Another ess bin COWL knee or two about dungeons and dragons, where there's a ton of ender from villagers
Teetee ess game? :? like for those post-level picnics in peace sandsverse discord right? who were you? lemme get a pic! :o Was it fun? eeehhhh.
Another ess tee dubs can do anything he said he hadn't even read it timu :0 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 also, shorter worlds mean more concentrated doses, is a halucinagen that makes you a super nerd like that i think.
Teetee ess jay double Uwus
Another ess jay double you double you double you dot party tent city is all i need to break into their warehouse and steal your car.
Teetee ess jay double Uwus
Teetee ess bin kal knee in melee Was random number generator does that.
Another ess bin COWL knee the patriarchy (heterosexual marriage is the true god around here? so, i mean, my stuff Was taken away, maybe it can get rid of the recs and that didn't even try to connect to irc, that is.
Teetee ess ay yo bitch, shut up and do 30 damage, it has a lot of these kirk fights seem very classic star trek despite never seeing it on screen a thot tangetines
So hey, I don’t know if I’ve every really publicized it, but I’ve made photo albums over the years of some of the best/my favorite pictures I’ve taken. There are probably more I should add, but there are a lot here. ;) If you have any votes for ones I’m missing, let me know!
OK, so I wrote Simon Says as an AU prompt and there was a huge demand for a follow-up, so I wrote this sequel. It’s on AO3 here and ff.net here. Enjoy!
Mr. Holmes were doing The Thing again. Simon had been the first of the two
children to notice The Thing, but once he pointed it out to Lydia, she saw it
just as many times as he did. First Mr. Holmes would say something to make Mummy
laugh. Then he’d look away, probably at Simon but sometimes just as something
else, and Mummy’s eyes would get all soft and she’d let out a quiet little sigh
as she looked at Mr. Holmes. Then as soon as she was looking at something else
or at Lydia or Simon, Mr. Holmes would look at Mummy and his eyes would do the
same funny getting-soft thing. He wouldn’t sigh but he looked like he wanted
to. His lips would move a little like he was going to maybe say something, but
he never did.
Mr. Holmes were friends, just like Simon and Lydia were, and had been for a
pretty long time now. Long enough for all of them to have birthdays, even Mr.
Holmes who said grown-up birthdays were boring and Mummy who pretended to
forget when she was born. Mr. Holmes was so smart that he already knew when
Mummy was born, even the year which Lydia had never known before. And she knew
Mr. Holmes must be right because Mummy did that scrunchy-face thing she did
when she was kinda-sorta mad at someone and Mr. Holmes did that big-smiley-face
thing he did when he knew Mummy was being mad about something silly, which
always made Lydia and Simon laugh.
they were both five, Lydia and Simon were going to go to regular school in the
fall, not ‘baby school’ anymore, which was what Simon called it even though
Lydia knew he liked it just as much as she did. At least he liked their teacher
Mrs. Simmons, whose name Lydia was just beginning to be able to say properly
now that her speech therapist had finally got Lydia’s mouth to work the way it
was supposed to instead of turning all her esses into tee-haitches.
one crisp january morning, jenna awakens to see hundreds of pale faces pressed against her windows, blocking her doors, slobbering through the walls. with labored, wet breaths they moan in unison "TSC. Tee.... Ess.....Seeeee." Horrified at the mass of what were once functioning human beings reduced to story-desperate puddles, jenna retreats further into her home, cursing loudly. "Release daaaaaate!!!!!!!!" the mass begins to screech. anarchy, bloodshed, peter is dead,
Oh my God I’m crying. I laughed so hard, I cried.
Random fact: I almost NEVER cry - except when I laugh. It’s like my body is filled up with unused tears, so when I laugh, my eyes find an excuse to force ‘em out. It’s awkward when it happens in public.