Restarted my Pokemon Black, I was going to do a classic nuzlocke but then I realised I didn’t want to deal with the stress or emotional turmoil, so I’m just gonna go through the game and have a good time, with the only rules being a) I can only catch Pokemon based on mammals and b) I have to nickname them after wines
Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”
Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.
Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?
I really liked seeing Julia and Quentin hanging out. Because it’s just so platonic, and even shadeless Julia doesn’t want to disappoint him. It really shows, that even before Julia lost her shade, Quentin helped ground her to her emotions. They’re such good friends, because they balance each other out. I hope this is a foreshadowing to them fixing their friendship. I think it would be really pleasant for both of them to have someone who understands and knew who they were before all this crazy stuff happened.
Fun things about walking home at 1am with music in your headphones and alcohol in your system:
- there’s no one around to see you skipping up the road all silly-like
- the streetlights make everything look like Halloween
- nothing MATTERS
So today i was at the bakery wtf as a french person this is the worst text post intro i could make and i was wearing my Dipper’s cap and this woman working there asked me what i wanted and then she looked at me and her eyes widened and she screamed “OH MY GOD ?? IS THIS THE CAP FROM GRAVITY FALLS ??” and she stopped what she was doing to call her co-worker who was in the kitchen like “HEY C’MERE SOMEONE HAS DIPPER’S CAP” and the guy saw me and was like “hey boy plus you kinda look like a real-life version of him” and this just brightened my day my week my month my life
hey there everyone! it feels like years since I’ve posted a fic, and it feels weird to publish this. For the past 8 months or so I haven’t posted any new fic or updated my WIP Sparks, and I feel really bad but I’ve just really haven’t felt inspired even though I really wanted to write, added to the fact that my current and new (well it’s been 8 months it’s not totally new but who cares) job that takes most of my time and energy.
I’ve been wanting to get back to writing but since i have zero inspiration, my dear friend @phiralovesloki gave me some good advice to help me get back into it, which led me to try and rewrite an old story of mine. I decided to rewrite one of the first fics I’ve written three years ago (the writing was aaaaaawful, seriously it’s dreadful). I’m improving the story and I’ll probably end up changing a few (a lot?) of things, and let me reassure you, my writing got a lot better since! I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Now I’ll shut up and let you read it.
The evening had been busy and hectic, which made Emma appreciate the soft gust of wind as she walked out of the dinner. Monday nights at Granny’s were usually calm, which gave her some time to study in between clients. Maybe it was the nice warm weather that spring brought after a very cold winter that made people want to go out and have a meal outside of their houses. She was grateful for the tips; she usually didn’t make much on Monday’s, but the downside was that she was starting her week exhausted.
Emma debated with herself for a moment, pondering on whether she hailed for a cab or if she took the bus back to her apartment. Walking was out of the question, because her feet were killing her. The cab was quite tempting since she would be home in no time, but it meant spending some of the extra money she made tonight. With the financial strain that her and her brother had been going through, spending that extra money wouldn’t be wise. Emma sighed as she tried to muster some of the energy she had left and did the wise thing as she walked towards the bus stop. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to wait too long for the bus to arrive.
After what felt like hours (it was really fifteen minutes, but her tired state was playing tricks on her mind), Emma finally arrived at her apartment complex and slowly climbed the stairs up to her floor. Once she entered her apartment, she dropped her bag as she freed her feet from the pressure of her shoes and walked directly to the living room. She fell next to her brother on the couch and sighed with relief as she let her aching muscles finally relax. Her head slowly rolled to the side when David groaned as he closed his laptop, and she noticed that he looked tense.