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[queenklu]

I love that you are fighting the stop apologizing for yourself fight because you should absolutely be proud of your jokes I have laughed out loud at your tags so many times tbh 10/10 love your blog

THANK YOU!!! 

It’s a tough fight but we gotta fight it. Understand the people around you are there because they care about you. Block the assholes! Curate your space! Be yourself unapologetically! People who like it will stick around. 

[sephirothism]

gay cowgirl vampire vibes tbh

oh this is literally all i aspire to be, thank u!!!!!

[wetsammywinchester]

top five recurring characters on Supernatural? :D

Everytime I see hockey on tumblr, I think of you <3.

1) Bobby Singer - He is one of the best characters on any show. Jim Beaver wraps up all these elements and nuance into what could have been just another grumpy hunter. I mean you knew Bobby had a back story from the time you met him; it just took us six years to found out about it.

2) John Winchester - I love him. Everything is so mysterious and ambiguous about what he was doing and how he felt. Such a rich character in how much he loved his boys (canonically, I think John cries more than any other Winchester) and how much he butted heads with them.

3) Frank Devereaux - Frank was a whirlwind of crazy and paranoia. I mean Bobby was paranoid, but Frank was grade-A unibomber crazy. His comebacks to Dean were fricking hilarious and he didn’t take shit from anyone. (He’s not dead really, Frank escaped and is living in a cabin in the Yukon).

4) Ellen Harvelle - She was such an interesting mix of mama bear and so practical about the hunters she dealt with. Imagine all the whack-out hunters coming through the Roadhouse and Ellen just takes it all in stride, doing her part to help.

5) Balthazar - Dude just didn’t care what anyone thought, he did his thing. Menage a twelve, parties, changing history. He is my favorite angel (sorry, Cas).

[sephirothism]

❓ <3

i love anything cinnamon!

Send me a ❓ and I’ll give you a random fact about myself.

[queenklu]

Australia!

I was 12 when we went to Australia. I remember this fact vividly because my grandma wanted to take me before I turned into a horrible teenager. (Jokes on her, I was always a mega nerd muahaha.) 

Imagine me: a chubby 12 year old redhead with curly hair like Annie and the fashion sense of no one on the entire planet. I somehow convinced my mom to order me a matching salmon colored jumpsuit from a catalog. I owned cheetah print shorts. 

My parents decided we should climb Uluru. 

(This is not something you should do. Anangu ask that you don’t do it, it’s a dick move. It’s like if people started climbing the Vatican. We didn’t realize the cultural significance until afterward, which is not an excuse. Don’t. Do. It.)

I did not want to go, not because I knew anything about it being highly important to local indigenous people–honestly, as a snotty little preteen, all I cared about was that it was high, and full of exercise. 

The first part is stupidly steep. (See now I’m telling you about it so you can feel like you’ve experienced it without having to be a dick, you’re welcome.) And because Uluru is exactly one giant rock, there’s nothing really growing on it, and not much purchase to be found. Thankfully, some super helpful white guys drilled holes into the side and put in a chain fence that you can hold onto and kind of haul yourself up. (Man I hope this is not still there. eta: google tells me it is, gdi.) 

It sucked! It SUCKED! It was really hot! It’s super steep! Uluru is actively torturing the dumb white tourists and rightfully so! I was a big whiny baby about it, hopefully decreasing the enjoyment of other tourists around me! Definitely decreasing the enjoyment of my parents!

Anyway, there’s a point at the end of the chain fence where it levels out, to trick you. I told my parents “I will wait here.” 

“Come on,” they said, “we’re almost to the middle of the rock, where it’s highest.” 

“That’s cool for the rock, I am high enough,” I said.

At this point a (white male) tourist sticks his head in our conversation. “It’s really easy from here on out,” he lied to my 12 year old face. “Nothing but gentle rolling slopes.” 

He was full of shit. 

The top of Uluru is like…you know what a soundwave looks like? Like that. And I imagine if it was ever transcribed into music, it would be singing the song of “get these fuckin white people off of meeee.” 

There was nothing “gentle” or “rolling” or “slopes” about it. Imagine scooting down a steep rock on your butt for five feet near-straight drop, then immediately scrabbling up the same height by your fingers. For a million miles. 

I was not….quiet…about my feelings. 

The “top” is just a metal plaque someone put where they probably decided to give up. -50/10. 

Do not climb Uluru. A) because it holds boundless cultural significance to Anangu, B) they have asked you nicely not to do it, C) there is no reason at all for you to climb it that can be more important than A), and D) it was a personal hassle to me, a 12 year old. 

[queenklu]

I wish I could frame your tag on that Sound of Music post

Maybe do a cross stitch *wiggly eyebrows* >:3

[sephirothism]

🎶 🦋 🍓 for the sweet and pure ask meme!!

thank u!!

🎶- favorite song right now?

this is hard but “talk” and “sunlight” are some of my favorites off hozier’s new album!! honestly that whole album 💯 listen to wasteland, baby!

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

to strangers/acquaintances - quiet, sarcastic, and apparently i have resting bitch face? to friends i can be more open, often loud, but apparently i still don’t show emotions 😔

🍓- one secret about yourself

i have trust issues!

[sephirothism]

26, 32, and 70 for the horrible questions ask meme?? (better late than never right)

thank you!!

26: What are you craving right now?water, tbh. i need to hydrate because i’m bad at that!!

32: What is your favourite color?hmm i really like a soft blue!! also red is nice. all the colors!

70: Is there anyone you would die for?my little sister because she’s pure & i love her