Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
Throw salt at your intended target and say, “Stay the fuck away from me.”
If it doesn’t work the first time, repeat and aim for the eyes.
If this continues to fail, track down one of those Himalayan salt lamps that are basically a 6lb pointy rock and start hitting them with it until they go away.
You can load your own shotgun shells with rock salt.
Erika was wondering around Arthur’s garden and came upon a little rabbit who looked like it was waiting for something.
“Oh, were you waiting for me? I’m sorry to be so late. Can you please give me the key to Mr. Arthur’s basement.”
The rabbit looked deeply into the girl’s eyes started to hope away.
Erika followed the rabbit. The pair traveled further and further into the garden until they were practically off the property and into the woods. There behind a massive tree and hidden by bushes was a huge rabbit hole. It was big eought to look that a person could go down the rabbit hole.
The rabbit looked at Erika and jumped into the hold. Erika followed.
Dean: You really messed up this time!
Castiel: I was doing what I had to do!
Dean: You were being stupid!
Castiel: How is doing everything in my power to save us all stupid again?!
Dean: I’m sorry. I just worry. I can’t lose anyone else
Castiel: No, I’m sorry. It’s just hard. I’m a soldier. I fight for what’s worth fighting for, sometimes it’s hard to see myself as anything else
Dean: I know, are you okay?
Castiel: I’m fine, are you okay?
Dean: No, no. I said are you okay?
Castiel: You didn’t answer me, are you okay?
Dean: Look I have to insist, you tell me if you’re really okay
Castiel: I’m okay. Are you alright?
not to like make a huge fucking post about shit that’s been talked to death but it really genuinely scares me how many straight girls think it’s normal to just… not like your partner. like they think it’s normal and okay for their boyfriends to openly think they’re stupid and annoying and to be totally derisive about their interests and for them not to be friends or have things in common or enjoy each other’s personalities or encourage their interests? you are supposed to be friends with the person you’re in love with. you are supposed to want to talk to them about the things that make them happy. you do not have to settle for people who treat your entire personality as a burden outside of what you do to cater to them.
real talk basically every older lesbian i’ve ever spoken to has said that this is why it took them so long to figure out they were gay. they thought it was normal to just flat-out dislike being with their husbands. they thought that sex with men was supposed to be unpleasant, even painful and disgusting. they thought they were supposed to just put up with emotionally neglectful or even mentally/physically abusive relationships for years and years and years. they thought they were supposed to feel romantically (and sexually) unfulfilled, and trapped, and lonely, and turn to other women for comfort in the face of how unhappy their marriages were.
