Richie

Totally not writing a story about a time Traveller who accidentally ends up in England during Newton times.... And she may accidentally start working for Issac Newton.... And she MAY end up marrying him— which messes up the timeline

Captain Man and Vladislav The Poker can get it respectfully 

I'm as sick as death and my mom just looked at me and randomly said "Oh my god, you're so pretty!" And I nearly cried 

Steve Harrington you wound me 

So since there's not a lot of old OLDER men/younger women, I have to resort to Alfred Pennyworth fan fiction to find a guideline ಠ⁠_⁠ʖ⁠ಠ

Just woke up from possibly the best dream I've ever had and I need to talk about it: 
          
          So in this dream, I was a girl named Nadia Smith (who somehow looked like me? I mean probably because I was her-)  who got a job at a mansion in England that was owned by a handsome dude named Jamie (James) Balthazar, who was the owner of a vast yet diminishing fortune during the great depression (the depression was known as the Great slump when it hit the UK) and as a result had to reduce his staff to only three other people: Carol Carmichael, Carl Bronson, and Charles Tralleney (Nadia gets hired because Jamie is vain and thinks she's hot :/) 
          
          And just when you think it's a toxic love story between Jamie and Nadia, boom! She ends up with Charles! Charles, a middle aged fox of a man who only ever had one lover, somehow swoops Nadia off her feet and it's not even toxic! 

Also spoiler alert
          
          Alice Cooper is kinda hot and you can't stop me from thinking that

Why would I lower the bar for a man who recites Shakespeare when my boi Lestat de Lioncourt sang a song about "ruining each other like star-crossed lovers"? 
          
          Sorry boys, but the bar ain't being lowered any time soon. 

Idk what it is but everytime I get my period I start thinking about The Dark Knight Joker in an extremely visceral and carnal way that could potentially result in me being restrained. 
          
          Thank you for hearing me out

Our seven year old cat passed away from a sudden heart attack on Monday and all I want to do is throw myself into a bed of flowers and cry