Hold the Phone--Why is the Floor Purple?

Because typing is decidedly less creepy than talking to yourself.

I write a lot. I read even more. You can find my writing at: http://www.fanfiction.net/~yourfairygodfather

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Hi!

I love working with Jonny, he is so fun to be around. He said that he’s a pain in the ass? He hasn’t been a pain in the ass to me, cause I smack him down if he gets out of order. “

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Half a bottle of wine down and trying to Duolingo.

I am the coolest person I know.

I am pleased to announce the recent engagement of the 6 Year Old Companion to his 11 Year Old Best Girlfriend who lives next door. The particulars of their courtship and proposal are still a bit fuzzy, but I’m told that the wedding itself will take place in fifteen years and two weeks, so, you know. Mark your calendars or some shit.

before I am…

inspired by [x]

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Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.

Pearl (via psych-facts)

This is seriously the most accurate description of depression. Wow.

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asmilinggoddess:

asmilinggoddess:

dental hygiene tip: brush your teeth like you’re about to go and make out with natalie dormer

fun fact: i got the idea to make this post while i was at work. i then thought about kissing natalie dormer, got distracted, and walked into a shelf in front of like three people

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Dear College Kids having an impromptu block party in front of my building:

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You do not live here. You do not live here, and I don’t care what they told you at freshman orientation, the city is not ‘your campus’. You have one. It’s two miles that way. Go celebrate your football team winning their first game there (I presume they won, otherwise you really have no excuse) and leave the rest of us alone. Or, as my neighbor (now hero) shouted out the window at you moments after you woke me the fuck up, “Take that shit elsewhere; this ain’t yo mamma’s house!”

On a related note, it turns out that turning 27 makes one the ‘get off my lawn’ sort of aged. I’ll be drinking myself back to sleep now.

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celeryandhummus:

nanner:

Kristen Stewart is having none of your gendered bull shit

kristen is an actual kickass feminist who speaks up aaaall the time and gets so little credit for it

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Asker Anonymous Asks:
Your 'sign of 3' fic, are Moriarty and Watson crushing on eachother or is the fic just about friendship?
yourfairygodfather yourfairygodfather Said:

Yes :)  (I really do mean it, this isn’t me being a dick, I promise! It’s just that for me, the impulse behind writing the piece to begin with is how the connections between and among the three of them are tenuous and ever-shifting, and how love means/takes different forms for different people. Which is weird, I realize, but I never claimed to be playing with a full deck. I can tell you for certain that there will not be a 4th party swooping in Mycroft-style to pull any of the three of them on a different trajectory, because that would be bogus, amirite?)

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maybestrongerthanever:

se me lo chiedevi

dopo tutto quello che abbiamo passato

ancora credo nella magia

lcfelisa:

Ko Tao, Thailand.

 ….aaaand we’re back.

Off to partake in a glorious adventure! Miss you all, and see you on the other side…

Off to partake in a glorious adventure! Miss you all, and see you on the other side…

brandyalexanders:

Elementary + canon references: The Final Problem

"He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organiser of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city."

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Acclimating to a radically different time zone means staying up til 5am reading fanfiction on purpose:

It also means that, while organizing the extremely important final details of rapidly-upcoming international travel, I am utterly useless during about 50% of business hours:

(I just keep reminding myself that people far stupider and less organized than I have managed to pull this off. It usually works until I remember that I 1.) don’t speak or read any Asian languages, which tends to be a disadvantage in, say, Asia, and 2.) can’t sleep on airplanes. Whoops.)