Posts tagged: my writing
I love you more than I can express in mere words on a blogging platform filled with pictures of Misha Collins and Berfuffle Cersnuffle. But I shall try anyway.
From the tip of your nose to your toes you are adorable. I love every creepy stalker glimpse you show me into your life, and I long to one day sit on your windowsill and look outside with you. If not the one you sit on at home, then a different one, a future windowsill. My love for you will stretch across oceans and continents because wow it’s huge.
You have beautiful handwriting. It’s hard to believe that, though we’ve never met, I’m holding and touching the words you wrote by hand and I can’t decide if it makes you seem physically closer or even more impossibly farther away. No seriously, I had to show it to my parents because your handwriting is so gorgeous. It puts my illegible scribble to shame, it really does.
I’m determined to learn your language and write back to you because it just seems so unfair to force you into mine when I can hardly write your name and address. I will learn to communicate with you bilingually, and maybe I’ll even learn how to write it with my American keyboard.
When we meet one day, the hugs you’ll receive are infinite, because the joy you bring me is impossible to contain. I can only dream of when that will happen, but I swear that I’ll make it so. My dear, I love your gift. It’s beautiful. I’ll treasure it like the others and I promise I’ll get yours off soon.
May the remainder of your school year be less stressful and your desires for chocolate always be fulfilled.
I love you.
Unexpected baby time! Your team is saddled with an unexpected baby of any species—human, dragon, squid, take your pick—by any means you can imagine.
How does it go? Who wants to keep it? Who wants to put it back? Who starts teaching it bad habits first? What eventually happens to the newest, unexpected member of your team?
"We can’t keep a baby," Paul scowled. "It’s too dangerous. What if it starts crying while we’re hiding? What will we feed it?"
we were talking about colin and orcas and I just
LARKIE THIS IS ACTUALLY PERFECT PLEASE MAKE THIS CANON
FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS
The screams ran up the street, punctuated by the crackle of gunfire and deranged yelling as the man aimed at whoever he saw. But before long, a dark figure was seen leaping over the rooftops, landing at the end of the street. The fleeing people and those who remained in the buildings, praying that the shooter wouldn’t come inside, breathed a sigh of relief. They were saved!
On top of a nearby building, Jagger groaned. He’d done it, he’d actually done it. Colin had worn the damn orca suit out instead of his normal one. He still had his mask on, but instead of the skintight, breathable suit that permitted him free movement…he was dressed in an over sized whale costume.
It was only a matter of a minute for Colin to tug the water out of a nearby fountain and slam it against the gunman, knocking him off his feet with the force of a rip tide. He dropped the gun, and Colin approached slowly, but he didn’t attempt to pick it up again.
It was difficult picking up the gun through the large flippers, but Colin managed it, and stood watch until the police arrived. Then he left the gun with them and ran again, hoisting himself up onto a rooftop.
"I cannot believe you actually wore that," Jagger said, folding his bare arms disapprovingly.
Colin just grinned. “Put that in your comic,” he replied.
So forever ago I reblogged one of those writing prompt things and someone actually sent one (<3) so this is way overdue but it ended up being a lot longer (and a lot less angsty) than I expected. So here we go at last, hey this gave me something to write in trig class over the last few periods thanks much.
The prompt was Pretense, with Damian
sleep is for the weak
What does your character feel about…
Friendship is important. Very important. Actually there’s that quote…what was it…’the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb’. Blame my weak family ties that I talked about earlier, but I’d rather have friends than lots of relatives.