#hourray

[valentin-maxie]

Today is a special day.

I wonder what time is it.

[heilith]

Who has two thumbs and a masterlist?

I finally made it. My Masterlist, ladies and gentlemen. 

[swingsetindecember]

going to edmonton for work

which means i won’t see any of edmonton

[swingsetindecember]

wouldn't be a teen wolf monday if the weekend prior wasn't filled with drama courtesy of the production team 

[captainmartinducreff]

I finally finished my destiel fic. I'd gotten the idea before the end of s08 but never got around to actually writing it, so here it goes. It's canon AU, set right after the end of s05. Thanks again to Becky, really couldn't have done it without you :3

Summary : He’s not sure he’ll ever be able to process it: they stopped the frigging apocalypse and still live to tell the tale. Well, most of them do. But that’s not something he can really think about right now. The very idea has yet to make its way to his brain and he’s dreading the moment it will. Numb feels good right now. He slumps in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest, resolutely looking out the window and ignoring the both of them. He’s barely starting to feel things again, but he’s not sure if the relief outweighs the pain, and it’s stupid. What’s one angel against the whole of creation? Hell, what’s one friend against the rest of humanity?

When Castiel comes back from the pit, he's human. Dean doesn't know what his feelings are doing, Sam wants to knock his and Castiel's head together, and Bobby wonders how he ended up living with a bunch of idjits. Confusion all around!

Wordcount : 20.433

Author : Kathadrian

[kiryuukyousuke-blog]

Thank you mum... really... I know I said you had to "force" me a bit to get me to go to driving school but I didn't mean you had to FUCKING YELL AT ME to achieve that! Yelling just makes me feels worse and I loose all the courage I might have had to go to that damn place. 

Also, thanks for the "Stop acting!" comment. I appreciate it. Didn't hurt at all. Didn't make me cry at all. Nope... not at all... I'm not sitting here crying while typing this... ahaha.. ha... fuck everything...

Do you really think I'm fucking ACTING this!? Do you think I shake whenever I'm in a crowd because IT'S FUN? Do you really fucking think that not being able to just go out and enjoy a walk or having some ice cream by myself IS WHAT I WANT? Just fuck you.

And you really didn't have to get angry at me. I already know that I'm just a burden to everyone because of my social anxiety. I already know that you all would be so much better off without me. You don't have to make me feel worse by getting angry at me for something I can't control. 

Apparently the only one in this family who really understand how I feel is my dad. And even though he only lives like 15 minutes from here he doesn't do anything to help me. He promised me to come and go out with me so many times and he never showed up... hell, he doesn't even call me any more... 

At times like this I really feel like it would just be better if I ended my life. Unfortunately there are too many things keeping me here... the sad part is, that lots of those things are not even real people but fictional characters... 

Seriously... it's scares me how the first thing that comes to my mind when I think about killing myself is "But wait... I won't be able to see Sherlock Season 3 when I'm dead..." 

I should be worried about my family... about my friends... about how they would feel when I was gone... but no... no I think about Sherlock... and that just makes me feel even worse... because apparently I care more about knowing what happens to Sherlock and John than I care about the people around me... and that's just messed up... 

[fraise-impossible]

yes this is all quite good

Today:

-70-degree weather

-Spent a free hour laying on a tree branch about half way up a nice maple, started reading 2666 (Bolaño)

-Attended an absolutely fascinating lecture on acoustic ecology

-Totally self-indulgent trip to the specialty market for smoked ham, arugula, dried cherries, pita chips, and a lemon bar

-Totally self-indulgent dinner while listening to an interview about cheeses from New York Public Radio

-Contra-dance with K (the girl of such great reputation on this blog) in half an hour

I can't pinpoint the moment that life transitioned from seeming bad and scary to being recognizably splendid, but regardless, I'm pleased!

[mangemaprepa]

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