Friday, August 3, 2012
one of a cat
Great gobs of ghost goop! I almost forgot I was supposed to post tonight (well actually it's 5 am) because tomorrow I'm going to a party!
But this isn't 5 am Para (except that it is) because I'm very much awake right now! And reading a great fic!!!
Seriously this is like the best fic ever. I can't stop smiling because its so great!!!
I must finish this before I sleep... I have no idea why. That's just the way I roll.
Gob I don't know where you get off just out and announcing your're not gonna post for a week... Does that seem like the kind of thing that's gonna fly????
Hob I'm confused. Marshal's not fat....
Welp better get back to reading.
I love this fic!!!
I just wish it was finished...
Well I'll be angry about that when I get to what I'm sure will be a disappointing and frustrating end.
For now I'm happy as a clam because I still have nearly half of it left!
Sunday, January 1, 2012
could be said
alright here's the argument:
im going to use a gif
here it is:
http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw9wmv7L7g1r5epdfo1_500.gif
it's frm the benders
you might think he's crying because a little g is gonna poke his eye out but really he's crying because sam
how nice
hmm what else is there to say?
i am still workin on this dumbo fic
i love little kitties
sam and dean have matching tattoos
i haven't read a fic since last year
oh wait duhhh i should do a thing where i say all about me again because i did one the last two years and who knows what could've changed since last year! alright let's take a looksy at my one from last year
alright my name is hob. i am still beautiful and frankly magic is pretty cool but idk about learning and idk about harry. well lost and hp are okay i guess. i still like merles. i love supernatural. also doctor who and stuff and inception. also i love fic. here is how i spend my day: reading fic and chilling. alright that's all you need to know and i mean it.
wow what a snoozer. well i changed my mind. i am the same old g. except i love less things. i couldnt really care about doctor who or inception that much. or merles. but i sure do love spn and fic!!!!!!!!!! what else is there to say? i love ketchup. i love brothers kissing brothers down below the spanish sky. i love me some pie. well that's the stuff
alright now the game
Day 1 - Favorite Character
my fave character is name dean winchester. he is this guy who cries a lot and dies a lot and has to be saved by sam a lot and is the little spoon a lot. he is so beautiful.
here's a pic of his brother sam touching his thigh:
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Blindsided
Mr. Cobb, if you could read me this chart please.”
Arthur pointed to the eye chart, putting the big eye looking through thing in front of Cobb’s face.
“Wow!” Cobb exclaimed. “You’re really good at that!”
“Well thank you, I do have a medical degree,” replied Arthur.
“No not that,” Cobb laughed. “Pointing. Have you ever considered going by “The Point Man”?”
Arthur blushed. “Thank you Mr. Cobb. How kind of you.” He pointed a couple more times. “Now. The eye chart please.”
“Oh yes,” said Cobb and looked at the eye chart.
Arthur paused. Cobb was making the strangest of faces. “…can you not see very well or are you just thinking?” he asked.
“Aha!” Cobb yelled. “You’ve pin-POINTED my problem. Everyone thinks this is my signature face when in reality… Cobb looked confused for a moment. “Reality,” he murmured. He then took a top out of his pocket and spun it. It fell over and he put it back. “In reality,” he continued. “I just have terrible vision.”
“You poor dear,” Arthur sympathized. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you some glasses and then you won’t have that problem.”
“But what if I don’t attract as many men with glasses?!” Cobb gasped in fear.
“I think I’d be okay with that,” said Arthur. “More for me that way.” He licked his lips.
Cobb smiled. “I like where this is going, doctor,” he said seductively.
Arthur quickly scribbled down two things. Then he bent low over Cobb, breathing his hot breath in the patient’s ear. He slid a piece of paper into the man’s hand. “This is your new prescription,” he muttered. “And this,” he tucked the other little note under Cobb’s collar. “Is my phone number. Get some sexy glasses so you’ll be able to read it.”
“Yes, doctor,” Cobb said obediently. He stood up and as he strode from the room Arthur gave him a playful slap on the butt.
ok i want my fic to be...
hiro/daphne. idk anything really.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Monsters Invisible
So Phillippa decided to run away from this family because they were no good. She thought of a couple of options in her brain and made a list of them because she was the kind of girl that loved lists. Okay, here’s the list that she made:
*Partayyy at Arthur’s place
*Join the circus lol
*Move into the castle up north in them woods
She thought this was a pretty good list except the first two things were out because Eames was already partying at Arthur’s place and she actually just put that circus one on there for a little joke. So then she just had that last option and she was feeling pretty confident about it. So then she put in into action.
The first part of the plan was to fake her own death. She achieved this by getting a hotel room and inviting her dear father there and when he got there she was plum on the other side of the hotel, sitting in the window. She said some words, and then jumped right off that window.
“NOOOOO PHILLIPPA JESUS CHRIST!” her dad screamed.
But little did he know that Phillippa had set up a bouncy place down below and had landed safely on that. All was going accordingly. She set sail and was Leo-strutting through them woods when she saw the castle and it was even more beautiful in person that she wanted to cry. She walked right into the place and saw the great shadow of a beast.
“Monster!” Phillippa cried.
And then a bunch of furniture popped out of nowhere and began to sing.
“That boy is a monster m-m-m-monster!”
“That boy is a monster m-m-m-monster!”
“He ate my heart. He a-a-ate my heart.”
“Okay, enough!” Phillippa shrieked. “Wait a second… who is that handsome fellow right there?”
Everyone looked to see who she was talking about. A little teacup jumped out from behind his teapot mother. “Me?” he asked. And their eyes met.
It seemed they were the only two in the room. They ran at each other and Phillippa picked the little cup up in her hands. She planted a sweet kiss upon him and that immediately broke the spell. All of the furniture turned back into people. The cup became a stylish little boy.
All except the beast transformed. He became an outraged maniac and tore from the castle never to be seen again. Everyone was happy to be rid of that giant grump and Phillippa became the princess of the castle and Chip was her prince.