Andrea. Wife. Mother. Writer. Hook & Colin spammer. Enthusiastic Shushette.
I love Captain Swan, Outlaw Queen, and all things Ariel/Eric. I also ship Rumbelle and FrankenWolf.
I also like Harry Potter, Arrow, Sleepy Hollow, The Big Bang Theory, Star Trek, and Falling Skies, among other things, so expect a bit of that mixed in from time to time.
NOT A SPOILER FREE BLOG!!!
I try to tag for spoilers, but I cannot promise some won't slip through.
Gifs used are not mine. They are never mine.
"Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.” - Cory Matthews
I was just watching ABC News and they were talking about “Binge” watching TV Shows on Netflix and they explained
"Binge watching is defined as watching at least 3 episodes in one day."
Awww, how cute
I’ve finished entire seasons in a day…
*tumblr collectively laughs*
Hahaha! Really? Wow!
Someone to ship it besides me!
I mean, obviously it won’t work in canon fics, but for AUs…
The Jones brothers like strong women, I guess. At least the way I write them.
He does look flushed. And sweaty. And very, very masculine with that healthy growth of facial scruff, and—and—
Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
I’m no queen. I’m no leader. I’m just a girl who lost her parents, ran away into the woods and became a bandit.