Liker of coffee and words. Occasionally cranky. tumblr elderly. I apologize in advance for my tags.
I don’t know what to do with this question. I have written fics with sexual content, but I don’t have a headcanon for this sort of thing. Ideas come to me when I am writing a particular story. But my brain goes blank when looking at this question.
Sorry. That’s probably not the answer you were hoping for.
ETA: Fefy has the answer for Darcy/Lizzie. Neckwear.
Apparently drunk tumbling makes people unfollow you? Oh, well. Sorry. But if it was the last straw? Vaya con Dios. It is always unfollowing amnesty around here. I wish you well.
Also if I ever do or say anything that makes you unhappy, or you wish I’d tagged something? Let me know. I will do my best to fix it, apologize, or be more mindful in future. Unless you simply find me annoying—in which case, please do what’s best for you. <3
Going to bleach my hair. Please advise.
Learn from my terrible mistakes.
OK, first why? (Not why do you want to. But what is your end goal?) Are you going to color it after with something like Manic Panic? And what color is your natural color?
To strip your hair color you need gloves, an applicator brush, and hair bleach (powdered or cream/liquid) and a developer. Developer comes in 20, 30, and 40. If you have dark brown or black hair you need 40. For med brown 30 and for light brown or dark blonde—20. I honestly don’t know what you do with naturally red hair. Ask someone.
I’m pretty sober now. Keeping in mind that one person’s bad TV is someone else’s beloved favorite? And I am sure I have loved things that other people think is wretched.
I go through years of not watching really any TV, then swallowing whole seasons at a time. A couple of years ago I watched all 10 seasons of CSI. I have a weakness for crime procedurals. I watched the spinoffs and wow they are terrible. CSI Miami is so bad I had to stop watching.
I’m having trouble remembering other shows that were awful that I could stand to watch. My mother used to watch actual soap operas in the 80s and I remember those. They were likable but bad.
I guess I did watch Party of 5 and that show sucked.
I saw the thing with the fudge core and it hurt my soul. Wait. Do you get to choose? That could be deadly. I went to the B&J factory once. IF they have a mistake and ice cream goes everywhere—the vacuum it up with stainless teel vacuums and send it netxdoor to the pig farm. Happiest people one earth, those pigs.
They let you have a smaple of ice cream when they’re making it. So it’s liek sft serve. That day they were making heath bar curnch. Which I don’t really like. But it was so good fresh. SO GOOD. I bought ice cream on the way home. Oh! YAY!
kyrie-anne said: Write me a drabble…you & William Darcy have dinner.
"No, I will pick up the check." I grabbed the faux leather folder and hid in a corner until the waitress came and took it from me. There was a problem. I’d left my wallet in my purse.
"Tactical error," Darcy said. "I’ll buy you a scotch."
"Ok," I said, flumping down on the poncy banquette, that was probably also faux leather. Why is everything faux leather? It’s icky. "I don’t like scotch. Make it bourbon."
Darcy closed one eye and looked at me. Then he tipped over a bit. The maître d asked if he could call us a cab. So that happened. And look I fucking used an accent circumflex drunk SO THERE.
I used to like shoes a lot more. Shoes are great. OMG. David is making me watch this kid after his wisdom teeth and he is totally nuts and crying and asking his mom not to hit unicorns on the drive home. And he’s obsessed with the nurse from the place. OMF. G.
Anyway. I had a aipr of FLuevogs I loved. LOVED. They were green suede oxfords—heels with a slight platform. It was the 90s. Though platforms under the toes came back a couple of years ago. Wedges cam eback too. I don’t like those as much. They look clunky.
I can’t wear super jigh heels anymore. My feet just say no. The rest of me says owwwww. No. Just no.
Goodnight and thank you for asking.