Americans about the french: Pretty classy. They smoke all the time… Wine.. Also they might be gay?
Europeans about the french: GIANT assholes. Eat baguettes for every single meal, like an asshole. If you pronounce “croissant” correctly fuck you
…he told them the story of the girl from Bantry who came to the New World, and who brought her belief in Mad Sweeney the leprechaun with her, for hadn’t she seen him of a night, down by the pool, and hadn’t he smiled at her and called her by her own true name?
If I’ve been writing people of colour badly (especially their dialogue) in my fics and I’ve upset or offended anyone I just wanna say that I’m sorry and I’m gonna be trying to write these people more accurately
I was a part of the Zed Town Playtest today and omg it was so much fun!! I’m so tired I’m ready to go pass tf out but aaaaaaa!!!
I survived until about half an hour before the game ended because I was super tired and escorting the payload and I fell behind everyone and got tagged xD
But it was chill! I felt rly cool the entire time so have some selfies of getting ready and after I got turned into a zombie at the last stand of the humans, as well as the web app at the start, and after I got turned!
(I regret nothing. Also, today’s offering features a lovely cameo by @amalgamoffaces and @88madison88! Huge thank you to both of you for allowing me to use you as characters!
Disclaimer: The opinions and ships of the cameo characters depicted in this fic probably do not reflect the opinions and ships of the actual real-life people. I have no idea if you guys have ever even watched the show in question. But your fic counterparts have and your fic counterparts ship the thing. So MUAHAHAHAHA
“Oh come on,
it can’t be that bad,” Lance grumbled. He had been standing outside the
bathroom stall for what felt like thirty minutes, though it was probably closer
to five. Either way, it was taking forever.
He was bored.
riding up!” Keith snarled, his voice echoing strangely off of the bathroom’s
tiled walls. “I told you it was too small!”
“It’s supposed to do that,” Lance insisted
with a gusty sigh. “Pidge does not make mistakes when it comes to cosplay. She’s
a perfectionist. If she tells you it fits, it fits. Now just hurry up and come out of there already!”
FUCKING LOVE AMERICA. LAND OF THE BRAVE AND FREE. I CAN TASTE THE LIBERTY IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW. I CAN FEEL THE GUN POWDER IN MY BLOOD STREAM. FUCK THAT’S THE GOOD STUFF. I BATHE MYSELF IN BEER. WAS THAT A FIREWORK OR A GUNSHOT? WELL WHO CARES CAUSE IT’S FUCKING AMERICA DAY. YEAHHHHH. IMMA SHOVE RED, WHITE, AND BLUE PAINT UP MY ASSHOLE. FUCK YEAH.