It's Not That I Hate Joy....

It's just that I am so done with Comic-Con taking over my tumblr dash. Also, I don't even really want to be there, because honestly, I don't think it would be that much fun (I'm imagining a lot of standing in line) and I am wary of even the thought of meeting famous people in real life.

Just get me a DVD with the new trailers and the Peggy Carter short and we'll call it good, m'kay?

(God, I want livejournal to return to me. RISE AGAIN, LIVEJOURNAL. I COMMAND WITH ALL THE FELL PASSION IN MY DARK HEART.)

gacked from latenightcuppa:

Give me a friendship/two characters in a hypothetical roommate situation and I’ll head canon you up with:

Who cooks:
How do they split up the laundry and other chores:
Their favorite thing to do together on a night in:
Any traditions:
What they do when the other is sick:
Any pets:
What do they fight over:
Do they go on vacations together, if so where:

Sorrow Came When I Was Young

War Stories: A Comment Ficathon

Say Say My Playmate, Won't You Lay Your Hands On Me?

I uploaded several new icons, so now it's time to talk about them!

Either pick one of my icons and I'll talk about it or ask me general questions about icons or ask me whatever.

You know how strict I am about these memes.

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Pandora, I love you, but Snow Patrol has no place on my tango radio station. None.