Always
Me too eevee
I dunno why this makes me happy but I love it. Especially since I gave away some of my stuffies this past weekend š
all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.
NO WAY
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy,
When skies are gray.
Youāll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please donāt take my sunshine awayā¦
šš» Yo, fuckin' facts šš»
I've written/still in the process of writing quite a few and only one person (my friend was an English Major in college) has read most of them and that was just to proof read them.
Your style of writing may change as you grow but don't let anyone else dictate how or what you write.
My friends: we are studying creative writing! Thatās awesome! Itāll be so easy for you, we should work together!
Me, having clearly mentioned that writing is an intimate process and therefore I consider no one should interfere in someone else writing until the entire end of the story, and adding to that Iāve been writing for 16 years and Iāll never let anyone try to dicdate how I should write: I... donāt think so.
My friends: Aww... but why?
Me: my story, my words, my writing skills. Fuck everyone else.
My friends: even the teacher?
Me: espacially the teacher.
Iām pasting this from Facebook, because Iām not strong enough to write it again.Ā
I just found out that Carmen Argenziano passed away yesterday.
He played Jacob Carter on Stargate SG1, among a thousand other things. He was 75.
Iād seen him at a dozen Stargate conventions through the years. He always struck me as an incredibly sweet, intelligent and genuinely kind person.
Two years ago, I was at a small con in Missouri, without my girls (because they were too far away to get there), and the only friend I had there was the Stargate actorsā manager. He is and has been a friend long before he started managing the actors. Heās fantastic. His wife is, too.
Anyway, he asked me if I could do him a favor. Would I be interested in being a handler for him? After freaking out for a few minutes, calming the hell down, and realizing I had literally no one else to hang out with or anyone who even cared that I existed, I said yes.
I handled Carmen Argenziano.
I played it cool. I pretended I wasnāt freaking out, sitting next to him, being less than a foot from this man Iād never been within ten feet of, being behind the table instead of in front of it. I wasnāt a handler. I wasnāt allowed that access. I was a fan, and we stayed behind the wall and holy crap WHATTHESHITAMIDOINGWHYDIDISAYYES?
I was so fucking scared. š
That lasted about ten minutes.
There are so many words I could use to describe him. Talented. Kind. Compassionate. Brilliant. Humble. Gracious. Listening to him talk, talking to him and knowing he was listening to me, is my most precious fandom memory, and it will most likely remain so.
When I told him what I do for a living, he called me a āhero,ā said I āsave peopleā when theyāre at their lowest, and he wished he could do that. When I told him he did, he didnāt believe me. He called me a ābeautiful young lady,ā and believe me, I am neither.
When they asked me if I wanted to do a photo op with the Stargate actors, for the first time ever, I said yes willingly. I donāt do photo ops. Even if I do, I either give them to my friends or I rip them in half and only keep the part that isnāt me. But that day, I did it because of him, because I knew heād be in it, and that would make me strong enough to do it. And he was in that picture. He was right next to me, with his arm around me, and it felt so much more real and genuine than any other op Iāve ever done. Itās the only photo op Iāve ever framed and hung on my wall.
I watched and listened to him talk to a lot of people that day, and he did the same with all of them that he did for me. There was one girl who walked up, and sheād been lurking around the back of the room for a while, and when she came up, she was shaking so hard. Her voice was wobbly. She was so scared. And I remembered being her, and being that scared, because, honestly, Iām always scared at cons. Fucking terrified. And she was me, and she was standing there, and he talked to her. For close to fifteen minutes. And, yes, I was supposed to shoo them away after two or three, and I knew that, but I couldnāt. Because he wouldnāt have wanted me to. And with every word he said to her, she stood a bit straighter, and she stopped shaking, and her voice got stronger. And when she walked away, the smile on her face was real and beautiful and enormous.
I looked at him, and I said, āYou know you just made her entire year, right?ā
And he said, āNo. She just made mine.ā
And now Iām crying. Get it together, bri.
Anyway, yeah. This is an enormous loss, not only for the Stargate fandom, cast, crew and community, but for this world. But for me, in a way the passing of a celebrity has never been. Because he told me I was beautiful, and he knew my name, and he talked to me.
Rest in peace, you beautiful young man. Iāll miss you.
That was adorable ā„ļøā„ļø
*hides behind the book I've been trying finish for six months and whines* stahp callin' me out
I once again feel attacked
Can you do something for me, please?
I want you to reblog this if you believe that two people can be very close and physically affectionate with one another, but still have a completely nonsexual, non-romantic relationship.Ā
Even if the two people in question are capable of being sexually or romantically attracted to one another.Ā
Because the friendship I share with someone I consider family in a way that transcends blood has been typecast as a romantic relationship ENTIRELY too many times, and Iām beginning to get sick of it.Ā
Ugh, I hate these but just in case......
Blame this guy named tony for this okš