Out of luck, out of hope, and out of cigarettes.

Ashley. 21. Mom.
On this blog, you will find a lot about: The Vampire Diaries, Degrassi, Skins, Misfits, Harry Potter, Supernatural, NCIS, and Disney.
I like books and words and colors and writing. I like boys and girls and glitter and bows. I like food and dancing and music and summer nights. I like drawing and cooking and shopping and boots. I like useless facts and the discovery channel and polka dots and Marlboro Smooths.
My Ships:
TVD:
Damon/Elena, Caroline/Tyler, Jeremy/Anna.
Degrassi:
Eli/Clare, Bianca/Drew.
NCIS:
Tony/Ziva, McGee/Abby, Damon/Ziva.
Misfits:
Simon/Alisha, Kelly/Nathan, Kelly/Seth.
Supernatural:
Dean/Jo, Dean/Lisa, Bobby/Jody.
Skins:
GEN 1: Sid/Cass, Jal/Chris.
GEN 2: Emily/Naomi, Freddie/Effy, Cook/Panda.
GEN 3: Grace/Rich, Franky/Mini, Liv/Matty.

BIBLIOPHILE. BIG MOUTH.








needlesslydefiantwithtea: dontgofrodo: Saw this picture on imgur and just had to post it here, because this is without a doubt, one of the most badass women alive. Meet Katrina Hodge, a corporal in the British Army and Miss England 2009. According to Wikipedia, she enlisted back in 2004 after her brother challenged her to and earned the nickname “Combat Barbie” after showing up at her assigned unit wearing false eyelashes, kitten heels (whatever those are) and carry a pink suitcase. In 2005 her unit, the Royal Anglian Regiment, was deployed to Iraq, where she saved the lives of her comrades from a prisoner by wrestling not one, but two rifles from him and then knocking his ass out with her bare hands. With her bare hands. Then in 2009, she decided to compete in the Miss England competition to destroy stereotypes about women in the military. She didn’t win (she placed runner-up), but still became Miss England after the woman who did got into a fight and gave up the crown. While Miss England, Hodge convinced the people running the competition to ditch the bikini contest, because she felt that it was more important to be a role model than looking good in a bikini. In 2010, she handed over the crown and returned to military service, being deployed to Afghanistan. This woman is both a BAMF and a HBIC. Damn.

needlesslydefiantwithtea:

dontgofrodo:

Saw this picture on imgur and just had to post it here, because this is without a doubt, one of the most badass women alive. Meet Katrina Hodge, a corporal in the British Army and Miss England 2009. According to Wikipedia, she enlisted back in 2004 after her brother challenged her to and earned the nickname “Combat Barbie” after showing up at her assigned unit wearing false eyelashes, kitten heels (whatever those are) and carry a pink suitcase. In 2005 her unit, the Royal Anglian Regiment, was deployed to Iraq, where she saved the lives of her comrades from a prisoner by wrestling not one, but two rifles from him and then knocking his ass out with her bare hands.

With her bare hands.

Then in 2009, she decided to compete in the Miss England competition to destroy stereotypes about women in the military. She didn’t win (she placed runner-up), but still became Miss England after the woman who did got into a fight and gave up the crown. While Miss England, Hodge convinced the people running the competition to ditch the bikini contest, because she felt that it was more important to be a role model than looking good in a bikini.

In 2010, she handed over the crown and returned to military service, being deployed to Afghanistan.

This woman is both a BAMF and a HBIC. Damn.

(Source: fuckyeah-nerdery, via notpalmate)






I’m insecure and possessive and jealous and sometimes I can get a little paranoid, but my baby loves me. I know he does. And I know I have nothing to worry about. Looking at everything he puts up with from me, and everything he does for me… there’s no question. I love him so much, and I miss him all the time, even when he’s in the other room. I know I’m not as affectionate as I should be, and I know that some of my outlooks on relationships and romance leaves a lot to be desired, but, if I knew how, I’d change all of that for him. I feel like that’s saying something considering how set in my ways I am, and how much I don’t mind being set in my ways. 

This was random, but sometimes I sit around and think in circles about how much I love him, and how lucky I am to have him, to be the only one that has him, and I figured it was probably time to write it down. Or, blog about it, I guess.

Oh Matthew Shawn. You’re too fucking good to me.