Gatekeeper, seasons waitfor your nod.
Andrea | 22 | Germany
Student of English-Speaking Cultures and Cultural Studies at the University of Bremen. Professional fangirl. Writer. Inkie's young grasshopper apprentice. Ch's little one. Fandom mother, apparently.
James Bond/Thorin Oakenshield
James is a walking gun with issues and a horrid sense of humour, and Thorin bloody Oakenshield is a stubborn, proud, short-arsed dwarf; and both have got wonderful, stupidly blue eyes.
But the bloody voice.
Thorin Oakenshield. He can sing me a lullaby.
chop-chop, little lumberjack, be careful with that axe
chop-chop, little lumberjack, take care to keep those legs
I WANT MY CH TO HAVE PROPER INTERNET AGAIN
I NEED TO SKYPE WITH HER ALL DAY EVERY DAY
AND TO GIVE HER WIFI HUGS
AND COORDINATE WHEN WE’RE GOING TO LONDON
IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK
Ch. and Inkie’s reactions to my 007/Avengers crossover, though.
/legit my face right now
“MI6? This is Agent Coulson of SHIELD. I believe we found something that belongs to you.”
Arthur Weasley. Because I'm nosy as hell.
Arthur Weasley: What do you think is the best “muggle” invention?
Oh, boy… well, I don’t know, I guess I’d say electricity, because God knows my fangirl existence such as it is now wouldn’t work without that. Then again, everything also leads back to the printing press, because text would have never reached the masses without it, and text is what my life comes down to, so… Printing press, yes.
justfillinginfortheskull answered you:
“people who are tarts: not you.”
BECAUSE I HAVE LOST ALL ABILITY TO CAN AND I DON’T EVEN WANT IT BACK.
Did you ever get measured to find the right bra size or did you rely on your own judgement and a lot of luck? (underwear question just for you!)
I pretty much relied on my own judgement and a lot of luck. And somewhere in between, I just took my own measurements and saw that it was good ;)
[I could also insert a discussion here about how my breasts aren’t both the same size, which is a goddamn nuisance sometimes.]
So, basically. BOOBS.
You know you’re settling in well in a country you’ve never been to before and that is going to be your home for the next four months when, on the third day, basically all the admin and important stuff is done and you just need to wait for uni to start; so you sit on your bed in 30°C weather, reading fanfiction that Ch. sent you last night when she was miraculously still up.