"MOVE, YOU FASCIST!"




I Am:
25 years old, a college dropout, an ex-English major and Psychology minor, a bad lesbian, awkwardly friendly, subtle like a supernova, damn near impossible to offend, dating a Dr.-Manhattan-Grumpy-Mathematician-Master-Assassin-Vulcan-Elf-Princess, a Gryffindor, a spazz, easily excitable, overprotective, fandom-oriented, probably more stubborn than I should be, a romantic, a geek, a nerd, a dweeb

You Can Call Me:
Kelty, Jude, Jimmy, Special K, Freak, Weirdo, that girl there, or any and all fandom-applicable nicknames that fit my personality, because who am I to deny.

The People You Need to Know
(If You Want to Get to Know Me):

KENDRA (my girlfriend)
EMILY (my best friend)
BLISS (my soulbuddy)
RIOT (my bratty little sister)
CODY (my adopted e-son)
MADDIE (my little princess)

My God, the things Luce says. 

blanketforyourshock:

callmejude:

“Pull the shades or I sink my fuckin’ teeth inta every single one’a yer faggy foo-foo couch pillows,”

This is now my title for any and all couch pillows until the day I die.

FOO-FOO COUCH PILLOWS.

FOO-FOO.

FOO-FOO.

^MY NEW FAVOURITE ADJECTIVE. I’M GOING TO USE IT IN MY NOT!FANFIC WRITING ASSIGNMENT. SOMEHOW. JUST WATCH ME.



He was obviously one of the first Aussies to come through and they didn’t know what to do with him. It was like he was some exotic, gaunt breed of bird that they didn’t know whether to kill for its plumage or keep for breeding purposes. 

OMGOMGOMG /DYING

Okay, okay, I’m done. :x



My God, the things Luce says. 

“Pull the shades or I sink my fuckin’ teeth inta every single one’a yer faggy foo-foo couch pillows,”

This is now my title for any and all couch pillows until the day I die.



“I need to go to work,” he said to no one in particular, falling backwards with enough force to maybe knock the last of the leaden sluggishness from his body. It didn’t work.  

I have legit done this.

What is my life.



"I’ll be to bed soon. It’s already 2:30 and I have class tomorrow." 

Oh, never mind. I forgot Dead of Night updated yesterday.

-reads-



blanketforyourshock:

Dead of Night
Dead of Night
Dead of Night
I honestly don’t know why I’ve put off reading this. It’s so good.

I felt the same way after I started reading it. Seriously SO GOOD. And, you know, I keep putting off new chapters when they come out, too, and I don’t know why, because whenever I finally get around to reading them I’m always like “OH MY GOOOOOODDDDDD -faint-“

blanketforyourshock:

Dead of Night

Dead of Night

Dead of Night

I honestly don’t know why I’ve put off reading this. It’s so good.

I felt the same way after I started reading it. Seriously SO GOOD. And, you know, I keep putting off new chapters when they come out, too, and I don’t know why, because whenever I finally get around to reading them I’m always like “OH MY GOOOOOODDDDDD -faint-“



Lovers came and went but furniture stayed. 

blanketforyourshock:

<3

-identifies a little too well with this line-



FINALLY CAUGHT UP ON “DEAD OF NIGHT” AND OH MY GOD, WHAT TOOK ME SO FUCKING LONG. I JUST. OMG. I. GNEEEEEE~ 

-squeezes fic- DON’T EVER LEAVE ME, BRILLIANT AU FIC. :’D



"There was a moment of running water – Conrad specifically listened for the splash of water off of a body – and then Luce was off, bitching about not using any of the yuppie Bath and Body Works shit, because he wasn’t going to be walking around smelling like a giant fag-bucket of fucking faggot strawberries." 

BRB DYING XDDD