After many technical difficulties, it’s finally recorded! This is an xmas present to my wonderful friend @g0shiki which happens to be a cover of the opening to Erased! Merry Christmas my meme friend! I hope you like it! (❁´◡`❁)
So according to an interview with Neil Gaiman in the back of Good Omens, before Terry Pratchett became a full time writer he wrote at least 400 words a day.
I’ve been trying it out for a couple weeks now and let me tell you 400 words is a totally awesome goal. It is very approachable and not intimidating, often leads to more than 400 words cause well now I have to finish this scene.
Seriously I probably would have written nothing in the last couple weeks, instead I’ve written 1000′s of words.
So, I actually checked out the AvAc reddit (confusing place. Like, how do you guys do it? Haha.) and I saw this post. Now THIS is a totally awesome gif! Haha. I absolutely LOVE Power Rangers/Sentai/Kamen Rider, like that’s my thing! So, seeing this and Amadeus perfectly chosen to be Zeo Green is just the best. Kudos to you, AvAc reddit user! :D
And a very happy birthday to the one and only petals42, whose beautiful mind created this entire thing. We’re going to be doing this whole thing together, her writing, me drawing, and in a convoluted way of testing our theory that we have a long distance mind meld going on, we won’t know what the other did until we post, so strap in!
the hot, athletic, Russian, “I look good without trying”, “Don’t you touch my sister or I will murder you”, “You know you want me in your pants right now” one,
and the cool, rocker, ahead of his time, “I look badass and I know it”, “I steal random shit because I can and what else I am supposed to do”, “Doing crazy shit gives me a thrill” one (that got a super sick slo-mo scene).
I think I speak for all of us here when I say I definitely can’t pick between them.
(side note: evan’s version was anti-authority and liked to nick things and was a fast talker, literally, and aaron’s version was quite a cocky piece of shit and protective as shit of his sister and between the two of them they got the impatience and the running down pat so I think that’s why I can’t pick one. They both make up the entire character so you can’t say one is better.)
Imagine Oikawa and Suga totally fighting over the last pair of shoes they both like at the shoe sale.
“Hand it over!”
“No, you hand it over, I got here first.”
“No, I was ahead in the line!”
“How would you know?!”
“Because I remember pretty guys well!”
“Wh..what?! Well, you’re prettier, so I need these shoes more!”
So @eileenthequeen, I saw your tags about the goat thing on my Rromani FAQ post and it reminded me to tell you guys the story about my ridiculous goat so here we go:
When I was little, my family was living in New Jersey for a while (USA) and we had a farm. Idk if it’s just my family or if it’s normal or whatever but we’ve always had horses and I had a goat friend named Rochelle (Chelley). Now, this goat was fucking fearless. I had a swing set with this totally awesome slide, and Chelley would literally climb the ladder and go down the slide. But that is not what this story is about.
So, one night we had this ridiculous storm. It knocked out the power where we lived, trees fell down and broke the fences on the horse paddocks, and one tree in particular caught fire because of lightning. The horses bolted into the woods, so my folks went and rounded up the neighbours to help track down the horses. They also noticed that Chelley the Goat was missing. She had been in a stall in the barn that night, so they figured she got scared and somehow managed to jump the wall and get out of the barn. Not surprising for a goat who can climb a fucking ladder, tbh.
They looked for the animals all night and managed to find all of the horses (I think we had like twelve at the time???), but there was not a single sign of this fucking goat. However, my mother, in all her fucking practicality, had put a fucking collar on my goat with a name tag and our address and phone number (who the hell puts a collar and a name tag on a goat??? daje, that’s who). So she figured they would call it a night and if someone found her, they would call.
Flash forward to the next afternoon.
My mother gets a phone call from somebody at the Delaware Memorial Bridge toll booth authority or whatever they’re called. Chelley. My motherfucking goat. This badass cabra motherfucker had cROSSED THE FUCKING DELAWARE MEMORIAL BRIDGE (FOUR MILES AWAY DOWN I-95) AND WAS BEING HELD AT THE FUCKING BRIDGE AUTHORITY UNTIL SOMEBODY COULD PICK HER UP.
For reference, here is a picture of the bridge that was conquered by a fucking nanny goat.