"#HOW DOES ONE STOP A KARL URBAN?" step 1: you can't. step 2: lie carefully on the floor. step 3: try not to cry. step 4: cry a lot
this will never end, will it? once you become aware of the evil that is the existance of karl urban you’re doomed. there is no way out. it’s a hopeless situation, isn’t it?
i’ll take your advice, leni, and just cry. a lot. there is nothing more i can do.
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i cant believe im doing this only for leni poopoohead
i was tagged by this loser nerd
Rule 1: Always post the rules.
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post.
Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them.
1. when you were in elementary school, what person did you dream you would be in high school/college/later? are you that person? do you still want to be that person?
oh gosh i wanted to have lots of friends and lots of money and to be kind and pretty and cool and welldressed have a cute boyfriend and my parents to support all my goals and to be attending princeton and when i grew up i was gonna be the president of the united states
i didn't have many friends until college (i'm lucky enough to have a BUNCH of rly cool friends now, both irl and online), i am attending said college on full financial aid, i have a cute girlfriend, my dad is no longer living and my mom supports the goals i have that are rational and well thought out, i don't attend princeton but i'm reall y really really really happy with duke
im still gonna be president of the united states
i think that person is probably very happy but also very, very different from me because the major things that differ between us is that the person i wanted to be has not ever had a real rough time and i have and i think the things i've experienced are a huge part of me so i'm sort of glad i'm not that personÂ
2. what is the one song whose lyrics describe you perfectly?
gee i'm not sure i can think of one? there are lots of songs that i feel describe me but i refuse to believe there's a song that describes me perfectly like im a hella rad multifaceted person with lots of conflicting sides to me and i don't know if there's a single song that describes that maybe this is vain but ehÂ
3. you have the power to change one thing in the world. what do you choose?
this is maybe horrible but the thing i would chose would not be something like oppression or classicism or poverty it would be something horribly and deeply selfish and it would be a paper i wrote last semester the people who need to know what i mean by this know god this is such a selfish answer but in the end i'm p selfish so Â
4. you’re writing your very own tv show, congrats! what is it about? who’s the main character? optional fancast?
OH LORD OKAY SO THERE'S THIS BOOK I'VE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE FOR SIX NANOWRIMOS AND IT'S i should stop capslocking it's about this about this real cool african-american girl from louisiana who comes from not so easy place financially and is super close to her family, is a senior in high school and has gotten in early decision to a great university and is getting ready for a whole new life and she's going to support her family with an amazing job once she gets out of school and then suddenly this crazy wave of natural disasters strikes the earth and then /zombies/ and only her and her nine year old get out and they go on the run and this girl is a total nerd she doesn't know how to fight so she has to teach herself how in order to protect her sister and then one day she wakes up and her sister is missing and she makes it her mission to get her sister back and along the way she finds another group of runaways run by this really cool middle aged woman and her, shit, super hot badass daughter who is super protective of this 12 year old lil jewish boy named adam who watched his parents die and is an absolute angelÂ
not that i've thought about this a lot or anything
5. dream car?
i want a beemer so b  A  d it'd be black and have this gorgeous leather interiro and i would look so fantastic in itÂ
6. if you didn’t have to think about money, your future job or whatever, what would you ideally study?
hmm i feel like i would still be doing public policy bc i would still want to do politics but shit i also feel like i'd be majoring in theaterÂ
7. you can make one ship canon. which one do you pick and why?
honestly i wouldn't want most of my ships to canon i like them being fanon because i wouldn't want the canon to ruin them and also some ships (like sterek) i feel are not at the point in the canon that their relationship would be healthy or fulfilling or something i'd want to watch
i guess merthur but didn't 5x13 already do that for meÂ
8. what is the most important thing to you?
i just stared at this question for exactly 9 minutes and 22 seconds because i .... this is hard wo w i think probably... passion? i don't even know if i'm interpreting this question correctly lol but personally the thing i try to apply to everything i do is passion because if i don't have real drive for something i won't do it (byproduct of my adhd xoxo) i hope i answere dthis the way the question intended shitÂ
9. write a short dear favorite character or a dear future me, whichever you’re the most comfortable with.
dear future me,
hey there hope you're doing alrigh t!!! things aren't doing so awesome right now but i'm kind of holding out the hope that things are going a lot better for you so don't let me know if that's not true. not that ud be able to. bc ur in the future. also i hope youve started using real grammar again bc this is getting out of hand.
best wishes, youÂ
10. if you could go back in time and stop yourself from getting a tumblr/invested in fandom and such, would you do it?
absolutely not? i'm not comfortable with a lot of things i see on tumblr and sometimes (always) fandoms are shitty but the friends i've made, the shows i've watched because of said friends/this website, the escape those things offer me from sad times... wow absolutely notÂ
11. what is your favorite poem?
smiles softly my favorite poem is the hollow men by ts eliot it's super important to me i love it sos os os os os os so oso osso much my second favorite poem is this be the verse by philip larkin both are very importan t to meÂ
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im a renegade who doesn't follow the rules so i refuse to think of 11 new questions and 11 people to tag but if any of my cool friends r reading this and want to do the questions that leni asked then i say go for it dudeÂ
hi queer woman of color over here this is a psa telling people to kill themselves is a trash thing to do no matter who you are and what your struggles are if you try to get someone to commit suicide you are a piece of crap bye (i am super mad @ your anons right now i'm going to punch a wall)
[shit i thought you were mad at me for a sec i fucking freaked]
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"You hang out with Jim for a bit while I just run and make sure the interns aren't killing anyone, okay pumpkin?"
"Kay, daddy."
Jim rockets off the couch before Bones can walk out the door and corners him. "You're just going to leave me here."
"You'll be fine. She's drawing."
"Bones, Joanna hasn't said two words to me since she got off the shuttle. I don't know if this will go well."
"It'll be fine. And I'll be right back."Â
He gives Jim a quick peck on the lips before going out the door and Jim sighs. He wishes that Bones would just tell Jo that they were dating instead of waiting the few days. Apparently she didn't take very well to Clay when Jocelyn first introduced him to the little girl, Bones was very happy with the fact that she bit the other man.Â
He shoves his hands in his jeans and walks into the room. Joanna's been working on the one drawing since after breakfast when Bones made her damn lucky pancakes. She determined that their apartment didn't have enough pictures and needed more.Â
"Whatcha drawing?"
"Something for my daddy."Â Not for you.
"Â Do you think you can draw me something too. Later?"
"Probably not."
Jim laughs. Yeah, she's a McCoy alright and sits back on the couch.Â
"You hungry? I was thinking we could go get sandwiches for lunch at this place down the street."
"Now?"
"Well, before your dad comes back."
She looks up at him, Bones' bitchface plain as day playing over her soft features. He swallows.Â
"Fine."
She takes her time putting the crayons back and flipping the drawing over before getting up, staring at him expectantly with a raised eyebrow.Â
Jo walks as if she's being led to bedtime or worse and Jim looks around as they walk, hoping that no one thinks he's kidnapping her.Â
"Is something wrong, Jo Jo?"
She whips around just as they reach the door to the deli, glaring daggers at him. "Don't call me that. You're not my dad."
He raises his hands in surrender. "Sorry."
She narrows her eyes as he opens the door, holds it so she can pass. "Do you always hold the door for everyone or just for me and daddy? You know he can get the door himself. He's not a girl. And I'm not a baby..."
He takes a deep breath and follows her into the shop. He can just see how this will all turn out and it devastates him. Under no circumstances will Bones be with someone his daughter hates.Â
They order their sandwiches and head back to the apartment, the feeling of dread growing as they get closer.Â
Joanna gives up drawing to run around the room, making sure to 'bop' everything with the large dolphin stuffed animal Bones gave her.Â
"Bop, Jim! Bop, bop, boppy bop."
"Calm down, kid. I'm just trying to date your dad!"
She stops hitting him over the head. "You are?"
He rubs his hair down, sure to be a static mess. "Yes."
"You love him?" She drops the dolphin and climbs onto the couch so they're at eye level.Â
"Yeah, I think so."
"Laura Keppler's sister Katie said that you're a flirt and a man whore."
"Who's Laura Keppler? And aren't you a bit young to know what a-"
Jo has picked up the dolphin again and hold it like a sword aimed at Jim's chest. "Are you?"
"Um, maybe? But not with your dad, I swear."
"Do you like me too, Jim?"
"Of course, I do! When you're not being terrifying that is."
"And you won't replace me?"
His face softens as he notices the tears in her eyes. He relaxes his posture. "Never. Why would you think that?"
"If you get married and fall in love and have a baby, I could be forgotten. That's what happens sometimes."
"Never."
He hugs her, even if he thinks that might cause him some bodily harm and turns when he hears throat clearing.Â
Bones looks about as wrecked as Jim feels.Â
"Oh hey. Didn't see you there." He lets Bones step into the room before opening his arm up and pulling the other man toward them.Â
As they all hug, Jim allows himself to fully relax.Â
I'm thinking right now about a Merthur/Sterek crossover. Where for some reason modern!Merlin bumps into Derek and Stiles while they're on vacation in London. Maybe they come in to his bookstore; he has a book on druids in his display window and Stiles drags Derek in, because this might come in really handy. We can't be relying on Deaton forever, you know. And Derek rolls his eyes at him, but doesn't bother mentioning that the book is probably a load of crap. It's by some hack named Emrys, for Christ's sake. It's probably a pseudonym for some guy who watched the Sam Neil Merlin mini-series one too many times and thought himself an expert on Roman Britain.Â
Except then they get inside and there's this slight brunette talking animatedly with Stiles about magic, and Derek's nostrils flare because he smells old. Older than the nemeton's roots and Derek doesn't know what it means, but then the man's eyes turn to him and they glow gold, but not the yellow of a beta werewolf. It's deep like a crown and Derek swallows around this lump in his throat. Stiles doesn't notice. He just reaches out an arm and catches Derek's hand in his, pulling him in closer. The stranger introduces himself as Merlin, and if it weren't for the way sparks leap up Derek's arm when he shakes his hand, Derek would laugh.Â
Merlin invites them over to his place for dinner, something about how he has a few other books Stiles might like to read. He and Stiles talk animatedly the entire way to his flat. Merlin seems to be able to keep up with Stiles' own incessant chatter. They reach the flat and Merlin apologizes for the mess just as another man steps out from the kitchen. He has a orange and red apron on it that says "Kiss the Chef" except the word chef has been scribbled out so that it now says "Kiss the King." Merlin leans over to him and does just that. Things get even weirder a moment later when the man introduces himself as Arthur and Derek just barely manages to keep from growling at the man. Stiles is speaking enthusiastically about how crazy this all is and how Scott is never going to believe what just happened.Â
Hours later after a surprisingly good dinner of spaghetti and meatballs (prepared by Arthur), Stiles and Merlin are bent over a series of obscure texts on ancient magics and creatures. Arthur offers Derek a beer and they lean against the kitchen counter, drinking slowly together in silence. Arthur's biting his lip, fingers tapping against the edge of the counter.Â
"So..." he says. "Werewolf?"
Derek looks over at him and raises an eyebrow, "King?"