oh yes this.
First of all can I say thanks…Considering my Grandfather’s situation distractions are completely ….good. And on that note if anyone else wants to RP or send me random questions please.
But if I did get a magic universal credit card in exchange for me being the victim of population control…well…okay….
Open call to everyone who wants to come via my unlimited credit…
not sure where we are going. I know it sounds funny but I like Glasgow a lot…and I like Oslo a lot and I like Mississauga a lot. Places I’ve lived. I guess…since my grandparents don’t have their home anymore…I guess I’d ask the people who bought it from them if I could rent it from them for a week and fly everyone who wanted to come (And seeing as unlimited credit card…no one would have to buy their own ticket) to 20 Todd Court in Woodbridge Ontario leaving the nice people who bought it with well…a huuuuuge cleaning bill to put their house back in order later. I think sleepovers are cool and just ‘cause you’re not 10 doesn’t mean you can’t so everyone brings their PJ’s. Food would be majority vote every night except wednesday where I pick (And I’d be sure there was a gluten free, vegan and/or vegetarian option fyi.). Also I’d I’d buy a lot of fuzzy critters but ONLY if I could give them to guests knowing they’d be properly taken care of.
And I’d go to like…The Brick or IKEA and buy as many blankets as I could and make a huge nest. Cuddling welcome.
…um…and I would go horseback riding for a day and since everyone could come with potentially….THEY COULD.
Also a giant paintball tournament.
and I’d buy a turquoise and an orange laser scope and auction them off on the last day.
Oh. And I’d pay Matt Smith as much as a hug from him costs. With extra hug.
Oh forgot one thing. Shia LaBoeuf…I want to make a live action music video to Actual Cannibal Shia LaBoeuf and also I want to do Ferris Buller’s day off and also I want to play Janet in Rocky Horror next to Anthony Stewart Head. Also I want Anthony Stewart Head to play Darren somehow in the movie vers. of my novel series.
NO ONE KNOWS? This was easier when I started Tumblr.
1. Once I in order to avoid missing a class when I was in 4th year undergrad (and you NEVER miss classes if you want letters of reccomendation) I went to the Unisex/handicapped washroom, curled up on the floor and slept between classes. Because the floor was cold and it was around the corner for the class I couldn’t miss.
As it turns out I apologized to the prof for being a bit of a zombie and she said I could have stayed home a day. But well….floor of the washroom. Good fever killing sleep.
2. I once made my flatmate drink a pint of rum on a dare. Yes pint…but at least it was quality rum. It was kinda funny.
3. I still take chewable vitamins.
4. I am VERY easily peer-pressured.
5. One night in 2011, I couldn’t fall asleep so I pulled a Brock Sampson. Yes…I did that…12 times in a row…to see if I could. Course it’s easier for women.But yeah.
But I will. D’s Universe…a few new characters.
1. They ate the red smarties FIRST for shit’s sake.
2. You had to hunt down the people who made the season finale of the best TV show ever because it SUCKED
3. All the cool kids were doing it
4. It has been your dream all these years to tell someone to “Run. Just run.” Unfortunately, you caught them.
5. You’re a mean drunk. A REALLY mean drunk.
1. Hexwood by Dianne Wynne Jones
2. Geek Love by Katherine Dunn
3. Danny the Champion of the World by Roald Dahl
4. The Last Unicorn - Peter Beagle
5. The Double Hook - Sheila Watson
1. Actual Cannibal Shia LaBeouf is after you.
2. Compass dude. Invest in one.
3. Someone told you that staring at the North Star was as vision impairing as staring directly at the sun
4. You’re in a RL game of Don’t Starve. Yeah you’re fucked.
5. You aren’t actually alone. *insert maniacal laughter here*
Best thing about being a bachelorette? You get to dance around while cleaning the house and sing really badly to Areosmith and The Ramones while sliding on the newly mopped floor in your socks.
Jarvis hates when I do that.
hey who says you need to be a bachelorette to do that. My flatmate just either laughs or suggest I get professional help.
What: Tumblr Fic War
Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.
When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!
What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know!
Not done with my new horror fic…but ran it by the flat mate (who thinks I need professional help now)
Also he sort of forced me to voice Harley Quinn. He was horrified
Specifically CAROLINE is going all Rod Serling’s Night Gallery on Wheatley.
Really though I’m kinda doing a parody of ‘Make Me Laugh’.
is there proof of anyone winning a tumblr giveaway ever
Yes! Unbadger did indeed draw me a picture when I won her givaway!
How does I write this portal horror story. I have beer and….a certain idea….but Machiavellian plan!horror Wheatley needs to have something…different, I already did why the fuck did you touch the giant space penis or more accurately giant mantis women (in a ‘those two guys’ horror thing) in the Doug/Greg tale….I went laughable in Cave meets his totally sexy genderswapped counterpart and the Sex Robot….I went all HAL with the initial Wheatley tale….
I’m THINKING the way to go here is to do a good old murder mystery double cross. Yesss.
Wheatley’s excitement over getting his new body was wearing thin a little too quickly. He’d never been one for patience – like the stupid way that testing euphoria gave out way too quick.
So yeah, he had this horrible body that was human at least but thin and white. Would it have killed the last guy to get a bloody tan? Or a haircut?
He was rapidly discovering that yes, it probably would. Kill him, that is. He’d forgotten about things like money and food while he’d been a robot and it was fairly clear this version of him was lacking in basic human resources.
When he’d been a robot and he didn’t like a human he could mashy spike plate them into oblivion. That was another horrible thing about this body. It was weak. He had tried hitting the git sitting in the cubicle next to him for playing that dreadful song by that Michael Jackson fellow he was swiftly adding to the list of things he hated. He hated the singer specifically because it had been the background music to him getting his arse kicked by the guy in the cowboy hat with the green eyes.
He reminded him of this Indiana Jones wannabe douchebag back from the facility.
On the other hand, smothering that annoying flatmate had been easy. Waiting for him to go to sleep had not been.
Fortunately for him, the Aperture Science Multiverse Project was still going on. So he dumped the dead roommate body in the dumpster behind a seafood restaurant. There wasn’t any way to get to the Aperture incinerators and frankly half-week old seafood mixed with rubbish smelled about as bad as this body did.
When I moved here students made fun of me for my accent. I was a TA, I needed all the respect I could get so I took a cue from my Godmum who got made fun of in the same way when she moved to Canada (Funnily enough she sounds more ‘Canadian’ than I do. Also funnily enough my students in Canada always thought the Irish/German wtf accent was SUPER COOL)
I always could make a reasonable effort - fanfic readings and stuff - for voices and nuances and such so I decided to change my voice. For awhile this was pretty tricky to talk in a COMPLETELY different accent than my own….and then….now…it’s easy. I guess I picked my adviser because I was always around him. Plus he probably knew what the hell I was doing but he never did call me out and that was pretty decent of him.
Now unless I pull out my work visa/passport for some reason nobody ever asks me anymore.
Although if I had a Glaswegian accent I would TOTALLY TOTALLY never want to change it. I have heard little elderly ladies no taller or bigger than myself yell and they are terrifying. Why would anyone ever bully a person who had the capacity to fucking scream like that? It’s like yelling in German or Norweigian….no matter what you say, it sounds MEAN.