This marks the fourth consecutive year that we’ve wished each other happy birthday on Tumblr. There are three conclusions to be drawn from this. The first is that we handled that whole staying-in-touch-with-an-ocean-between-us thing pretty well. The second is that the machines are totally taking over our lives. The third is that it’s been four years and we’re still chained to this ridiculous website so maybe we should revisit this whole ‘attempting-to-look-like-we’ve-got-control-of-our-lives’ thing.
Hi, best friend. Happy birthday. I know it’s still morning but I hope it’s been completely wonderful so far and that it only gets better.
The truth of the matter is that I’m never quite sure what to put in these, but I do believe that birthdays are a pretty good time to show people that you appreciate them, and appreciate you I do. So here, I suppose, is where I thank you — for the Skype marathons and for tolerating my emotions and my nonsense and my tangents, for iMessaging me pictures of attractive guys and for listening to my breakdowns, for seeing through my bravado and for silently lending me your courage so I could pretend that you didn’t.
There are so many things you do for me every day that I cannot put into words, but thank you for never letting me fool myself into thinking that I’m alone. Thank you for bringing me back to earth when I get caught up in myself or school or ranting about stupid things.
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when we became friends, but when it happened, my life changed for the better. As Shawn says about Gus in one of my favorite episodes of Psych, if anyone can say that they have been as good a friend to someone as you have been to me, then they should know that they have done something with their life.
There are a million and one different things that could happen in the future and I can’t say for sure whether they will or won’t. What I do know is that no matter our wreckage, our friendship be just fine.
The happiest of birthdays to you, my best friend/found sister/person I would bring with me if I ever took a journey in the TARDIS. You’re the best.
Lots of love and eggless cake,
PS: I’m queueing this up impossibly early to ensure that it appears regardless of my own internet connection on the 23rd. I hope that it works, but forgive me if it doesn’t.
we interrupt this hiatus to remind you all that I am literally the human manifestation of that “he is so pretty and I am so sad” post
I have wifi for like twenty minutes before I leave for Ethiopia but I had to come here and screech about How To Train Your Dragon because it was so great you guys and also apparently Hiccup has joined Augustus Waters in the Venn diagram of one-legged teenage boys who are not virgins because there is no way that Astrid is not hitting that.
It’s that time of year again! I’m leaving home this evening to do some traveling and I highly doubt that wifi will be accessible except for the few occasions when I am in an airport.
I lack both the foresight and the motivation to set up a queue, so my blog will likely be dormant for the next month and a half. I hope you all have wonderful summers! I’ll see you lot sometime in August.
Get to know me meme — [2/5] favorite female characters: Abbie Mills
“Okay, I’ll play along here. I am a black female lieutenant for the Westchester County Police Department. Do you see this gun? I’m authorized to use it. On you.”
it’s not a day until i’ve wailed loudly about tommy merlyn
So there’s this awesome video of a 7 year old girl doing Karate AMAZINGLY, you have to watch, and literally I was so horrified at some of the TOP COMMENTS I had to pull some of them out.
World…what the FUCK?!
I TOOK A PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FACE SO YOU COULD SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME WITH THIS ASK
i call this artwork “A G O N Y @ 6 A. M. HOW D A R E YOU” (it’s a modern concept piece)
i’m not saying that oliver as anya and felicity as dmitri is the perfect AU fancasting but it’s the perfect fancasting ever, let’s be real, if there was ever a more fitting role for oliver queen it’s the tragic heroine of a grand musical adventure featuring long lost princes and french grand duchess moira and diggle the former nobleman-turned-goofy-father-figure-criminal and his bff felicity the charming rogue con artist with the dark past
let’s skip the beginning where oliver chooses the unknown road to paris over the predictable life of a small town factory worker (sure, he could get find a nice girl, get married, have a decent life, the nuns are always saying what a pretty face and good work ethic he has, but would he be happy? he thinks, looking longingly out at the snow) and go straight to what is obviously the most important scene in this story: felicity sitting across from him on the train, grudgingly apologizing, saying “your highness” through gritted teeth while oliver smirks and props his feet up on her seat because that is really no way to talk to a prince, miss smoak
(DANCING!!!!!! DANCING ON THE BOAT!!!! and felicity nobly stepping back right before the kiss because he doesn’t know, he deserves better and he doesn’t know, that moment at madame lyla’s when oliver spills the truth out of nowhere and felicity lifts her head up from the mantle and realizes, outside the theatre when oliver puts his arm around her shoulders and squeezes because she’s shivering in her gown, the look on his face when she walks out of moira’s box and she knows it’s all over now, she’s become just one more person in the long line of those who’ve betrayed him, abandoned him, left him alone, goddamn it)
WITH SINGING!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m dead