I like to do crossovers. Sometimes, I even crossover my own stories, and my characters from different universes got to meet and know each other. It’s really fun.
Let me be your:
7am morning fuck before you go to work
Midday text, letting you know that you’re on my mind
5pm cuddle after a long days work
11pm rough fuck as i pound away the frustrations of your day
2am soft whisper in your ear, as i tell you “i love you”
Some days ago, I decided to enter the Supernatural fandom. At free will, I swear.
I have soo many feel already and I haven’t watched till the end season 1 (I have 5 or 6 episodes left). But I’m falling so hard for Dean’s “bad boy” attitude, and his looks, and smile, and…
On the other hand Sam… Sam’s like my best friend. If my best friend were a superhot hunter with brains and an amazing sense of humor.
Also, John Winchester is the coolest dad ever. Period.
Tumblr, you did it, you convinced me to watch Supernatural. Happy now??
Approved my first exam of this week. Yay!
I saw this video about a girl telling her experience about rape, and it triggered a memory in my head.
It was like, two or three years ago, when I was 18 or19. It was saturday and I was walking back home after a lovely night with my friends. I hardly drink, and that night I was completely sober, so I felt every second of the fear.
As said, I was walking home, and a car was parked near the begining of my street, with the lights out and the engine on, and, when I passed by, the lights shined and someone shout me something.
It was a male voice, though I didn’t recognize it in the moment, was clearly someone that knew me, because he said my name.
I never, ever, ever run if it’s not for a good reason, but, in that moment, I hadn’t time to think "Run, because you’re in trouble", I just did it.
When I reached my grandma’s house, which is in the same street, I hid in the back of the house and stopped to catch my breath. I waited for a long time, carefully listening to the night’s sounds, but I heard no car, so I walked home as fast as I could.
Now, I carry a cutter in my hanbag (among other things, including a pencil and a notebook). The other day, a friend saw it and told me it was illegal to carry a weapon. Well, fuck the police, I will stop carrying it when I stop feeling threatened just for the fact that I am a woman.
And whenever I feel in danger, I open my handbag and grab my cutter, ready to defend myself. We all know that that is wrong (theoretically, at least), then, why I still feeling safer with my cutter than I would be without it? That’s not ok, people and it should change.
Nobody deserves to feel such fear only because other person could decide to hurt you.
reasons i want to look GOOD
- for myself
- for myself
- to plant the seed of envy in other bitch’s hearts
- for myself
Peacekeepers? More like Terrorspreaders.
Watching THG: Catching Fire for the first time.