#jortato

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omg the fic

the fic

55 pages

[airunis]

tHERE WAS A JORTATO WEEK?

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29 pages total wow

how did we get here so fast it's the second chapter and it's twice the length of the first

(kudos to iris and sunny good job guys i approve so hard but GOD DAMN IT JORTER)

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let's play a game called how many ships can i imply/make canon in this high school au

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IM SOBBING

I SHOWED MY FRIEND THE CFTBF HIGHSCHOOL AU I WAS WRITING AND THIS WAS HER REPLY

"OMGOMGOMG IT'S DAMN NICE!!! <3 U HAVE TO UPDATE ME ON THE STORY K???? PLSPLSPLS FINISH WRITING IT ASAP!!! OMG I SOOO SHIP JORDAN AND TATE!!! <3 <3 <3"

WE FINALLY DID IT WE MADE SOMEONE NON FORUM SHIP JORTATO

[tishuew]

I CANT BELIEVE I DID THIS

This took way more effort than I thought it would gah

Joan I blame you

You gave me this idea

ANYWAYYYSSS.

This was really fun to do :D

And I'm gonna show you all bigger pictures of yo faces

Sunny:

App:

Drift:

Joan:

Lizzi:

Jord:

Tate:

Snow:

Devi:(umm..)

Iris:

and meee:

so here's the part I get overly sentimental.

So as I know I was kinda just part of this forum because Joan introduced me and you all seemed really nice and I wanted to be part of that and now I feel more like I am I guess but sometimes I don't come on for long periods of time and I feel guilty because I actually wanted to be a regular part of the forum family and just aocyaleghxakuyminwaghkcmh.

But I just want to say that when I do come on and you guys are there it's always a great part of my day and ya'll are awesome. So thanks, Joan, and thanks to all of you.

AAAANDDDD I WILL PRANCE AWAY GAYLY NOW LIKE A FICKING UNICORN BECAUSE WHY THE HECK NOT BITCH

/prances away gayly like a unicorn

Oh. and Jord? /stabs. Muahahahahaha.

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I feel bad that my Jortato Week entry for today is sitting at home and I don't really want to put it up because Jordan looks so weird asdfghjkl;

[evilpinkwizard]

"May the odds be ever in your favor," he whispers. The body of the dead girl is mutilated, but the face is unharmed and he wishes he could look at it forever, back when it was alive and youthful. "I'll be right back," she'd said. "I just need some more water." He stared into the face of the terrified young boy. Jordan took his club and bashed bashed bashed He was crying out his loves, regrets, and condolences. He would win this stupid game. For her.