Sometimes I write crappy Fanfiction that people occasionally tell me are good or decent or that they enjoyed. To which I say, "Stop it you're lying."

Things I ship in no particular order:

Teen Wolf: Dethan, Mahealahey, Sciles

HSM: Tryan

Shameless: Gallavich

Inception: Arhur/Eames

Merlin: Merthur

GOT: Renly/Loras

Power Rangers: Hunter/Dustin, Kai/Leo

nOTPs: Sterek, Stanny, Allisaac, Peter Hale/anybody
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Racism is not in your intent. Your intent is immaterial in how racist your actions are. This isn’t about you BEING a racist. It’s about you DOING A THING that is racist. Your intent doesn’t change it. Your ignorance of its meaning doesn’t change it. It’s got nothing to do with you as a person and everything to do with the meaning of your action in the context of sociocultural history. By

- moniquill (on red face & cultural appropriation)

I’m just going to reblog this again, since some people apparently need reminding. 

(via darkjez)


(via mirandaadria)

Jeff Davis: There is no room for Danny. No use for him. Nope. He doesn’t fit into the overall story anymore. Nope.

Jeff Davis: *creates Mason who is basically the same fucking character*

Me: -_-

OK I have WiFi for a bit. Ugh you have no idea how hard this is!!!!!

And then this news about Danny/Keahu…


aaand wifi’s gone…probably

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my first day substitute teaching one of the teachers mistook me for a middle schooler and told me to, “get back to class”

i was 22 at the time…

at 26, I was at the bus stop, and a teenager asked what school I went to. When I told her my age, she said that she thought that I was younger than her. She was sixteen.

I am 23. People always tell me I look 12-16.

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Long after they broke up, Danny finds Ethan's leather jacket in his rooom.


Danny was packing things away for college when he found it shoved under his bed. He pulled it out and sat on the edge of his bed, running his hand over the worn leather. It had been a few years since he last saw it. He remembered Ethan wearing it. He remembered pushing it off Ethan’s shoulders as they kissed and made their way over to the bed. It was the last time he saw it.

He hadn’t spoken to Ethan since their breakup, besides a couple of texts telling him that Ethan was alright and that he found a pack to take him in. Even though they didn’t talk anymore, there wasn’t a day that went by where Danny didn’t think of the werewolf that stole his heart.

There had been others after Ethan, but none of them ever made him feel the way Ethan did. Nor could he ever love them the way he loved Ethan.

Danny wiped at his eyes and set the jacket aside, his heart aching. He briefly wondered if Ethan had changed his number but remembered they hadn’t spoken in years and Ethan more than likely moved on.

A few days later, Danny walked into his dorm room with his suitcase dragging behind him and a box in his hands. His roommate was already there, turned away from the door and putting clothes away in his dresser. He turned around as Danny walked in and Danny looked in shock as he realized his roommate was Ethan.

Ethan blinked a couple of times, looking Danny up and down before smiling when he recognized the leather jacket he was sporting. “Danny. It’s been a long time.”