I am a proud useless lesbian that likes to sit on her ass and play Magic the Gathering. Occasionally I will get off my ass and bike around. If I’m feeling extra cool I’ll longboard (which is almost never). Most of the time I’ll sit in my room and play the guitar. Sometimes, I’ll belch out a song. And sometime’s I’ll even record it. Not much yet, but you can check it outHERE. Contrary to popular belief, I am loved and accepted by my family. Despite the fact that tinkering with old GameBoys and other retro handheld consoles soothes me (I have proudly resurrected an original GameBoy I call Frankenstein), I’d rather be fighting for the New California Republic (Fallout: New Vegas) than do homework, and ”upkeep, untap, draw, land, goblin guide, swing for two, go” is what I say on a day to day basis, I know that I will always be loved by this amazing girl named Red whom I love to make laugh and smile. All day. Everyday. For the rest of my geeky life. And thats it. Thats me. All the gay, planeswalker-y, Courier Six-y, video gamer-y, songwriter-y parts of me. Well, almost all of me. ;)
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girl-in-red said: (people are coming to my tumblr ask and calling me your amazing girl named Red) :))
Then you better say “fuck yeah.” ;) :*
So, my friend watched Wicked for the first time and was messaging me all throughout it... These are actual messages I received that basically describe all of Wicked.
Her: But why the fuck is it so dark like is it supposed to be or did they not turn the lights on yet or
Her: THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD.
Her: okay more singing
Her: This fairy chick looks like Emily Osment.
Her: Dem vocals hot damn.
Her: Aw poor green skinned lady. No one likes you.
Her: AWH THAT'S SAD.
Her: STOP STARING AT HER THAT'S RUDE.
Her: Elphaba that's who she is okay.
Her: Okay who is this prissy bitch who has fancy fucking clothes like 'I got a private suite huehue'.
Her: Fuck off.
Her: I hope someone spills something on your fancy clothes cunt.
Her: Okay so greenbean over here has magic powers.
Her: Ugh prissy bitch is back.
Her: Stop singing cunt no one gives a fuck. Not even "mumsy and Popsicle" or whatever you fucking said.
Her: UGH I FEEL LIKE "MATERIAL GIRL" SHOULD START PLAYING WHEN SHE WALKS IN.
Her: Good loathe each other.
WOW WHY IS EVERYONE ON FUCKING BARBIE'S SIDE.
Her: Ugh Elphie just kick her in the ass already. Make her loathe the footprint on the back of her dress.
Her: Is. Is that professor um, A goat.. Thing.
Her: It's GAlinda. With a GA.
Her: Okay who's the queer who did the gay handshake.
Her: He's so gay. Don't tell me he isn't.
Her: oh my gOD THOSE DANCE MOVES
HE'S GAY SHUT UP. THOSE PANTS ARE TOO TIGHT.
Her: OH MY FABULOUS. NO STRAIGHT MAN DANCES LIKE THAT. OR SAYS 'SWANKIFIED'.
Her: Oh please, Galinda is his cover up.
Her: Did prissy bitch just kiss rich boy.
Her: Okay Bock. Or Bach. What the fuck ever. Better not be messing with wheelchair girl's feelings.
Her: DON'T GIVE PRISSY CUNT A TRAINING WAND.
Her: I HOPE YOU FEEL AWFUL PRISSY CUNT.
Her: Oh is she being nice. Or weird. Idk both.
Her: WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS. WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDSSS.
Her: Awh are they gonna be all friendly.
Her: AWWWWH THEY'RE DOING SOME DANCE SHIT.
Her: I ship them.
Her: Green Bean + Prissy Bitch 5eva.
Her: THEY HELD HANDS FOR HALF A SECOND.
Her: NOW THEY'RE TELLING SECRETS WOAH.
Her: This bitch runs off to scream into a pillow omfg.
Her: YOU CAN'T MARRY A MAN YOU JUST MET. GOD WE WENT OVER THIS GALINDA.
Her: AWH ELPHIE NO.OH MY GOD NO BABY NO. IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT.
Her: Galinda what the fuck are you doing.
Her: N o. Not Rich Boy and Green Bean.
Her: Don't fall in love. Stop. Get away from each other.
Her: BOQ HURT WHEELCHAIR GIRL
Her: DEFY EACH OTHERS GRAVITY.
Her: AHES FLYING SJSNAKA. HOLLAAAAA. I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT BAE
Her: THAT VOICE. HOSHIT. WOOOOO
Her: DON'T MARRY HER YOU'RE GAY.
Her: WHAT. WHnaojsalnaNO. WHAT.
did you just tell her to shut up. Excuse you ungrateful bitch.
Her: what happened to her shoEHAHWN WALKING.
Her: BOQ GETCHYO MUNCHKIN ASS OVA HERE.
Her: I want a Boq.
Her: NESSA STOP.
Her: NESSA WHAT THE FUCK.
Her: My. Fucking. Feels.
Her: MR GOAT NOOOO.
Her: Rich boy don't love you, prissy bitch.
Her: What's going on.
Her: DO NOT KISS. DON'T. THAT'LL FUCK EVERYTHING UP. STOP TOUCHING EACH OTHER.
Her: WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE. NO. NO.
Her: IM GONNA FUCKING CRY. FUCK. HELP.
Her: FUCK THIS WHOLE FUCKING MUSICAL.
Her: CAT FIGHT.
Her: IS RICH BOY DEAD.
Her: IM GONNA CRY. STOP. I'm gonna cry.
Her: AHHHHH IM FUCKING CRYING. STOP SINGING. STOP. ELPHIE SHUT UP JUAT STOP.
Her: I'm crying. That's it. I'm done.
Her: Im gonna throw myself in front of a bus.
Her: NO. N O. STOP. IM CRYING SO HARD. PLEASE HELP.
Her: I'm not gonna make it.
Her: SHE'S ALIVE. YEEEEEE.
Her: Stop fucking hugging ugh. Fuck this whole fucking musical.
Well. I’ve died. Thats it. Death. Yup. Death by feels.