So I'm sure you saw that Niall made a dream jar to be auctioned off for charity for that BFG movie. With it he said “As a little boy, I liked the idea of floating above the trees and looking down on the world from above. Now I like the idea of having someone with me for the ride.” Could you please write a fluffy, but smutty blurb about this for me please! You're writing is the absolute best! I love reading your stuff! You'd make my life complete if you did this for me!
Valentine’s Day was never your favorite holiday. If anything it was a holiday you just sort of got through more than anything. You’d only had a boyfriend during Valentine’s Day once in your entire dating career and that was when you were 14. He took you behind the gym at school, slammed a rose in your hand and then tried to kiss you in a way that resembled a wet vacuum. So…not the most romantic thing in the world.
However, this year was different. You’d been dating Niall for six months now. And you’d never been happier. Sure, he was ¼ of the biggest boy band in the world who was now going solo and that meant a few insults from his loving fans lobbed your way but he made it all worth it. He was sweet, attentive, kind, loving and most of all when he kissed you it sent tingles to your toes and electricity to the ends of your hair. So…far and away different from the wet vacuum.
You’d both agreed weeks ago not to do anything for Valentine’s Day. Neither of you really appreciated the holiday to begin with. So why bother living up to the expectations? Besides, Niall treated you like every day was Valentine’s Day.
But then he’d created his Dream Jar to promote the movie BFG and also to benefit a couple of London charities. To say you’d been blown away by his jar would have been the understatement of the year. It was so…intimate. While Niall was intimate with you in private he was never really that guy that was intimate so publicly. It put him in a whole new light for you.
This boy. This man. This angel of a human being at the end of the day just wanted to ride in a hot air balloon with his love and look on the world below him.
(The answer is ‘Yes’ but also ‘Listen do you really think they simulated this kind of conditions????’ and ‘The next person to complain can walk. Or try to drive this thing themselves.’)
Probably the last art update in a week or so, idk how much I’ll be able to do during the following week in Southern Finland and how much energy I’ll have! I AM taking my tablet and the computer with me though, so who knows. *shrugs* I’m going to try to do the Carver holiday exchange thing at least, though. ^u^
Anyway, here’s my favorite MAKO adventure, which was on that place that is rocketed toward that one planet. I found a ditch and fell nose-first into it, and could not get out, even with the launchers (all they did was dip the Mako forward so everyone was almost upside down as well as hanging from their seatbelts. xD I am pretty sure the crew was very impressed. (I did a similar thing three or four times. It was great. I love the MAKO so much. I hope the MAKO thing in Andromeda will be exactly the same. Exactly.)
Also a Damir tying his hair up when he means business. (what anatomy)
ETA: it wasn’t the last art update. xD listen. listen. The Mako is ridiculous.
“Genji. We love you. We all do. But you got to put on pants before the Christmas Party starts.”
Angela stood tall, her lit-up Christmas sweater blinking almost as bright as Genji’s armor. Back during Old Overwatch he learned that Angela did not half-ass any holiday. Right now she was wearing a blinking sweater, a skirt made up to look like a christmas tree, the fluffiest Santa hat he had ever seen in his life, and Rudolph slippers with lit up red noses. It certainly put Genji’s oversized Christmas sweater to shame.
“Why do I need to wear pants? I’m wearing armor!” Genji looked over to Hana (adorable tailor made Santa outfit), who only shrugged.
“I gotta admit, you in a sweater but no pants just looks…weird.”
“I’m wearing armor!”
Lucio (somehow wearing more lights than Angela) nodded. “Genji, your armor doesn’t really leave much to the imagination on a normal day.”
Genji rubbed his eyes, wishing he had his visor to hide behind. “But you think that when I put on clothes I’m somehow more naked?”
“YES!” Said Angela, Hana, Lucio, Reinhardt (huge Santa), Jesse (Christmas Cowboy), and Bastion (reindeer antlers tied to head) who didn’t actually say yes, but beeped in a way that sounded like a yes.
Before Genji could debate just throwing ninja stars at his dear friends, a hand on his shoulder brought him down. There was Zenyatta, wearing an equally large sweater that was almost slipping off his slight frame. “I think you look fine, Genji.”
“Says the omnic engaged to that fine ass.” Hana muttered, which got a nod of agreement from Lucio.
“Zenyatta is wearing pants.” Angela said as she pointed at Zenyatta’s normal pants, which could barely be seen under the sweater.
“Zenyatta always wears pants.” Genji said.
“Yes.” Said Angela. “Zenyatta always wears pants.”
“Can we please stop talking about any part of my brother and finish decorating?” Hanzo muttered as he walked into the room carrying a box of Christmas decorations. He was wearing a downright normal sweater, thus missing the entire purpose of ugly Christmas sweaters. Genji really wasn’t too shocked.
Thankfully that seemed to dispel the crowd, leaving Genji and Zenyatta alone as the others worked on covering the common room in streamers and various shiny things. Genji pulled down the hem of his sweater, wishing that he picked something longer. Did he even own pants? Maybe he could go back to his room before the party started-
Genji found himself obeying Zenyatta’s command before he could even think about it. Breathe in, hold for five, breathe out. Let the nerves calm down. No one was looking at him anymore. These were his friends, people he trusted. He was fine. He was okay.
“Thank you.” Genji said before leaning over to kiss Zenyatta on the cheek.
“Perhaps we should sneak out while the others are busy?” Zenyatta leaned down and took Genji’s hand. “It’s starting the snow, and the view from the roof is rather lovely. Shall we?”
“Mmm.” Genji risked a look at the others. They were in fact far more focused on getting the star on top of the tree then the two of them. “You know, the view from our room is pretty good too.”
“Well on a normal day but with the snow-oh! Oh.” The lights on Zenyatta’s faceplate burned bright for a moment before he gave Genji’s hand a squeeze. “Perhaps we shall retire early tonight?”
Genji grinned and pulled Zenyatta out of the room, his thoughts filled with getting the both of them out of their sweaters.
Which would somehow make Genji less naked. Somehow.
A oneshot where the reader is Sirius Blacks daughter and Fred and her
like each other but Sirius is protective and Molly doesn’t like Sirius
and gets into arguments with him and his daughter so they secretly flirt
and one day they finally kiss and are caught by everyone - Requested by Anoymous
A/N: I tried writing this as a one-shot but I couldn’t write enough, so I did it as a gif one, I hope that’s all right for you x
If there was one difficulty with the Order using my dad’s house for their meetings it was the fact that Dad and Mrs Weasley couldn’t see eye to eye about anything. All you could hear, most of the day during the summer holidays, was them rowing about things. OK, so there was the odd occasion where I joined in. Things seemed to take an even more difficult turn of events when I started stealing little looks across the table with Fred. Dad had been livid. Practically told me that the bad boy was never the way to go – and he should know because he’d been that charming prankster once.
But did that stop Fred and I? You can guarantee that it didn’t. In fact, it just meant that we had to be a little move secretive about our flirtation.
‘See, I had hoped you might see my underwear one day,’ Fred said from the doorway of the kitchen when I was sorting out the washing which Kreacher had upended in the hope of finding something of my grandmother’s. ‘But this wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind.’
I rolled my eyes, feeling a blush rush up my cheeks. ‘Fred!’ I gasped, turning to face him. He was leaning on the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest.
‘You should really comb your hair. We wouldn’t want people getting the wrong impression.’
He chuckled at that, moving a little further into the room. ‘Would you rather they got the right one?’ he asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow at me.
I rolled my eyes, throwing a pair of socks at him. ‘You could at least buy me dinner first,’ I told him as he plucked a wet sock from his cheek and chucked it back on the pile.
‘That can be arranged,’ he said, moving closer to me still. He only stopped when his chest wasn’t that far from my own. His eyes darting between my lips and mouth. ‘When are you free?’
My attention slipped down to his lips before moving back up to lock eyes with him. ‘How about when you’re dressed?’ I asked.
That mischievous little look which so often flashed behind his eyes returned. The one which I couldn’t help but fall in love with. So I did the thing I’d been wanting to do for ages. I gently moved my hand to his cheek and moved closer. He seemed to understand the gesture as he moved too, our lips meeting in a kiss which I didn’t realise we’d been so close to.
‘Weasley!’ boomed my father’s voice, making the two of us jump apart quickly.
Dad was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. His hands were shaking by his sides slightly. In the gap in the doorway I could see the others. It looked like the whole house was there. Molly was paling; George seemed to be beaming, despite handing a few Knuts to Ginny while Remus smirked at us, placing a pacifying hand on my father’s shoulder.
‘It’s exactly what it looks like,’ I said, looking awkwardly over at Fred. But he was grinning, his eyebrows slightly raised. Maybe this holiday was about to get seriously interesting – if Dad and Molly didn’t decide to flay us alive for this!
A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owners, I just found them on Google.
The one thing haunting thing that follows me from my childhood is the phrase “because you’re a girl”
Because I’m a girl I was born with different rules and guidelines in my parents eyes. They could of lied if they could saying it was an age thing , that’s why my brothers could do something and I couldn’t. But I have a twin brother I’m ten minutes older than they really had no option than to just admit their being sexist.
Because I’m a girl
-My dad told me I had to go out looking like a model because everybody would be looking at me
- I had to be taught how to walk straighter and moving my hips (my dad did that shit where he put a book on my head)
- During holidays my brothers got to stay in the living room talking and watching tv but I had to be sent to the kitchen to help out
- I couldn’t hang out with friends because they always thought I was lying to see a boy
- I was told to cover up because my parents thought I was trying to show off for boys but when I wore clothes that were meant for boys because they covered my chest more I was told I wasn’t girly enough.
- Everything I did was questioned if I was doing it for the attention of a boy.
My parents were strict with my brothers as well but my brothers weren’t watched as i was. If they thought one of them was trying to impress a girl they encouraged him and filled him with confidence to go get the girl , But when they thought I was doing something for a boy ( fucking 98 percent of the time i wasn’t) I was shamed for trying to get a boys attention. They shamed me for thinking I was trying to get a boys attention but told me not to be upset about being short because boys liked it.
Because I’m a girl I got more gifts though. I got Jewelry clothes and almost anything I asked for. I was completely fucking spoiled. But I would give up everything they ever bought me to just for a day get treated like they treated my brothers.
so for trans visibility day let me take you through a fun little timeline
here ya got wee little kirby
skip forward i’m around 10 here, i was at my favorite place in the world, kiawah island south carolina
just look at that sass
i was pretty confident in myself i mean look at those hair extensions
skip forward to thanksgiving 2013, i was thirteen years old and wearing a dress. i had always wanted to look nice for things like this, important holidays and such. and i felt wearing a dress was the right thing to do so that’s what i did.
now we are getting to the darker part
so during 8th grade i was dealing with so much, on top of that i was so confused about who i was. i was continually dealing with the stress of my depression, anxiety, and other mental issues plus all of this unsure of what the hell was going on in my mind
this is me near the end of march.
april 15th i tried to commit suicide and i ended up in hospital with a .42 BAC, i should’ve died.
i met this person, named dj. they told me how they were genderfluid and they showed me a whole new spectrum of genders. the fact i fell in love with them is so besides the point, because what they did for me is opened me up more and helped me show me who i was.
this was me about a week after i got out of the hospital, i stayed there for about 2 ½ weeks.
so this is me at the beginning of ninth grade, i was still tryng to fit into what i thought i was supposed to be and wear even though i knew deep down something was off.
this was homecoming, i remmeber how uncomfrotable i was in that dress, yet i just felt like i HAD to wear one, i HAD to be a girl
around winter of 2014 i began to identify as genderfluid, i told my first person, my friend maura and she was very accepting
i began to dress more masculine when i was home alone and tried to hide my hair because it was causing me dysphoria
yet somedays, like spirit week where i dressed up as carmilla, i still tried to put on a girly front.
theN BOOM! I GOT MY FIRST HAIR CUT!
i hadn’t gotten my hair cut like ever, and it was so amazing. march 29th, 2015 was the first day i took a step towards accepting who i was
then we got my hair dyed ! major step forward. i was slowly feeling more comfortable with who i was.
yet there was still apart of me who didn’t feel like what i was was right. so i still tried to do that girly front, wore a dress for homecoming 2015
i began getting really deprssed again and my only savior was band, this was me the last day of band at state finals. my eyes were stained from crying becuase i didn’t know what i would do. luckily i still had theatre
but then i got my first dress shirt
i finally felt like i had something that i could wear and feel comfortable in
then a mircale happened
i got a binder january 2nd 2016
i felt like i could finally breathe, ironic right
yet 2016 brought so many more struggles, a few suicide attempts, some relapses, etc. but this is also the year i’ve been most comfortable with my body
slowly but surely i am becomine more accepting and comfortable with myself. wheter i’m ftm or just non-binary, who the hell knows? ( i know i sure don’t)
right now i’m just working on loving myself for the gender confused messed i am
so in conclusion. i’m kirby. i’m non-binary. and my pronouns are they/them and maybe he/him who the fuck knows
it’s funny how statistics say that ~70% of lithuanians are catholic because I know for sure A LOT of us are atheists. not to mention, we are still pagan as heck.
the statistics only show the number of baptized people and baptizing is sort of tradition of our nation. (during occupation religion was one of the main things that helped us to fight for our independence. communists were strict atheists so of course we did everything that they hated). but baptized person doesn’t mean a believer in Lithuania. f.e. from my 24 classmates only 1 boy identifies himself as catholic, other say they are atheists/pantheists. but 23 of 24 are baptized (I am that one person who is not like others).
and having in mind all the pagan stuff we do, the whole “Lithuania is catholic” stuff seems really stupid. we celebrate more pagan holidays than christian holidays. and our “christian holidays” are just pagan celebrations with christian names. we do spells and tell christian fairytales on Christmas (seems like catholic thing to do, yes?), our Easter is 90% pagan, the celebration doesn’t evolve christianity almost at all. we still celebrate Vėlinės, Žolinės, Joninės, Užgavėnės and they are 100% pagan: spells, tales, enchantments, we still do that.
we name our children with baltic pagan names and then we give them another, holy name. our language is still influenced by paganism (example: we call rainbow the Ribbon of Witch), we still have a lot respect for snakes and bees (they are holy animals in paganism).
basically, paganism is alive and it’s in Lithuania. hiding, lurking in the shadows of catholism.
Hoo boy, so many questions!!! I hope you’re prepared for the deluge that’s gonna result…~ I’ll answer these tonight and finish the ones in the other messages tomorrow morning!
1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?
So. Over the last five or so years I’ve been writing fic, in all but the second year, I’ve written a special Christmas-related fic for Christmas. (And I did two the first year, so.) Christmas is a really important holiday to me and I really love Christmas-related stuff (the cheesier and sillier the better), so it became kind of a tradition. But this year, I was at a little bit of a loss. I knew I wanted to write Lams, because that’s my big thing right now. But how would I write Christmas Lams? Did they even properly ‘celebrate’ Christmas during that time period?? Or should I just go for an AU?
I researched it, and thankfully it turns out that the 18th century is around when people did start to celebrate Christmas in the modern sense (and it’s also when carols really started to come about, which is great because per tradition all my Christmas fic are titled after a carol), but that was just the beginning of the issue. When exactly would it be set? Valley Forge? But, uh… I highly doubted they would be really doing all that much at that point. But I couldn’t really think of any time outside of Lams AU that they’d be together. (And then I found out afterwards that Ham wasn’t even there for Christmas 1777, so, welp.) And I really couldn’t think of any kind of actual plot. I could have done a kind of meditation on their relationships to religion, but I didn’t know that much about which specific form of Christianity they belonged to, and I thought it was something that could be and HAD been done much better by other people. (Plus that’s not really my fave kind of fic to write to begin with.)
So, it wasn’t really working out that well. But still, I really kept trying. Through November, my working plan became almost set in stone: I’d do a combined historical and modern AU fic, switching back and forth between scenes, comparing themes (supply lists in VF compared with finding money for food over Christmas break in modern AU), sorta casually looking at the differences. When I gave it up, it was partly out of lack of interest in the themes, but my conscious reason was ‘I just don’t really care about modern AU Lams.’
…which came to the crux of the problem all along: I’m not really an AU person. Or rather, I’m very not an AU person. I’ve written very few AUs in my time, and almost all of them were historical AUs - certainly not modern day ones, and definitely not school AUs. I don’t have any, like, moral opposition - I can fully appreciate the transformative potential of full-setting AUs and find very interesting the interdependent communities that develop around AU-heavy fandoms as they essentially create their own accepted canons - but I just…don’t tend to like them. I’m very analytical!! The idea of just…MAKING UP not just one character or setting but basically a whole story just always seemed simultaneously too easy and too hard to me!!! Plus, I like to write really interesting and unusual things and try new styles, and one of the most basic points of interests for me in writing is asking what makes these characters and relationships unique, based on their precise personalities and backstories and combinations of traits. None of that lends well to full-setting AUs.
But. As I was mulling this terrible problem over, as usual, I was also running over in my head all kinds of various different characterisation ideas. This time, I was thinking about how it was interesting that Hamilton always seemed to be written in opposition to Henry Laurens, when IRL it seems they had a pretty decent acquaintanceship. And I was thinking about it, and I really started to think that, actually, someone in Hamilton’s point of view - who was constantly abandoned by his father, and desperate for his attention, and incredibly ambitious despite the circumstances of his birth - would be one of the WORST people to understand that an overly-controlling, overly-interested father who expects extremely highly of his son could be a negative influence. Which also added to another thought I’d been having. I always liked one quote from Chernow, that Laurens must have seen in Hamilton what a man who makes himself can do, and it always made me think that Hamilton must have been the same way - that he must have seen in Laurens the man he had always aimed to be. So, Laurens grew up in a good family, acknowledged and promoted by said family, with plenty of money and a great deal of opportunity. To Hamilton… yeah, it’d definitely be hard for him to see the problems with that. (And, you know, there IS a lot of privilege there!! It’s just, y’know, that mental illness doesn’t always listen to that.) But, those thoughts were kinda moot, because I really couldn’t think of any way to contrast these different experiences with fathers in historical verse.
And that’s when it came to me. What if I did a modern AU where Hamilton came down to visit the Laurens family for Christmas?
I didn’t have the time (or, really, the interest) to develop a full-on world for everyone, and a uni AU just seemed to be the most appropriate for this one, anyway. And it also did have a bit of appeal: it always kinda bugged me that in the AUs I read, Hamilton and Laurens never seemed to be studying law, even though that’s historically what they did do. As a law grad, I figured I might as well be the one to write it. (Though law in Australia is p different from in the US - there’s no separate law school, we just study it straight out of high school like anything else - but whatever.) And once I was doing THAT, it was hard for me to escape the fact that, in the real world, studying law hadn’t…exactly always been the best experience for me. Given that Laurens didn’t really want to study it either, it seemed appropriate to lean on those experiences a bit.
Aaand that’s where we really get to the meat of the inspiration behind it, heh. Which is to say: this is possibly the most autobiographical thing I’ve ever written…? I’ll say outright that a lot of it WAS entirely invented - my relationship with my family is nothing like John’s was in this, at all. But my anxieties over studying, and my worries about the future and what a career in law would lead to… yeah, that came from me haha. Because, to get kind of personal about it… well, I graduated July 2015. And in the time since then, I have been employed for about 2.5? months, total. The job scene here, in general and especially for law grads, is just that bad. (And, uh, there was a fair bit of personal fault in my lack of preparation for after I’d graduate? But, seriously, I was really anxious already…) And ever since then - particularly 2016 to the present - I’ve also had a lot of anxiety and depression and stuff going on. At the time I wrote the fic, it was in a position of leaning worse rather than better. So…I honestly don’t know if there was ever, like, a dispassionate fic in there safely cordoned off from my own projections, but if there was, it didn’t last long.
So, I got the idea, and wrote it all up pretty quickly in early December, just kinda ridin’ that catharsis of getting all that stuff out. (And it turned out to be even more relevant than I thought, as ‘trying to enjoy Christmas like you usually do when you’re really not happy’ also ended up a very autobiographical theme.) And that’s how it happened!
As for one or two other things:
I really really didn’t wanna get too into politics in the fic lmao. I don’t feel comfortable with more than the broadest strokes of Hamilton’s beliefs (I’m gonna GET THERE but Im still well rev-verse in Chernow) and I always feel uncomfortable about portraying historical figure in any better light than they deserve when it comes to specific matters. But I also wanted to have Laurens and Hamilton at least as POC because I also think it’s important to increase racial diversity in fanfic in the rare cases that we really get a clear choice. So, I tried to kinda portray that without really getting detailed about any activist stuff or whatever. Which is why in Ham’s argument with Henry he’s really not siding with anyone, he’s just an economics wonk who gets mad when people on both sides of the political aisle don’t make sure their numbers add up, lol. That was my best compromise. (And Philly kinda nudged me when I still got too far off-course;; haha!)
Hamilton has ADHD because: again, I wanted to actually officially write up neurodivergent characters into fic when I had the option of being specific (my Ham is always neurodivergent but obv I can’t explicitly write that into the text of historical verse), and it’s ADHD because……well, I could write a really long thing about that alone lmfao. And I feel like I kind of should in some ways because I know that a lot of people aren’t rly familiar with how ADHD tends to actually, like, feel, for real-life people, and if you aren’t then I KNOW this must sound like a really arbitrary or misguided HC. And I’d really love to write it up and expand education and all, but. It’s also something that hits really close and personal for me and, as someone who can be anxious for days straight over opening entirely innocuous tumblr messages… I just DK I could do it, atm;;;;; Someday I will though, I hope!!! (Tho I will say that I’m totally for all neurodivergent Ham HCs and that honestly my Classic Ham is also influenced by BD and BPD things so I’m p flexible about it.) (Actually I guess I CAN say that my HCs for Ham all involve disorders with extreme moods and mood swings and stuff and ADHD in its lesser known symptoms can absolutely include that, esp with Rejection-Sensitive Dysphoria, so yeah. That’s basically the large part of my reason for that headcanon right there lol.)
4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
HM OH MAN, I’m not sure!!! Lemme skim it again real quick.
In terms of sheer characterisation efficiency, I always liked the idea of Henry Laurens’ introductory sentence being to complain about John not calling often enough. It’s just such a perfect combination of a) genuinely cares about his son and wants to hear from him, and b) is an asshole who has no idea whatsoever of the pressure he’s putting on his son without offering any concurrent praise or reassurance.
…so yeah I think I’ll leave it at that actually, since this thing is long enough already lol.
5. What part was hardest to write?
I was sitting here trying hard to remember if I really had trouble writing any part of the draft because there was one bit where I stalled briefly but it wasn’t really that bad and I couldn’t even really remember it and apart from that it was super smooth…until I remembered that editing counts as writing. And hoo fucking boy.
I was lucky enough to be able to have my fic beta-ed by Philly! Which I’m super grateful for and the fic is undoubtedly better for it! But it was a really difficult process for me because of my anxiety. And I needed to do it rather quickly, because of course I had to have it finished before Christmas, and my family actually was going away for Christmas where we wouldn’t have internet access.
So I get through almost all of the fic. It’s finally almost done. And then right at the end there’s a bit where Alex and John quickly exchange gifts on Christmas morning. Super short scene. And Philly pointed out that, actually, wouldn’t the rest of the family be taken-aback at them exchanging gifts without them?
And I kind of read that and sat back and. that was right. That was 100% correct. So like. What do I do??? Do I involve the other characters? But the original scene was like, three lines. and I don’t wanna have to write a whole new scene lmao. Do I take it out? But in a earlier scene, I’d had John express a worry that the present he’d gotten for Alex was awful and he really regretted it, and I kinda liked that in this final scene we see that actually he’d just forgotten WHY he’d bought it (he’d remembered Alex saying something about it), and I thought that was a nice thing about how anxiety can really fuck with even your memory and stuff bc in the end there genuinely was no reason to worry. It wasn’t necessary to the fic, but it only came about in the writing - I’m pretty sure the outline was just like ‘and then they exchange gifts or somethign??? IDK’ - and I didn’t want to get rid of it again. But then how do I justify them exchanging gifts alone???
And so that’s how I ended up just sitting there mournfully or pacing back and forth like p LEASE just SAVE ME, just GIVE ME AN OPTION, I have a HOLIDAY TO PACK FOR and THINGS TO DO and I just want this damn fic to be EDITED and DONE ALREADY. I came up with soo many possibilities, none of which satisfied me,lmao. and eventually after wayyyyyy too long of trying to figure it out I settled on something that seemed mostly plausible and then just. wrote it in and skimmed the rest of the fic and posted it lmao.
Which, honestly, is pretty typical proceedings. I tend to have the general ideas come pretty easily to me, and the actual writing is normally pretty smooth - it’s usually the editing where I start rocking back and forth and cursing myself for ever trying to write :’) (Luckily, at that point I’m close enough to the end that I can usually force it through…!!)
Uhhh…I actually…don’t have a lot to say for myself for this silliness. I snooped around your tumblr for a long while to chose a fandom you’re still hopefully in and combined that with the first three KH characters you listed in your request. I did have fun, though, with drawing this so there’s that! Haha, I, uh, hope you like this (and my weird sense of humor)!
Thank you so much for patiently answering the myriad of questions I had during this event. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and holiday! ❤❤❤
I’d like to wish everyone a happy holiday season! Merry Christmas for those of you that celebrate! 🎄 I’ve made a lot of mutuals this year alone and I’m so glad I did because you guys make being on this website so much fun. Cheers to the new year and to much more things to cry and scream about esp during the hiatus! 🍾
Here’s my holiday follow forever, it took forever making these and I know I forgot a lot of people because I have so many mutuals but here’s also my blogroll so you can see who else I follow. I love and appreciate everyone who follows me, so thank you and I hope you have a lovely holiday season :)
so i did the thing, not realizing that i had a few grammatical and spelling errors.
my bad. also, the you got cut of on the last thing.
i was just so happy i finally got around to doing the thing.
i just want to remind people that retail people are people toon. The number of scams i have personally caught during the holiday season is unreal. the amount of shit that’s been stolen recently has spiked, and the number of people acting shifty has increased.
you wonder why people in retail are so suspicious of peoples, welp, now you know why.
hello guys, it’s jenn here. first off, i want to wish you guys a very very very happy new year~ we did it. we survived 2014 in one whole piece.
since it’s the holidays i have been very busy catching up with my family, friends, and all the other things i’ve missed during the year. the college life has been kicking my butt thoroughly lol so i haven’t been around much. i can assure you guys that i have been doing well and i plan to make 2015 an even better year. anyways thanks for reading my small little spiel!
p.s. my dash is a little dead so i’m looking for more blogs to follow so please like/reblog/comment so i can check out your blog <3
Did I mention that Transistor is a fantastic gaming experience ? Because it is ! I’d heard a lot of good things about it, and couldn’t get my eyes off of the beautiful visuals, so when I saw it on Steam during the holiday sales, I purchased it immediately. No regrets, it really is a gem.
Another step further on my quest for mastering human anatomy, I think this one came out really well. Red is the protagonist of the game, and her weapon is called the Transistor. I had a lot of fun playing with the colors.
list of people to appreciate: diana penty 🌠 “I took it easy for a bit after the film Cocktail released. Since it was my first movie, I was on it for a while, a year-and-a-half almost. Because I don’t come from an acting background, I went through rigorous training for the film. So it was hectic. I didn’t do anything else during that period and I needed a holiday. So I took one. Even when I was in town, I hung out with my friends and relaxed, did things I hadn’t done for a long time.”
So, I’ve mentioned before that my ICT teacher was thinking about setting up a D&D club this year.
It’s 1st of September. 11:00 am. I’m walking to my first class after the introduction. (Receiving timetables etc.) and I bump into one of the maths teachers (who is a huge nerd as well ) and he asks me to come around to his class after school.
I’m like “ok sure why not” because we often talk and joke around, so I thought that he just wanted to talk about what we both did during summer.
I’ll skip the rest of my day because it was boring.
So, it’s 3:30 pm. I’m leaving chemistry and heading to the guy’s classroom. We chatter a bit about what we did while on holidays and if I’m happy that I’m back at school.
Here’s when the best thing comes.
He casually mentions that he was talking to the ICT teacher mentioned before, and they decided that “there’s no reason why we shouldn’t set up a D&D club”
So I’m like “yay” because I freakin love Dungeons and Dragons.
AND GUESS WHAT HE DOES.
HE REACHES UNDER HIS DESK AND PULLS OUT THIS BOX.
HE SAYS THAT HE KNEW THAT HE HAD THOSE SOMEWHERE, AND THAT IT’S MY OFFICIAL HOMEWORK TO READ BOTH BOOKS FROM COVER TO COVER.
AT FIRST I THOUGHT THAT HE WAS JOKING BUT THOSE BEAUTIES ARE NOW MINE.
M I N E.
SO I’M BACK HOME, SITTING IN MY ROOM, FLIPPING THROUGH THE FIRST BOOK , AND ABSOLUTELY FANGIRLING MY HEAD OFF.