My parents are trying to convince me to move to Texas to do housekeeping for my dad at his new parish assignment. They can’t pay me enough to cover my bills, and god knows what jobs I could get there. Not fucking happening, assholes. You’ll have to actually kick me out, and I’ll still have to come pretty close to dying before I go to Texas.
Okay but like, headcanon that Pidge took a bunch of spare tickers and reprogrammed them in her spare time to act like rudimentary smartphones for all of them. She programs a space twitter onto it and everyone is instantly hooked
Lance: Hah, look guys! Keith only has six followers on Space Twitter, how lame!
Keith: Lance, there’s only six other people on the ship.
Lance: Pfft whatever mullet, still lame.
Keith: *goes to Lance’s page, hits unfollow* Hey guys, Lance only has five followers on Space Twitter, how lame.
As many of us already know (and it has already been confirmed) the next AU we will see in Underverse is Underswap. What do you expect to happen in 0.3?
I know I’m a few days late, but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and I had to make this. My guess is that Cross’ll use Papyrus against Sans. And since Underswap Paps uses orange magic (I think that’s canon?) and you have to keep moving to avoid damage, I just fell in love with the though of poor Sans having to run for his life…waiting for a chance to attack ;)
i had this friend. loud, vivacious, and brimming with energy and colour. her sun-bright smile drew others to her like moths to flame; and yet she could always pick me out from the crowd effortlessly. i wondered how she did that, why she’d pick me over many.
she was the kind of person you could never look away from for long, but i saw her better from my peripherals. when she lifted her chin, her face would become awash with glowing light; and then she’d laugh about her pale skin, and the ruddy cheeks and dark freckles would appear again, as if they’d momentarily blanked out. when she grew protective, her blue eyes would spark dangerously and burn white; and then she’d blink, and the glint of her glasses would stand in with explanation.
but i saw her best from the back. when she’d run, her fire-bright curls would flare out behind her like wings.
as flighty as she was, she always came back to me. i wondered why.
she told me, once.
one day, before class had started, when i was in the middle of falling asleep in the sunbeam warming my desk, she turned around in her seat to talk to me. she spoke with her whole body, from her waving hands to her bouncing shoulders.
then she petered off, and settled into stillness. watchfulness. despite all the eyes on her, she only saw me.
“hey,” she said. “could you look at me for a sec?”
and when i lifted my head to look at her straight on, she smiled as if she’d found the answer.
“look at that,” she murmured. “your eyes have halos in them too.”
HUFFLEPUFF: “Not everyone has to be the Chosen One. Not everyone has to be the guy who saves the world. Most people just have to live their lives the best they can, doing things that are great for them, having great friends, trying to make their lives better, loving people properly. All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyway.” –Patrick Ness (The Rest of Us Just Live Here)