#wellflavouredlaser

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wellflavouredlaser replied to your photo “First cheek hair, woo!”

Woo indeed! Very very awesome :)

I realized today it’s been exactly half a year since I started T. Couldnt be happier (also it feels longer XD )

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wellflavouredlaser replied to your post “Mastectomy date booked for 11/11/15 Cool. Cool, cool, cool”

Very very happy for you bro ^^

Me too :)

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Staying up late flirting via Skype with fiancee is something that could only have been bettered by staying up late flirting with fiancee in person... An evening well spent, eh wellflavouredlaser X3

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name: Carolyn.

time and date of current moment: 23:25 PST, 6th January 2015

average hours of sleep: I've never been a good sleeper but recently I've hit all-new lows. September-December saw between 0-4 hours per night, and four was a rare stroke of fortune. Not by choice, mind you. Want to hear a funny joke? What do you get when you combine three months of severe insomnia with daily coursework, near endless travel, a minimum of 10 hours of intense exercise weekly, minimal food, and an ever-increasing number of responsibilities and obligations?

Absolutely nothing good

Oh sorry, did I say "funny"? I meant "hopeless downward spiral of doom". I always get those two confused.

last thing I googled: The Big Fat Quiz of 2014. My dream is one year the teams will be Noel Fielding/Russell Brand vs David Mitchell/Richard Ayoade vs Frankie Boyle/Someone else hilarious. Or maybe vs Frankie by himself? One can dream. 

nicknames: Caroline if you're feeling lazy. Or Lily, if you met me at a certain point in life. Or Coco if you're Danny. Or the Devil if you met me in the afterlife at a different time. Or Q, if you're among a select few or one of the universities I trolled. Or Theta Thascalos if you're a website I don't feel like giving the truth to.

birthday: 26th November

gender: Well...last time I checked my sex was definitely female. Not entirely convinced gender exists in strict terms. And even if it does, I have no allegiance in any particular direction. But to simplify things I usually just roll with being called female for the sake of simplicity, even if it makes my eyes roll. 

But just between us, my gender can be strictly defined as "I don't give a damn so neither should anyone else". I have turned not giving a shit into an art form, a venerable profession. 

sexual orientation: Short answer: Preference towards men.

Long answer: Much like gender, I tend to think everyone is on a spectrum with no strict categories. But as it is a preference, it doesn't mean the alternative is repulsive. Rather, I just prefer one over the other. I'd prefer not to have sex with women, but I'd consider making out with a few. Tilda Swinton, Natalie Dormer, and Michelle Gomez would be taken into severe consideration, but that has more to do with the way they hold themselves than their appearances. And I like to be found attractive by all genders, and I'll flirt with anyone. But when it comes to sex I'm pretty fond of penises, to be perfectly honest. And breasts do nothing for me. And I have a adoration thing for facial hair and the male physique. Actually I like the male body more than most anyone that I know. Sorry ladies. Although I wouldn't be adverse to a threesome one day, just to try it out. I think that would work as a nice experimental compromise. 

As with gender, I think labels cause more confusion than clarity.Just go about your lives and fuck who you want when/if you want (consensually of course). Don't over-analyze things. Instead, if you find someone attractive just consider how amazing it is to be alive and in a physical form that can feel something as consuming and lovely as attraction/lust, and leave it at that.

relatives: Each generation has a gender trend. My grandparents have a collective 8 sisters/0 brothers, my mom and dad have a collective 7 brothers/0 sisters (so I have no blood-related aunts) and there are 9 of us female cousins vs just 2 boys. So I'm pretty sure I'm fated to have a boy (if by some miracle I get over my overwhelming fear of pregnancy and develop the urge to procreate). As for immediate family, I only have one sister, two years older, with whom I'm very close. And in my family you either die from acute stupidity before 50 or live outrageously long. There's no middle ground.

height: 5’8”. Very short for my family; they enjoy making fun of me for it. My mom is the next shortest, at a "petite" 6'1". To put the rest in perspective, my uncles all hit their heads on average-sized door-frames. Pretty sure this is what has contributed to my proclivity for wearing heels.

That and when the right heels are pared with the right attitude, it's a surefire way of letting people know you take no bullshit.  

favorite color: All of them, but red is my favorite. 

one place that makes me happy: Capitola Beach, in the night after a hot summer's day. When it's dark and everyone has gone home, but the sand is still warm from the day's sun, making a nice sensory contrast against the inevitable chill from the evening fog. 

how many blankets I sleep under: At my place? One thick comforter and a sheet. At home? A metric fuckton of velvet blankets, all topped with a silk comforter and as many pillows as possible. At Henrick's place? One flimsy quilt and the man himself. That counts right? Because Northern Europeans have a sadistic thing for NOT HAVING SUFFICIENT BLANKETS. Bastards. You know who you are.

Not that I'm complaining. One of the benefits of him being substantially taller and bigger than me is he works pretty well as a blanket. And he's much more attractive than your average square of cotton, which has a wealth of fun and exciting advantages.

favorite movie: So many. Too many. Don't put me through this. When wondering if I'll like a movie, just ask yourself two simple questions. One, is it a western? Two, is it a romantic comedy? If the answer to both is no then congratulations, there's a 99% chance I'll like the film. 

what I’m wearing right now: A black t-shirt. Not much else.

To be fair, it's a rather long t-shirt. last book I read:  I, Lucifer, by Glen Duncan. Technically I'm still in the middle so I'm not sure that counts. The last finished book I read/finished was my new Italian copy of Good Omens, but I've read the story in English so many times that I'm not sure changing the language qualifies it as a new book. 

dream job: Space Medic. Aka a doctor employed by a space agency for interstellar research/expeditions. This is a real thing, I shit you not, and that's a legitimate possibility given my current academic path.

Yeah yeah, my dream job boils down to being a "Doctor" who "travels through space". Believe me when I say all the obvious jokes and references have already been made. 

Tagging wellflavouredlaser, natalunasans, coolspacedad, bluepixiedreamgirl, and druidgirl1245

And anyone else who wants to do it. If you want to do it, far be it for me to impede your dreams. Know that there's at least one person who will read your answers and care; I'm a sucker for these. Down you go kids!

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Oh my days, Twelve and Gomez!Master roleplaywith wellflavouredlaser. My Twelve asexual, probably aromantic end of demi-romantic, not really comfortable with too much physical contact and her Gomez!Master absolutely desperate for his touch, and yet despite that respecting his preferences, and trying not to make him too uncomfortable, and it is a beautiful thing...

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wellflavouredlaser replied to your post “wellflavouredlaser replied to your post “Never thought Doctor Who...”

I think my WHOLE brain has stopped working and my hearts actually feel numb

You know, I feel like an idiot feeling like that, about a show or an actor (see John Simm leaving tweeter because he got cyberbullied and abused). I am 32 years old and I live a very challenging life, I dont have many things I really enjoy, but lately it kinda sucks and I can't enjoy anything :/ But I feel like an idiot regardless, I mean I have to deal with tougher shit and I am dealing with it, but when it comes to a show, I can't? Dafuq is this shit?:P

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wellflavouredlaser replied to your post “Never thought Doctor Who would make me feel lousy for two weeks in a...”

*switches dw off**goes downstairs in shock**pours another massive glass of wine**goes back upstairs in shock**cries**will spend evening drinking to forget*do feel free to join me

Same for me only I went upstairs unable to touch my tea. I am about to watch The Mind Of Evil now and no one is going to stop me. I feel as if someone torched the emotion controlling part of my brain and now it doesnt work