~Idle Musings~


Stories, pictures, and things that make my day just a little bit brighter every day.

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Be needing to ask me a question you are?

Giiiiiiving me something!?

Tagged: alan waketoo scared to play this alone dsjklf

Source: impalallama

istherenothingyouwouldnotdo:

Let me explain you a thing.
When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.
I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.
The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:
“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:
“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.
“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.

istherenothingyouwouldnotdo:

Let me explain you a thing.

When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.

I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.

The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:

“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:

“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.

“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.

Source: istherenothingyouwouldnotdo

“Gonna take a quick 30 minute siesta at 9:30!” I said. “Nope!” My body said, and proceeds to wake up at 12:30.

Ok. Im tired, these farmer days are stupid.

Tagged: cams rambles

WIP of my warrior on GW
I love drawing armor C’: I can’t wait to flesh out the armor.

WIP of my warrior on GW

I love drawing armor C’: I can’t wait to flesh out the armor.

Steps for Cams in wanting to bake:

  • Want to get off the computer first
  • Flip through recipe collection
  • Nanaimo bars
  • Mmmmm looks good
  • Is this what I want?
  • Go to recipe website for ideas
  • “Recipe of the day: Nanaimo Bars.”

I’m making Nanaimo bars tomorooooooow mmmmmmmmmm

Results to come!

Tagged: cams cooksnanaimo bars are delicious

watching kitchen nightmares on youtube and having a good laugh only bECAUSE EVERYONE WHO’S ANYONE WHO’S WORKED IN THE RESTAURANT INDUSTRY KNOWS THAT THE BEST ROOM TO RELIEVE STRESS IS IN THE WALK-IN FRIDGE/FREEZER. JUST GO IN THERE AND HAVE YOUR MOMENT AND EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT JUST HAPPENED BUT IT’S SOUNDPROOF SO THEY DON’T /KNOW/.

Tagged: restaurant industryprobably the worstexcept for freezer stress relieving times

someone help

im miserably sick and i can’t do anything about it

help -rolls around- iiii doooon’t liiiiike thiiiiiiis

Tagged: cams confessionim whining and crying and miserablei regret nothing

tmirai:

roxievizcarra:

Sometimes women warriors have lives outside of slaying beasts and decimating armies! Not often, though. 
This is one of two pieces I have in the WOMEN WARRIORS ZINE that I have been putting together along with my two mighty collaborators Abby Boeh and Julia Scott! This FANTASTIC BEAST OF A ZINE will be debuting at MoCCA and include the artwork of over 25 truly excellent illustrators, so please check it out come April 6th & 7th in NYC!
Making a big zine like this has been a truly amazing experience. I’m blown away by the amount of interest in the project, but above all, I’m truly humbled by the variety and sheer talent of everyone who’s contributed. 

I’ve always loved this concept, switching the “traditional” gender roles of a warrior and their lover. This is beautiful.

tmirai:

roxievizcarra:

Sometimes women warriors have lives outside of slaying beasts and decimating armies! Not often, though. 

This is one of two pieces I have in the WOMEN WARRIORS ZINE that I have been putting together along with my two mighty collaborators Abby Boeh and Julia Scott! This FANTASTIC BEAST OF A ZINE will be debuting at MoCCA and include the artwork of over 25 truly excellent illustrators, so please check it out come April 6th & 7th in NYC!

Making a big zine like this has been a truly amazing experience. I’m blown away by the amount of interest in the project, but above all, I’m truly humbled by the variety and sheer talent of everyone who’s contributed. 

I’ve always loved this concept, switching the “traditional” gender roles of a warrior and their lover. This is beautiful.

Source: roxievizcarra

Allergy season: a poem.

Why is my nose congested?

Why does everything itch?

Why does the sneezing never stop and my eyes always twitch?

Where is the sense in appreciating spring

When everything I smell is only a fickle thing

The abundance of roses, the fragrance of thyme

Dahlias, lilacs, magnolias and peonies of mine

Are all things that I wish to enjoy

But spring, alas, spring! Has but all killed that joy.

When the sun peaks over the cerulean sky

With big eyes, I look around, and I can hear my red blood cells cry:

“INSIDE, INSIDE!

YOU MUST RUN IN AND HIDE!

WE’LL PROTECT YOU AND GUARD YOU

OH FUCK, THAT’S  POLLEN, KILL IT, KILL IT, DIE, DIE DIE.”

So inside I run, while my body destroys me from the inside out

And weeping here, I scream to the heavens about:

“I WANT WINTER BACK.”

But it comes out as a muffled, nasally sound because I can’t breath through my nose so everything sounds like I’m mouth-breathing like some weird person

Tagged: allergiesallergy seasonspringi want winter back

thefrogman:

Doghouse Diaries by Will, Ray, & Raf [website | twitter | facebook]

[h/t: pleatedjeans]

Who forgot the part where I use this as a booster seat when driving?

Cams’ confession: I cannot properly see over the dash of the vehicle when driving because I’m so short. I need to either bundle up clothes and sit on it, or really try and ignore the top of the steering wheel in my peripheral.

Tagged: cams confession

Source: pleatedjeans

serovarblowtorch:

angry-twinkle:

seeing your character in other people’s styles

image

i scream

Source: angry-twinkle

thefrogman:

Do you hear something? 
[reddit]

thefrogman:

Do you hear something? 

[reddit]

Source: cute-overload

biowarelove:

Sad couple by ~ysucae

biowarelove:

Sad couple by ~ysucae

Tagged: just need this here

Source: biowarelove

hermionejg:

RIP Richard Griffiths, a tremendous actor.

Source: renaissancecrow

Do you know what i hate the most about allergy season?

It isn’t the constant itchiness of the pallet, throat, eyes, skin…NOR is it the constant sneezing of 5-7 times in a row, NOR is it the NEED to OD on reactine because one pill doesn’t work…

It’s the hunger. The constant hunger only /allergies/ give you. And when you eat, you regain your energy for a little while. Then your body goes ‘FAHK YOU, YOUR BODY’S FIGHTING SOMETHING IT DOESN’T NEED TO, SO NOW FEED IT.’

Tagged: cams ramblesyo i'm stocked up on muchies everywhere