The Long Con

Hello gs! Greeting from astronomy! Ha ha. My prof says hello. Jj. She says “pleasae make use of those extra resourses if you need help understanding the material”. Zzzzzzz now she is saying “blah blah blah red dwarfs”. Goosbag now she’s saying that she’s gonna drop the 4 lowest quiz scores. That is an excitement and a half. Also she’s talking about this stupid test that is on my birthday. I want to smash her face in.

Alright well he’s what I need to be saying and it is that I haven’t read the post from yesterday. This is because I am taking a little sort of break from the internet this week until idk maybe Thursday night. Well ok not a completel break because I need to do my posts and chat with my Gs and do homework stuff and watch things and get fic to read, but I didn’t feel the need to do any of those things last night or this morning so I didn’t even. Well this break if pretty refreshing, actually. You don’t even know.

Oh man last night I read a ton of fic. Also I wrote some. Ok but let me tell you that there will be no more reading of porn before bed because okay last night I had what was definitely the weirdest dream I’ve ever had in my life. Jk I will keep on keeping on but wowwie. What was that even Do not want. Okay and then I woke up this morning from that dream with this big headache and I had no plum clue what day it was, but I suspected it was Wednesday. So then I asked Mol, my roommate, what day it was and she made face like “what the” and then she told me it was Monday and I made a face like “what the just that?”

Haha one of the questions of this quiz is “why does a star leave the main sequence” and one of the choices is “it is bored”. Haha 6% of people picked that one. I sure did.

Ok let me tell you that last night I read some of my nanorimo from last year and let me tell you that it was the funniest thing I’ve ever read in my life. Omg was I high the whole time I was writing that or-
Ok I don’t remember writing a single shred of even one word of that. Omg what even is this thing.
Ok let me givey ou some snippets:


“Do you always have to shout? Well, Voldemort, obviously. That man is the shit!”
“Nancy!” said Wally. “You are a bad influence!”
“What is the shit?” asked Ada.
“See what I mean?” Nancy ignored him
“It’s like the bomb,” she said.
“What is the bomb?”
“The stuff?”
“What?”
“The junk.



“They are fruits,” said Wally kindly, before Nancy could shout out another “WHAT?!”, which it was clear she was going to.
“Oh.” She seemed satisfied. And then, “What is fruits?”


“Oh, Honey, Forks ain’t in Seattle,” said Nancy apologetically,
“It ain’t eh?”
“Nope.”
“Oh.”


Man, this thing is huuuuuuuuuuge!”
“That’s what she said,” Captain snickered. Nancy laughed. Loudly.
“GOOD ONE CAPTAIN!”
“Thank you turtle.”
“I’m not a turtle.”
“I know.”
“LOL.”
“Nancy! Don’t say ‘LOL’ in real conversation.” This was Wally. “I’m a big geek and even I don’t say LOL. In real life. I mean… I work at Best Buy for goodness sakes.”
“Aaaaaaaanyway. I’m gonna flip through this big ol’ honker and see what I can find. Hmmmm.” She ruffled the pages. “Seattle. Seattle. Where is Seattle?”
“We’re in it,” Oswaldo said jokingly.
“No, I mean in the book!” said Nancy, flipping through it ferociously. “Oh. Here! Okay, let’s see, let’s see. Okay, it starts on page 929 by the way. Remember that, Ada.”
“What? Why me?”
“I don’t know. You just look like the kinda girl who’s good at remembering stuff.


You are not to be coming. I will be going to the land of America, which is why I need my English, in case I must be communicating with any American cows while on the road.



“I am going to go on a road trip.” Eduardo blinked twice. “It is a trip that you take on the road.” Eduardo grew engraged. “I KNOW WHAT A ROAD TRIP IS YOU BOLSA DE BASURA!” He calmed himself down immediately. “I apologize.”
“You are forgiven, my friend.”
“Good. Now, you tell me. What is this trip taken on the road that you are to go on?”
“Well,” Oswaldo said, not quite sure how to begin. “It is like this. I seem to have a… lot on my mind lately. And in order to get it off of my mind, I plan on taking a short trip lands never explored by me, Oswaldo, before. It will be an adventure, of sorts. It will be a blast!”
“A blast?” Eduardo said, raising his eyebrows. “What is blast?”
“It is fun times to be had, that is what it is,”


Ok do you people know wtf this is. Wow I don’t even.

OK LET’S TALK ABOUT HOW WHEN EVER I GO OUTSIDE, IT LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL AND FALL-LIKE AND IT SEEMS LIKE THERE SHOULD BE BEAUTIFUL FALL WEATHER BUT THERE IS JUST STUPID SUMMER WEATHER. ALL I WANT IS TO GO TO STARBUCKS AND WEAR SOME SWEATERS AND NOT BE A BALL OF SWEAT AND KASJGLKDSAGASDGASGSAG IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK YOU STUPID WEATHER? IS IT?


GUESS WHAT! LESS THAN 2 WEEKS UNTIL I SEE MY G!
LESS THAN 2 MONTHS UNTIL I SEE GOB!
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Well I’m gonna finish reading this fic now and then write some. I would write the one for this post but obvs idk what the prompt is. Man I can’t wait to read para’s fic.
Oh I just realized I never read gob’s post either hmm

Ok I just read gob’s and the beginning of para’s.
Alright here is a list of things th at I just can’t bring myself to care about:
*when the date, month, and year are all the same number. w/e w/e

Alright gs remember when our blog was apropr? Hahahaha

Omg gs
Ok idk what happened but the fic I was writing turned into porn. I don’t even. What is this
Ok it’s like legit nc-17 porn even jsgahkjdasghsadghla wtf

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"Palms," Arthur repeats. He doesn't remember that particular character. "What book is he in?"

SJKADGH SJKLADGHLASJDGHASKLJDGA
I CAN’T BREATHE
I’M DYING
OMG

Wtf I don’t want to write sypeter noncom D: D: D:
Alright well w/e. well g idek who you are wanting to be saying that thing so i'm just gonna go with it really.


Sylar and Peter are just chillin'. Actually they are playing a game of checkers. Sylar is getting really frustrated because he thinks he knows everything and so of course he should be winning, but Peter is kicking his ass. At last Peter wins the game.

"CHECK MATE!" he hollers in a really obnoxious voice.

Sylar flings his arm across the table and knocks send all the checker pieces flying across the room.

"Oh, great," Sylar snarles. "You won a fucking game of checkers. You think you're so special?" he continues, advancing towards Peter who is just standing there looking rightfully terrified. "Let's see how much I can break you. He telekinesises Peter back on to the bed that happens to be there, and Peter lands on top of it with a thud. Peter squirms and tries to rol off the bed but Sylar is too quick for him, holding him there with his mind. Sylar flings h imself on to the bed next to him.

"DON'T KILL ME DON'T KILL ME!" Peter shrieks. Sylar lets out some maniacal laughter.

"Kill you?" He says, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not going to kill you." Then he presses his lips to Peter's and wets Peter's lips with his saliva. He sits back up and Peter's eyes are filled with horror as he realizes what is happening. Sylar smiles and RIPS off Peter's shirt.

"NOT THE SHIRT NOT THE SHIRT!" Peter says. Sylar rolls his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up," he tells Peter, and presses his lips to Peter's again in a sloppy kiss to make him do just that.

"Please don't do this," Peter says against Sylar's lips. "It doesn't have to be this way. We can, we can play another can of checkers." Sylar pulls back and looks at him with a smirk.

"Oh Peter," he says. "This isn't about the checkers." Then he undoes Peter's belt and slides his pants down his legs and then plum just noncons the hell out of that little guy.
A few years later, on their wedding day, they look back at this and laugh and laugh and laugh some more.

Ya like that?

Alright here's what you will write. hmmmmmmmmmm

Okay it will be some Hurley/Libby noncon

haha icqcml at this prompt. i can't even

omg i came h ere mostly t o chat w/ my gs but they not even here so w/e goodbye to all.