The Life of a Silly Lemon

Emily, 20, just a scifi crazed, minecraft playing, every book reading, Quidditch addicted yognau(gh)t.
thegirldetective: gigglygaleocerdocuvier: 8bitbowtie: I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago. I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere. Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry. This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now. ‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’ This makes me wanna cry In other news Daniel Hadler continues to be the nicest person on planet earth Seriously. His books are so amazing and real for works of fiction. I think they’re books that every child should read. We need to understand from a young age that life isn’t fair, but its OK as long as you keep going.

thegirldetective:

gigglygaleocerdocuvier:

8bitbowtie:

I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.

I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.

Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.

This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.

‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’

This makes me wanna cry

In other news Daniel Hadler continues to be the nicest person on planet earth

Seriously. His books are so amazing and real for works of fiction. I think they’re books that every child should read. We need to understand from a young age that life isn’t fair, but its OK as long as you keep going.

(via meggannn)

Today I’m going to dress how I want to. Even though my mom looks at me like I’m a disappointment and comments on the fact that I wear a thong “makes people wonder”. Its not their job to wonder. Its not your job to judge me by what I wear, what I’m comfortable in. Its my job to dress in a way that makes me happy and feel good about myself. Its my body.

sweaterkittensahoy:

If God had chosen Bobby to stop the apocalypse, he would have done it in half an episode and spent the other half drinking beer and watching sport.

Oh, look, the perfect gifset to encapsulate my feels on Bobby.

My thing about Bobby is that if you just saw him on the street, you’d probably assume a lot of things wrong about him. Not because you’re a douche, but because Bobby looks and sounds like a very particular stereotype, and that’s the redneck. I mean, he’s got the tattered cap, the busted clothes, the slight twang, and the fucking salvage yard. He drinks a lot, and he’s gruff, and you know he probably cuts off the cashier trying to ask about his day because “How is that your damn business, you idgit?”

But the way Bobby looks and who Bobby is create an amazing character. Yeah, he looks and acts in ways that are rather stereotypical, but then he builds a ghost-free panic room in a weekend. That thing is made of solid fucking iron. Bobby welded that shit himself. And he is the absolute go-to for information. You got weirdness you can’t figure out? You call Bobby. You got an archaic weirdness that doesn’t have a website devoted to it? You call Bobby. You need quick and dirty research that’ll get you results? You call Bobby.

There is a really, really good chance that Bobby Singer is smarter than you. He drinks cheap beer and wears a hat that probably smells like gasoline and head sweat, and he’d rather tell you to cram it than listen to your opinions on politics, and he’s also a compassionate, smart, hard-working guy who raised up the two best damn hunters in the business. Yeah, John was their father, but you know Bobby was their Dad. There’s no way John taught Sam to research the way he does. John taught the physically practical side of things. How to swing an iron axe, how to aim a gun, how to break a hold. Bobby? Bobby taught those boys how to be book smart and that it’s as valuable to sit down and research as it is to knock something’s head off.

I really, really like Bobby.

I always imagine Bobby as john’s “dealer”. John always coming to him for information he saw as too trivial to figure out himself or a hunt to take a particularly bad week of his mind. Bobby probably didn’t like fueling him, he probably tried to talk to john and john would have none of it. So Bobby took the boys. He took the boys and did his best to give them a real, normal life. And when he knew they’d have no choice but to become hunters, he made sure they were the best damn hunters ever.

(via mysteriouspretzellady)

ginnypants:

let it be known that this is the creature that I took a muscle-tearing stitches-requiring bite to the hand for

this majestic noble creature right here

(Source: capn-canuck, via destiny919)