I'm not even a person anymore I'm just a guinea pig who likes to watch tv shows.
You may call me Holly or Hols or Pip.
(A nickname from my best friend.)
This blog is basically a "free for all."
I like bees and movies. (Also movies about bees.)
You will find on this blog: Farseer and Tawny Man Series || Fullmetal Alchemist || Dragon Ball Z || Community || Teen Wolf || Sherlock Holmes || Elementary || Supernatural || Lord of the Rings || Professor Layton || ATLA and LOK || Avengers || Marvel Comics || Merlin || Doctor Who || Good Omens || and a variety of other things as well. I have a lot of feelings about LOTR especially in regards to hobbits. Don't talk to me about Boromir unless you want me to cry on you.
I have been quoted as saying I want to cook bacon on Mitchell.
knowing that there is a photoset out there about me playing professor layton with awful meme-like font and spelling is what keeps me up at night questioning my existence and worth as a human being
I googled ‘thesearemydetectivesocks professor layton meme’ and this was the first image:
when i was at her house for like 3 weeks we just kept having headcanons and like i noted that they were all aparently related to each other and therefore in the same “verse” so we just decided it would be our own headcanon but i decided the world NEEDS MORE SABRIEL IN IT so i’m going to start tagging things and hopefully one day it will actually be a thing but MERRY CLAIMS SHE CAN’T WRITE so i guess we will come up with things, i will string them together into a story format and she can read them over and edit and maybe one day this will actually be a thing
I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS VERSE OKAY BECAUSE OMG SAM
SAMMY
ALL THE SAMMY FEELS RHENA I CANT~!!11sgadgarftygaeryaeklakljasd
do you ever see a certain blog on your dash and you can’t help but smile because that person just is so great and they make you so happy and you just hope all of their hopes and dreams come true and that they live happily ever after because i do
Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo HAVE FUN AND COME BACK SAFE AND DON’T GET EATEN BY ANYTHING.
so im living with merry in her home now for a while and i have internet access again since i brought my laptop woo~
NO BUT THE CAMPING SITE WE WERE AT WAS NICE BUT ALSO LOOKED LIKE PURGATORY AT NIGHT LIKE WHAT THE FUCK
i got sunburned (what a surprise haha) and i’m finally less pink and more
ACTUAL SKIN TONE but yeah (my face is about the same. the only place that really got affected by the sun was the top of my arms, from forearm to almost my shoulders is a bit tan now rather than PALE WHITE. also my nose. what.)
but yeah camping was nice, the water was fantastic though merry practically had to DRAG ME INTO THE LAKE.
but yeah. i’ve missed you and also
SLEEPING IN A BED AGAIN
IS
SO
NICE
ps i had to take a cold shower when i was there to cool down my sunburn
So Pip asked, and I’m delivering one of the videos from the last APUSH class of the year. It sucks because I was basically filming while pretending that I wasn’t actually filming - or even holding a camera - so that’s why it looks like a schizophrenic with Parkinson’s made it.
This is basically the story of Godberg’s early teaching years, and he began by mentioning that he didn’t take a single Ed credit in college - only started teaching because the economy was in the shitter.
There were a lot of other bits later that I didn’t catch on film that basically make me want to hug him to death, but I’m really fucking glad that I caught my favorite: the “It’s very, very tough those first couple years, that’s always true. And then you just get your feet under you, and your voice, and just kind of figure it all out.” My camera’s a bitch when it comes to audio.
And yeah, that’s me going “You taught English?” and then losing my shit. Fuckin’ sue me.
Also on the topic of Dahma: she’s the daughter of Sudanese immigrants, and she’s got kinky hair, but you were right about the braid thing. She’s 4’10. Winston’s 6’4. She’s 37 years older than him. You can imagine what their relationship is like.
just spinning in this dumb giant rolling chair that sits in front of the computer in the basement because of these characters and all the emotions i’m just
I just spent like five minutes screaming. LKSNFKLSDKFSLNFKLSNFKNGLDNFGLKGNDKLNGKDL I LOVE YOU OKAY YOU AND YOUR COMPLIMENTS ARE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME.
I LOVE YOU TOO AND IT’S A GOOD THING IT’S MUTUAL BECAUSE YOUR
RHINO AND GUINEA PIG AS DRINKING BUDDIES FUCK YES CLEAR THE STREETS. AND DANI AND MERRY AND CHRIS CAN COME ALONG TOO. AND I’LL DRAG LIZ ALONG TO BE DESIGNATED DRIVER AND MAKE US ALL PUKE BECAUSE SHE DRIVES LIKE A PSYCHOPATH. HELL YEAAAAH. xD
Oh my god. You’re like a human Yogimeister - except he abuses the person on his back when he gets bored, not himself. selknfslfndkfslndsl you worry me sometimes, Guinea Pig.
I worry myself sometimes too.
But Merry always beats some sense into me, so don’t be overly concerned.
(She wouldn’t be very happy with me if I ever got seriously injured from one of my dumb antics.)
i was a bit depressed at the time, sure and well i was in my bedroom but more than depressed i was just
SO
FREAKING
BORED
so i looked at my window and i had been in bed all day and well i started thinking
so i climbed over to my window, and see, my dad’s house is on this sloping hill, so while the windows in the front of the house are 2-3 feet from the ground, my dad’s windows are 7-8 feet and then there is my window, which, (the one i was looking at) which is hmm a good 17 foot drop or so (i’m estimating here) maybe more, depending if i got the other estimates right.
well i opened my window and looked out, judging the distance silently. i considered preparing a rope of some kind, or something else that i could secure to my bed (which had a wire framing) to allow myself to climb down quickly.
just for kicks
however, i didn’t have anything that seemed like a viable replacement for rope, so i stood there again, looking down and the longer i looked the easier the drop seemed
‘what’s the big deal, if it’s farther than it looks, then i get a few bruises, sure’
the concept of pain didn’t scare me off, so i walked over, lifted my legs through, lowered myself down the outside of the wall, and then, with my hands clinging to my windowsill i realized
this is not a good idea
but then i got scared and the adrenaline was pumping, so you know what happens?
i choke and let go
it hurt. a lot. somehow i managed to roll and land on my side without breaking anything, so i made my way back around the house (this is early night, barely dark outside) and proceed to lick my wounds in the comfort of my bed once more.
tadaaaa!
so now you know! holly does dumb things when she’s bored!
like the time i cut all my hair off because it was late at night and i had nothing else to do
