Karlyflower *The Vampire Ninja, Luminescent Monster & Wendigo Nerd Goddess of Canada (according to The Hulk)* > Recent Status Updates

We took down eighty-seven Unseelie that night.
Then we lost count.

YUS!!!

OMG,OMG Christian is the Lying Cat.....

Gods, that would SUCK!!

She would remember what I'd said. She would cling to it during her worst moments and it would get her through, the same way my Aunt Eileen's promise that I would one day be pretty had gotten me through.
And THIS right here is why none of these books, though addictive, have gotten a 5 star. Beauty is not EVERYTHING, being beautiful alone doesn't get you through jack shit. Having spine and inner fire DOES!/rant

Wanting to bone V'lane is wrong, right? RIGHT!

*swats brain* Stop that!

Ironically, when your world comes completely unglued, it's the paste of the everyday, meaningless little things that suddenly seem like real gems.



Bull's eye, Mac!

"I liked that shirt," he snarled. He rose over me, a dark demon, glistening in the torchlight, dripping sweat and blood, his torso covered with tattoos that disappeared beneath his waistband.

Oh for fuck's sake..... *fans self*

*glares and hisses* I fecking hate you, Barrons.

close only counts in hand-grenades and horseshoes.

Excepting that I say it opposite, horseshoes and hand-grenades, this is a saying I use with frequency. (That I learned from my dad)

There are some lines you just can't let another person cross. They don't always seem like the most important things, but only you can know what they are, and when you butt up against one, you have to defend it.

*fist bump*

"One day you may kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence."
"Right, and one day my prince might come."
"I doubt he'll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are."

TRUTH!



*hisses* I still hate you, Barrons...

"You must be Jack Lane," said Barrons.

Oh man, please kick this cocky asshole's ass, Mr. Lane, PLEASE!!!

Inside me was a Mac I'd never met before. I couldn't dress her up. I couldn't make her take a bath. She wouldn't mix in pleasant society. I couldn't corral a single one of her thoughts. My only hope was she wouldn't suddenly sprout a mouth.
She was a bloodthirsty, primitive little savage.
And she hated pink.

*rubs hands together*

It's our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

There was no other way to explain why I was standing there wondering what it would be like to kiss Jericho Barrons.

There's this think called sexual attraction, Ms. Lane, perhaps you've heard of it?

JERICHO FUCKIN' BARRONS, you sir are a goddamn MENACE!!



(for the record you're still a jackass)

He smiled faintly. "I don't think you understand, Ms. Lane. I won't let it kill you. No matter what." He stood and walked across the room. As he opened the door, he shot over his shoulder, "And one day you will thank me for it."



Are YOU a charmer, Jericho....

Okay, so yes 8 pages later she puts him in his place.

However, I still want to deck Barrons in the face - with a tire iron - for saying it in the first place. *crosses arms and glares*

McCabe laughed, "She talk?"
"Not unless I tell her to. Her mouth's usually too full."

Notwithstanding the fact that I, in Mac's place, would have quickly removed my shoe and brained Jericho for that putrid and vile statement; you didn't even share an outraged conversation about its inappropriateness?! My feminist hackles, they raise high.

Fuck.this.guy.

Ahhh, the famous 'Jericho Barrons', we meet at last *eyebrow raise*

Do me a favour and lean that attracting face with the vaguely foreign accent over towards me so I can slap you!

Dealing with the Fae is like dealing with an addiction - you give in, they own you; you resist, they never will.

I've missed books about Fae...

BRING IT!!! I ain't skeerrrred!

There's always forever.

She smirked, but it was an expression on the edge of breaking. “Do you plead this way with all the girls?”
“I do anything I can with girls, and usually that’s everything.”
“I hope that’s not supposed to turn me on.”
I have Jack White's 'Love Interrupted' stuck in my brain... coincidence?! I think not.

He was cool and the night was warm, and she thought she was going to
die.

Oh dear *fans self*

How very Erik from Phantom of the Opera you are, at times, Prince...

I have the patience of a sinner!

she didn't like when the young mother went to church with their babies: They never stopped worrying that something might be amiss at home and so were never fully at their devotions in the church, and then on the way home they would hurry, fearing some neglect, and become overheated, some fell gravely ill and even died.

*snorts*

Why in the whole wide fucked-up world would Lukas ever want, let alone demand, to see that film?!

I know that trauma works in mysterious ways but hat's straight-up nutso!!

Why would anyone WANT to say they met at a wedding?!

I'm afraid I'm going to have to take a break from you, Drac.... I have spooky things that need doing.

It's not you, it's me!

I'm definitely NOT Ms. Politics but this shit made me laugh pretty hard:



*snorts*