I am a Hearing person who actively promotes the Deaf world to others in hope to rid of childish prejudice and broaden peoples' minds.
I am a freelance writer, a student, training to become a teacher & an auntie.
I'm at University studying; English Language & Linguistics and Deaf Studies.
Happily taken by Lee.
Oh, and I love wolves.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I’m giving my kids a test tomorrow…
only the basic things of reading and writing, although…
Is it bad that instead of writing some quick paragraphs that involve past tense, progressive endings and plurals, I’ve just copied and pasted some less intense sections of my fanfiction?
“Miss, who is Eric Northman and what is sexual tension?”
I’M KIDDING.
Would be fucking hilarious though, just slam in a sex scene and watch their faces crinkle with confusion and disgust.
I’m such a horrible teacher.
Anna Paquin in a black dress.
FUCKING SEASON 5 TRUE BLOOD
I AM PISS MY PANTS EXCITED ABOUT TRUE BLOOD.
How good did Sookie’s hair look in the sneak peek? What, I’m the only one that noticed? DON’T CARE. DAMN, THAT GIRL IS LOOKING FINE.
Alcide and his little growl.
Lafayette being all protective and my favouite of ALL TIME.
TOO FUCKING EXCITED, TOO FUCKING READY.
![“Has your excuse of a male companion finally gone?” A low mutter came from the doorway.
I had partially expected this; I knew Eric wasn’t the type to be disgruntled by some other type of competition. I just couldn’t tell if he was angry or amused but either way- I was entertained.
My eyes roamed the pages upon my laptop, looking at the article but not actually seeing it. I wanted to annoy him; hell, he’d annoyed me enough recently. I continued to stare at the bright screen within my dimly lit bedroom, not showing any blatant response to him; hearing a small growl burrowing within his broad chest.
So, it was an angry mutter…[Link to full text]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzpmqglqbx1qa04xjo1_500.jpg)
“Has your excuse of a male companion finally gone?” A low mutter came from the doorway.
I had partially expected this; I knew Eric wasn’t the type to be disgruntled by some other type of competition. I just couldn’t tell if he was angry or amused but either way- I was entertained.
My eyes roamed the pages upon my laptop, looking at the article but not actually seeing it. I wanted to annoy him; hell, he’d annoyed me enough recently. I continued to stare at the bright screen within my dimly lit bedroom, not showing any blatant response to him; hearing a small growl burrowing within his broad chest.
So, it was an angry mutter…
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