Also, I started working on a haiku about Lesbian Death Bed - don’t think I’ll post that one for a while >.<;;;;;   

As much as I’m vexed about my current living situation - it made me smile when my female roomie referred to me as a dude to someone else. Granted I prefer randomsexual space alien - I’ll take what I can get though :D  

twilight-deviant:

Dear Thranduil!Because I find myself unable to get over the fact that the ring on Thorin’s right hand is essentially just an “arrow” (I know, dwarf rune) pointing UP at his middle finger. I think he made it for Thranduil.

twilight-deviant:

Dear Thranduil!
Because I find myself unable to get over the fact that the ring on Thorin’s right hand is essentially just an “arrow” (I know, dwarf rune) pointing UP at his middle finger. I think he made it for Thranduil.

 h.m.murdock’s fairy tales // a-team in space. extended edition.

starring:
john hannibal smith as space daemon
templeton face peck as space raсcoon
h.m. murdock as space ninja
b.a. baracus as space ranger

- wait, wait, fool. why am i a raccoon? 
- what?
- why am i a raccoon?? why not human.
- you’re a badass raccoon with a machine gun…
- i see that. but WHY?
- ehmm…because raccoons are lovely and cute? billy likes them. i like them and i definitely like you. besides, space ladies love cute animals with guns. 
- ok. whatever. do what you want. it’s your story.

Fire Fire Fire YAY!

Finally put a huge pot I purchased from a fundraising yard sale to use tonight. Found printed out e-mails exchanged between me and the first person I was ever with physically circa 2007 or so.  Self-depreciation on my part and her making comments on how I speak or do not communicate properly.   I put all of that into a pot and threw one of my huge duraflame matches into the pile.  

One of the roommates asked me why I didn’t use the shredder. One does not use a paper shredder on toxic words on paper. One burns that shit away. 

Treated myself to A-Team fanfiction after all that - there’s no beer in the house.