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If Jamie and Claire could text: The Search Edition (for @ofbrochtuarach)
  • << Incoming call from unknown caller
  • Claire: > > Ignore < <
  • << Incoming call from unknown caller
  • Claire: > > Ignore < <
  • << Incoming call from unknown caller
  • Claire: > > Ignore < <
  • << Incoming call from unknown caller
  • << Incoming call from unknown caller
  • << Incoming call from unknown caller
  • Claire: Jesus FUCKING Christ, stop calling me whoever you are
  • unknown number: Claire, it's me!!
  • Claire: ....it's who?
  • unknown number: Jamie
  • unknown number: your husband
  • Claire: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Claire: wait
  • Claire: wait NO NO NO STOP
  • Claire: how do I know it's you???
  • unknown number: Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, it is I, James Alexander Malcol
  • Claire: send a selfie RIGHT THIS MINUTE e before I explode
  • unknown number: phone doesna have a camera
  • unknown number: tis an awful shit of a burner
  • unknown number: best i could do wi limited funds
  • unknown number: but GOD, Claire are ye alright, mo chridhe??? I've missed ye so m
  • Claire: WAIT
  • Claire: hold your bloody horses, anon
  • Claire: i'm not telling you a GD thing until I have proof that you actually are jamie
  • Claire: you could be literally anyone
  • Claire: could be Dougal mackenzie trying to ensnare me into marriage
  • unknown number: WTF? ew?
  • unknown number: nevermind that
  • unknown number: mnd it's ME
  • Claire: tell me something only you could know
  • unknown number: Oh, and aye, I 'm doing just fine by the way. What's that? Oh, aye, I'm verra happy to be alive, thank ye verra much for asking.
  • Claire: SHUT IT
  • Claire: What is that pet name I call you in bed?
  • unknown number: ... claire
  • Claire: WHAT?
  • unknown number: dinna make me write it out
  • Claire: WHAT
  • Claire: DO
  • Claire: I
  • Claire: CALL
  • Claire: YOU?
  • unknown number:
  • unknown number:
  • unknown number:
  • unknown number: gingernutmuffin
  • Claire: LWEIBGOWIEBGLWKEBFG:EUTH:WEIURG:BUO@P(&@YP(&BF#@$
  • Claire: OH MY GOD!!!!!
  • Claire: JAMIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Claire: YOU'RE ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Jamie: and not in the slightest bit humiliated (-_-)
  • Claire: OH DARLING I'VE BEEN **FRANTIC***
  • Jamie: :D <3<3<3<3<3<3
  • Claire: ARE YOU ALRIGHT????
  • Claire: ...and JHRC, do you really not have access to real emojis????
  • Jamie: aye, it's torture. It's a... razr?
  • Jamie: ANYWAY
  • Claire: WHERE ARE YOU???
  • Jamie: been hiding out staying low to the ground
  • Jamie: not far from Grant lands at the moment
  • Claire: I'm with Murtagh, we'll come to you at once
  • Jamie: nay, I'll come to where ye are, tis safer
  • Jamie: besides, there's a theatrical performance I needs must attend
  • Claire: a what??
  • Claire: what are you tal
  • Claire: oh...
  • Jamie: I hear 'THE SINGING SASSENACH' is a bonnie wee thing
  • Claire: bloody hell
  • Jamie: and wears breeks that put her arse to verra fine advantage
  • Claire: well
  • Claire: can't just say that they're wrong
  • Jamie: believe me when I say that it was the greatest test of all to remain hidden under the brush and not smash the traveler to a pulp
  • Claire: I can ONLY imagine, my raging dearest
  • Jamie: 'like two plump apples in a bonnie sack'
  • Claire: not the most elegant epithet, but i'll take it
  • Claire: I'll bet you ruptured a few blood vessels at that
  • Claire: Jamie i'm SO HAPPY you're alright
  • Jamie: me too, MND
  • Claire: Murtagh says meet us on the outskirts of beauly harbor and we'll work on securing passage out of the country
  • Jamie: tell him his warmth and loving words to his godson mean a great deal in this trying time
  • Claire: he says shut your gob and get moving
  • Jamie: sounds about right
  • Claire: good lord this is such good fortune
  • Claire: can you imagine if we'd just kept riding about LOOKING for you??
  • Jamie: god, no, that would have been terrible
  • Jamie: Let's go get a place in amsterdam and not come out of bed for a minimum of 15 weeks
  • Jamie: maybe even 17
  • Jamie: 27.6
  • Jamie: I'm flexible on the exact duration
  • Jamie: but
  • Jamie: --->SEX<----
  • Jamie: lots and lots forever
  • Jamie: and immediately
  • Jamie: all the ways
  • Jamie: sorryi'msohungryandtired
  • Claire: sounds like a GRAND plan
  • Claire: just remember we have to get across the sea first
  • Jamie: .....fckkk
  • Claire: what?
  • Claire: you don't like boats?
  • Jamie: just...
  • Jamie: do me a great favor and keep thinking about all the things ye love about me
  • Jamie: and dinna come into the cabin
  • Claire: it can't be THAT bad surely
  • Jamie: GIRL
  • Claire: did you just call me 'girl'???
  • Jamie: YE DINNA
  • Jamie: EVEN
  • Jamie: KEN
Fic: Heaven Help Us

The next morning when Phil stumbles into the kitchen, there are three small hearts sitting on an oven tray in the fridge.

“I got them for him,” Dan says.

In which Dan starts acting increasingly strange, and Phil doesn’t know what to do.

So I wrote a fic inspired by the latest crafts video and now I’m going to hell. Contains psychological horror, mentions of animal harm, blood, gore, religious content and the destruction of religious property. Please tread carefully on this one. 

But if you’re feeling pretty ok with all of that you can find it on my blog or on ao3 here

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

if its not too much to ask, could u post a lil bit of one of ur wips? I miss ur writing!

Lucy is half dozing, exhausted, when she notices that her breath is fogging the air in front of her. She blinks, rubbing at her face and sitting up straighter, wiping the little bit of drool from the corner of her mouth, and blinks up at the sky. ‘What…’

A fog lays heavy over the ship, and there are goosebumps on her arms, and she leaps to her feet, reacting before she’s really processed what her brain is telling her. ‘Shit!’

She races down below deck, heading for the cells, and shouts, ‘Astra, we’ve got -’

‘Company?’ Alura is leaning against the bars by Rhea’s cell, her arms folded over her chest, her eyes just as intense and piercing as always.

Lucy swallows, holding her hands up slightly, and Rhea is so far back in her cel that she can’t see her. ‘Alura, listen, you don’t want to do this’.

‘Do what?’ Alura steps through the bars and reaches out to grasp Rhea by the front of her bejewelled coat, and drags her forward. ‘Kill a slave master?’

She steps back through the cell, and knocks Rhea’s head against the bars as she tries to drag her through after her. ‘Oh. Sorry about that’.

Rhea grasps at the sleeve of Alura’s coat, trying to loosen her grip, and spits, ‘you’ve made an enemy today’.

Something changes in Alura’s face, like the lines of her face are suddenly sharper, like her eyes have hollowed out, and she snarls, ‘don’t you remember me, Rhea? Or have you sent so many souls to the deep as the queen of an empire built on blood that you forgot that you should be afraid of death? Of me?’

She reaches through the bars, curls her free hand around Rhea’s neck, and hauls her through the solid metal, and her eyes are so dark they look like two, hollow points, empty and colourless. ‘Move, Lucy’.

Lucy steps aside.

She steps aside, and Alura drags Rhea out onto deck, ignoring the woman’s scuffling protests, and the light seems to twist away from her. Lucy hurries up after her, glancing up as Astra and Alex emerge from the captain’s cabin, and Astra’s face goes very pale.

Alura drops Rhea onto deck, and she seems to grow taller as she stares down at her. Rhea straightens her crown, and rises to her feet, the jewels embroidered into her coat glinting oddly with all the light sucked away. She rises to her full height, but even with her crown, Alura seems to tower above her. The woman sneers, and snaps, ‘who are you supposed to be?’

Lucy wonders if she’s brave, or just really, really stupid.

Alura’s eyes flick to Astra as she descends onto the main deck, and she sneers, ‘you know, you almost had me fooled. But if you were my sister, you wouldn’t have let this woman aboard your ship’.

Astra’s brow pinches, and she says, ‘Alura, I had to -’

‘Bring her to Calypso, yes, I know. But you simply need her piece of eight. You don’t need her’. Alura knocks the crown off Rhea’s head, and when Rhea moves to pick it up, she grips her by the front of her coat again, and hisses, ‘but the sea has no mercy for you, Rhea’.

There is an echoing roar, like the very sea is enraged, and the ship tilts. Lucy drops to her knees, flattening her hands against the deck, trying to stay balanced, and Alura doesn’t move a muscle, staying still and strong as the crew scramble for something to hold onto, as Rhea falls flat at her feet, and she’s smiling.

With a sound unlike anything Lucy has ever heard before, the Kraken rises from the deep.

Someone screams, and Lucy isn’t scared by many things anymore, but every muscle in her body freezes, like some primal instinct is urging her to run, but that is the thing about the Kraken, and what always made it such a terrifying story.

There’s no where to run.

It towers over the ship, two great, glowing eyes in the fog, and the stench of death and decay is nearly enough to knock her flat against the deck. Alura lifts her head to gesture, and says, ‘you’ve probably heard of my pet, Rhea. Those devoured by her spend the rest of eternity in the Locker. A place of their worst fears’. The lines of her face harden, as sharp and deadly as the sword that hangs from her belt, and she reaches out, and through Rhea, and the woman falls to her knees with a strangled, choked sound. ‘You took everything from me’, she hisses, and Lucy wonders if she imagines the way her eyes flick up to look at her sister. ‘You took my sister, and my daughter, and my life. I can think of no better punishment than an eternity of torment’.

She withdraws her hand from Rhea’s chest, and waves a hand in the air. The sea bursts upwards in a great wave as one of the Kraken’s great, impossibly long tentacles emerges from the deep, and Rhea screams, scrambling uselessly over the deck in an attempt to get away from the beast. The tip curls around her ankle, jerking her skyward, and with a sound like the rushing wind, like a whip crack, heavy and drawn out, the Kraken disappears beneath the waves, taking the slave queen with it.

The silence that follows is the eeriest thing Lucy has ever experienced.

The Voices of Us Pt. 1

Summary: Youtuber!Au. In which Lance falls in love with Keith’s voice, Hunk is turning twenty-one, Shallura is the workout couple, Pidge is pining, and Keith is extremely concerned why all of his friends are YouTubers. And that is just the tip of the iceberg. 

A/N: This lovely fic is dedicated to the even lovelier @sopaladone for letting me use their headcanon! I hope you like it! (This is a multichapter fic, ‘cause that’s really all I’m good at.) 

Warning: Language, Pidge is genderfluid but mostly goes by ‘they’ pronouns, and Klance is strong with this one. 

AO3   [2]  [3]


“Lance, why the fuck is Red wearing a dress again?” 

“Because he wanted to feel beautiful!” 

“I swear to God, Lance if you don’t take the dress of now, I’m gonna throw away all of your Shakira posters!”

Lance gasped, his eyes growing wide as he nearly dropped the cat in his hands. He forgot about the video he was recording as he glared at Keith. “You wouldn’t dare,” he whispered. Keith glared back. “Watch. Me.”

Inhaling through his nose, the Latino slowly turned back to his camera and gave a tight smile. “Looks like ‘Adventures with Space Cat’ is going to be put on hold for now.” He leaned in. “I’ll do it when he’s not home.”

“Lance!”

He turned around and glared at Keith again. “Alright, alright. Dress is coming off!” Red meowed as he took off the frilly pink dress, something Lance thought was the equivalent to a cat yell. If Blue, his idiot cat, would let him, he’d dress her up and do Space Cat with her. But no, she just had to be a little shit and scratch him every time he tried dressing her up. Red was the temperamental one, so why did Blue give him a hard time?

Putting down the cat and giving the ‘outro’ (as he liked to call it) to end his video, Lance stopped recording and turned off the camera. The chair squeaked as he spun around. “Dude.” He gripped the arms as he leaned in, the chair squeaking again. “Dude. I gotta do an ‘Adventures with Space Cat’ video soon. My subscribers are going nuts for it!” 

“Do it with your own damn cat then.” Keith picked up Red when he ran to him. The cat started to purr as he scratched underneath his chin. Lance pouted. “They’re going to notice if it’s a different cat. And Blue won’t let me dress her up. I still have the scar from the last time I tried.”

Keith put down Red and grabbed his phone and his wallet. “C’mon. Allura was pissed the last time we were late.”

Muttering about editing his video, Lance stood and followed Keith out of the door, grabbing his keys on the way. It was their unspoken rule that at least one of them had to have their keys on their person at all times if they were both going out at the same time. Normally, it’s Lance. (The one time it was Keith’s job, he actually forgot his and locked them both out. It took the landlord two hours to get there to unlock their apartment. Since then, it was always Lance’s job.)

The L.A. sun beat down on his neck, but he was used to it at this point. He grew up right on the beach, most of his adolescent life working at the Pizza Shack with his sisters and brothers and parents. Though, he would never get use to the amount sweating that came with the Californian heat. 

“What are we even doing at this thing anyways?” Lance, asked, his eyes training on a couple of girls that walked by. Attractive, he thought. Keith coughed to gain his attention before shoving his hands in his pockets. “She wants to do some combined-video-thingy or some shit. I don’t know, man, you have to ask her yourself.”

Keith, despite having all YouTuber friends (and roommate), had absolutely no idea what anything on the website was. Nothing made sense to him. It constantly drove Lance up the wall because he could be talking about one of his videos or collabs and the boy would constantly interrupt him to ask what it meant before giving up. Lance didn’t tell him about his videos anymore. 

The place they were meeting at was some smoothie bar that Shiro and Allura found ages ago. They made the best strawberry banana smoothie in Lance’s opinion. Most of the group was already there, minus Hunk. (He was most likely running late because of his own video. It happened a lot.)

“Lance! Keith! Over here!” 

Allura waved them over, a huge grin on her face as she did. Of course she chose to sit outside, and of course it had to be on the hottest day of the year. This girl literally had no idea just how much Lance was dying right now. He thought that the Brit would be dying in this heat, but she seemed to fit in just fine. What was she made of anyways? Alien blood and rainbows?

“You are finally here. Come, come, I got your smoothies for you already!” She ushered them to the large patio table and sat them down, her grin never faltering. Lance was weary of the smoothie. “Uh, Lure, I know you mean well and all, but how long has this smoothie been here?”

“Yeah, and do we have to pay you back or something?” Keith asked what Lance didn’t want to. Broke college kids never had enough money to spend on things like smoothies. Especially smoothies that cost six fucking dollars.

Allura waved her hand. “No, no, it’s on me. We’ve only been here for a few minutes.” She looked around. “Did any of you invite Hunk?” 

Pidge shook their head. They put down their phone to look at the girl. “Didn’t you say that he was uninvited?” 

“Just making sure. This would be a bust if he came.” She pulled out a scrapbook from her purse and placed it onto the table. ‘HUNK’S BIG BIRTHDAY VIDEO/PARTY’ was written in big stick-on letters, each a different color of the rainbow. The moment Lance saw it, he immediately started to wish that he stayed home and feigned illness. At least then he would be able to edit his video.

She opened the scrapbook to the first page. “Shay wanted us to throw him a surprise party with a Hawaiian theme since he can’t go home for his birthday this year. Poor Hunk. He doesn’t have enough money to fly home, and all these finals make it practically impossible to go anywhere, and-”

“Stay on topic, Lure.” 

“Oh. Right. Anyways, Shay came to me a month ago or so and asked for my help with planning the party. I’ve got everything figured out-what decorations to use, what food to make, the date for the party, everything. I just need you guys to help actually set it up and makes sure people come.” She turned to Lance. “Lance, I need you to put it on your channel.”

He put down his smoothies, his arms crossing over each other as he frowned. “What? Why me?”

Shiro spoke instead. “Because you have the most subscribers. And you live-vlog everything. I’d be easy for you to draw attention to this.” 

Looking at it logically, it made sense for him to do it. But it was Hunk’s birthday, so shouldn’t it be on his channel instead? Then again, this was Hunk’s birthday. It was his best friend’s birthday. He should totally do it for him. Sighing, Lance nodded. “Alright, what next?”

“Pidge, I need you to invite this list of people-” she handed them a long piece of paper “-by Wednesday. They should RSVP by at least next Tuesday. The party will be next Saturday.

“Keith, you’re in charge of the music. Make sure it’s actually something that Hunk likes. We don’t need that emo music that you listen to blaring through the speakers again.

“Shiro, I’m putting you in charge of finding the decorations and such. Please don’t get them from that party store you went to last time. Those weren’t really that good, and most of them were falling apart halfway thought the party. Poor Coran was in tears when his cup’s handle broke.” She fell silent, everyone remembering the sight of Coran sobbing when his drink fell on the floor. It took forever for Alfor to calm him down.

Lance grabbed the scrapbook from Allura’s side. Every page had some sort of Hawaiian theme. She really put a lot of thought into this, huh? he thought, flipping the page to one with pictures of beaches. He smiled. Hunk was his best friend, his honorary brother, his other half. If people could have friend soulmates, Hunk would be his. He deserved a good party-a good twenty-first.

“Do you want me to tweet about something big happening? I could do it in a way that Hunk wouldn’t know about it.” He was already unlocking his phone and pulling up Twitter. The tweet was already halfway written when Allura grabbed his hands. 

“Perfect.” 


When Keith was home alone, he blasted his music throughout the apartment. His roommate hated what he listened to, often criticizing it to the point that it was the same as complaining. But when he was alone, no one could say anything about what he listened to, and he could sing along without anyone finding out.

His phone was hooked up to Lance’s speaker in the kitchen, Mr. Brightside was blaring, and he was dancing while making a pot of chili. He couldn’t help but sing along; it was a song that practically everyone knew. The chorus picked up, and he got a little bit bolder in his singing. Lance wasn’t home, so why should he hold it in? 

“Jealousy, turning saints into the sea. Swimming through sick lullabies. Choking on my alibis…” 

His hips swayed to the beat of the music. He wasn’t a good dancer-not as good as Lance because let’s face it: nobody was-but he wasn’t necessarily bad. He was definitely a better singer. 

“I never… I never… I never! I never!” 

“Shit, man. I didn’t know you could sing!” 

Keith yelped, dropping the wooden spoon as he spun around. He fumbled to turn off the music. “Damn it, Lance, announce when you’re home!” 

Lance was leaning on the door jam. He didn’t have a dumb grin or a cocky smirk. He actually had the same face he wore whenever he was trying to figure out a tough problem. The silence that filled the room was nearly deafening, so Keith went to turn the music back on, but he was stopped when Lance finally spoke. 

“You’re good.” 

He turned around. “Huh?” 

“Yeah,” he said as he pushed off the door jam. He walked over to the stove. “You’re actually really good. You should sing more often. Is this ready?” 

Keith smacked his hand away. “Leave the chili alone, damn it.” Pulling his hand back, he leaned on the kitchen counter. His shoulders bunched up as he looked away. “Don’t get used to it. I’m not singing in front of you ever again.” Muttering, he added, “Or anyone else.” 

His roommate gaped. “Keith, you can fucking sing! I bet if you made a channel, you’d-“

“Lance…” 

The Latino threw his hands up before slamming one down on the counter next to him. “C’mon, people love you already, you have an amazing voice, and you’re not bad on the eyes.” He looked him up and down before nodding. “You’re bound to get some attention.” 

“Can you shut up already? I told you I’m not singing again.” Keith ignored the comment about him being ‘not bad on the eyes’ (oh, who’s he kidding? That left him flustered as hell) and pushed off of the counter. Lance would kill him if he used the spoon that dropped, so he went to go get a new one. Or maybe he should get a ladle. It looked about ready. 

“Okay, okay, okay. I’ll shut up about it if-”

“Thank you!” 

“If,” he continued, “you sing on my channel on my next video. Just see what people say and see if they want you to create your own channel.” 

He pointed at the cabinet above Lance’s head then grabbed two spoons. His roommate got the hint, grabbing two of the six bowls that they actually own. One of them, he decided, will have to ask for more as their birthday present. It would most likely end up being Keith. 

“What do I get if they don’t?” He had to see what Lance was offering. Their last bet ended up with him cleaning the entire apartment. It was surprisingly clean when Keith got home, and he was afraid to touch anything for a few days. 

Lance tapped his chin, genuinely thinking about it. When he figured it out, he snapped his fingers. “I’ll make my Mamá’s famous enchiladas.” 

Victoria’s famous enchiladas? Already, this boy was making a compelling case. He scooped some chili into one of the bowls and handed it to his roommate. “So all I have to do is sing on one of your lame-“

“Hey!”

“-videos and wait for your subscribers to say yes? And I get enchiladas if they don’t like it?” 

The boy nodded. “Yeah, and if they like it, all you have to do is create your own channel and actually post on it. You could probably get equipment from Pidge or something. I don’t know where they get that stuff.” 

“No one does.” Keith raised a spoonful of chili to his lips and blew on it. He didn’t miss the way the other’s eyes flashing down to them. Oh, that’s leverage to use if he needed something done. Sighing, he stirred his chili. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but okay. I’ll sing. Just for your next video.” 

Lance whooped, pumping his fist in the air and walking out of the kitchen. “I got Keith fucking Yun to sing on my fucking channel! Woohoo! I gotta go text Pidge…” 

Keith would be lying if he said he didn’t stare at his ass as he walked out. What? He was gay as hell and Lance had a nice ass. Sue him. 

He shook his head. Just what did he get himself into?


“Hey, Starchild. I need you to get that-goddamnit you died!”

“Sorry, man. Looks like I’ve gone onto the afterlife. Remember me when you win.”

“Starchild!”

Pidge glared Kevin-aka Starchild-and nudged his shoulder. “You fucking idiot, we could’ve gotten that item!”

Kevin waved his hand. “Just win this for us, Gamerson. Win it for me.” He wiped his eyes of the fake tears before dropping his controller. “Dude, what the fuck, you just died.”

“Like hell was I going to face that boss alone!”

“Pidge, we’re literally just playing Little Big Planet 3. It shouldn’t be hard.”

They glared at Kevin, the grip on their controller tightening. Whispering, they said, “No man gets left behind. Even if it’s an idiot who died by running into the enemy.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s just go back.” He dug through the bag of chips. “Hey, did you hear about Ivy?”

“Yeah! Her boyfriend cheated on her then she fucking wrecked his shit. But I don’t really know what she did though.” Pidge took a sip of their coke. “Damn, I’m gonna need another one. So what did she do?”

Kevin jumped onto a platform and waited for Pidge to jump up to him. “She created a new account on WoW and dragged his ass. Stole all his shit. Recorded it all and put it on her channel. At the end, she broke up with him and called him out. The girl’s got moxy. Fucking hell, Gamerson, get your head in the game!”

“Damn, Star, this isn’t High School Musical!” 

“No shit. I’d be bopping right to the top if it was.” 

That went on for six more minutes until they finally beat the boss. It wasn’t even that hard; they just kept getting distracted by High School Musical puns. Pidge paused the game and cut the sound. “So that was interesting. Thank you so much, Starchild, for coming onto my channel and playing this game with me. If you want to go his channel, I’ll have the link down below. Seriously do because he has the best shit.”

“Aw, thanks, man. I didn’t know you felt that way!”

“Shut up. Anyways, please like and subscribe, and I’ll see you like Sunday or something. I don’t know when I’ll actually post this. Game on, my friends.”

They cut the camera off then turned to Kevin. Their stomach growled. “Wanna go crash Hunk’s video and steal his food?”

“Let’s go.” Kevin was already out of his seat and running towards the kitchen. They stood up with a little more care, making sure that their skirt was right before walking out of their room. What? Skirts were comfortable and freeing, and they got like a shit-ton in their closet for days they felt more feminine. (Those days were rare, but not as rare as their masculine days. In fact, if they actually calculated how many days they felt feminine and how many they felt masculine, feminine would beat out masculine by two weeks. Mostly though, they tend to be more gender neutral.)

“…And then we’re going to put on-guys, what are you doing?” Hunk stop midway of his sentence when the two YouTubers reached for some of his ingredients. They looked at each other. “Nothing…” They both drawled.

Hunk glared at them. “Just take the food already and go.”

The larger man resumed his video, and the others scurried into the living room. There was still an hour before Kevin had to go to class, both videos were filmed, and there was nothing to do. Great.  “So,” they drawled. “What now?”  

Kevin groaned and ruffled his dark hair. He looked at his phone. “I gotta go to pick up my sister then go to class. Wish I could stay though.” He looked at them, his blue eyes reflecting the sun’s gleam. “I had fun playing with you, man.”

“I did, too. Have a safe trip.”

“See ya, Gamerson!”

Pidge watched as Kevin walked to his car before sitting down on the couch. The skirt bunched up around their legs. Okay, so there was a good reason why they wore a skirt and why they wore a headband to ‘keep their bangs out of their eyes’ and why there may or may not be a little lip gloss on today. That wasn’t the first time they collabed with Kevin, and they actually hung out on a regular basis. Something-a tiny little something-fluttered in Pidge’s stomach when the two hung out together. They never acted on it; they can’t really.

Kevin had a girlfriend.

Pidge didn’t even stand a chance. But it didn’t hurt to look nice for him right?

They could hear Hunk saying something about putting his dish into the oven before he said that he’ll be right back. Two seconds later, their roommate walked in.

“Okay, so you need to tell that boy or so help me I’m going to drag your butt down to his apartment and say it for you.” Hunk wiped his hands on his apron (this one had a that classic ‘Kiss the Chef’ thing on it) as he sat down. Pidge curled into a ball. “I don’t-what are you-huh?”

Hunk groaned. “Pidge. You like Kevin. It’s kinda obvious. I mean, you’re wearing a skirt! And your favorite shirt! And is that-is that lip gloss? Since when do you own lip gloss?”

They wiped their lips free of it before muttering that they don’t. Lie.

“Whatever. Come taste this crème brûlée when you’re done sulking.” He stood up and when to the kitchen again, muttering about editing that part of the video out. The apartment carried voices extremely well, and most times, they would be heard on the other’s videos.

Pidge played with their skirt. They had to get Kevin out of their mind, and they had to do it now. Their eyes landed on their laptop, a slow grin stretching its way onto their face. “I think it’s about time to update that Klance fanfiction,” they said as they grabbed the laptop. “Oh boy, is Keith gonna get a kick out of this one.”

Ten minutes after updating, Keith texted them. 

From: Dick Overlord 

-> What. The. Fuck. Why do you do this to me?

Pidge smiled.

To: Dick Overlord

-> I KNEW you read them.

From: Dick Overlord 

-> Shut the fuck up. 

They tossed their phone onto the couch and listened to Hunk cook. Maybe he was right. Maybe they should tell Kevin. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Their life was filled with so much ‘maybe’s and ‘if’s that they don’t know what is real and true. Pidge sighed. 

What have they gotten themselves into? 

anonymous asked:

Hey I wanted to get your advice as a writer. I always have trouble with silly grammar mistakes. I always try so hard to edit, but people always find several mistakes I looked over. I reread it and and do all that but I still miss all mistakes. I am afraid it will be my downfall. Also when I read posts, long posts, I notice very little error. I can't imagine people spending extreme long time proof reading it. Maybe a glance or two. How do you guys do it?

Well, grammar mistakes, like anything else in writing–diction and syntax for example–is a learned habit and skill. A lot of people think they have to be totally correct with grammar and punctuation because it’s viewed as this backbone to writing. And sometimes it does help to know! Like making sure to start a new paragraph every time someone speaks–it makes it more coherent for the reader. But, I mean, overall it’s just something that you learn and grow with practice until it becomes a habit. When someone would give me grammar or structure tips, or talk about my mistakes, I filed that info into the back of my mind like… like a sticky tab. And so whenever I would encounter myself coming up on that particular grammar piece, I would think back on that sticky tab until it became a habit. It’s like learning anything–practice and awareness. That doesn’t mean you need to stop writing and study everything you can like you’re preparing for an exam. That doesn’t actually teach you anything–that’s just memorization. 

What you need to do is keep writing and improve yourself where you can. Don’t bog yourself down on every mistake you make, but be conscious of trying to improve (if that’s what you want to do, which it sounds like you do). But above all, it takes practice. And an attitude that allows you to work and move on. 

A lot of artists, I think, get caught up in their mistakes and so they read things over and over, or become too afraid to post because they feel they’re not good enough. But if you stay too focused on these things, on making something perfect from the beginning without allowing yourself to grow, you stunt your growth. Make mistakes–I make them all the time–and if someone points something out and you agree that, yes, they’re probably right, file it away and move on. Honestly? I don’t get caught up in editing. I read my stuff through one time after it’s finished and post it. That’s what I’ve always done, even when my writing was absolute shit. Why? Because it’s impossible for me to catch the mistakes I don’t know I’m making. My brain reads my writing the way I want it to be read, not how my fingers write it, which means I don’t see most of the mistakes a make unless I let it sit for a month so my brain can forget what I intended. 

If I’m writing a novel, then yes, I’m a bit more careful. Or something like SF I go through and edit periodically because I have to re-read it to remind myself of everything that’s happened anyway. But most of my other fics? I just post them and they generally stay as is. Let someone else tell me if I missed a word or forgot a period. And if it’s a mistake I’m making over and over, all the more reason for someone else to bring it to my attention than me waste my time studying every word I write and every grammar piece I use when I could be absorbing it and continuing to push forward with new material that will, no doubt, present me with new challenges and new things to learn. 

Don’t be afraid of mistakes–learn from them and move on. That’s all there really is to it. Because if you focus on one thing too long, or get caught up in perfecting yourself, you’ll never get better. Rather, that’s the perfect formula to remain static. Sometimes it will feel like all you do is make mistakes, but I guarantee–from experience–that simply pushing on and trying to be better where you can will get you there. 

I’ll be honest, I have no natural gift when it comes to the written word. I was the kid, when I was learning how to read, that had to go to a special class that then sent me to private tutoring because I simply couldn’t do it. I was a slow reader and, really, still am. I read an ass ton, but it’s never been easy. I literally started from the bottom and, until the end of high school, was ALWAYS behind my peers. I hate grammar, I’m a terrible speller, and I am eternally grateful to spellcheck. Even today, grammar trips me up. I was learning grammar pieces in college that some of my classmates had known since they were sophomores in high school.

Writing, honest to god, has NEVER been easy for me. I repeat, I have NO NATURAL OR INHERENT TALENT FOR THE WRITTEN WORD. 

It wasn’t like art for me where I just picked up a pencil and did it and everyone was impressed. I was ALWAYS behind until the end of high school/college. And the only reason I surpassed my peers by leaps and bounds was because I WORKED MY ASS OFF! I enjoy writing–I do it every day–but it wasn’t something that came easy. All writing is for me is a lot of habits and skills I’ve developed and worked harder at than, well, nearly everyone else in my university class, which is what makes it “easier” now. I have NEVER, in person, met another as passionate about writing as I am, aside from a few professors. 

IT’S NOT ABOUT WHAT YOU KNOW, BUT WHAT YOU’RE WILLING TO LEARN AND HOW HARD YOU’RE WILLING TO WORK! 

Some of use are born with natural skill in certain areas, but no one is born “good.” I had a natural talent for drawing, but for reasons that are irrelevant, that talent went to waste because I’ve stopped nurturing it. I had no natural talent for writing, but I developed that skill to the point where, more often than not, people assume I must have had some natural inclination for it. 

In the end, though, it’s just about practice, passion, and want

If you truly want something, then you just have to keep working and let go of whatever failures you feel you have. Because they will do nothing but weigh you down if you focus on them. LEARN from your mistakes. Don’t ignore them, but don’t let them dictate your life either. 

As far as long posts, I read them, like, once and post them, lol. But, again, I have a lot of practice forming habits that gradually have helped me make less mistakes. My drafts today are far better than the ones I wrote two years ago. 

Like anything, it’s a skill. And the only way to get better is to practice, listen, and be open to learning :D

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anonymous asked:

your blog makes me so so happy tbh. anyway if its ok w you, can you write about calvin teaches y/n how to play video games & basically cutesy shit. thank youuuu

Awh I’m so happy it makes you happy! ^-^ Sorry it has taken me so long to write this request! (Any time I make a new fic I get like 3 requests lol I’m trying to do a few a day now :)) Let me know what you guys think :D 


LeafyIsHere Fanfiction - Video Games

You were quite a video game enthusiast, always looking to try out new games and play old ones you never got to. Today, you were finally getting to an older classic. Lending it from Calvin’s collection, he told you to let him know if you needed any help. It was more of a puzzle game but you were stuck on a part that seemed super easy. All you had to do was reach a particular stage and fight a series of characters– each different than the last. You tried about 10 different ways and each time failed. No matter how much you went around it, you just couldn’t get your character to move how you wanted it to or figure out the sequences of moves you needed. 

Calvin was currently editing a new video to go up when he hears a string of curse words from the other room. You finally made it to the stage but could only make it past a couple characters. Getting to the stage was difficult enough, how were you supposed to defeat all these characters?? You try for about another 15 times, and each time Calvin can hear how frustrated you are getting with the game. If he’s honest, he’s been waiting for you to ask him for some help. Finally reaching a point where he can take a break, he decides to see where you are stuck at in the game. 

Too focused on the game, you don’t even notice when he walks in. Failing once again, you let out a series of curses under your breath. You are quickly silenced when you hear a laugh, one Calvin is trying to prevent, from behind you. You exhale a sigh and complain, “Calvin, this game is really difficult.” Letting out a short chuckle you continue, “I just can’t figure out how to get past this one part.” In response, Calvin moves to sit next to you on the couch, smirking, and asks, “You’re the one that asked for a ‘challenge,’ want some help?” 

Stubborn, as you are, you reply, “No, I will figure it out eventually… hopefully..” He simply chuckles next to you and says, “Okay, I guess I’ll just watch you for a little while then.” 

You attempt the level a few more times, each getting a little further than the last. Calvin can tell you are trying to refrain from showing how frustrated you are. With the third to last character, you perish once again and have to start over from the checkpoint. You sigh, closing your eyes and lean your head against his shoulder. He lets out a few laughs and says, “Okay, I’ve had enough of watching you suffer.” 

He moves you to be sitting in between his legs and wraps his arms around you to be holding the controller. “Since I know you’re too stubborn to just give me the controller, we are going to do this together. If you want, after I show you, you can go back in and do it yourself. Just set your hand on top of mine, or just watch the controller, so you can see what buttons I’m pressing, okay?” 

Letting out a small sigh, you give the controller to him and say, “Alright, I guess.” You watch him easily complete the level and move on to the next section. Sitting there dumbfounded, all you can do is sit with your mouth slightly agape and stare in astonishment at the screen. “How did you do that so easily and quickly??” He simply laughs and gives you the controller, “It took me two whole days to figure out how to this part, I just didn’t want you to go through what I did.” 

Smiling, you give him a quick kiss on the lips before turning back to your game and saying, “Have I ever told you how much I appreciate your existence?” 

“I think once or twice. But I guess I’ll watch you play a few more rounds.” Calvin smirks and continues with, “You know, just in case you need my expert advice.” 

Chuckling you continue playing, much more confident that you can finish the game with Calvin’s help. “Mhm, sure.” 

The remainder of the day the two of you spent exchanging turns each time you died on various games. After you two got tired of one game, you would move onto the next. It was a bit of a hobby to find the worst game and see how long the two of you could tolerate playing it, or how long it took you to finish the game. 


A little short but hey I hope you enjoyed simply having an image of what playing video games together could be like :p Thank you for all the support recently, pretty sure I surpassed the follower count on my main account haha. 100 Notes and I’ll find the worst video game ever ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

angelprotectress  asked:

Okay... I know something like this is going to be annoying to answer so I'm really sorry, but I'm also extremely curious. I haven't played the games because I can't speak Japanese and things with my computer weren't liking me when I tried to do it... but anyway. I hear different things about everyone's personality in the games versus the HnKnA Manga and I was just wondering... how different are they? Can you give me an example of them?

Hmm, this is a horse that has been beaten to death pretty hard already, (we had so many discussions over this XD) but I’ll try explaining with what I remember (my brain shut out many of the bad memories about that manga).-edit- I went back and reread, just for you~ <3 The behavior of quite number of characters are different, but the intensity depends on what character you are looking at.

For the most part many of the characters were ‘toned down’, like Boris, Peter and Elliot (does the author have an animal ear fetish?lol). Boris was like the perfect friend one could dream of; the general flaws of his character like jealousy, lack of attachment and extreme nonchalant attitude towards death (in the games he once tried to shoot a lady just to prove the point that they were all replaceable). Peter’s ruthlessness and killing habits were almost completely hidden, he just seemed like the nice guy in love with Alice (in the game he was S enough that he declared that as long as he loves Alice, Alice’s feelings are irrelevant since his love is strong enough for two. Despite all the sweetness he can be hella dominating I shit you not). Elliot was actually close to the games since he does act nice to the people he likes, but I guess it annoyed me that he got too many sweet scenes and zero ones that showed his more violent and inflexible self. (In the game, Boris’s and Elliot’s jealousy scenes if Peter kisses her at the ball show my point well. Just how they are always so forward in their affections,  they are also hard-headed when they get angry/jealous and simply refuse to listen when Alice tries to defend herself.)

On the other hand, the dynamics of the main romantic pairing were slaughtered. Completely. In the second half of the manga Hoshino’s Blood keeps constantly cussing at Alice about how she’s a ho who seduces all the men and she fights back. Maybe Hoshino was trying to create a tsundere couple, but she failed in her attempts to create sexual tension and gave birth to a simple abusive monster. As my friend harroe puts it, “Hoshino Blood is an uncultured swine who uses vulgar terms all the time and game Blood has class.” In the games Blood indeed is one of the most jealous characters, but he doesn’t forget basic civility even when he’s complaining about the other guys like this manga shows, and he NEVER calls her a slut or anything of that sort. He’s much more level-headed and logical, and has no drive to kill people outside of his job, never mind Alice. There was only one scene at the very start of his game route where he, trying to gauge Alice’s reactions, mentioned violent stuff and the passing thought he had of killing her when he first saw her (which he didn’t and saved her instead, if you recall); but after that he never, not even in the bad ends, ever pointed his gun at Alice or tried to kill her. I don’t get how Hoshino could have him do something so disgusting like throttling her with his bare hands for no fault other than finding him with Vivaldi in his garden (according to the games it isn’t possible for Alice to get into the garden without his permission EDIT : WATCH THE ORIGINAL SCENE FROM THE GAME HERE), planning to kill her the moment he’s bored (game Blood wouldn’t even care to do anything if he finds her boring, he’d find dealing with her simply troublesome and keep his distance) or shooting at her with his machine gun in the middle of a mere verbal argument. Hoshino Blood’s expressions are also always sour or ill natured (only the first 2 chaps had some niceness then it’s all bitter insults) and game Blood’s expressions rotate mainly between weary and devilish.

In the games, Blood’s main characteristic is being an extremely intelligent and yet fickle man who’s totally bored with the world, and Alice is a charming partner who brings excitement in his life. He’s a complete and utter troll who loves to see Alice flustered and blushing, but not angry or hurt. He’s a contradictory man who even tries to make his impression worse on purpose so that doesn’t help- I pretty much wrote an essay on this so feel free to look that up. Hell, if you have time look at all the character study posts at the bottom of my alice resources page.

Anyway, manga Julius was pretty close to his game self, as well as Gowland who didn’t get that much screentime. Ace had some rather out of place yandere dialogue that didn’t really make sense in my opinion? I don’t remember him actually finding pleasure in killing even though he does do it a lot. Bloody Twins and Vivaldi were okay, but less violent compared to the games (they are the ones who are capable of killing Alice even if they love her in the game bad ends).

Anyway, I really need to go sleep now. Night!

  • Child: Will you tell me a bedtime story?
  • Me: Japan is an island by the sea filled with volcanoes and it's 🎶beautiful🎶. In the year negative a billion Japan might not have been here. In the year negative fourty thousand it was here and you could walk to it, and some people walked to it. Then it got warmer, some ice burgs melted, it became an island, and now there's lots of trees! because it's warmer. So now there's people on the island, they're basically sort of hanging out in between the mountains eating nuts off trees and using the latest technology like stones and bowls. Ding dong, it's the outside world and they have technology from the future (bronze age) like really good metal and c r a z y r i c e f a r m s. Now you can make A LOT of rice like really really quickly. That means if you own the farm you own a lot of food which is something everybody needs to SURVIVE. So that makes you king. Rice farming and rice kingdoms spread across the land. All the way to here. The most important kingdoms were here(hi), here(chikushi), here(izumo), here(kibi), here(yamato), here(koshi), and here(kenu). But this one (yamato) was the most most important, ruled by a "heavenly superperson" called (emperor) for short. Knock knock. Get the door, it's RELIGION. The new prince (prince shotoku) wants everyone to try this hot new religion (buddhism) from Baekj. "Please try this religion." He said. "No." Said everybody. "Try iiiittt" He said. "No." Said everybody again, quieter this time. And so the religion was put into place and all the rules that came with it. Then the government was taken over by a new clique and they made some reforms (Taika Reforms) like -making the government govern more and -making the government more like China's government, which is a government that governs more. "Hi China." They said. "Hi dipshit." (hi "wa"(dwarf)) Said China. "Can you call us something else, other than dipshit?" Said Japan. "Like what?" Said China. "🎶How about sunrise land?🎶" (nihon) (Japan) and so they stole China's alphabet and wrote a book about themselves. And then they made lots of poetry and art and another book about themselves. Then they stopped moving the capital every time the emperor died and kept it in one place for awhile. Right here (kyoto). And they conquered the north finally. Get that squared away. A rich hipster named kukai is bored with modern buddhism, visits china, and learns a better version (zen buddhism) which is more 🎶spiritual🎶. He goes back, reinvents the alphabet, and causes art and literature to be 🎶great🎶 for a long time and the rural palace turned into such a dream world of art that they really didn't give a shit about running the country. So if you live outside the palace, how are you supposed to protect your shit from criminals? 🎶Hire a samurai🎶. Everyone started hiring samurai. Correction - rich important people hired samurai. Poor people who could not afford to hire samurai did not hire samurai. The samurai became organised and powerful. More powerful than the government. So they made their own military government here. They let the emperor still be "emperor" but the shogun is actually in control. BREAKING NEWS the Mongols have invaded China. "We've invaded China" said the Mongols, "Please respect us or else we might invade you as well." "Okay" said Japan. So the Mongols came over, ready for war. Then died in a tornado. But they tried again and had a nice time fighting with the Japanese but then died in a tornado. Then the emperor overthrows the shogunate, then the shogunate overthrows him back then moves to kyoto and makes a new shogunate (ashikaga shogunate). The "emperor" can still dress like an emperor if he wants that's fine. 🎶Now there's more art🎶. Like painting with less colors, collaborative poetry, plays, monkey fun, tea parties, gardening, architecture, flowers. It's time for "who's going to be the next shogun?" Usually it's the shogun's kid, but the shogun doesn't have a kid. So he tries to get his brother to quit being a monk and be the next shogun, he says "✔ok." But then the shogun has a kid, so now who's it gonna be? Vote now on your phones, and everyone voted so hard (onin war) that the palace caught on fire and burned down. The shogun actually didn't care, he was off somewhere doing poetry. And the whole country broke into pieces (sengoku jidai). Everyone is fighting with each other for local power and it's anybody's game. Knock knock, it's Europe. No, they're not here to take over (yet). They just wanna sell some shit. Like clocks and guns and 🎶jesus🎶. So that's cool, but everyone's still fighting each other for control. Now with guns!! and wouldn't it be nice to control the capital (kyoto)? Which right now is puppets with no one controlling them. This clan (imagawa) is ready to make a run for it, but first they have to trample this smaller clan (oda) which is in the way. Surprise! the smaller clan wins and the leader of that clan (oda nobunaga) steals the idea of invading the capital and invades the capital. And it goes very well 👍. He's about halfway through conquering Japan when someone who works for him kills him, then someone else who works for him kills them. And that guy (toyotomi hideyoshi) finishes conquering Japan. And then he confiscated everybody's swords. And made some rules (no having a sword (or a gun) no climbing the social ladder pay taxes). "and now I'm going to invade korea and then hopefully china" he said and failed, and also died. But before he died he told these five guys (council of 5 elders) (ukita hideie, uesugi kagekatsu, mori terumoto, tokugawa ieyasu, maeda toshiie) to take care of his five-year-old son until he's old enough to be the next ruler of Japan. And the five guys said, "Yeah, right. It's not gonna be this kid. It's gonna be one of us. Cuz we're grownups. And it's probably gonna be this guy (tokugawa ieyasu) who happens to be way more rich and powerful than the others. A lot of people support him, but a lot of people support not supporting him. They have a fight and he wins. And starts a new government right here, 🎶Edo🎶 and he still lets the "emperor" dress like an emperor and have very nice things, but don't get confused, this is the new government (tokugawa family) and they're very strict. So strict they closed the country. (sakoku 鎖国 closed country) No one can leave and no one can come in. Except for the Dutch if they wanna buy and sell shit, but they have to do it right here (dejima). Now that the entire country was not at war with itself, the population increased a lot, business increased, schools were built, roads were built, everyone learned to read, books were published, there was poetry, plays, sexy times, puppet shows, and dutch studies. People started to study european science from books they bought from the dutch. We're talking geography, skeletons, physics, chemistry, astronomy, and maybe even electricity. Over time, the economic and cultural prosperity began to gradually slow down. Knock knock. It's the United States. With huge boats. With guns. Gunboats. "Open the country. Stop having it be closed." Said the United States. There's really nothing they can do so they signed a contract that lets the united states, britain, and russia visit japan any time they want. choshu and satsuma hated this 👎. "That sucks." They said. "This sucks!!!" and with almost very little outside help, they overthrew the shogunate (boshin war) and somehow made the emperor (emperor meiji) emperor again and moved him to Eto which they renamed "Eastern Capital". They made a new government, which was "a lot more western" (-new york times review). They made a new constitution (meiji constitution) that was pretty western. And a military that was pretty western (large). And do you know what else is Western? That's right, it's conquering stuff. So what can we conquer? Korea. So they conquered Korea. Taking it from its previous owner, china, and then got a little further and Russia rushes in out of nowhere and says, "stop, no, you can't take that we were gonna build a railroad through here to try to get some warm water." and Russia builds their railroad, supervised by a shit ton of soldiers. And then when the railroad was done they downgraded to A FUCK TON. Did I say downgrade? I meant upgrade. And Japan says "can you maybe chill?" and then Russia says "How About Maybe You Chill?" Japan is kinda scared of Russia. You'll never guess who's also kinda scared of Russia. Great Britain! So Japan and Great Britain make an alliance so they can be "a little less scared of Russia". Feeling confident, Japan goes to war against Russia (russo-japanese war) just for a moment and then they both get tired and stop. 🎶it's time for World War 1🎶 The World is about to Have A War. Cuz it's the 1900s and weapons are getting crazy and all these empires are excited to try them out on each other. Meanwhile, Japan has been enjoying conquering stuff and wants MORE. the next thing on their list is this part of China (qingdao) and lots of tiny islands (palau, marianas, carolines, marshall islands). But all that stuff belongs to Germany, who just had war declared on them from Britain because Britain was friends with Belgium which was being trespassed by Germany so they could get to France to kick France's ass because France is friends with Russia who is getting ready to kick Austria's ass because Austria was just about to kick Serbia's ass because someone from Serbia shot the leader of Austria's ass. Or... actually they shot him in the head. And Britain is currently friends with Japan, so you know what that means. Duh. 🎶japan should take the islands🎶 which they wanted to do anyway. So they called Britain on the tele(gram) to sort of let them know (can we take the islands thanks). Then they did it. And they also helped Britain a little here and there with some errands and stuff. Now the war is over and congratulations Japan! you technically fought in the war which means you get to sit at the negotiating table (paris peace conference) with the big dudes where they decided who owns what. And yes, Japan gets to keep all that shit they stole from Germany. You also get to join the post-war mega alliance 🎶the League of Nations🎶 whose mission statement is to try not to take over the world. The great depression is bad and Japan's economy is now crappy. But the military is doing just fine and it invades manchuria. And the League of Nations is like, "no, don't do that, if you're in the league of nations you're not supposed to take over the world!" and Japan said 🎶"how bout i do anyway?"🎶 and Japan invaded more and more and more and more of China. and was planning to invade the entire East. You've got mail! It's from Germany, the new leader of Germany. He has a cool mustache and he's trying to take over the world and needs friends. This also got forwarded to Italy. They all decided to be friends because they had so much in common. 🎶it's time for World War 2! (the sequel)🎶 Germany is invading the neighbors then they invade the neighbor's neighbors then the neighbor's neighbor's neighbors who happen to be Britain said 🎶"holy shit"🎶 and the United States started helping Britain because they're 🎶good friends🎶 and they started not helping Japan because 🎶"their friends and our friends are not friends" "plus they're planning on invading the entire ocean"🎶 the United States is also working on a large very huge bomb (atom bomb). "bigger than any other bomb, ever™" just in case. But they still haven't joined the war. War looks bad on TV and the United States is really starting to care about their image. But then Japan spits on them in Hawaii (pearl harbor) and then challenges them to war. They say yes. And then Germany, as a symbol of friendship ❤, declares war on the United States also. So the United States goes to war in Europe. And they help the gang chase Germany back into Germany and they also start chasing Japan back into Japan. And they haven't used the bomb yet, and they're curious to see if it works. So they drop it on Japan (hiroshima). They actually dropped two (nagasaki). The United States installed a new government inspired by the United States government. With just the right ingredients for a 🎶post-war economic miracle🎶 and Japan starts making TVs, VCRs, automobiles, and camcorders as fast as they can and also better than everybody else. They get rich. And the economy goes wild. And then the miracle wears off. But everything is still pretty cool I guess. 🎶Bye🎶
Gif Tutorial

I’ve been getting a lot of requests to make a new gif tutorial lately. It’s pretty similar to my old one tbh and I could have just edited it but I did it the hard way because I don’t think about these things until after I’ve redone everything. Anyway I hope this is helpful and not too shitty!

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"The Craft" Sentence Starters
  • Edited for the convenience of memes. TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDE, SELF HARM.
  • "We are the weirdos."
  • "Now is the time. This is the hour. Ours is the magic. Ours is the power."
  • "I was just wondering; do you still have any powers?"
  • "So, if you ever just want to hang out and chant or call the corners..."
  • "Hold your breath until I call."
  • "Be careful. You don't want to end up like her."
  • "Did you tell your friends?"
  • "Did you tell your friends that you're a lying sack of shit?"
  • "What's wrong with your scars?"
  • "It isn't real."
  • "Then why are you still bleeding?"
  • "Run! Run to your up room like a little coward you are."
  • "She's so pathetic!"
  • "I wanna apologize for those guys in French. They're assholes."
  • "Yeah well, you know what they say. You are who you hang with."
  • "Yeah right... wait, did you just call me an asshole?"
  • "Sorry, my defenses are up."
  • "People here have been really rude to me."
  • "You don't even exist to me!"
  • "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
  • "By the power of three times three, make them see, make them see."
  • "What's wrong with her?"
  • "She doesn't want to be white trash anymore. I told her, 'You're white honey! Just get over it.' "
  • "You know, in the old days, if a witch betrayed her coven, they would kill her."
  • "I drink of my sisters."
  • "You know, if I were as pathetic as you are, I would have killed myself ages ago. You should get on with it."
  • "No one can help me."
  • "All these songs are by Connie Francis."
  • "Since I was a little girl all I've wanted in life was a jukebox that played nothing but Connie Francis records."
  • "Who's Connie Francis? Honey, listen and learn! Connie Francis!"
  • "Relax... it's only magic."
  • "Now who's pathetic?"
  • "Sorry, I thought I saw a bug. They have shampoo for that, you know."
  • "You look like you need to talk to somebody anyway."
  • "What's going on? Why aren't you dead?"
  • "He comes on to anything with tits."
  • "I'm not watching him."
  • "I speak from personal experience."
  • "He was just trying to save-face because he's going around the whole school saying that you were the "lousiest lay he's EVER had" and coming from him that's pretty bad."
  • "The almanac says today will bring an arrival or something."
  • "We don't need a fourth."
  • "I love a woman in uniform!"
  • "I guess this confirms she's not a natural blonde."
  • "If she leaves you alone, nothing will happen to her."
  • "Sorry, my pedicure ran late."
  • "It just felt really nice to belong."
  • "I disagreed with them once and they turned their backs on me. That's not friendship."
  • "You have a tremendous light inside you... more so than anyone I've ever known. You must not be afraid."
  • "I can't control it. I always end up hurting someone."
  • "So does stuff like tonight happen to you a lot?"
  • "I'll want it just to be quiet and I'll wish for it and wish for it, and I'll go deaf for three days straight."
  • "Guys, concentrate or it's not gonna work."
  • "I think I sprained my finger."
  • "Light as a feather, stiff as a board."
  • "Shut up or you're gonna fall!"
  • "How do I get down? Whose got the instructions?"
  • "I know you think we're getting what we want now, but it's going to come back to us, threefold."
  • "Stop trying to win them over, because it won't work."
  • "I'm not trying to win them over, you're paranoid."
  • "Why does it always have to be that way with you?"
  • "Because that's the way it is!"
  • "All I'm saying is, I think you should think."
  • "Hey, you know, I was thinking we should move in together."
  • "I don't think I'm ready for that level of commitment."
  • "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • "I can't eat, I can't sleep."
  • "I think I love you."
  • "I've never loved anyone before... well, except for my mom and this little puppy I had when I was little..."
  • "Why are you doing this to me? Do you think you're funny?"
  • "She's gonna cry, then I'm gonna cry, and we're all gonna cry!"
  • "You're not like your friends."
  • "You know I've never read anything about this stuff before. I mean, I don't follow it."
  • "He's gone completely crazy."
  • "Hey, I like your butt. Do you want to have dinner?"
  • "There is no undoing; it must run it's course."
  • "You should let him suffer."
  • "It's not for you to judge suffering."
  • "True magic is neither black, nor white - it's both because nature is both. Loving and cruel, all at the same time."
  • "The only good or bad is in the heart of the witch. Life keeps a balance on its own."
  • "You can defeat those who challenge you, but you must surrender yourself to the higher power."
  • "You must invoke the spirit."
  • "Oh, did I frighten you? I'm sorry."

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