Random Ramblings & Fabulous Fangirling

-also known as-
Katie, Kate or Kat

31, cis-female, bisexual, pagan.

Slightly mad, but oh-so-lovable and squishy.
Loves her family, fiance and friends, the insanity called life and looking at life with a good sense of humor.

A multi-shipper, but I have my favourites.
Love reading fanfic, write a little of my own.

Addicted To
Medieval faires
Wonderfully scented things
Unconventional pastimes
Anything else that makes life a little more unusual or fun.

Current Obsessions
Pacific Rim
Almost Human
Sleepy Hollow
Marvel Movies

Past Obsessions
Harry Potter
Buffy the Vampire Slayer




My favorite women of Afro Punk 2K14. It was really hard to pick just 10.

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Look at how beautiful black women are. Look at us.
Good GAWD!

I look awful but I mean this is a dope photoset

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After 10 years of hearing kitchen, sandwich, driving, fake geek girls, being physically weak, and PMS Jokes. I do not care about hurting the feelings of boys with (stereotypically masculine)jokes.

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Photo from writeworld.

Basically, starts from when Kevin is rescued by Metatron and goes really AU from there.

Disclaimer: photo from writeworld and I don’t own Supernatural.


She was somewhere rural. Lots of rolling hills and green grass. The exact location was unknown to her, and she didn’t really care.

She was angry at the Winchesters. In her fury she hadn’t thought of anything, she just needed to get away.

Meg paced around, not letting herself take in her surroundings. Memories were swirling like a tidal wave. Crashing like waves against her subconscious. That farmhouse looked like where she would milk the goats. That tree looked like the one her brothers would climb and most likely fall out of.

Memories of her human life had never bothered her before. Her name, her family, everything that had made her human, had been forgotten to her. But Crowley’s friggin’ angel blade, had done something.

She had died, her insides had crackled and burned. It was hard to sat how long she had been a speck of nothing, before something was tugging her back to earth.

Meg had been scared shitless as she found herself looking at an arched ceiling. Turning her head to the side, she saw Castiel.

"Clarence, what have you done?" She whispered, her throat hurt. Everything hurt.

"Saved you. Isn’t this what you want?" He looked puzzled.

"How long was I dead?"

"Weeks. I have fixed your damaged vessel-"

"Why am I back?"

"Because we need a demon to become human." The older Winchester appeared in her vision. "I mean, that’s what we think it’s talking about. It’s part of this three trial thing we’re doing. God’s chosen trials and all."

"And why do you need me?" Meg asked.

"You’re a demon. We need you to become human." Castiel confirmed.


That was how she found herself staring at the sunny, blue sky, lying down on a hill. The sun was behind a cloud, it’s beams shooting out around the cloud. She’d never see Heaven, so she pretended it was just behind the cloud, and she had caught a glimpse of Castiel’s home.

The brothers were probably furious. No other demon to cure, because Meg knew they wouldn’t just pick any demon to turn human. They’d choose one they knew. And demons who they knew on a fairly personal level were scarce.

"There you are." A familiar voice broke her somewhat peaceful silence.

"Unicorn." Meg let slip. Castiel was silent, Meg hoped Sam hadn’t spilled anything.

Go. Save your brother…and my unicorn.

"No, I’m an angel." So he hadn’t said anything. Good.

"What do you want." Meg said flatly.

"For you to come back. The Winchesters and I need you."

"I know. To be cured.”

"That’s why they need you, yes. But I need you too." 

"Sappy." She grinned slightly. She was needed?

"Why don’t you want to come back?" 

She said the need to destroy things couldn’t be fulfilled as a mortal.

"Become a hunter."

She didn’t want to kill her own kind. She wanted to kill hunters.

"You’ve killed your own kind before."

But that was because she wanted to get to Crowley, so she had needed to be on the Winchester’s good side.

"Meg, what’s the real reason you are so adamant to stay a demon?" Castiel asked.

"I’ve told you."

"You’re lying."

"Fine. You want to know why?" Meg could feel anger curling in her belly, ready to strike. "Human.” She spat out. “I don’t want to be human. I want to be the kickass demon who can kill a man with my mind. Who can slash a hellhound to ribbons. Not a weak, breakable human who can’t even see a hellhound. I have power Clarence, and I don’t want to lose it. To be that vulnerable, I’d rather die.”

He was silent for a long time. Meg started to think he was never going to speak.

"You’re the strongest person I know." He said it so softly, she didn’t think she’d heard him right. With a rustling of wings, he was gone before she could say anything.

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Jason Momoa for Men’s Health UK October issue (x)

He could wreck it. Whenever.

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sometimes tumblr’s US-centric social justice makes me so fucking frustrated. Right now sweden’s third biggest party are literally neo-nazis and our elections couldn’t even get onto trending tags today, goddamit.

Okay, so the post is gaining notes and…

There’s a second interesting tidbit in all that “lesbians are more likely to be fat” business. As it turns out, queer girls (lesbians AND bisexuals) are ALSO more likely to NOT THINK they’re fat, even when their BMI puts them in one of the “overweight” categories. On the flip side, straight girls are more likely to think of themselves as fat even when they’re not. That’s right, “overweight” queer ladies tend to be less critical of their bodies than straight women. Researchers want to call this a problem of self-perception, but I have a different theory. It could be, perhaps, that queer girl culture doesn’t suffer the incessant, unreasonable pressure of the male gaze in the same way that straight girl culture does. After all, if you don’t have to concern yourself with attracting men as romantic partners, it’s considerable more reasonable to not give a fuck about their photoshopped-magazine-and-mainstream-pornography-fueled beauty standards, and you might be less likely to internalize that garbage.


October is tomorrow.

why the fuck is Darren Wilson still not arrested?

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The NFL has apologized for penalizing Muslim player for praying 

Another week done, another PR disaster for the NFL.

This one came in the middle of Monday Night Football, after Kansas City Chiefs safety Husain Abdullah returned an interception for a touchdown. Abdullah is a practicing Muslim — he even skipped an entire football season to make a pilgrimage to Mecca — and prostrated himself in the end zone in prayer. The result? A 15-yard penalty for excessive celebration.

The apologized for this one quickly

Yet Tebow never got penalized for kneeling and praying and practicing his religion.

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Dylan O’Brien for Elle Magazine


Dylan O’Brien for Elle Magazine

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