so when i first joined SPN fandom and started seeing wincest everywhere, i was all “what is wrong with you people they are brothers omg”
and then thorki happened
i really ship them
but but but they’re brothers too
i have absolutely no excuse
yea im a girl
yea i play video games
did i leave the stove on
i did leave the stove on
wait a minute
no i turned it off
Well, technically Day 11 isn’t over, but I’ve been overstaying my welcome a bit in this Costa Coffee, so I’m gonna give you a little post and probably go back to my hotel for a bit.
This morning our tour group went down to Yorkminster and took a tour, and then we were basically just allowed to split up. My grandmothers and I went down to a little French restaurant and had an early lunch (but it was 11:30 so technically we had breakfast). Today they were planning to go down to a little village where that Michael Gilbert we researched in Cambridge lived and worked as a deacon. They said that it would probably be boring for me, so I walked them to the bus-stop and then went off on my own to wander through York. I found a nice little bookshop and bought a book about Jerry Lewis for my dad, and then I went and walked about a mile on the city wall left over from Roman times. After that I made my way through the riverside park and eventually made it to the Wheel of York, a big Ferris wheel in the middle of town. Then I walked back through the park and stopped off here at the coffee shop.
A good connection is hard to find, let me tell you. So. Anyway.
First day out of London we hit Stonehenge and Bath and ended in a hotel in some town in the Cotswolds whose name escapes me at the moment. Next day we visited Stratford-upon-Avon and Oxford (the former was much more exciting than the latter, which in turn was also much less exciting than Cambridge, so there you go.) Day 8 brought us to Wales, where we visited the home of The Two Ladies of Llangollen and went to a family-hosted dinner with a local Welsh family. Day 9 (yesterday if this actually gets posted) we rode a little steam train up to this adorable town called Portmerion and to then we went ‘round to the Slate Museum, where we got to see a slate-splitting demonstration, and at the end of the day we got to watch a Welsh male choir rehearse for their tour, and it was amazing. Something kind of sad happened yesterday, though; that morning our tour guide, a really sweet lady, got a call that her mother had suddenly taken ill and fallen into a coma. Our guide left for home that afternoon, and her replacement told us that her mother passed before our guide was able to get there. It was really upsetting. We’ve been passed through the hands of three different guides since ours left for home, and they’re great, but it’s still sad. Today was mainly a traveling day, although we stopped for a few hours in a lovely city called Chester, the only city in England that retains its entire Roman-era wall around the city. We drove through the Bronte sisters’ moors after that and stopped in York around 4. Now, I don’t know if this is actually going to happen, but soon we’re going to go on a walk through the city and hopefully I can stop in a Starbucks to post this—cos it costs £10 a day for internet in this hotel and I’m running low on cash. So yeah: laptop in bag, Erin in Starbucks. Hopefully that works out. If not…there’ll be an extra paragraph after this one. :D
(I did find a coffee shop; Costa Coffee, not Starbucks. It’s nice. I have an iced tea and a lemon-and-poppy-seed muffin. I like.)
at no point in my childhood did i think i would be the kind of teenager that sits in their room all day crying over celebrities and tv shows and reading gay fanfiction
imagine having a really big spider as a pet that didnt bite or jump or do anything scary just like a two foot long spider that just sits there and follows you around like a puppy and speaks english and when it talks it has a really deep voice and talks in a really agressive voice and rarely speaks when it speaks it only says helpful things like “yo man theres balloons on sale in the next aisle for like 90% off” in its deep spider voice and its just like a really chill spider overall
i found presidential fan fiction I’m really distressed
Sometimes I feel sorry for Arthur Conan Doyle
He just wanted to finish his goddamn story and kill that character and, you know, write some other cool stuff or go to the beach
But the fandom
the fucking fandom
i like to alternate between chatspeak and actual words to show that i am educated but also carefree and fun 2 be around