Mine and my BF’s Loot Crates are heading our way, yay!

This is the first time we’ve ordered Loot Crates, but we wouldn’t even be aware of them but for Ashens. <——- Click his name to visit his YouTube channel. He’s hilarious, you won’t be disappointed!

There is so much homofabulosity in this video…
I. CAN’T. EVEN!

Enjoy!

That last one looks like he’s all, “You want to put what WHERE?!”

(Source: enchantedbyhiddles)

angrymadsygin replied to your post “THE BITCH IS BACK!!!”

Love to have you and your snark back, darling! I really missed you and I hoped nothing bad happened to you. Your BF is a genius! Big hug to him!

I’m doing well and I really missed you, too. My BF is pretty amazing, I’m VERY lucky to have him. ^.^

toogucciforthis replied to your post “THE BITCH IS BACK!!!”

I love you Ri, stay strong mamma! <3

Will do, sugah! *tacklehugs* I’ve got this. It’s work, but it’s work I’m willing to do. I came too fucking close to making a stupid mistake, and nearly dying not once but TWICE in the hospital from pneumonia really put things in perspective, for seriously. I love you, my darling. <3

THE BITCH IS BACK!!!

I had to take a little “mental health vacation” but now it’s all good and I’m back home with the boyfran where I belong. I had to get out of that fucking place. I needed my freedom, goddamn it!

I was staying at a residential facility in Houston, Texas that was more for people with dual diagnoses (mental health and some sort of chemical dependency or dependencies). You had to beg to go anywhere and if it wasn’t health-related (like picking up a prescription, going to see a doctor, going to the social security office, etc) you had to ask for a pass, but what really chafed my ass was the fact that I ended up admitted to the hospital, delirious and having nearly died, not just once, but TWICE in the month I stayed there, both times because of pneumonia, but yet I was not allowed to rest after I was discharged. I was still expected to attend therapy the next day, no excuses, even with a doctor’s note. If the hospital doc wrote me an excuse letter for, say, a week, didn’t matter. Three days into that week, I’d be discharged and have to re-admit to the program which meant a nightmare of paperwork, and seeing all the facility docs again, etc etc etc.

So, my BF realized that, even for the short time I was there, I learned how to manage my mental and physical health and he jail broke me. We’ll see how things go, but so far so good. Monday I start looking for local docs to continue staying on my meds and staying well. I feel like a million bucks right now, so it’s all good. ^.^

Anywho, thanks to the 368 of you who didn’t unfollow and waited patiently for my return. I didn’t have internet in the place I was staying at, so I couldn’t post, but now I’m back home so the show will go on!

Love all you bitches and it’s sooooooo good to be back!

The Eyefuck Edition of “God, Tom is GORGEOUS”

tarrysmith:

a-beautifully-hiddled-disaster:

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(the first time I saw ^this^ I knew my life had changed forever)

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for celtickaye    (Thanks to Loki_Page for letting me post her edits)

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  • This post was the worst idea I have ever had. Even worse than the Dom!Tom post.
  • A very special thanks to Loki_Page for letting me use her edits!

So, really… I would consider it quite the honor to be eye-fucked by him, but even more so to be fucked senseless by him.

This man fucking owns me. I’m his… yup.

I’m systematically turning my boyfriend into a co-Hiddlestoner, which is a good thing seeing as I’m now impregnated with an entire litter of Tom’s eye babies that he will have to help me raise.

Tom Hiddleston: The only man alive to ever master the art of being a bad boy and a perfect gentleman simultaneously.
(Photo snatched from the Hiddles Love Facebook group [unsure of original source] by way of the incomparable mayevil! &lt;3)

Tom Hiddleston: The only man alive to ever master the art of being a bad boy and a perfect gentleman simultaneously.

(Photo snatched from the Hiddles Love Facebook group [unsure of original source] by way of the incomparable mayevil! <3)

raineblade reblogged your photo and added:
Thank you!!!!!! I feel the same way about you dear. I can’t imagine how I’d get through without you. I love you so much!!! Now I have to go sob into a pillow. :P ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Only happy tears because of Ben’s onion booty, dat ass that brings a tear to your eye. *HUGE hugs*

I decided to jump the gun a little, but in about 2 hours Central time zone it will officially be the 28th birthday of literally the most important person in my life, my bestie, raineblade. If you&#8217;ve ever laughed at one of my stupid jokes (or secretly hated my guts over something trivial I&#8217;ve said) Raine is the reason for it all. Her love and support have pulled me back from the brink of self-destruction more times than I could possibly count.
I raise a toast tonight to the fact that God was benevolent enough to bless me, to bless the world, with Raine existing one more year on this earth. She is my sister, my best friend, my hero and, most importantly, no one else on this planet, besides her, even remotely comes close to wanting to eat Benedict Cumberbatch&#8217;s ass as hard as I do.
To you, ladykins, I offer this two cheek salute:

As well as all my love, my undying gratitude and my sincere prayer that I am blessed with many, many more years with you in my life.
I love you, my (mostly) platonic lifemate&#8230;your boobs are epic, okay? So, not entirely homo. A little homo. Diet Homo.

I decided to jump the gun a little, but in about 2 hours Central time zone it will officially be the 28th birthday of literally the most important person in my life, my bestie, raineblade. If you’ve ever laughed at one of my stupid jokes (or secretly hated my guts over something trivial I’ve said) Raine is the reason for it all. Her love and support have pulled me back from the brink of self-destruction more times than I could possibly count.

I raise a toast tonight to the fact that God was benevolent enough to bless me, to bless the world, with Raine existing one more year on this earth. She is my sister, my best friend, my hero and, most importantly, no one else on this planet, besides her, even remotely comes close to wanting to eat Benedict Cumberbatch’s ass as hard as I do.

To you, ladykins, I offer this two cheek salute:

As well as all my love, my undying gratitude and my sincere prayer that I am blessed with many, many more years with you in my life.

I love you, my (mostly) platonic lifemate…your boobs are epic, okay? So, not entirely homo. A little homo. Diet Homo.

deathsmells:

sometimes ur so cute and i wanna squeeze ur cheeks and kiss ur nose other times ur really hot and i wanna touch u inappropriately and make u moan 

(via felosial)

I was taking a nap today and woke up laughing myself to tears, just laughing and snorting, no idea why. Once my brainmeats woke up enough for me to remember what I was dreaming about, I started laughing eleventy times harder.

The mysterious dream that nearly sent me the way of Chrysippus?

I dreamt that I was out with some rich people, deep sea fishing off their boat and they had caught these…strange octopi in their nets…Octopi with the requisite 8 tentacles, but for some reason they all had Dave Grohl’s head and they kept growling at me and trying to bite me.

You’re not picturing it properly yet…

This fucking face:

On 8 tentacles, not being all chill like, “I’m a Dave Grohl-topus, whassup?”, nooooo, growling and trying to fucking bite me.

Note to self: Take less pain meds before attempting sleep of any kind.

cunt-onthecob replied to your post “Warning: Long rant, ahoy! (Apologies in advance. :-/)”

This really hits me. It’s difficult to see how deep you’re in sometimes. I’ve been so oblivious at times and it’s rough. It’s great to have someone to pull you out. Sad when people don’t realize they need help. :/

It is, and it’s really sad when they cut someone out of their life who genuinely cares about them just so they can uphold the illusion that their mental health issues aren’t a problem for them. They loved to amateur psychoanalyze me, but the second I tried to bring their rapidly uncontrollable paranoia to their attention, I got kicked to the curb. Oh well, what can ya do, huh? Life goes on.

Thanks for your reply, though, it made me feel better, like I’d done the right thing after all trying to bring the issue to their attention, despite the outcome. If you ever need someone to talk to, my Ask box is always open, I’m misshorrorshow@live.com on AIM and my FB is HERE.

Warning: Long rant, ahoy! (Apologies in advance. :-/)

Sometimes being friends with people who deal with mental illnesses, like I do, can be comforting and rewarding. It’s nice having someone who can genuinely understand what I go through on a daily basis. The problem is that, more often than not, these friendships tend to end on a very bad note and nine times out of ten it’s because I have the audacity to point out that the individual’s mental health issues are getting out of hand and that they should seek help. I try to just bite my tongue, but anyone who knows me at all knows that I can only do that for so long before I just want to explode.

When your paranoia gets to the point where I’m THIS CLOSE to making you a tin foil hat and mailing it to you, you need to get some help. To anyone reading this, rest assured I’m not referring to you, because this person unfriended me on Facebook, and likely unfollowed me on here, so unless they are following me under a name I’m not aware of, or they’re creeping my blog to see if I’m talking about them, they can’t see this anyway. And, when I point out that someone’s mental health issues are getting away from them, I’m not doing anything that I don’t expect in return.

I am fully aware of my own mental health issues, and have had many friends who genuinely care about me, even my own boyfriend, point out when I need to get a handle on things, like when I’m extremely manic, or deeply depressed, or when I become unreasonably upset about things that normally wouldn’t bother me so much. The difference is, I’m a grown ass woman and can appreciate and respect when these sorts of things are brought to my attention. Even if I disagree with someone’s assessment, if it is coming from a loved one, I know they’re only saying something out of genuine concern for my well-being, and I don’t unfriend/unfollow them like a child. I just say we’ll have to agree to disagree because that’s what a grown-up, true friend does.

Sorry to rant, I’m just fed up with losing friends I’ve grown close to because they’re not mature or humble enough to admit they just might have a problem they need to work on. No one likes to hear they’re imperfect, but there’s not wanting to hear it and then there’s being outright delusional that you could possibly have anything about yourself you need to work on. Oh well, it’s times like these when I get to see my so-called “friends’” true colors, and see who my real friends are. I try not to make a habit of picking the splinters from my friends’ eyes when I’ve got beams in mine, but there comes a time where I realize that if I don’t at least try to pick out the splinter, someone I care about will end up metaphorically blind, if that makes any sense.

Anyway, to those friends and followers who still care about me and who are still hanging in there with me, I love you all and thanks for letting me vent. I really needed it, and please know I’m here for all of you, feel free to vent to me if ever you need to, and if you feel like my mental health issues are getting out of hand, as long as you come at me from a place of love and not from a place of judgment or superiority, you never have to be afraid to tell me.
/end rant

raineblade replied to your post “If life has taught me anything, it’s that the more I care for someone,…”

<3 *HUGE hugs*

Thank you, sweets, I needed that. *hugs back*

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY