•The Days of Hegg•

23, metaller, woman.

Stuff that happens in my days, things I find funny or interesting and some of my arty-balls.
Also my occasional ramblings.

I got a Twitter too! @queen_ropagrim.

Here is a link to my old blog: http://thedaysofhegg.blogspot.co.uk/

thisdorkyblogthing said: FMGDW- Tom Hiddleston, but his dick is one of those giant novelty pencils, Sebastian Stan, but his dick is made out of lego, or Chris Hemsworth, who has an entirely normal dick, but he has on a chastity belt of which neither of your has the key to.

thebollyknickers:

omg does tom’s penis say things like ‘greetings from disneyland’

omg seb’s peen is lego

omg this makes it so much harder

heh harder

okay so I’ll

…. 

um
DAMNIT

I’ll get drunk with tom to see what he’d do with his big pencil shlong or be like mr squiggle where he can draw things upside down and I can guess them

I’ll do the diddly with 

… ahhh..

okay

damnit

um

I’ll marry Hemmyhoot and we can be australian together and pretend our life is normal even with his heavy chasity belt

while I try to do the diddly do with seb or I’ll just sit on his face while trying to never step on his dick or sing everything is awesome to it

HOLY SHIT, I’M IN PAIN. My cackles sound like I’m crying now.
"big pencil shlong"
"and pretend out life is normal even with his heavy chastity belt" I fucking imagined him like in the first Thor instead of tight jeans it’s a chastity belt. I did myself more physical injury with that though, oh jesus!

craigknowles:

A punky dame….not Tank GIrl.

Is that Pinky?

craigknowles:

A punky dame….not Tank GIrl.

Is that Pinky?

wilwheaton:

bearhatalice:

geardrops:

professional punk fuck yes

Puppy Core

Sand Punk For LIFE!

Pain Goth…I’m not sure to be annoyed because it’s somewhat accurate or because I got Pain Goth.

(Source: nanobotswarm)

This song is kicking my arse full force!!

(Source: Spotify)

Mood: Longing/Poetic?
Listening: 
Some badass busking with his electric violin (on loop)
Reading: 
Othello
Watching:
 Supernatural (catch-up)
Playing: Doodle God
Eating: 
Popcorn
Drinking:
Hot Vimto


I have a lot of romantic love to give. It’s all boxed up with a blank name tag and ready to go but nobody to give it to. It sits on a shelf and collects dust.

Whenever there’s someone I fancy, I contemplate whether I’ll be dusting the box off and writing his name on the tag but I never get the chance to do so.

Whenever I hear a piece of music that makes me think of this box (like the one linked above), I have to get a slightly bigger box to fit the love into. New wrapping paper, new ribbon, same blank tag. All fresh and waiting to be gifted.
I guess depending on who you are, box sizes vary. I’d say mine is a nice, neat medium size. Some people have large boxes, some have small. Some may not even have a box at all to give.

I wrote a name on the tag once, I finally had the balls to do that. When it came to finally gifting him the box, all dusted off and named, he didn’t want it and made some stuff up to make me feel better.
I now keep that tag next to my box…y’know, just in case.
Then there’s also the case of when I can’t write his name on the tag. I won’t allow myself to do it. Our situations are too different for me to do so. Also I’m sure he’s received a box already…oh well…sigh.

Anyways, in case you missed the link here it: Badass violinist. I don’t want to listen to anything else for a long time now.