the amount of followers you have is how old you are
the person you reblog this from is your companion
your icon is what your current regeneration looks like
your job (or one of your parent’s jobs) is your timelord name
I’m like a Timelord kid.
Allons-y, Mituna!
I’m 193
My companion is my husband (yay!)
Uhm… I guess the icon makes perfect sense then, since it’s us.
I guess my name is… Baker?
I’m 63 (Still a young timelord!)
Naomi’s my companion XD
I look like Canada-kun.
My name is The Cop XD wtfGERONIMO!!!
451 (deAR GOD IM OLD..) Hi sleepy! :D Spades slick, god I’m hot The medic, Hehe.
OMG DOCTOR, WE’D BE A BADASS TEAM. THE COP AND THE MEDIC XD Except I think Canada-kun is not a convincing cop XD And Spades Slick would be a really rough medic XD We’ll need Naomi (The Baker) to come along and bake cakes/cookies for the poor people you treat XD XD XD
the amount of followers you have is how old you are
the person you reblog this from is your companion
your icon is what your current regeneration looks like
your job (or one of your parent’s jobs) is your timelord name
I’m like a Timelord kid.
Allons-y, Mituna!
I’m 193
My companion is my husband (yay!)
Uhm… I guess the icon makes perfect sense then, since it’s us.
I guess my name is… Baker?
I’m 63 (Still a young timelord!)
Naomi’s my companion XD
I look like Canada-kun.
My name is The Cop XD wtf
GERONIMO!!!
Today, Amazon announced the imminent launch of its newest endeavor, Kindle Worlds, a publishing platform for fanfiction. When I read the announcement, I was horrified, then angry, then sad. I want to take a moment to explain why this is such a tragedy.
I know well the feeling that one may be a burden just by existing. =[Generally, I just try to wait til a sunnier time, then ask.
Thanks, but I’m still going to wait cuz I hate to be a pest :(
Okay you know what I don’t understand. Bacon. Why is bacon so popular. It’s greasy as fuck. Like how do you eat. Why would you eat it. It’s the worst meat-related thing there is, yet people use it for every example regarding meat.
OMG Finally someone else knows my suffering. I swear bacon is like a forced meme or something. Like people only like it cause they’re supposed to like it.
But I actually do like bacon with pancakes/waffles. I don’t like it on burgers though.
I like bacon on/with a lot of things.I like with my breakfast foods, I likeit on my burgers, I like it with steak.
But I don’t understand these fools who want to put bacon on ice cream or on other stuff that doesn’t need it.
Also I’m kind of strange in that I hate crunchy, crispy bacon. It tastes burnt to me. I prefer my bacon to limp, floppy and chewy.
I thought I was the only one who preferred soft bacon. <3
In my opinion, there’s a richness to bacon that you really can’t find anywhere else.
I like bacon either way, but I prefer softer bacon. Softer bacon goes perfect with rice and eggs for breakfast.
Crispy bacon, on the other hand, is great for sandwiches and crumbled and sprinkled onto things. Yes, I’ve had bacon on my ice cream, and it complements it perfectly.
Most of the time whenever I’m craving ‘outside’ ice cream (McDonald’s McFlurries, for example), I ask to have bacon on the side (I weirded out the staff of a McDonald’s when I asked them to charge me extra for bacon). Let me tell you, a Rolo McFlurry can be too sweet, but with some bacon crumbled and mixed in, it adds an extra depth of flavor that just complements the sweetness of the ice cream in the most unique of ways.
Personally I prefer my bacon crisp, and with the grease well-drained off. I enjoy the smoky, salty, crisp, meaty flavour.
It complements pancakes and maple syrup perfectly. It’s an essential part of many sandwiches. Couldn’t have a Caesar salad without it. Makes stuffings moist and and delicious. Fantastic as a pizza topping. It’s great all on its own with ketchup.
I personally am not a big fan of bacon in ice cream, but I can see the appeal of salty and sweet. Heck, I’ve made peanut butter chocolate cookies with crispy bacon in them and they were AMAZING.
I loved bacon when I was a kid. I love it now. It has nothing to do with what’s popular or what’s a meme.
I also enjoy crisp bacon. Goes well on toasted bread with sliced tomato and vinegar <3 I don’t enjoy chewy bacon, it tastes fatty and undercooked and it really grosses me out :/ But as I’ve gotten older I’ve developed some weird texture quirks where encountering them make me unable to continue eating the item where when I was younger, it would matter less. That being said not all bacon is equal— if you take out the element of whether someone likes it crispy or not - there are many kinds— smoked, unsmoked, thick cut, thin cut, really fatty cuts, mostly meatier cuts, cuts that haven’t been cured at all (samgyupsal anyone?), and it’s entirely possible that if you don’t find the appeal, maybe you haven’t tried the right kind yet — maybe there’s a type of bacon out there waiting for you? :)
Some days I feel like going to sleep and not waking up. Those are the same days, usually, when I get plans to do something awesome and then realize there’s no point in asking friends to participate because I know the answer will be no.
I feel like I’m always bothering my friends and that I’m…
Hey man, don’t feel that way. I usually have the same problems too. What I usually do is man up a bit, no matter how much I don’t want to, and I ask. It does a lot. You should try it. If they are really your friends, then they’ll show it if you tell them your problems. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if people have problems and they need someone to talk to. I don’t want to be the one to make people feel isolated or ignore them, so II try my best.
Thanks but my feelings have stemmed from asking before and watching/listening/reading their reactions. I don’t think I’m any of my friend’s first preference to hang out with— when I get invited anywhere it’s a pity invite (only after everyone else has rsvp’d). I feel the way I do because I ask, I ask so much all the time, I feel like I’m the only one asking and putting any effort into doing stuff with my friends, which in turn makes me feel crappy because I rarely get asked (often skimmed over for stuff/events, or remembered as an afterthought). When I try to talk about my problems, it becomes a situation about the person I’m talking to (instead of my feelings, it’s all about them - regardless of the topic/situation), or not even being listened to at all, or worse, completely misunderstood. I feel the only way to stop being second best is to stop being so annoying and asking so much, to start being busy, and unavailable, and then maybe people will want to do stuff with me again. Maybe not. I imagine I could die and the only person who’d miss me is Mark. It would be weeks, months, probably even years before someone came around to talking to me only to realize I wasn’t here anymore. Even then, it’d be like, oh, too bad, what a shame, we needed two more people to fill this slot, guess we’ll ask someone else. I do appreciate your response though, so thanks.
Well, There’s people over the internet to hear you, and I can be one of those people. Hope you feel better soon. *drops a basket of apple pies in your arms* On the internet, if I could rate how much people will care for you from 1-10, I would say 3.14. They love you more than Pi!
(Sorry for the lame math/supernatural pun, hope you cheer up soon)
Briefly, I was like… what… only 3? Oh wait.. pi… lol XD Thanks, it does help :)
You NEVER bother me, you are NEVER a pest, and I thoroughly enjoy any time you take to spend with me.You NEVER bother me, you are NEVER a pest, and I thoroughly enjoy any time you take to spend with me.Thanks, I appreciate hearing this.
I know we don’t even live in the same country, but if I were anywhere near you, I would definitely ask you to hang out :)
Aw, thanks :)
- Person: Hey, how you doin' today?
- Truth: Well first I cried until I vomited, then I screamed at the voices in my head while beating the holy shit out of myself until I was so exhausted that the only thing I could do was lay splayed across the bed contemplating the pros and cons of swallowing all the pills in the house, until finally I was forced to come here and listen to you ask how I'm doing.
- What they want to hear: Fine.
You NEVER bother me, you are NEVER a pest, and I thoroughly enjoy any time you take to spend with me.
You NEVER bother me, you are NEVER a pest, and I thoroughly enjoy any time you take to spend with me.
Thanks, I appreciate hearing this.
Some days I feel like going to sleep and not waking up. Those are the same days, usually, when I get plans to do something awesome and then realize there’s no point in asking friends to participate because I know the answer will be no.
I feel like I’m always bothering my friends and that I’m…
Hey man, don’t feel that way. I usually have the same problems too. What I usually do is man up a bit, no matter how much I don’t want to, and I ask. It does a lot. You should try it. If they are really your friends, then they’ll show it if you tell them your problems. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if people have problems and they need someone to talk to. I don’t want to be the one to make people feel isolated or ignore them, so II try my best.
Thanks but my feelings have stemmed from asking before and watching/listening/reading their reactions. I don’t think I’m any of my friend’s first preference to hang out with— when I get invited anywhere it’s a pity invite (only after everyone else has rsvp’d). I feel the way I do because I ask, I ask so much all the time, I feel like I’m the only one asking and putting any effort into doing stuff with my friends, which in turn makes me feel crappy because I rarely get asked (often skimmed over for stuff/events, or remembered as an afterthought). When I try to talk about my problems, it becomes a situation about the person I’m talking to (instead of my feelings, it’s all about them - regardless of the topic/situation), or not even being listened to at all, or worse, completely misunderstood. I feel the only way to stop being second best is to stop being so annoying and asking so much, to start being busy, and unavailable, and then maybe people will want to do stuff with me again. Maybe not. I imagine I could die and the only person who’d miss me is Mark. It would be weeks, months, probably even years before someone came around to talking to me only to realize I wasn’t here anymore. Even then, it’d be like, oh, too bad, what a shame, we needed two more people to fill this slot, guess we’ll ask someone else. I do appreciate your response though, so thanks.
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I’m sure someone will want to hang out! Just ask!
You don’t understand the reactions I get. I think people think they’re better at hiding stuff than they are. I don’t want to be a bother anymore.