Sooooo I'm J.r. I use this blog for a many a thing. It's whatever I guess. Dominant/27/Gender Queer/Lesbian/Kansas, USA
Nothing special, kind of an asshole, generally spikey.

 

asshole-tier:

truepac:

DO YOU GUYS HAVE THAT ONE FRIEND THAT DOESN’T THINK SHE’S ANYTHING SPECIAL BUT SHE’S BEAUTIFUL AND FUNNY AND WITTY AND EVERYTHING AMAZING THAT YOU COULD EVER WANT IN A PERSON BUT SHE DOESN’T SEE IT AND YOU JUST WANNA TAKE HER AND SHAKE HER AND SCREAM IN HER FACE ALL OF THE AMAZING THINGS ABOUT HER JUST SO SHE WILL APPRECIATE HOW ABSOLUTELY LOVELY SHE IS 

 someone could be thinking this about you right now you never know

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giraffetacoharrypotter:

Just in case anyone’s forgotten what good classic music is. Also, this is strength. This is country strong. 

"I’m a Survivor" -Reba McEntire

I’ve got shame, I’ve got scars
That I’ll never show
I’m a survivor
In more ways than you know.

Warrior - Demi Lovato

purrpickle asked
I was so confused about "THAT" word for a sec - and then I laughed. Okay: Obstetrician, kittens, and plague.

Santana’s foot tapped impatiently on the tiled floor. She and Rachel had been sitting in the waiting room for over an hour now, and Santana was seriously planning to yall at their Obstetrician the second they finally saw her. 

"San, calm down," Rachel said, not even looking up from the magazine she was reading. 

"Rach we made an appointment for two. It is now a quarter past three," Santana huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at the wall like it had yalled at her. 

"I’m sure they’ll call us back soon Baby," Rachel said, setting aside the magazine and putting a hand on Santana’s arm. "You know appointments are never on time." 

"I know, but urgh, I’m just so excited to find out the baby’s sex," Santana grumbled, leaning into her wife’s side and toying with the edge of her sweater. 

"I am too Love," Rachel giggled, kissing the woman on the forehead. 

"I also want to get out of this damn waiting room," Santana added as an unruly child threw a coloring book full of kittens across the room, nearly taking out a hospital orderly. "I swear to god if one of these rugrats gives me the plague I’m gonna lose it." 

"Santana, I am positive that none of the children in this room have the plague. I swear sometimes you’re more dramatic than I am," Rachel said rolling her eyes. The sound of a child yalling at the top of it’s lungs made them both wince and Rachel grimaced. “Okay, maybe that one does have the plague.” 

purrpickle asked
Hi!

jr-abraxas:

Sit back, you don’t have to work so hard. 

I don’t know what you heard about me. 

When the rain is blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case, I could offer you a warm embrace, to make you feel my love.

Life’s a show, and we all play our parts.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. 

Lawl that oddly all worked together kind of. 

Songs are As You Are by Garfunkel & Oates, P.I.M.P. by 50 Cent, Make You Feel My Love by Adele, Life’s A Show from the Buffy musical episode, and Once Upon A Dream the Lana Del Ray cover. 

Also, I owe you a drabble purrpickle. You should send me like three words or a song title or something so I can use that word.

imbryonykate:

Send me a ‘hi’ and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to you as a poem.

(Source: inboxshenanigans)

nathanmorrow:

shithowdy:

Fun fact: if you approach an employee and insist that they go ‘check the back’ for an item that’s not on the shelf, there is a 90% chance that they’ll go to the back room, scratch their ass and check their text messages for five minutes, and come back out with a sympathetic smile and a ‘Sorry!’ because they know without even looking that the stock isn’t there.

Or the old “can you ask a manager?”

nathanmorrow:

shithowdy:

Fun fact: if you approach an employee and insist that they go ‘check the back’ for an item that’s not on the shelf, there is a 90% chance that they’ll go to the back room, scratch their ass and check their text messages for five minutes, and come back out with a sympathetic smile and a ‘Sorry!’ because they know without even looking that the stock isn’t there.

Or the old “can you ask a manager?”

(Source: notalwaysright.com)