#gemstarter

[sarahfuckerman-blog]

Well, I guess it’s time for all of you to meet the leader of the soon to be winning team. The name’s Sarah, the youngest - and smartest - of the Puckerman clan. I’m 21, tons of fun, and ready to kick some ass. So, let the games begin and let the best family win. 

And if any ladies start to feel a little lonely, I have a great cure for that.

[franklyfabray-blog]

Even being a twin, it is more than confusing to see two of most of you. Anyway, to kick off what feels like the start to a seriously low budget horror film, I’m Quinn and I’m truly looking forward to beating all of you.

[smythealexandre]

Alright, I know, I’ve already let you down by being late. You didn’t get to walk in and be greeted by the hottest man alive and the most expensive cat in the world. But it’s okay, I’m here, and if you’re lucky I’ll let you pet my pussy. At least until my sister’s dog eats her.

My name’s Alexandre, and the pleasure is all yours. Can anyone explain to me how this camping thing works and where I can get the chef to make Anastasia a salmon?

[elorabanks-blog]

Sitting down on the living room floor, her legs crossed and a small thing of pens beside her, Elora looked up at the plant observing it’s different shapes and shadows before moving her pen to match it’s patterns. Her strawberry blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun with hairs falling around her face, her head turned as she heard footsteps. A smile grew on her lips as she seen a familiar face, “Hi!” She said, setting down the sketch pad. “Can I draw on you?”

[hudsonreilly]

  "Tomorrow, Eugene Polley will invent the TV remote, which will change our lives forever. Thanks, Gene, now we'll be able to flip through the channels without having to leave the comfort of the couch. He's truly my biggest hero."

[elorabanks-blog]

Turning to the closest person next to her she smiled, “Can I ask you something?” She said, messing with her blue shorts, not able to contain her excitement for being here. Grease being her favorite musical, this decade had become one of her favorites. “Please go get a burger and shake with me, it’s cliche I know, but please, pretty please.” Elora pouted, hoping maybe she could be the one to get a person to do something for once. “You look really nice, by the way.” She added, hoping the sincere compliment would help her get her way.

[coranovak-blog]

Taffeta clings to her body, the silken fabric clinging to her waist in an attempt to emphasize her bust before falling into a full skirt, shrouding the rest of her frame in a deep rose fabric. It’s not a style she would’ve chosen, but it’s the style of the era. Perhaps if she were a man she’d be given the option of leather jackets and jeans; something that allowed her limbs to be free. But as a woman, it’s all long skirts, dainty heels, and thick curls. The unfamiliar clicking of her shoes against the pavement unsettles the girl, furthering her spiral into discomfort, something that always happens when they’re forced to time travel. And the strangers around her, other women bustling past in their hurry to get to shoppes and men whistling in her direction as if she were a dog, are doing nothing to help the girl. It finally becomes too much — the throbbing in her head from their travel, the clothes that make her feel like a foreigner in her own body, the people shoving her through the streets  — and she closes her eyes, tears threatening to spill, when she’s pushed into another body. “Fuck. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you. It’s just so damn crowded.”

[alecsux-blog]

“People keep bitching ‘bout all these kids who can, y’know, like — skateboard, and ski, jump off cliffs, fly and shit but, hey — you’re totally forgetting my main man. Danny Phantom. Fourteen. Fucker could turn into a ghost, — yeah, a ghost — make his hair go all fuzzy and white in like five fuckin’ seconds, and like, make one of those badass zentai suits come outta freakin’ nowhere. A fuckin’ magic trick or something. Like, that is an accomplishment. If that’s not fuckin’ awesome, I don’t know what is.”