Shut up, meanie.
The height differences are not great enough to warrant a step ladder.
Month: January 2013
In which I am discovered again. (And then have fun with gifs.)
StandardSo, Craftsmate informs me that one of his kinky friends sent him a message like, “look at what I found I think she goes to Ivy University.” And then a link to my blog.
To which he was basically like
And, as you remember, when Craftsmate found me I was just completely
Followed by
And then just straight
But, ugh, this time I’m sort of just like
And now thinking about it I’m just completely
Because, whatever, it’s going to happen.
So, hi there. Glad to hear you’re enjoying what’s been going on here and I hope you’ll keep this between us.
“Darling, all night/I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.” – Sylvia Plath, Fever 103°.
Patrick Hoelck
And Sweetheart promised it would be the last fib she’d ever tell.
Which was a fib itself.
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I think this is pretty relevant to today’s cumblr* operation
*to borrow a phrase from ivy
SEE NOW IT’S A THING, GUYS.
I’m sitting here on Craftsmate’s couch and I notice I have a new ask. I click on it and it’s literally from Craftsmate.
“Dude,” I say, “you’re sitting like two feet away from me. You seriously couldn’t just turn your…” The page loads this image. “Oh.”
So I’m just gonna leave this here because damn.
http://mastersteal.tumblr.com/
StandardHAHA YOU GOT IT
THANKS FOR THE PROMO
Wow now I know the reason people are giving me shit! To my followers that know me from the beginning (DRINKYOURCUNT) this guy mastersteal has posted the fake pretending to be the real me he has clearly stolen my videos and my old pictures I originally posted. How cute pretending to be me while I deactivated my blog for a year. Well now it’s over. I’m back. REBLOG THIS
Why would you plagiarize DYC and think you could get away with it?
He’s like the patron saint of cumblr.
Sexy tumblrs everywhere were going to figure this shit out damn fast.
“Awww,” Craftsmate said when he saw whyexactly’s comment. “He thinks you’re already housebroken. But that’s just not true.”
There is so much condescension in being told to slow down.
Like, “shh, shh, sweetheart, slow down.”
I can honestly barely write it, it makes me blush so much.
“Sweetheart, what were you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Sweetheart…”
“Nothing at all.”