You Better Put Me on Speed Dial

Howdy ya'll, I'm Ellen Harvelle. I'm was proud owner of a roadhouse that was waystation for hunters and the occasional time traveler... that is until some demon blew it up with me inside it.

Also for the moment I've been turned 25.

aim: RHMommaEllen

Who I Follow

xoxoladyloki:

-makes ellen smack herself in the face repeatedly- Ellen, stop hitting yourself. Hitting people is completely unnecessary. -watches as ellen keeps slapping herself- Ellen seriously stop hitting yourself. -yawns and curls back up under the covers-  

Go back to Asgard you selfish bitch. *leaves*

xoxoladyloki:

No I’m not in pain, I’m…just confused and frustrated. 

*slaps cheek* Oh cut the bullshit, that’s pain. Runnin’ away from people ain’t gonna save you from it, it’ll cause more. Pain is the price we pay to feel. Deal with it.

xoxoladyloki:

No, I keep myself safe from any unnecessary pain this way. -nods as if she’s trying to convince herself-

Oh really? So you’re not in pain? You were just hiding under the covers like a child because you weren’t in pain?

xoxoladyloki:

So what, you’re an exception to the rule then? I highly doubt that, I let you in on bits a pieces sure, but you don’t know close to half of the things about me except what I show on the surface. 

*shakes head* You give away more than you think. You leave yourself weak and alone this way, Loki. 

((Any one else find this funny?))

xoxoladyloki:

Why thank you, Ellen. No one has ever told me that before. -clearly she’s being a sarcastic little shit-

I don’t have to ask you, but you do. So shut the hell up.

((OMG! GIZMO WITH A SANTA HAT! SO CUTE I COULD DIE!))

((OMG! GIZMO WITH A SANTA HAT! SO CUTE I COULD DIE!))