Fiction: Always Better Than Reality

Hiya~ I go by Maccy!
Welcome to my blog, or, what I like to call, a visual display of what's going through my mind at random intervals of time. :'D
You are bound to find many fandoms, character obsessions, the occassional fanfic, personal thoughts, and a bunch of other junk here. At this point in time, however, these are my main obsessions.

° "Sofia the First"
° "Kingdom Hearts" Series
° "Mana Khemia" Series
° "Final Fantasy" Series
° "Tales of ..." Series
° "Repo! The Genetic Opera"

I tend to jump around. ^^;
Besides my obvious love for my fandoms, I also enjoy writing, drawing, roleplaying, and, frankly, anything that involves me putting words or pictures on a blank page. (: So! Don't be afraid to ask for a roleplay or a fanfic trade. I promise, I'm the least threatening person on the planet. :B
And speaking of non-threatening, I love meeting new people~ I'm kind of a Social Butterfly, so even if you don't talkto me, I garuntee you, eventually I will say hi or something to you. I'm very sarcastic, as well. This is a pre-warning to all of you... My dry humor can sometimes be overbearing... ^^: Though, I promise, my friendlines outweighs my sarcastic side, so no worries. (Not trying to sound cocky or nothing :P)
Anyway, that's all I got, brosephs and brosephines. I pretty much fail at the "About Me" part of any website, so thanks for sticking with me until the (horribly transitioned) ending. So, with that, I'm gonna' go eat banana pudding. Bye, and hopefully I'll get to meet you. :3
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Anytime I get to hear Jim Cumming’s voice (Wormwood), I’m pleased.

*Cedfia shipping instincts intensify with new StF episode*
Meep, they hugged, They hugged willingly. CEDRIC hugged willingly.

In other news, I love this and dislike it. I miss the slightly more arrogant and evil Cedric. Disney, quit teasing me.


i yearbooked

i yearbooked hard

have some pines twins, grades 9-12

(via totallyfubar)

I take no solace or joy in this man’s passing. We will not dance upon his grave, nor stand vigil at his funeral holding “God Hates Freds” signs, tempting as it may be.

He was a tormented soul, who tormented so many. Hate never wins out in the end. It instead goes always to its lonely, dusty end.

George Takei on Fred Phelps (via letsdiealyricaldeath)


i want a late night adventure. i want someone to call me up and say, “i’m outside. let’s go do something!” i want to go out late at night in my pj’s and my hair all tied up. maybe drive around. go to a park and just swing on the swings. maybe sit in the grass and watch the stars or maybe go to a 24 hour food place and pig out. i just want a late night adventure with people i like to be around. no drama. nothing but good vibes and good company.

(via shut-it-nerd)


OMG!!!! I went to and made this shirt but I can’t really buy it and now Im Soooooo SAD!!!!





Reblogging for pluto.

Pluto is still a planet to me i love you little plannet

One time I had to name a planet on a test, and I chose Pluto, not knowing it wasn’t considered a planet anymore. I get my test back, and it was marked wrong, and I can not explain to you the confusion and sadness it brought me!
Pluto is still planet to me~

(via thegreatstorycollector)





if you look up olaf you either get the snowman or the one who’s trying to kill three orphans for money

or both


*whispers* do you wanna kill an orphan

"Where’s the Roast Beef?"

(via generalscareoff)


Page two~ I feel more relaxed being past the first page

"Red. Red as the roses that blossomed in the Courtyard, or red as the sun when it made its way down to the horizon. Or, perhaps, as red as the blood that had seeped from the wounds and stained her dress that fateful evening, or as red as her once flushed cheeks- the contrast even more significant as the crimson glow drained from them with each passing moment. Red was a fickle color in the Sorcerer’s mind. It took on many perspectives and many meanings. It could be soothing… or atrocious. It could be full of passion and love, or it could be full of passion and loathing. It all depended on the context of his situation. Though, more often than not, it ended up on the latter side of the two…"

I have no idea what I just wrote, nor why I wrote it. I should be writing an essay! What am I doing!!!!???