I'm Lianne, from the Netherlands, and I've been lurking on tumblr for god knows how long... I like podcasts, books, and some very silly TV shows. Also I've been getting into gaming lately. As I'm sure is not at all obvious from the blog's header and profile pic.
I enjoy singing, the general concept of dragons, connecting nonexistent dots in every piece of fiction I encounter, and imagining extensive fanvideos that I will almost definitely never create... You know, regular fandom activities.
If you see me kudosing and not commenting, please know I am disastrously shy on the interwebs. I'm working on it (...maybe).
im gonna be real if i half jokingly proposed to a girl and she took it really seriously and said "i don't know i have to think about it" then the next morning immediately got up chopped off her ring finger and let another hot fairy king out of an evil tree i would probably need to be committed
Doesn’t hate her colleague, but does find his attitude, work ethic, and face annoying. His hair is very pretty though, and she’d like to run her fingers through it, but she doesn’t know where that idea came from, which is also annoying.
Has no problem with wandering off to isolated locations without telling anyone, will not hesitate to trick the Fae, and calmly considers chopping off her own hand to save her life.
Also has no idea what to do when a person starts crying. This includes herself.
“Visiting naturalist manages to offend entire village with a single failed social encounter. One dead, thirty-seven injured.”
Decides she should probably have sex first to see if she even likes it before committing to this whole “marriage” thing.
Admits to herself that her primary motivation for rescuing the villagers kidnapped by the Fae is research, and immediately remembers she should feel bad about this.
Prof. E. Wilde, page 1: This journal is for documentation and research purposes only, and will not be filled with personal drivel.
Prof. E. Wilde, 200 pages later: Reader, I had to kiss him. For… scientific observation.
So used to self-reliance that she can’t imagine people coming to her rescue because they care about her.
Gives off the vibe of Tragic Victorian Orphan. Her parents are still alive.
If id known we were already wearing our brand new summer outfit at the concert today earlier than, yknow, yesterday, i would have bought a lipstick that wasnt bright fucking red <.<
I’ve been reading about werewolves on Wikipedia and I just have to say. “Werewolves are warriors that descend into hell to fight demons” kicks unbelievable amounts of ass as a concept
"I asked ChatGPT" "I asked Grok" "I asked Gemini" Ok, well I asked Professor Abraham Van Helsing(M.D., D.PH., DLITT., ETC., Etc.,), and he gave me an hour and a half long speech that was so full of metaphors that I don't even know what he was trying to say.
My taste is great. My taste is bad. I'm cringe but i'm free. I'm the best to ever do it. My tumblr is a collection of the crème de la crème of tumblr posts. My tumblr is a black hole of insanity trying its best not to seem that way by posting and reblogging way less frequently than i am actually online (this does not work). There are no unique experiences. There actually are unique experiences exclusively in the sense that i, and i alone, engage with media and tumblr in a way that is Wrong and Incorrect. No one notices me. Every person in every fandom turns their gaze in my wretched direction as soon as i reblog one(1) post. I'm deleting my account. I am never ever ever ever leaving this website.