*whispers* am i the only person who doesn’t ship eleven and clara
Oooh, the Tumblr app has a nifty the post widget now
oh but before I go how is 90% of my dash homestuck idek what that really is.
This happened today.
This person probably isn’t an asshole. But this tweet informs the person who is the asshole.
In response to that tweet, this happened.
This really got up my nose, because threatening to make someones life hell is not something to joke about. It’s just not on.
It’s about as cool as grease burns.
She then went on to say stuff like “Nehh it wasn’t a joke of course I wouldn’t do that” and couldn’t give me an answer as to why she thought it was OK to even say that she would.
Like, OK that’s nice, you’re not going to track this girl down and attack her for lying on the Internet (Maybe) but it’s behavior like this that validates what /b/ does when they decide they want to ruin someones life and order trillions of pizzas to their house or make thousands of prank phone calls to/for/about them or flood their lives with things they didn’t ask for, and don’t deserve.
In a tweet later, she did that thing that girls do when they apologise and do it in such a way that it’s not an apology at all, but an excuse for poor behavior. She also recommended that I take a chill pill. Which is funny, because I didn’t caps or ! once. I was cold, because offhand comments like that scare me, and chill me right to the bone.
I’m going to go and play Fable now, because internet, you are butts to me tonight.
“I got a fan letter from a young lady. It was a suicide note.
So I called her, and I said, “Hey, this is Jimmy Doohan. Scotty, from Star Trek.” I said, “I’m doing a convention in Indianapolis. I wanna see you there.”
I saw her — boy, I’m telling you, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was definitely suicide. Somebody had to help her, somehow. And obviously she wasn’t going to the right people.
I said to her, “I’m doing a convention two weeks from now in St. Louis.” And two weeks from then, in somewhere else, you know? She also came to New York - she was able to afford to got to these places. That went on for two or three years, maybe eighteen times. And all I did was talk positive things to her.
And then all of the sudden — nothing. I didn’t hear anything. I had no idea what had happened to her because I never really saved her address.
Eight years later, I get a letter saying, “I do want to thank you so much for what you did for me, because I just got my Master’s degree in electronic engineering.”
That’s…to me, the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
I know I said I wasn’t going to reblog stuff anymore but this shot something out from my computer screen and I got it in both of my eyes.
My heartfelt plea. As River would say, “Spoilers, darling!”
You’re basically all caught up now. That’s my life up until today.
The power at home has been off since about 10:30am because my old housemate is forgetful and vindictive. I make some calls and it comes back on at about 1:30 shortly after, boyfriend texts me this
“And i said, let there be light, and there was. And it was good.”
If I wasn’t in love with him before, I would be now.
A lot has happened in the past few months.
Which is why all my posts have been nothing but that GamerDNA junk.
I don’t know how to turn that off. It’s off on the website but WHATEVER
THAT’S NOT WHY I’M HERE.
I’m here to say hi.
And I’ll be back.
In a terminator-ey kind of way.