This blog consist of many, many fandoms and pugs.

Sometimes I write and draw. I also tend to swear a lot and get crushes on fictional men.

But hey - in the words of
Spike Spiegel,

Whatever happens, happens.
Whatever, I blog what I want



now that I’m an adult I can finally go on adult websites.



Girl: u like horror games? 

Me: ye


Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. They are all okay, and all those things could exist in the same woman. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.





Why the hell were these guys in prison.

Probably for being the only fucking sane people in the entire town.

learning the guitar to fulfill life long musical goals and to seduce men let’s see how this works considering i am a noob 

posted 2 weeks ago with 1 note

What/who do you associate with me?

I’m curious. What are the, say, top 5 things you associate with me?

Can be a tumblr user, a book, movie, character, actor etc.


If your team wins, you won’t get to party like this again until 2018. #BecauseFutbol

Check out the party here.


His headphones aren’t even plugged in


 [via treasuredleisure]

fuck one of my coworkers is hella attractive

Mr. Pink: “Hey, why am I Mr. Pink?”

Joe: "Because you’re a faggot."

Mr. Pink: "Why can’t we pick our own colors?"

Joe: "No way, no way. Tried it once, doesn’t work. You got four guys all fighting over who’s gonna be Mr. Black, but they don’t know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You’re Mr. Pink. Be thankful you’re not Mr. Yellow."

Mr. Brown: "Yeah, but Mr. Brown is a little too close to Mr. Shit."

Mr. Pink: "Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How ‘bout if I’m Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I’ll be Mr. Purple."

Joe: “You’re not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. Your Mr. PINK.”

Mr. White: "Who cares what your name is?"

Mr. Pink: "Yeah, that’s easy for your to say, you’re Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it’s no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade?"

Joe: "Hey! NOBODY’S trading with ANYBODY. This ain’t a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know. Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There’s two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what’s it gonna be, Mr. Pink?"

Mr. Pink: “Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It’s beneath me. I’m Mr. Pink. Let’s move on.”

(Reservoir Dogs, 1992)