"SHIT THE BOMB, MOLLY"




I Am:
25 years old, a college dropout, an ex-English major and Psychology minor, a lesbian, awkward, subtle like a supernova, damn near impossible to offend, dating a Dr.-Manhattan-Grumpy-Mathematician-Master-Assassin-Vulcan-Elf-Princess, obsessive compulsive, easily excitable, obsessed with fandom, manic-depressive, consistently anxious, emotionally unstable in almost every way, a romantic, a geek, a nerd, a dweeb

You Can Call Me:
Kelty, Kat, Jude, Jimmy, Special K, Freak, Weirdo, 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)
CODY (my adopted e-son)

Karaoke Night at Avenger Towers (for loadeddicexpokerchip)




Look at your man. Now back at Loki. Now back at your man. Now back to Loki. Sadly, he isn’t Loki. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and switched to Asgard Spice, he could smell like Loki. Look down. Back up. Where are you? You’re in Asgard with the god of mischief that your man could smell like. What’s in your hand? Back at Loki. He has it. It’s a casket from Jotunheim holding two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Asgard Spice and not a lady. Loki’s on a horse.

Look at your man. Now back at Loki. Now back at your man. Now back to Loki. Sadly, he isn’t Loki. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and switched to Asgard Spice, he could smell like Loki. Look down. Back up. Where are you? You’re in Asgard with the god of mischief that your man could smell like. What’s in your hand? Back at Loki. He has it. It’s a casket from Jotunheim holding two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Asgard Spice and not a lady. Loki’s on a horse.

(via clintbartons)



(via shhhlock-deactivated20120427)



I AM FAR TOO INVESTED IN ALEX’S NEVER MARRY FOR MONEY FIC. 

I CANNOT HANDLE ALL THESE ~EMOTIONS~

SOMEONE HOLD ME