Drifting somewhere in the vast

SOMEONE NAMED THEIR KID IRONMAIK. I REPEAT: IRONMAIK. IRONMAIK.

I'm 98 percent sure this must be a joke, the other 2 percent are laughing facepalming crying in a corner.

( Avengers fic recs )

And just for the sheer hilarity of it: 3 Minute Superman Musical from the 70ies. XDDD

... now someone PLEASE help me unsee this:

( my mind - oh, I cannot even )

*facepalms*

It's almost NaNoWriMo time! Anyone participating this year? I decided to take this as an opportunity to write the draft for the first half of my Bachelor thesis, because I love the concept of NaNo (someday, I'll manage to use it to write an acutal story/novel) and because I seem to work a lot better when I have a deadline coming up, as imaginary as it may be.
Furthermore, I'll be at least writing something ... It feels like the moment I started working again my last bit of imagination went out of the window. :( I mean, I haven't been very creative this year either way, but when I try to write a drabble or a few sentences now it all ends up being boring, meaningless crap. Meh. I want my mojo back.

In other news: McDonalds food apparently doesn't rot. Err ... okay.

I have two gnats in my room and I fail to kill them. One of those little fuckers sits on the ceiling right above me, probably laughing because it knows I can't reach it. *cries* I'm seriously considering sleeping in the living room for tonight. (I'm still traumatized from my 30 bites last weekend and they just started to heal, okay?)

ETA: HA. EAT SHIT, LITTLE MOTHERFUCKERS. (Translation: I finally managed to kill the little beasts.)

The knots in my brain have knots themselves. I cannot think anymore, but I should still do at least a little bit of learning today. Someone kick me in the arse, pls? And, completely unrelated, I have a crazy urge to slash Lukas Podolski lately. Yeah, I don't even know. For some reason, I've grown incredibly fond of him during this WC. I think it's the puppy look. It makes me want to make him angst like there's no tomorrow.

Tag 06 – Ein Buch, das du nur einmal lesen kannst (egal, ob du es hasst oder nicht) / A book you can only read once (no matter if you hate it or not)

We need to talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver

The mother of a teenage boy who killed seven fellow students and two adults in a high-school shooting writes a series of letters to her estranged husband on their son's upbringing and questions what she fears may be her own part in the tragedy.

( thoughts )

Dear Europe,

are you insane?!

Confuzzled greetings,

me

Loghain makes it up to Cailan

I really like Loghain (and Loghain/Maric), but this is ... just kind of ... uhm, WEIRD.

I'm just on the move, but before I go, I have to leave a huge WHAT THE FUCK in my journal.

1-3?! KSC, what are you doing?

Don't do this to me. DON'T PLAY WITH ME. Don't give me hope yet again.

*bites fingernails and will be a wreck next week*

I've only watched 4 minutes of this ep and it's already epic:

Comic guy: I knew it.
Dean: Knew what?
Comic guy: You're LARPers!
Sam & Dean: What?
Comic guy: Live Action Roleplay!

Also:

Dean: What's a slash-fan?

I'LL BE OVER THERE. DYING.

ETA:

( Incoherent rambling and spoilers under the cut. )