I don’t know anything about Chris Pine, other than he’s in Star Trek.
And yet this photoset gives me feelings of a religious quality. *shrugs*
(Source: paulywesley)
Are these men’s shirts?
Because I can imagine a LOT of guys I’d want to see in these..
WANT
These make instantly any man sexier; and if any of my Top Three wore something like it, I WOULD HIT IT LIKE THE FIST OF AN ANGRY GOD.
(Source: sarahvonkrolock)
How do they rise up, rise up, rise up?
How do they rise up, rise up high?
How easy it is for us to forget… but the lilac will always return to remind us.
You laid down 30 minutes ago? Too bad; get the notebook from your nightstand cos I’ve got ideas. Oh, and 6 hours of sleep is obviously way too much; we’re gonna pop you awake right at 4AM to continue doing our bidding.
You want the novel? You’re gonna earn it, girl.
LET ME JUST TIE UP SOME LOOSE ENDS WHILE YOU’RE UNABLE TO JOT ANYTHING DOWN, SHALL I?
This goes as Scumbag Writer Brain because if it’d written it RIGHT THE FIRST TIME I wouldn’t be wasting a day sorting out and fitting it into the plot! *grrrrr*
DAMMIT. I can’t decide if I really want to keep this scene as is or if I want to pare it down in line with previous scenes. And I’ve got to decide, because depending on which way I go, the next scene is written differently. ARGH. WHY CAN’T SMUT BE SIMPLE?
It’s going to be close; I think I can swing it — but it’s very nearly too heavy and smutty a scene to put in my smutty damn novel. *facepalm*
Oh, Scumbag Writer Brain, you so crazy.
Just a comparison for myself: above is the bracelet sitting low on my wrist as of 5 minutes ago. Below is the bracelet I was just able to wear, April of 2012, according to tumblr:
It’s one thing to *know* I’ve lost weight this year… it’s another thing to *feel* and *see* it.
Scumbag Writer Brain doesn’t let me sleep until midnight, pops me awake at 6:30 AM with plot bunnies mating frenetically in my frontal lobes.
You bastard. I lovehate you.
Dear writer brain: I also work an 8 to 5 RealJerb(TM), and I require you to do things during the day other than writing. It would also be helpful if you decided to try to do the writing thing EARLIER in the day so that I could collapse into unconsciousness at a reasonable hour.
P.S. Love to love and hate you. Signed, Voxxy.
