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There was a time when I could spend hours and hours on Tumblr, but now I'm not sure I remember the last time I took the time to post something. There was a time when I would post a lot of music quotes, but now I just don't feel like doing it anymore. I'm not sure what happened. I had created another blog and I had so many greats ideas, but until this day that blog is just a blank page. I don't even remember why I created it now. I feel like I have so much to say, but I'm not sure if I should

onyx-starman

even if ‘they’ was grammatically incorrect for a singular pronoun, if you value grammar over a human being then there’s a bigger problem here

jensteed

This says it all.

danapiccoli

Boughs of Holly (a brief lesbian holiday rom-com)

Narrator: Holly Jones, a no-nonsense workaholic whose grinch of a boss sends her to the idyllic town of Mistletoe, Manitoba on Christmas Eve to close a deal. Holly’s company wants to buy all the tree lots in town, Mistletoe’s main source of income, and turn them into overpriced lofts for hipsters. Holly is beautiful, but bitter, and hasn’t celebrated Christmas since the year of the incident.

Zoe Pine is a third generation Mistletoer and the town’s first lady lumberjack. She’s been working overtime to supply the town with the butchest and most beautiful trees in Canada. Zoe loves the holidays and when she’s not chopping wood, she’s volunteering at the community center, teaching kittens how to love.

Let’s take you to the scene where Holly and Zoe meet. Holly, who is a city girl, manages to drive her rental car into a snow pile and gets stuck. With temps approaching freezing, she sure is in a pickle.

Holly: Great. This is exactly as I pictured my death: freezing to death in a mid-size rental in a strange town. And, of course, this place doesn’t have any cell service. (Yells) Are you happy now, Santa?!

Narrator: Zoe, who was vigorously chopping wood nearby, hears Holly’s cries.

Zoe: (with sympathy) Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you are in a bit of a jam.

Holly: (irritated) Oh perfect, now I’m going to get ax murdered by a sexy lumberjane.

Zoe: Excuse me?

Holly: Sorry, I mean, yes. I am literally stuck in a stupid (kick) snow (kick) bank.

Zoe: You’ll have to wait until tomorrow for a tow truck, but I’ll happily give you a ride somewhere.

Narrator: Despite the cold, Holly suddenly feels warm.

Holly: Really, that would be amazing. I’m staying at the Mistletoe Inn.

Zoe: I know it well. Hop in my rustic but well-maintained pick-up truck, which tells you that I have an affinity for the classics but I’m also good with my hands.

Holly: Great truck.

Zoe: Thanks, I restored it myself.

Holly: (gets flustered) Oh god. (fans self)

Zoe: So, what brings you to the fair city of Mistletoe?

Holly: I’m here on business. My company is buying all the tree lots to turn them into high priced condos. Didn’t you hear that in the narrator’s opening dialogue?

Zoe: Excuse me?

Holly: Although, I’m not sure who would want to live all the way out here.

Zoe: (upset) I live all the way out here. And I make my living from those lots. So, does most of the town.

Holly: Well this went from hot to awkward super-fast.

Zoe: What’s wrong with you? Don’t you have any Christmas spirit?

Holly: (serious) no. Not since the incident.

Zoe: Ok, there’s a lot to unpack here. I’d ask you about the incident, but I’m upset now and here’s your hotel. (sarcastic) Nice meeting you, Krampus. (Zoe leaves)

Holly: Huh. Well that was strangely exhilarating.

Narrator: It’s now Christmas Day and Mistletoe is decked out in colored lights. Holly’s meeting with the tree lot owners went successfully. They are in a bind and Holly’s company can swoop in and get them for cheap…but something is tugging at her icy heart. She walks down Main street and sees Zoe building a snowman with the town children, wearing a very fetching flannel.

Holly: (awkwardly) Hi.

Zoe: Oh, it’s you. How’s your town take-over going?

Holly: Fine I guess. But, I feel weird about it.

Zoe: Maybe because you’ll be singlehandedly decimating a town?

Holly: Well, when you put it like that. Yes.

Zoe: Good, then maybe you aren’t the grinch I thought you were.

(Holly goes to walk away dejectedly.)

Zoe: (sighs) Hey, what are you doing for Christmas tonight.

Holly: Oh, I don’t celebrate the holidays. All the eggnog and pies are just too overwhelming. It reminds me of the incident.

Zoe: Ok, you have to tell me what the hell you are talking about. Because you are really pretty and I’m weirdly concerned.

Holly: (extremely smitten) No one has managed to dismantle me the way you do. I feel like I can tell you anything.

Zoe: Wow, you are on the Polar Express to Uhaul-town. I’m ok with it, actually. How about you tell me the incident.

Holly: Well, when I was a child…my grandmother…got…run over…by a reindeer.

Zoe: (laughs)

Holly: Why are you laughing?

Zoe: Oh god, you’re serious. Uh, that’s terrible. But I’m sure your grandmother would want you to enjoy the holidays anyway.

Holly: Oh no, she was a joyless misanthrope. But there’s something about this town that makes me wonder if all these years I’ve been missing out.

Zoe: Mistletoe is a magical place.

Holly: I feel all lightheaded and I have butterflies in my stomach.

Zoe: We have an unusual amount of natural gas here, you’ll get used to it.

Holly: Oh.

Zoe: (puts her hand on Holly’s cheek) Why don’t you come with me. Have some hot chocolate, pass out some presents, watch Imagine Me and You eleven or so times. It’ll be fun.

Narrator: They get closer and breathlessly say the next part.

Holly: What does Imagine Me and You have to do with Christmas?

Zoe: It’s not Christmas without 11 Piper Perabos piping.

(both look out to the audience)

Narrator: The next day, because they are lesbians and we are on a tight schedule, Holly and Zoe have fallen under the spell of the holiday. Holly can’t bear to watch the town of Mistletoe suffer at her hands.

Zoe: (chopping wood) So, when does Mistletoe go down the tubes?

Holly: It won’t. I called and quit my job. No one is buying Mistletoe today or any day, because I’m investing my 401K in the tree lots. You helped me realize that I’ve been blaming Christmas for all my pain. This town is magic. You are magic.

Zoe: Come here, let’s chop some wood. (Goes behind Holly to teach her how)

Holly: Zoe, what’s your last name?

Zoe: Pine.

Holly: I love you, Zoe Pine.

Zoe: Let’s get a cat and name her Carmilla.

The end.

Boughs of Holly is by Dana Piccoli 2018

It was performed one time only-at Clexacon London by Elise Bauman and Natasha Negovanlis.

pop-punk-quotes

I said I’m okay, but I know how to lie.

Yellowcard, “Fighting”

words-of-emotion

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onlybandlyrics

I wasn’t strong enough and you didn’t give enough and I needed you.

– Tonight Alive // Complexes

breesays

BRAS

Do you remember clear bra straps? I had a secret hand motion with my best friend in junior high, if our bra straps were showing while we were in public. Why was that even a thing? Were we operating under the ruse that we DIDN’T wear bras? Or was it more like the hiding tampon thing? Like, WE SHALL NOT SPEAK OF THIS? But most of us also couldn’t NOT wear a bra. Because most of us were not Kirsten Dunst in Mad Love. Thank God, her hair was disgusting in the era before dry shampoo. Anyway. It was like a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation, wasn’t it?

I remember buying padded bras MOSTLY because it pulled shirts away from my stomach and thus alleviated some anxiety about not having washboard abs. I even had (have) a padded bikini from Victoria’s Secret. Do you know you essentially have to wring yourself out after a dip in the pool? Yeah.

I remember Gwen Stefani being such a source of inspiration for me in those teen years because not only did she show her bra straps, she embellished them. If you were gonna catch a glimpse of shoulder, you were gonna get a glimpse of rhinestones. I had the hot glue gun burns to prove it.

The whole hidden-bra thing has come up a few times for me in the last few months—because before I had a designated “dressing room” (it’s also a meeting room when I’m not shooting) I had to schlep my outfits between the restroom and my desk. Most of the time I take such care to tuck my bras and tights into my other clothing. But in the flurry of getting ready, sometimes that all comes undone.

But the thing is: Grown women wear bras. It’s not a secret. We also use tampons. So why is it so taboo?

novelty-gift-ideas

cor-ta

AGDNFKGNIFNCKCL😍

genderisover

i am not a girl or a boy. i am a being. i am tired of suffocating under these labels. they don’t matter-i’m a living, breathing human being and that is all that fucking matters

(via genderisover)

colemckenzies

you can make nearly any object into a good insult if you put ‘you absolute’ in front of it

example: you absolute coat hanger

ggiornojo

as well u can just add ‘ed’ to any object and it’s sounds like you were really drunk

example: i was absolutely coat hangered last night

colemckenzies

#i was gazeboed mate #i was absolutely baubled

animatedamerican

Meanwhile, “utter” works for the first (e.g., “you utter floorboard”) but somehow “utterly” doesn’t seem to work as well for the second (“I was utterly floorboarded”).