Death's Conductor

"I am the ChairWoman
And no matter what you'll never take that title from me."
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I wish my RP partner(s) was as psyched about our ship(s) as I am. I feel like I really bore or weird out my RP partner when I talk about how involved I am. It’s like I’m the only one that’s really excited about it and it bums me out.

//I’m a very excitable person. And sometimes when people don’t share my enthusiasm I take it to heart and more often than not ,I come to the same conclusion and feels.   It’s easy to say that people can be excited and show it differently but it’s always feels off when someone doesn’t share in the level of your own excitement.  And I tell you, it’s a horrible- RATCHED feeling no matter what perceptive someone tries to put it in. That feeling sucks. It not only messes with your headspace, but it also messes with your muse.  

To be frank, it’s such a shitty feeling. 


My partner recently stopped RPing my character’s love interest. I know muses come and go, but what hurts is it feel like the relationship we built between our characters meant nothing to my partner.

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                                       [ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ]

Is it just me or can anyone else see those two skeletions saying “BONJOUR BITCH!”
…. I should get more sleep…

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Want to go to Planned Parenthood in D.C.? You’ll have to run the anti-choice gauntlet first.

This is what it looks like when clinics don’t have buffer zones.

They’re sidewalk harassers, sidewalk bullies, whatever else, but they are no where near counselors. Counselors are non-judgmental, non-biased, empathetic listeners, that is NOT what those people are. - Paige

If the clinic employees begin exercising their 2nd Amendment right to bear arms and carried AR-15’s or AK-47’s along with them, on public streets, that would present an interesting conundrum to the gun loving right wing, would it not? I bet it would stop all the harassment cold too.

There are some abortion providers that do carry guns at all times, wear bulletproof vests to work, hire bodyguards, wear masks into the clinic so protesters can’t identify them, go in the back door, change up their driving routes every day, check under their cars daily for bombs, etc. That’s how serious this is, and that’s why it’s dangerous to take the protesters at face value, even if they seem peaceful. You don’t know who they’re hiding in the crowd.

And doctors who work at abortion clinics have been murdered by pro-life activists, in what has to be one of the biggest ironies in existence. Clinics have also been bombed.

Doctors like Dr. Tiller that saved my sister’s life.
Dr. Tiller was shot and killed in his own church, in front of his own family and community.

These people are disgusting.

If they care so much about life, they can spend their energy helping impoverished children.


don’t let stupid people have free time


Sixpenceee, I recently went to the Natchez city cemetery in Mississippi and saw the grave of a little 10-year-old girl who died of yellow fever in 1861. Her mom was so distraught over the death of her daughter that she had a special glass coffin made so she could see her daughter. She had stairs made to lead 6 feet underground, and sat with her daughter during thunderstorms because the little girl was terrified of them while alive.

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My roommate and I have had far too much coffee and I think our neighbors hate us



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Tolkien died in 1973. Reverse it and you get 3791.
Three rings for the elven kings under the sky, seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, nine for mortal men doomed to die, and one for the dark lord on his dark throne.


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Writing in my brain: Beautiful flowing sentences full of powerful phrases and enigmatically witty dialogue. 

Writing on the page: They did the thing and said some stuff. There was snark. 


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I’m starting to think Adventure Time is reality…




Apparently this happens in real life:


Like, seriously…


Where is this even happening?


Are all wolves doing this?


0__0 Wait… no.


Are you eating a goddamn cantaloupe? Are you? Does this go beyond watermelons? Is this real? I’m questioning my own existence.

Thanks a lot, real melon-eating wolves, for making me question the reality I live in. You don’t even look sorry. >__>


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English Lyrics to Uso and English Dub

English Translation: xsweetbitterbeauty & U. Papayera
Vocals & Altered Lyrics: Shadowlink

Do you somehow remember 
How we gazed up at the atmosphere

And How we watched the sunset go and fade away?

As I walk to the future, I’ll still keep the promise that I made 

From all those endless summer days.

The shadows that hide behind my smile

Extend within every sole expression

Pretending that I am someone else

And giving a false impression

I sit alone waiting for 

Someone to tell me that you’re okay and where you are

The nights that don’t seem to last,
and coming dawns that went by so fast.

Their meanings of everything were not far.

Did you fail to remember 
How we gazed up at the atmosphere

And how we never saw the sunset look the same?

The promise has been broken, and has vanished in the passing breeze
We can’t go back the way we came.

My memories, they’re swept around this room

And still I feel like they’ve been cut in two
I’m Scattered, My soul is trembling
As sleep’s coming into my view.

Please comfort me with your lies

Messy pictures drawn with our eyes, I hate and love them all

Nowadays we can’t see so straight

Emotions torn and blasted away 

And thats why I have to bid you Good-bye!

So we waved to another, saying we will meet once more someday

Our tears, indicating that our meeting was not sure

Still I heard your voice waver, when you said that we would meet again

I wont forget-!

Someday you will remember 
How we gazed up at the atmosphere

And How we watched the sunset go and fade away?

Recover and embrace all the promises that we can’t fulfill

Instead, let’s walk on our own way.

Don’t look at me


Don’t Touch me

I have literally just started crying about my muses missing her loves while listening to music.  The amount of feels right now…. THE AMOUNT OF FUCKING FEELS….