when i was in 9th grade i tried to join the military history club but the teacher said i couldn’t join because the stuff “he and the boys” talked about was really advanced so my sister and i ended up starting a model united nations team and then 2 years later he tried to get me to join the military history club again because i kept winning model un competitions and every single boy in his club was literally in love with me and wanted me to join
but i said no bc by that point i was a smart, independent, and spiteful debate champion and too good for them so that same teacher talked the principal into letting him take over our team and kicked my sister and i (the president and vice president) out of it because he didn’t like us so then we became judges at the next competition they were going to and he was so pissed but tried to get us to cheat and let his (our) team win by default so we made sure that the kids he liked in the team that he had chosen to win and was doing all the work for lost and the kids who were still loyal to us got fair points and then i found out the teacher supported neo nazis and thats my story. the end
(College intensifies)
I feel so soft every time Brennan tells someone in battle that it’s there go and he’s so excited when he shouts “[character name], it’s your turn baby!”
i would die for u mr Brennan sir please call me ur baby in that fun peppy way you do I need the serotonin
/butchers a Homestuck quote and runs
I'm not gonna dispute that Oofuri isn't gay...cause it's the softest most wonderful bunch of young boy romances to ever grace the screen, but if you think Tajima is exclusively gay you are very wrong. Tajima is a disaster bisexual through and through with his dorky winks and bisexual finger guns (and Hanai is his functional gay boyfriend that continues to suffer).
Are you still writing stories anywhere? Or are you done altogether, not just on Fanfiction?
I have only posted on FF, and it’s been over two years since I last posted. However, I have finished my schooling for now and have suddenly gained a lot of free time. Thus, I actually have a pretty good outline of my story Mimic coming together, and the tentative beginnings of FtVttH. I won’t be writing them in a traditional sense as they are massive projects, but rather in a summary form with detailed interactions and lots of head cannons within it. So, basically, I’m actually gonna start posting stuff soon after been gone for over two years; keep an eye out!
jason: thalia plz help there's this girl i rly like
thalia: k
*piper walks into room*
jason: omfg thalia there she is thalia--
thalia:
thalia:
thalia: ayyy
jason:
jason: thalia
jason: thalia no
thalia: thalia yES
They removed Krolia from this season so early because she’s more of a badass than any character has the right to be, and also they knew that all Voltron girls are Too Powerful, and that having more than (3) on the team would result in the war being tied up in half a season.
It's okay, I didn't need my heart.
Zeref is the only one who knows Natsu’s birthday…
Do you think that every year he throws a little party? Only it’s not really a party, it’s just Zeref sitting alone in the dark, thinking about when they were a family, and then he just whispers “Happy Birthday, Natsu…” really sadly.
So I was watching Grey’s Anatomy when I came up with this really angsty thing.
When the explosion happens, Hiro is knocked back by the force and ends up injuring his head so badly that he needs immediate surgery.
After the surgery, he suffers from short term memory loss and his memory keeps relapsing after every 7 minutes.
He doesn’t know about Tadashi’s demise so he would demand everyone to tell him where Tadashi is. When they told him, he’d start crying and 7 minutes later his memory relapses so he takes on a blank look, snaps out of it after a few seconds and ask the same question again (and sometimes he’ll ask why he was crying.)
Eventually, everyone agrees to stop telling him about Tadashi’s death because Hiro has suffered too much and he didn’t deserve this. He needs some hope and support to recover from his condition, he needs to be happy. So if it meant lying about Tadashi’s death, then so be it.
So instead, whenever Hiro would ask: “Where’s Tadashi?”
They’d say as cheerfully as possible: “Tadashi is on his way, Hiro. He’s just getting treated for some cuts and bruises.”
Or sometimes Fred or GoGo would say:“ He’s outside. I’ll go get him!” before leaving and coming back after seven minutes.
Hiro would smile in relief, be cheerful and hopeful. Even return to being his cocky self as he impatiently waited for Tadashi, often remarking with a snort: “Seriously, did that nerd get lost in the hospital or something?” And then seven minutes would pass.
Hiro would ask the same question again. “Where’s Tadashi?”
And everyone would smile and reply: “He’s on his way, Hiro.”
McGonagall is McGONEagall