We need to talk about therapists at Hogwarts.
Magical therapists using modified boggarts to do safe exposure therapy for...
I’m back…ish. I’m not promising I’ll be around a LOT for the next few days - Easter is tomorrow, work, family things, and so on - but I will no longer be keeping myself off of my Tumblr. If I missed anything important, please let me know, as I have neither the time nor the energy to scroll back through five days’ worth of posts.
Things are still moderately insane here, but at least now there’s a light at the end of the tunnel that doesn’t look like it might be an oncoming train.
Love to all. I hope you’re well. Thanks for the kind words and hugs you sent in my absence, it was sweet. :)
don’t talk to me about rent unless you’re prepared for me to cry for three hours at least
yeah, that’s how I feel about my mortgage
I still hold alive hope for a Metal Gear Metroid crossover, and I think that’s pretty awesome.
Snake handles the sneaky sneaky stealth bits and Samus handles the boom boom explody bits. Very good. :D
That, plus there’s the simple fact that I have shipped them since Brawl chiefly on the grounds that the cumulative sex appeal is dense enough to create a singularity. ;)
Hi I’m feeling sad please can you reblog this and add a picture of your pet please.
(They don’t always like to share like this— it’s rare when we catch them sharing a sleeping spot so closely! Usually it’s one cat to a chair. On my mom’s bed, Lego has his own little bed up near her pillow, and Momo is allowed to sleep next to the bed-bed, but they don’t touch. Mo never climbs into Lego’s bed-bed, and he doesn’t go on my Mom’s side. He’s so unlike every other cat with his bed etiquette!)
This is actually one of my mom’s dogs (I call them my furry brother and sister), but I just love this picture.