ugh omg quick post to just explain to you how wonderful mel is and how i have the best roommates in the entire world
i left my lord of the rings extended edition dvds at school and was super furious at myself over it. so mel offered to send them to me and they got here TODAY and she sent them like yesterday and seriously tho, this is so typical of her. she is such an intensely good friend and extremely selfless but if you told her that she’d laugh at you. i know the dvds seem like a small thing but it’s basically a symptom of the larger disease at hand: mel’s complete and utter awesomeness.
basically everyone should go follow and worship and adore mel
happy 21st darlin
love you madly, deeply, ridiculously, etc.
you are so intensely fantastic, there are no words.
Mel celebrates this every day.
i miss you. i miss shouting at you and throwing things at you and agreeing with you and bursting into your room at inopportune moments to update you on whatever i just reblogged despite the fact that you’re going to see it in three seconds anyway once you refresh your dash but whatever it was it was something i wanted to tell you first. i miss you finishing my sentences and making fun of me. i miss your obsession with your ridiculous pillow and your stupid dances that make me laugh. i miss owning people at beer pong with you and playing flip cup where our intensity clearly outstrips everyone else’s.
please come back soon.
randoming through my blog and i found this. still true. miss you melahneeee.
melociraptor replied to your post: dear castle writers,
once again..no idea. creying with you. it’s sympathy. like…when you’re sad, im just like “something is not right” (Madeline reference) and im just like “omg my becca creys alarm just went off.”
becca is fucking creying so hard right now and omg your madeline reference literally just made my heart swell three sizes too big for my chest. you’re my favoriteeeeee.
i love my roomies.
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YOU GUYS LOOK WHAT MEL BOUGHT ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY.
CUPCAKE MAKING IS THE ONLY KIND OF SCIENCE I WILL EVER BE GOOD AT.
I dont wanna know how the boys at that school get along. I don’t want to know how they open doors so their one and only lead singer can make an entrance for a random song. I dont wanna know how they arrange their numbers or throw their sheet music when they get into a song. I dont want to know anything about The Warblers. They are irrelevant.
The only thing I want to know about in regards to Dalton is Kurt…and all we see is him mindlessly harmonizing in the background in a drab uniform.
So not only does the show not afford our own Gleeks the fun bonding time and insight into the only group dynamic I actually care about, but we dont get to see Kurt be himself or sing…or even feel uncomfortable being a drone. It’s all wrong. They’re just grouping Kurt in with a bunch of kids I dont care about in addition to giving them screen time/friend time/jam time while also taking away from the kids I actually do care about. I’d actually sigh in relief to see Kurt argue for a Rachel solo even just to get shot down because at least he can and wants to grab that solo. This is all wrong.
FUCK DALTON. GOD I AM SO FED UP. CANT YOU TELL.
And don’t give me the “McKinley’s not safe thing” because Kurt’s father had a heart attack and recovered all in the span of an episode. If they wanted to wrap up Karofsky’s storyline in say 3 episodes, they could have done so. Kurt could have been back by the hiatus if they wanted to. This is being dragged out. I want nothing more than Kurt’s safety and happiness. But Kurt being told he’s “trying too hard,” and mindlessly harmonizing and swaying in the back and looking content with it in a blazer of conformity IS NOT THE KURT WE KNOW AND LOVE.
FREE KURT. His safety is the only issue left to address here because if this is what they call happiness for Kurt and it takes this much of a sacrifice of Kurt’s character and individuality to get it, then I overestimated how much they care about Kurt’s character.
oh god mel, i’m so attracted to you right now. *swoons*
strictlybecca replied to your post: Hey. Hey Mel. Hey. Hey. Hey Mel. Hey. You’re awesome.
Your gratitude to that alot is very refreshing. THERE’S NEVER AN EXCUSE FOR STIRRUP PANTS. I MEAN… POOR GRAMMAR.
Just so everyone can see how epic we are.
Seriously, not that I’m inviting internet strangers into my dorm, but you should hang with Becca and I for 5 minutes. You will hear more TV and movie references than you would in a Gilmore Girls episode.
We’re funnier too.
AND NOT YALIES. FUCK YALE.
OMG, I was gonna say something about not being a fuckin’ Yalie! J’adore.
Okay, I just tagged this post with every tag that I have that relates to your name. Why are you so obsessed with me?!
so much truth.
It’s not just my Beauty and the Beast loving heart that’s coming to defend Belle here. Even this tried to lump her in with the rest, but she still sticks out: Belle is the one that saves the prince, not the other way. And, Beast, once he realizes that she’s not just the object of his salvation, but his chance at love and happiness, tries to woo her with a library not pretty dresses or anything that would objectify, represent, or showcase her sexuality. (Now the actual fairytale is pretty much the opposite of this graphic: the Beast represents fear of sexuality, which was viewed as bestial and scary for women at the time. If anything, sexuality is not her token to salvation, but something to come to terms with. The story is a path to accepting sexuality rather than the object that attracts heroes who save damsels in distress. But that’s a completely different story than the Disney version…but still, Belle doesn’t belong up there).
Belle and Meg kick ass. My favorite Disney gals.
Took the words right out of my mouth m’dear.
I think we should all try to make “fetch” happen. Tumblr loves Mean Girls, and I think we all owe it to Gretchen to use “fetch” whenever possible. Spread the word around Tumblr.
Fetch WILL happen. Let’s do this!
You are so fetch. I fetching luff you.
That’s the fetchest compliment I have ever received.
Have to reblog this because
1. It’s you.
2. I promised.
3. Fetch is fetch, baby.