I feel for anyone that actually chooses to follow me on twitter. I don’t feel bad, just mildly concerned that they don’t know what they’ve signed up for.
Oh like I need any more encouragement to be a freak in the tweets.
Okay if I don’t get Marshal Hercules Hansen doing his best to keep the remains of the now defunct PDCC together in memory of his son, best friend and copilot I will be very very pissed.
That was sarcasm, wasn't it?
I was the 17 year old Arts and Crafts counselor. He was 16 the last night of camp and thought I’d be his birthday present. Instead I taught him about constellations and Greek mythology under the pines because I was an oblivious dork.
You love us or you hate us. There’s just not an in between opinion regarding gingers.
Mine too. Striker fell apart at the joints even when I didn't touch her. I wailed when a leg dropped off in my lap.
Pull up ao3 and put it in the search field.
Nonconsensual Blanket Burrito. Throat fucking is not a medically recommended treatment for asthma. Historically inaccurate methods of lubrication.
Pfft. Only amateurs use quarters. Silver dollars all the way. Bonus points if you can hold a couple of rolls under your boobs while doing the Macarana.
“We’ve lived together for eight years, I’m seven months pregnant with your son and I’ve called the County Courthouse for an appointment. Can you make the 16th?”
The big industrial tubes of lubricant were the most popular things stolen from our exam rooms, followed by tape measures and reflex hammers.
Wish fulfillment? It is terribly annoying and patronizing.
Of all the physical attributes Derek on Teen Wolf is known for, his eyebrows are at least 5th place.
I do have a DA, but I don’t do commissions. This was made for the love of the story. Lylas NSFW You can’t have a Narasen without a Lylas, can you?
It’s hard for me to put into words how much I love her writing. She’s more of a poet than a prose writer, her words flow and paint vivid pictures of love, lust, life and death. So many of her works are out of print and I buy up the yellowed DAW paperbacks whenever I find them. Thank you, Ms. Lee. Thank you for…
It certainly measures how comfortable a man is being measured.