Kara: I Dont Know How You Have Your Foot In Your Mouth, Your Head Up Your Ass, And Your Nose In My Business.

Kara: I don’t know how you have your foot in your mouth, your head up your ass, and your nose in my business. But here we are, you fucking wizard.

So I've started to think recently that I might be attracted to women. I've thought about things I used to do when I was in denial and becoming obsessed with certain actress for certain periods of time might tie into that. Being obsessed and searching out all of their content was probably not because I just really respected these women. It's interesting to think about how I've been like this for years without realizing or without anyone telling me that I'm probably gay. It's rough being a helpless- bisexual?, lesbian? I'm not sure yet.

Could someone please do me the honor of creating this? I sadly do not have the patience or writing skills.

Doctor Who/The Labrynth fic

12 forgets Missy's b-day. She takes her revenge by tricking 13, via lipstick, into creating a Labrynth with Missy being the goblin queen. They kidnap 10&Donna, 11&ThePonds, and 12&Bill. Missy takes away the companions and tells the doctors that if they want to get them back they need to reach the goblin castle at the center of the Labrynth. The Doctors get separated after Missy goes back to her castle. Hijinks ensue, obviously it's safe 13 helped build it but not too safe Missy was there as well

-all the "kidnapped" companions plus 13's fam are watching on a large flat screen enjoying themselves immensely

-river gets a distress call from the tardis and goes to investigate

-Character roles (loosely): 12 is Sarah(obviously), 11 is Bluto, 10 is Sir didymus, 13 is Hoggle (but when he was being helpful)

-Doctor and their test: 10=bog of eternal stench, 11=firegang, 12=the masquerade, 13= trash heap

-They all meet up outside the goblin city and take it by storm

-the Doctors are pretty cross that entertainment occurred at their expense

》Nardole has been tied up the whole time《

Does anyone else feel like this the night before, day of, and day after. It's almost as if I can never be satisfied no matter what I do or what other's do/ good things that happen. My birthday comes and I just want to hide under the nearest surface and disappear.