Every time I see a Tumblr crush post or check my Tumblr crushes, I take a moment to consider the blogs I recognize and see if they’d fit the alignment they’d have if they were on a D&D alignment chart- Law at the top, Chaos at the bottom, Good at the left, Evil at the right.
(My current Tumblr crushes have one person’s regular blog at Lawful Good and their NSFW blog at Lawful Evil. Appropriate.)
I hate that feeling where I’m writing something and then can’t quite decide what the phrase I’m looking for is. And then I think I get it, but I’m not entirely sure, and it just nags at me. I’m stupidly particular about my writing sometimes.
We have 24 hours all to ourselves? Forced to be alone together? The idea is causing my brain to shut off and draw a blank. I think I'd have to just look at you for a little while. Be certain you're real. Maybe chat and crack some jokes and discuss important things like Joss Whedon's body of work and the relevance of fairy tales in modern society and how awesome Shawon Dunston was until my pulse slowed long enough for me to get up the guts to try to kiss you.
He was why I always wanted to play shortstop when I was in little league… I’m sure we’d have plenty of time for you to relax and for us to do anything that crossed our minds.
Easy. I would rearrange everything, books, DVDs, whatever else is in there, into a completely illogical order and wouldn't allow you to move anything back until you recite the entire script of War Games verbatim.
Oh, anon. You vastly misjudge me if you think that my shelves are in any sort of logical order to begin with. Or if you even think most of my books have space on the shelves.