goregeuse

Now that The Dark Night series is done, could we have an Arkham series?

Fri, 27 Jul 2012 19:42:59 -0400

I need the video games to be brought to life. I’m dying here, people.

The problem with supernatural entity themed movies:

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 13:13:32 -0400

Sam and Dean would straight up exorcise, ghost-kill, tarnish, wreck and slay all these creatures.

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Sun, 08 Jul 2012 14:17:32 -0400

Lady Bane

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 14:04:46 -0400

Lady Bane

the base of my joker lamp

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 13:58:09 -0400

the base of my joker lamp

Blacklite Batman Lamp

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 12:16:39 -0400

Blacklite Batman Lamp

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Sat, 07 Jul 2012 22:14:40 -0400

Supernatural Animated Series

Sat, 07 Jul 2012 21:52:24 -0400

It is good?

A tidbit:

Sat, 07 Jul 2012 20:50:28 -0400

I enjoy video games. In fact, I have a Playstation 3, Xbox 360 and a Nintendo Wii. I have video games from COD - MW3 and Black Ops, to Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess. I have beaten every Mario game in North American existence. I have slayed zombies, gone to space, the Mushroom Kingdom and Hyrule. I have worked as a team and against people. I’ve screamed into mics. I have crushed the Joker. I’ve been to many Pokemon regions and I have almost collected them all. I’ve went to Hogwarts, I’ve shot lightening and web out of my wrists. I’ve danced and danced until the revolution was over, and then I picked up some wiimotes and I just danced. I’ve hidden under blankets in fear of weird creatures crawling on the floor and fought skeletons and dancing nurses. I’ve finished them.

I am a god damn gamer. Please don’t put “girl” in front of that, just because I have a vagina does not mean I should be subjected into an entirely different category.

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Thu, 05 Jul 2012 23:04:51 -0400

Reblog/Like this if you post these:

Wed, 04 Jul 2012 11:36:40 -0400

Supernatural
Harry Potter
Disney anything
Skeletons
Gossip Girl

I’ll likely follow you for some smiles.

I also have a twitter account.

Tue, 03 Jul 2012 22:25:03 -0400

@gorgeuse

Not to be full of myself, but I’m pretty fucking hilarious. #humblebrag

This warms my heart. Exquisite.

Tue, 03 Jul 2012 22:20:56 -0400

This warms my heart. Exquisite.

I miss The Walking Dead. Le cry like a fucking baby.

Tue, 03 Jul 2012 22:18:54 -0400

I miss The Walking Dead. Le cry like a fucking baby.

I found this on the something called internet? I wouldn’t...

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 22:44:41 -0400

I found this on the something called internet? I wouldn’t DARE eat it. I would let it sit with ice fans that I will invent so it never goes bad. I will spray it with a glaze that solidifies until I am 80 years old and in the inevitable cold hands of death, then I will eat it and it will grant me eternal youth.

Friendship: Mittens and Jensen

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 22:36:07 -0400

Me: Eric, your birthday present finally came. I just have to go pick it up. (It's a dildo)
Eric: Hahaha, just what I wanted.
Me: Just kidding.
Eric: GOD DAMNIT.
Me: IT'S TWO DILDOS!
Eric: YAY! I will look forward to exploring my anal cavities. And other peoples anal cavities too!

I love you, Charlie Day.

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 23:20:40 -0400

I love you, Charlie Day.

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Thu, 28 Jun 2012 23:18:32 -0400

Go.

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 22:44:26 -0400

I’ll title this last.

I have never been good at introductions; I will never be good at them as well. I focus too much on the opening, eager for an attention grabber despite knowing that in all forms of literature; and in all forms of life, it’s what dominates the story line that holds us until it ends. I will be simple, despite having a scatterbrain. I will attempt to tell my story without embarking on a tale. This first post will be the bandaid of my life. I am about to rip it off.

My given name, Jennifer Marie Dawn Scott has been drastically reduced to something I never really understood but went with anyway: They call me ‘Jensen’. This of course, adding an adorable antidote to my life - my boyfriends name is Benson. And despite the sheer sitcomness our names present, he is my other half, everything I have ever hoped for and wanted in a man and I love him.

I am 25 years old, and in my life like many others, I have been to hell in back. When I was a wee tot, I was terrified at the prospect of a world in flames lying just below us, but as my life as unfolded, my fear of hell as diminished. Hell is just something we walk on everyday, it coincides with heaven. Life is both beautiful and ugly.

I am not usually this serious; far more than anything, I enjoy to laugh and to smile and to give others the same joyous feeling. My jokes can be rather daunting and immature, or perhaps even inappropriate, but I am stuck on the solid and inconceivable fact that we only life once, I mean, fuck it: YOLO, you guys.

I love supernatural, magical and fantastical things and beings. I often dream of The Hogwarts Express still coming to save me from the dreary simplicity of what us ‘muggles’ are stuck with. I am an avid lover as zombies, dystopia fiction and the god damn Batman.

I have seven tattoos that represent me in seven different ways, I am and I am not a carbon copy of the rest of humanity:
My first is L O V E, written on my left forearm below a single freckle in stencil. I have a soulmate out there with the same tattoo on her opposite arm. This was before the movement, but I am not at all concerned with the meaning. If you look at it and think I support people not killing themselves, well, that’s not a bad thing.
My second tattoo is who I believe is my grandmother, who despite not knowing very well, held a very strong aspect in my life. It is in old school art with a banner that states “Out of sight, but in my heart”.
My third, a cherry blossom tree that I had on me after I escaped deaths grim hands. Anyone who questions this, look up the definitive nature of a cherry blossom tree and then try not to tell me this is an incorrect gesture for the rapid movement of life.
My fourth, during an ‘artistic’ stage in life, and also in dedication to my mother, an Andy Warhol flower, located above my hip.
Then, in a notion to help a friend and because I do believe that the message of the series is impactful, the mockingjay from The Hunger Games and in the spirit of the moment, right below it, Harry Potters scar. My last, below my left collarbone, above my heart, words that I stand by: What’s past is prologue. A shakespeare quote, a Spock line from Star Trek, a devine interpretion that my story is the combined effort of everything I have ever experienced and pulled myself up from, and the collectiveness to where I am at in my tale.

Last, and certainly not least to bridge the gap. I have a best friend. Her name is Sarah Gowing and she is the light in my darkness. For 13 years she has been my polar opposite, and through all tides of life, whether it be complicated like death, or petty like boys, we have been there, she has been there, by my side holding my hand through it all. And though we don’t get to see each other often, she is still a piece of my heart. The Princess Peach to my Princess Daisy, the Serena to my Blair and I love her to itty bitty pieces.

So alas, my story did eventually turn into a tale, but now it is out of the way and thus I can begin.

Go.