HELLO FROM MICHIGAN. (wow, someone is actually reading my description?) So anyway, my name is Christin, I'm 18, I play the flute (the manliest instrument there is), I'm currently in a bazillion fandoms, and I like your shoelaces! I do warn you though, I have a tendency to spam things sometimes- but usually it doesn't last very long. (unless it's my OTP, then you'll never hear the end of it) See, hipsters assume that fandom is a strict progression of normal to obsession, but actually from a non-average, non-peasant viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of feel-sy weel-sy... fangirl-y wangirl-y... stuff.
My favorite thing about Sweeney Todd is that they come up with their evil plan and then just make puns about it for 10 minutes and that’s the act one finale
There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.
I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele
"What if women had minstrel cycles instead of menstrual cycles? You’d just have a guy with a lute follow you around for a week every month and play you songs constantly?"
BREAKING NEWS: if you ever judge anyone based on the number of sexual partners they’ve had, you’re a complete imbecile.
I beg to differ.
If someone has had more than one hundred thousand sexual partners I will absolutely judge them because that is impressive as hell.
I was expecting that to go somewhere else than it did and I’m pleased with the ending