Does Anyone Ever Think About The Death Toll That Glee Has??? Like, Why Is Everyone That Was In It Just

Cant wait for it baby girl 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Having a crush on your friend is so awful because u want to tell them so badly but you also dont want to ruin whatever you have you know???

And like im useless at feelings and judging how someone else feels but my sister told me that the banter we have is flirting???? And i didn't know?? Are all wlw this useless at the job or is it me?

Anyway, i think i might tell my friend about the crush because i shouldn't be a bitch (my sisters words not mine) and i think, THINK, they might like my back so we'll see how it goes???

I am dying for a Jason Todd fic out there where he just is genuinly as asshole but kids like flock to him anyway??? And he grudgingly takes care of them, mask on ans maak off, until one day he's standing in his kitchen making dinner (you know hes GREAT at cooking) for four starving children from Crime Alley and hes like "shit. Im just like Bruce." Tired of the fics that say Dick would have children first just cause hes in a semi stable relationship and hes the oldest like no. Jason is the most like Bruce theres no way he wouldn't bring home a stray first

Jason knows that when he approaches kids in his entire get up that they're scared of him, and in crises that's... not great. So he's taken to carrying sticker books with him. He has enough pockets for it. He offers the kids stickers, and he lets them put the stickers on his helmet. He has dozens of Red Hood helmets now, all of them have an amalgamation of new and faded stickers.

The rest of the family tries to make fun of him for it, but Jason just holds out his sticker books like "You seem stressed, have a sticker."

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

Todays mood;

Got day drunk with friends for birthday party

Had a great time singing beyonce and Rihanna while drunk and mixing drinks (spolier: this is BAD.)

Started to feel sick

Started to drink water and stopped drinking the devils piss, aka tequila

Got sick in the sink

Cried

Cleaned up my own vomit

Cried part two

Went to bed

Woke up to friend getting sick in her sleep and all over the couch, floor and possibly on other friends

Other friends started to feel queasy from smell

I was now, regrettably, sober enough to feel better but drunk enough to offer to clean it

I cleaned it

Like a BOSS

Didnt get dick again

Previous friend (see getting sick on couch point) came back and felt bad i was cleaning it up after taking a shower. I reassured her it was fine. It was.

I cleaned the floor in the sitting room (tonights sleeping arrangements) and the floor in th3 hallway, the stairs and the bathroom. Unnecessarily in the bathroom, bevause it was just on the floor not the sink, the toilet and the bath. Stop cleaning things freak.

Went back into the sitting room. Friend still felt sick. Got her a glass of water, watched her drink it, and then got her another.

Overall, i am a cleaner drunk. Not to be mistaken with a CLEAN drunk, no i make a mess but then i feel bad and clean everything in a mile radius.

i never noticed that at Birdpersons and Tammy's wedding Tammy says "I am yours until YOUR death" and BirdPerson says "I am yours until MY death". Very subtle foreshadowing, nice

how is it I've got a 119 pages of a fic, grand total of 55k words so far, and NOT ONCE i describe what fucking colour an OC's hair is!?! I've mentioned it so much! I've mentioned Nikolai's hair so many times but its left to the fucking wind what colour it is i guess!

Adam told Keith to try pottery and to this day he swears it was the worst mistake of his life. Keith wedges (is that the right term? Its when you like beat up the clay so that all the air bubbles are gone i think) the clay within an inch of its life, my guy is literally just beating this clay up so he can make a hippo mug to match the fox one he made for Shiro. Slapping the clay down on that circle thing that spins is a favourite of his. The sound soothes his heart. Using the wire to cut the clay makes him feel like hes slitting someones jugular. The possibilities are endless when it comes to art and Keith

I love artist Keith because I think it's so silly. Like, Adam got worried about Keith's anger issues and encouraged Keith to find other ways to channel his anger. This is all cool and all until Keith's sitting in class, angrily scribbling James being crucified for his sins on his final exam. Or he's sitting in Shiro's apartment, aggressively stabbing a piece of fabric over and over only for the result to be a pretty little embroidered bouquet. Imagine Keith channeling all his rage into crocheting chicken nugget stuffed animals.

So many silly possibilities!!

trying to get used to drawing this goober again

recently became aware of tumblr again and i am making everyones problem. be ready to hear about every single thing that i do with my life