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Just a reminder- It’s okay if you call me Donna. Really. I don’t mind. I’d prefer if you called me Donnie, but I understand. I go by Donna in many professional and academic spaces, so if you decide to call me Donna in a space
Let’s just have a general rule around here that if you connect people’s pronouns with their bodies, not their ~minds, you shouldn’t read my fic. It doesn’t matter if the fic itself handles trans* characters or not. You’re
would anyone read kili/tauriel stuff by me? keep in mind that they’d be trans, queer, and kili would be fucking gross pretty much always.
why am I in the criminal minds tag on tumblr get me out of here why am I looking up ships the world is going dark and I am scared
pls send me support the concert is tonight and I’m freAKING OUT i hope that criminal minds anon comes back they were very lovely and I really appreciated their thoughts.
whispers to self “My job doubling my hours means I can commission people again” stares at the dark side of the room “…but do I really want to subject an artist to my self indulgent trans criminal minds headcanons??????”
deep down, all I want is a criminal minds beach episode. I don’t care how it would work, I just want it to be a thing.
I have so much more money than I anticipated, because the con had so many dudebro artists I had no interest in supporting. I’m so tempted to just put it all toward Criminal Minds commissions. I’m such garbage.
another thing to add to the list of “things you shouldn’t do with me,” you probably shouldn’t watch criminal minds with me, either. I just spent an episode screaming, “DID GARCIA GO FOR HIS NIPPLE? SHE TOTALLY JUST TOUCHED
I can’t believe I’m almost done with grad school. more importantly, I can’t believe I’m almost done with grad school and I’m WRITING CRIMINAL MINDS HIGH SCHOOL AU FIC DURING ALL MY CLASSES.
My phone keeps refusing to load fics on AO3 unless I go back and reopen them. It’s as if it’s telling me “No, you don’t need to read that 86,000 word a/b/o Criminal Minds fic. You really don’t.”
I keep thinking about the end quote from the last episode of Criminal Minds, because I actually feel like it’s appropriate for today. It’s a Joseph Campbell quote that goes “We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as
yoooooo if anyone wants me to embroider them something and they wouldn’t mind tossing a few dollars my way that’d be super appreciated.
I would be like hey hey hey my birthday’s coming up wink wonk, but it’s in December (I’m so Sagittarius I know, I know). I’m just wishing and hoping don’t mind meeeee…
harper has told me very valuable information, which is that makishima’s va is reid’s voice in the japanese dub of criminal minds.I can’t believe these are the two fandoms colliding what the fuck I can’t stop thinking about this.
gothetic: Warning: If you are in or potentially will be in a relationship with me please do not be alarmed when I constantly ask for reassurance that you’re still interested in me. Understand that the only thing that goes through my mind is “what
Tumblr is awful for me. Makes too many things cross my mind.
Any one know of any good porn blogs that post a fair ammount of videos. Gay/straight/trans, don’t really mind. Static pics are just a bit boring…
in what state of mind do you have to be in to think it’s okay to have a comeback with a song called “call me daddy” i’m fucking crying.
i don’t know what it is about noiao that gives me such bitter feelings. i mean i don’t mind them, at least i don’t think i do, but sometimes when i see art of them i just get this unsettling, bitter feeling and i’m not really sure where it comes
i hate this game(this is fucking competitive, mind u)
Got back from work literally an hour ago and just had dinner, but I really need to write. I’m going to be posting some short drabbles that are in my mind. My computer calleth…!
Got to a good point to stop on work-work, so calling it a night. Time to write some smut to clear my mind before heading off to bed.
-Went to bed tired as fuck and brain decides to wake me up at 8:30AM.-Buried under blankets like usual and contemplating if I want to climb with friends today…-Goes back to staring at more roboporn while I make up my mind.
Nope, never mind. Back to not feeling great.
Hrgh… Curse my one track mind. I wanna get back to writing Sans/Reader stuff, but my brain’s stuck on the Grillby fic. I guess I’ll keep typing away at that one and finish it so that I can get back to random happy smut. :3
Omg I’m waiting for a new vibrator in the mail. It has been on back order and it can’t come fast enough. I’m losing my mind
So I finally told you everything that was on my mind
When I’m texting you it feels like I’m talking to someone different. Like in my mind I can’t picture you writing those words to me. But then I meet up with you, and it is you. So why doesn’t my brain see that.
Talking to someone new :) Trying to move on from him, hopefully now my mind will fill itself with thoughts of this new guy.
Getting over you would be so much easier if you would stop changing me asking me to change my mind.
I had the worst anxiety attack last night. I hadn’t slept in 33 hours,I couldn’t stop sobbing uncontrollably, I kept having these invasive images flash in my mind like a fucking spotlight, it was the absolute worst💔 I ended up taking my
I can’t tell if the baby’s not sleeping well because of her rash or if it’s the dreaded four month sleep regression or if she’s not getting enough to eat. That last one is literally always on my mind😩 Either way we’ve
Cheeks red Tears shed, Mind shatters Heart scatters, Emotions high Thoughts die, Me. Here. Lost. Gone…
Saw Scott for two days up in Connecticut. Left him knowing that I probably wont be seeing him for 3 months. I wish I could go back to the moment we said goodbye and just hold on a little tighter. I don’t think my mind was registering what was going
Why the fuck do all my sisters friends insist on calling me by my birth name, can they just not wrap their minds around the idea that it’s not my name??? Same thing with the councilor I’m forced to go to, J_____ is NOT my damn name. It’s Scarlet.
Fuck, I was doing so good today at keeping myself distracted but of course my mind wandered even while I was reading and now my anxiety is acting up a lot
Do you ever just have one of those days where you can’t stop thinking in the back of your mind how much you hate yourself and want yourself to die and junk
Ugh I wish there was someone to talk to about this but everyone that comes to mind feels… wrong for some reasonI’m too ashamed of this thing to be able to actually tell any of them it, I dunno what to do I mean I guess I can bottle it but like
Ugh god my oinion got alienated too many times as a child and now every time I try to have one my mind just screams FUCKING DON’T at me and I just… can’t- I can’t have opinions anymore and I’m anxious that I’m never gonna get it back
Me: thinks about some stuff that might vaguely allude to my abuser Me: 👀 My mind: hyper focuses on that one little thing till all I can think about is them
Me: idk do I really feel so threatened???? Do I really feel this shitty??? Am I making this up?? Is this a fabrication of my mind????? Me: it is a mystery :)
Welcome to Miss Vee's Mind
Weekend Had the most blissful 3 days walking through dry and wet forest, farmland, rivers and over mountaintops. This walk was definitely an opportunity to clear my mind of negative thoughts and realise how vast and intricate this world is. These
“A mandala represents wholeness, a cosmic diagram reminding us of our relationship to infinity, extending beyond and within our bodies and minds.”
Tonight I’m pretty sure my plans are to go to the gym. Tomorrow I am working my side job in the morning and then going to see BRAND NEW in Queens. I’m flying solo to this event but I don’t mind at all. I finally get to see one of my
hello, 7pm - 3:30am shift. a month was not long enough since the last time i saw you. never mind the fact that i have class at 9 am tomorrow. but i got my homework done!
me after going out:Waste of money. Waste of Mind.
What the hell? I thought I was happy again, but I guess my mind let me believe what I wanted. Sad again. Back to human isolation.
I hope you guys don't mind if I whine/complain a little.
You, quite frankly, don’t need me. It’s a thought that’s always lingering in my mind, but I ignore it. I want to laugh. It’s silly, but makes sense. If I were to just disappear, dissolve, you wouldn’t notice. Don’t
-- Let Me Lose My Mind --
