Life Is Just A Constant Struggle Between Dancing Around With Eight Litres Of Coffee In Me And Lying On

life is just a constant struggle between dancing around with eight litres of coffee in me and lying on the ground sobbing ten minutes afterwards

My first thought was “Oh look it’s Monet. Huh” 

Three years ago today. I love this bit of video. Not sure why.

friend: hey could you suggest something to read? maybe one of those online things you're-

me: wHAT DO YOU WANT? DARK!FICS? NC-17? ANGST? FLUFF? BDSM? CROSSDRESSING? SLOWBURN? ONESHOT? MULTICHAPTERED? AU? EPILOGUE COMPLIANT? ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA DYNAMICS? MATING/HEAT!FICS? HARRYPOTTER!VERSE? OR MAYBE SOME DUBCON? HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT SOME HURT/COMFORT? ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP? FRIENDS TO LOVERS? FUCKBUDDIES TO LOVERS? SOULMATE AU? BEDSHARING/FORCED PROXIMITY/BONDING? MAYBE SOME INFIDELITY OR ARRANGED MARRIAGE, PERHAPS. DO YOU WANT SOME JEALOUSY OR AGE!GAP FICS OR SOME PRESLASH?!?! MAYBE SOME FAIRYTALE!AU AND SOME HUMOR AND CRACK !AND PWP AND DADDYKINK!@!@!wHaT dO yOu nEeD i sHaLl pRoVidE yOu wItH iT

friend: *backs away slowly*

You’re gonna fall in love with that beautiful nonbender eventually, grumpy water tribe mother fucker

Me: *asks my followers to send me writing prompts*

My Followers: *send writing prompts to my inbox*