Even After Death This Will Be My Show. The Boys Have Done So Much For Me But Maybe This Could Be The

this kid is 14 oh my god is no one teaching children to protect themselves online anymore…

Mmmm 😍😍😍

oh WOW

👏🏻 Yo, fuckin' facts 👏🏻

I've written/still in the process of writing quite a few and only one person (my friend was an English Major in college) has read most of them and that was just to proof read them.

Your style of writing may change as you grow but don't let anyone else dictate how or what you write.

My friends: we are studying creative writing! That’s awesome! It’ll be so easy for you, we should work together!

Me, having clearly mentioned that writing is an intimate process and therefore I consider no one should interfere in someone else writing until the entire end of the story, and adding to that I’ve been writing for 16 years and I’ll never let anyone try to dicdate how I should write: I... don’t think so.

My friends: Aww... but why?

Me: my story, my words, my writing skills. Fuck everyone else.

My friends: even the teacher?

Me: espacially the teacher.

...

The target I work at has a skeleton that’s been our mascot. His name is Mr. Bones. We pose him every night.

Then we gave him a jacket and let him fold clothes

And then we let him get a nice drink at Starbucks

Sometimes work can be too hard on him

Everyone, especially our guests, love Mr. Bones and take pictures with/of him. I will keep everyone updated on his adventures

Carmen Argenziano

I’m pasting this from Facebook, because I’m not strong enough to write it again. 

I just found out that Carmen Argenziano passed away yesterday.

He played Jacob Carter on Stargate SG1, among a thousand other things. He was 75.

I’d seen him at a dozen Stargate conventions through the years. He always struck me as an incredibly sweet, intelligent and genuinely kind person.

Two years ago, I was at a small con in Missouri, without my girls (because they were too far away to get there), and the only friend I had there was the Stargate actors’ manager. He is and has been a friend long before he started managing the actors. He’s fantastic. His wife is, too.

Anyway, he asked me if I could do him a favor. Would I be interested in being a handler for him? After freaking out for a few minutes, calming the hell down, and realizing I had literally no one else to hang out with or anyone who even cared that I existed, I said yes.

I handled Carmen Argenziano.

I played it cool. I pretended I wasn’t freaking out, sitting next to him, being less than a foot from this man I’d never been within ten feet of, being behind the table instead of in front of it. I wasn’t a handler. I wasn’t allowed that access. I was a fan, and we stayed behind the wall and holy crap WHATTHESHITAMIDOINGWHYDIDISAYYES?

I was so fucking scared. 😅

That lasted about ten minutes.

There are so many words I could use to describe him. Talented. Kind. Compassionate. Brilliant. Humble. Gracious. Listening to him talk, talking to him and knowing he was listening to me, is my most precious fandom memory, and it will most likely remain so.

When I told him what I do for a living, he called me a “hero,” said I “save people” when they’re at their lowest, and he wished he could do that. When I told him he did, he didn’t believe me. He called me a “beautiful young lady,” and believe me, I am neither.

When they asked me if I wanted to do a photo op with the Stargate actors, for the first time ever, I said yes willingly. I don’t do photo ops. Even if I do, I either give them to my friends or I rip them in half and only keep the part that isn’t me. But that day, I did it because of him, because I knew he’d be in it, and that would make me strong enough to do it. And he was in that picture. He was right next to me, with his arm around me, and it felt so much more real and genuine than any other op I’ve ever done. It’s the only photo op I’ve ever framed and hung on my wall.

I watched and listened to him talk to a lot of people that day, and he did the same with all of them that he did for me. There was one girl who walked up, and she’d been lurking around the back of the room for a while, and when she came up, she was shaking so hard. Her voice was wobbly. She was so scared. And I remembered being her, and being that scared, because, honestly, I’m always scared at cons. Fucking terrified. And she was me, and she was standing there, and he talked to her. For close to fifteen minutes. And, yes, I was supposed to shoo them away after two or three, and I knew that, but I couldn’t. Because he wouldn’t have wanted me to. And with every word he said to her, she stood a bit straighter, and she stopped shaking, and her voice got stronger. And when she walked away, the smile on her face was real and beautiful and enormous.

I looked at him, and I said, “You know you just made her entire year, right?”

And he said, “No. She just made mine.”

And now I’m crying. Get it together, bri.

Anyway, yeah. This is an enormous loss, not only for the Stargate fandom, cast, crew and community, but for this world. But for me, in a way the passing of a celebrity has never been. Because he told me I was beautiful, and he knew my name, and he talked to me.

Rest in peace, you beautiful young man. I’ll miss you.

*hides behind the book I've been trying finish for six months and whines* stahp callin' me out

I once again feel attacked

Ghost: Hard dom (but also enjoys the occasional submission… won’t tell u tho :p)

Price: Soft dom… this man loves taking care of you but also reminding you of who’s in charge

Gaz: He don’t give a fuck as long as you both feel good

Soap: Switch (leaning depending on his mood or how work was)

....Of course it's when I decide to skip a proper Mardi Gras....work got in the way, ugh

Jensen Ackles (Bacchus LI) | New Orleans, Mardi Gras 2019 [x]