(what's this? a ppg fic from quilly????? WHAT IS THIS WITCHERY)

(having a request night on tumblr, thought this might make a nice little home here)

It’s raining outside.
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...to the girls who inspired me from the time I was a wee thing.

(and to all of you gorgeous babes <3)

I really should use this thing more ( Read more... )

sometimes, when the world is full of terribleness, what is called for is a glitter jar.

or, barring that, a plate with glitter on it and a wooden spoon.

and then, once silly patterns and such have been drawn into the glitter, throwing the glitter into the air and feeling life's problems diminish in a sparkle of beauty

and then feeling aaaall ( Read more... )

so i’m trying to get some ideas for job-type things and I am realizing that my mobility is pretty severely limited by two facts: 1. I can’t actually drive, and 2. we have three cars between five people who all either have or need jobs and need the cars.

so i’m trying to think of ways to work from home and earn money. i’ve got a freelancer.com ( Read more... )

in the crushing grip of finals week, thought i'd waste some more time and do a personal life update instead of exams
( hobey-ho let's go )

figuring out some stuff ( Read more... )

( Omg Quilly hush up you don't even go here anymore )

ruminatory thoughts about a cyberpunk evil-avatar ATLA au thingy i’ve had in mind for a few years now:
( it was the wicked and wild wind/blew down the doors to let me in/shattered windows with the sound of drums )

When Dog disappeared for a few hours, the kids more or less gave him up for dead. Poor little dude. Mitch had a lighter-light memorial service. That little vehicle-challenged pooch had so much to live for. He shed a tear in completely manly broraderie.

Dog showed up at dinnertime behind the wheel of the ugliest, gaudiest, coolest van Mitch had ever ( Read more... )