Boundaries

look! the tardis! and a dalek!

I took these photos of the TARDIS and a Dalek the last time we were in London. That would be September of 2008… long before I became a Whovian. I don’t remember what possessed me to take them, but I am totally laughing my ass off right now because I did.

It’s yet another interesting way my life is circling back.

For example, this new job? Literally down the street from a place I used to work at when we first moved back to New England.

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Found this in a JohnLock fanfic and decided it was worth keeping…

You don’t ever have to feel guilty about removing toxic people from your life. You don’t have to make room for people who cause you pain or make you feel small. If a person disregards your feelings, ignores your boundaries, and continues to treat you in a harmful way, they need to go. - Daniell Koepke

I know there are probably a few people who are all like “pot? meet kettle.” and that’s fine. The door swings both ways.

 

My. Fucking. Feels.

As the kids say,

GO TO YOUR ROOM AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE

CUMBERBOOTY!

i think i love matt smith… he’s essentially me. but with a penis.

Day four at the new job… I can’t wait for the day when I’m counting it in years and not days. It’s a good fit.

Seriously, though, I don’t know why I bother with recruiters. So fucking useless. I’ve enjoyed telling them I’m employed now.

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My jeans are getting big on me. I’m taking that as a sign that the workouts are working… I’m assuming, too, that means that I will be ready for the GORUCK. Wooooooooo!!!!!

June 8th is both coming too quickly, and not quickly enough.

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Next weekend, I’m Albany bound. I think I may swing through Connecticut on my way home… there’s a boy I need to see.

Order has been restored to my life.

And it is good.

Very. Very. Good.

 

I understand only train station

a little lestrade never hurt no one…

I’m officially the UCONN GIRL! at my new job.

I suppose that’s not any worse than being known as “New Hampshire!”...

It’s two days in to the new job, so I can’t say anything about it. Right now, it’s a job. A job that pays well. A job with people I like.

That’s good enough for me.

 

It’s a thing. Really.

pirate!lock

I swear, I’m creating a new genre of Sherlock fan fiction… brOTP!Lock.

I started writing my own fanfic last night after reading about a gazillion fanfics that took something sweet and turned it into something disgustingly fluffy or something annoyingly smutty. Not everything needs to be romanticized or made truly dirty.

For example, I see stuff like this:

and I don’t necessarily see it in a sexual light. In fact, it reminds me of one of my little brothers and I curling up on the couch to watch movies together. He used to put his head in my lap, and I used to play with his hair. There was nothing sexual about it. There was nothing romantic about it. It was just two friends doing something that felt right to them. It happens.

So… I can imagine putting this into my fanfic and have it be completely normal.

It’s just a shame that some of the fandom needs to twist it into something else.