ewelock:

Modern!AU where fem!Bilbo is a (reluctant) lingerie model.

The full ridiculous reason for all this nonsense is below the cut along with this work-in-progress fanfic is being made by littleblackdog for this au and its glorious go read it.

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IT’S LITERALLY LIKE I’M ON THE FENCE

why isn’t there more

where’s the porn

so apparently i got admitted to psu?

acceptance letter and everything

which, i mean, is awesome

but there’s no way in the fiery depths of hell i can attend because it’s so expensive

which is a real shame because it’s basically my dream school in location

but it’s good to know i might not be a total failure in terms of getting accepted into college because i’m not really ~superb~ but hope for other colleges and this was sort of a test to see if i could get into SOME college

/sigh

so apparently in between the sex storm that is rupert graves on tonight’s doctor who

the doctor and rory made out

i am so ready for this episode

pamplemoose:

heysammy:

#PRAYER CIRCLE FOR ALASTAIR

That looks exactly like him from the side.

(Source: onemoremistake)

so my mom’s in idaho and lost her phone and i’ve officially been designated the person to watch out for calls because i’m the last person she’s called

watch me get a text while i’m at one of my appointments

HAHA HOLY SHIT I’M PASSING MY CHEMISTRY CLASS WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING I HAVEN’T LOOKED AT MY GRADES ALL YEAR I mean i have a D right now BUT I STILL HAVE TIME

JESUS

My left 4 dead 2 stats are pretty erratic

like on one campaign i’ll have a bunch of kills and be at the top for everything when it shows how you compare to the other players once you get into the safe room

and then the next time i’ll be at the bottom of everything

and it’s not like it’s just the players i’m with, because i can compare my own scores

“General Defense: eighty something”

“General Defence: thirty something”

W H Y

(Source: yourdarlinglittlesammy)

I HAD THE WEIRDEST DREAMS LAST NIGHT

The first one was something about me watching Tiger and Bunny and being all “oh hey, this is really cool”. Which isn’t really that strange, but still.

The second one involved the apocalypse and everything’s shut down and not working. I’m in this creepy house in the middle of nowhere, right? One story, newer, but it just feels wrong. And I’m—here comes the kicker—Dean Winchester. I don’t remember a lot about this dream, but I was with Sam and Cas. I think we saved the world from the house, though. Like, electronics just came back on and shit.

So. Dream number three. Same house, I think. Or at least, the same general location. Sam and I are trying to like scope the place out for a while, but I can’t remember why. 

Anyway, we scope it out for a while and there’s just…freaking demonic laughter coming from the house. Freaks me out just thinking about it. But I stormed into the house, and there were three people. Two girls (one seemed really enthusiastic and the torture that was going on, the other not so much) and some creepy fuck who was the head of all this shit. 

I race through the rooms, trying to find something, which I had no idea of at the time, and finally stumble across Castiel. Bloody, eyes barely open, half dead Castiel. He’s just wearing his white shirt, tie, and slacks, so the blood’s really apparent and I’m just like “….Fucking hell.” I pick Cas up after seeing he’s alive and make my way to the kitchen. The two girls are there, and the really death-enthusiastic girl picks up this huge knife and starts coming at me. 

Now, I’m carrying Cas, and I’m afraid if I put him down, he’ll break. So I can’t charge her or anything. But I see another knife, and pick it up. I parry her or some shit and proceed to cut her entire arm off because fuck you—you hurt Cas.

So the arm is cut off, the girl is screaming on the floor and crying, and I turn to the other girl. The less enthusiastic one. And she just backs up like “HO SHIT, NONE FOR ME.” 

And I just remember getting Cas to the car with blood everywhere and I took his suit jacket and trenchcoat with me, so I’m like…hobbling to the Impala with the bloodied up, half dead Cas and carrying his stuff. So I get in the car and I’m freaking out, telling Sam to “hurry, hurry, get the hell out of here, Sammy” in between bouts of things like “Cas, you okay? You’re fine, stay with me, okay? Just keep looking at me. Just keep looking at me, Cas.”

AND

THOSE WERE MY REALLY WEIRD DREAMS.

WHAT THE FUCK, SELF.