

This is an excuse I gave, not one I heard. I was 11 or 12 and there was a boy who was 3 or 4 years older than me in school, who'd been paying a lot of unwanted attention to me. It was a really small town, and hard to avoid people. One Friday I was walking home from school, and he followed me and asked if I wanted to

I want this on my wall, on a t-shirt, on everything. Absolute truth.

I'm turning 40 this year, so. All the time.

I can't stop staring. I want to go back in time and take this image with me so I can have it as a giant poster up in my teenage bedroom in 1992, along with my Bram Stoker's Dracula and Val Kilmer as Jim Morrison posters.

This makes me think of this:

My 9-year-old son is kind of obsessed with Ariana Grande. I can't object. She seems age appropriate.