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Give the good girl all the paper and books!

So my cat Lydia likes paper right. If I open my mail on my bed, she’s right there, walking on it, listening to it crinkle under her toes, and then laying right down. Even if I leave paper on the floor, on carpet or tile or hardwood, she’s there, curling up, standing on it, happy as can be. And like many of my fellow fanfiction addicts, I don’t read a lot of print books, but I recently borrowed a novel that sounded a m a z i n g and I wanted to get it back to my coworker on Monday. It was going pretty well Saturday afternoon until

Every time I put this book down, whether open or closed or page up or down, she was there. Happy as can be. And so freaking cute that I didn’t want to move her, which meant I was not going to finish it.

So finally, in protest and so I could actually finish this book, I gave her another one

I finished my book (White is for Witching by Helen Oyeyemi, highly recommend) but I left the decoy out.

She’s been sleeping on it every night. It’s been a week.

Yes. But go for the eyes. Always the eyes. For the eyes are the groin of the head.

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Frisk my darlings!

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Oh shit! Is this what this is?! I didn’t know this was even a thing! I’ve just, like, always been told I’m just super lazy. I’ve tried to explain to my parents but . . . I never knew it was a real thing I just thought I was a whiny brat honestly. Though . . . I don’t know for sure it’s just this sounds exactly like what I’ve been trying to figure out.

If you’re one of those people who thinks executive dysfunction only happens for things we don’t like (school, cleaning,) then please consider the fact that I’ve been meaning to plug my phone in for 20 minutes and I’m now at 2% and still putting it off to write this post ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

How this would pan out:

Them: “Yo, so I got like . . . A dime and some scratch and sniff stickers . . . I’ll give them to you if you just slap your brother across the face real quick.”

Me: “Sure thing dude, but quick question. What do the stickers smell like?”

Them: “Oranges.”

Me: “Sweet! Yo, Bub! Come here a second!”

I just . . . I had to, there is not an alternative universe where I wouldn’t reblog this.

What about sailor Uranus?

NEW ASK GAME!

What Sailor Scout do you think I had a crush on as a kid?

Ao3 Things

Voltron

Plance 

The Mind Versus The Heart :Just starting Collage, Katie (Pidge) Holt just wants to focus on her studies and get good grades. She does not want some super tall, annoying, loudmouth, busybody, over-dramatic . . . handsome, funny, kind . . . NO he is nothing but a nuisance, trying to get her out of her comfort zone of robots, baggy sweaters, text books, and computers. Right?

Mi Renia: When Lance calls Pidge a nickname in Spanish, finds out the girl doesn't know any of the langue, and uses it to his advantage. A fluffy mess because I love these two and goddamn-it I want more.

The Lanterns: There was a myth in the land of Altea. The myth of a special flower grown from a drop of quintessence that fell from the sky. This flower was told to have unparalleled healing abilities. This is simply the tale of a princess, born of that flower and the adventure she set out on.

Adore: They do adore each other, don't they? (Based off of, and uses, the Song I Do Adore.)

Klance

This Stings: It's supposed to be a simple stop, grab crystals, then leave sort of mission. In fact the planet was adorable. But of course, when it’s them, something bad has to happen. So of course, Keith gets stung by some weird monkey-scorpion thing. And of course, it just has to be Lance he latches onto when he wakes up. Fuck.

From Slave To Paladin:  Just another Galra ship. Just another collection of data mission. But when Lance finds a slave in the cell block, it turns out to be much more than just an everyday mission.

Mistaken Identity: One gorgeous planet. One Team Voltron. One fairy queen. One old-ass story about some god. Mix together well, and let simmer at panic mode. And ta-da, a big fucking dish of Mistakes. (Sort-of inspired by a fic I read a while ago. The Loverboy Trials.)

Sleepy Keith + Sleepy Lance = Gay Shit: It's been a long few days, and our children just need to sleep. Unfortunately, they have so much adrenaline in their veins that they need to do something to calm down first. Allura knows exactly what to do, and pulls up a movie for them all to watch in the Rec-Room. Lance can sleep anywhere, and so can Keith

Thank god!

bizarre neurodivergence things

Nesting

Hoarding things

Taking things apart

Wandering

Shitty memory

Needing pressure on your body to sleep

Oh, I feel old now . . .

we’re going to have to call smut ‘lemons’ again, aren’t we?