fuck i wish it were me
There’s a very bad man approaching your fandom.
At the time of this posting, this is his user icon.
This is tumblr user andythanfiction, A.K.A. Andy Blake. In the past he’s been known as Jordan Wood, Victoria Bitter, Voyager Babe, and Amy Player.
He is manipulative, psychologically abusive, and charismatic, and so oily that you do not realize he’s playing you until undue amounts of mental/emotional damage have already been inflicted upon you and you are so caught up in his spin cycle that you feel as if you cannot escape. You realize right in the middle of it. Until that point, you feel that he is a totally good dude, who has been very unfortunate. This is very much not true, he is not a good dude, and he is the one who causes all of the misfortune that befalls him and those around him. It is a side effect of his trickery and manipulation. Sometimes it is intentional, other times an unpleasant surprise.
If you see this man, do not engage.
Do not let this dangerous man ruin your lives and the lives of your friends.
home makes me think of you and i get really nostalgic, and i miss you
but… it also makes me think of the concert, about that energy when everyone was singing for jade because she wasn’t there, and the woman on stage was telling her story instead, and it was beautiful
get to know me meme: [5/5] female characters → jennifer jareau
"Yes, there are monsters, and it’s okay to be afraid of them. But it’s not okay to let them win, and it’s not okay to be one."
"You know, I’ve been here for a very long time. And I remember many things. I remember being at a shoreline. Watching a little gray fish heave itself up on the beach, and an older brother saying, "Don’t step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." I remember the Tower of Babel, all 37 feet of it, which I suppose was impressive at the time. And when it fell, they howled divine wrath. But come on, dried dung can only be stacked so high. I remember Cain and Abel. David and Goliath, Sodom and Gomorrah. And of course, I remember the most remarkable event - remarkable because it never came to pass. It was averted by two boys, an old drunk, and a fallen angel. The grand story. And we ripped up the ending, and the rules, and destiny, leaving nothing but freedom and choice. Which is all well and good, except… well, what if I’ve made the wrong choice? How am I supposed to know? But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you my story. Let me tell you everything."