congrats to Raisin Bran,
it started with you and ended with you...
how poetic...
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congrats to Raisin Bran,
it started with you and ended with you...
how poetic...
I'm going to keep going on about it - The Split ruined my life tonight.
That awkward moment someone asks something from my notes and I can't read it
I just started reading This Is Not A Test. I am only like 4 pages in and I already LOVE it! It's an awesome reminder of what a kickass story teller @summerscourtney is.
Dispensing Witticisms, Criticisms and other kinds of isms since 1993.
So, heyyy 69 tumblr followers, of which like 65 are spam bots, I am sorry for posting something that isn’t dogs or overwatch but: I have a blog where I write things! Because abstracting my writing out of the Tumble Lands makes it seem more profesional somehow. But yes, I write some fantasy, some scifi, some personal stuff, and most recently a story about cans! TRULY MY WRITING BLOG HAS IT ALL. Except followers. BUT YOU COULD CHANGE THAT. If you want. I mean I’m not your boss or anything. If you’re curious though, feel free to check it out! I aim to update once a month maybe, and I’ll make sure to post links to what I do here. Enjoy you crazy kids.
Me @ me: why are you starting ANOTHER fic. You have like SEVEN started. WHY DON’T YOU FINISH ONE INSTEAD.
me @ Me: okay but like what if.. and here me out.. but what if there was EIGHT stories to work on.
Me @ me: No. Stop. You can’t keep doing this.
me @ Me: ...
me @ Me: ...
me @ Me: ...
Me @ me: What are you doing? Why aren’t you answering me? What. Are. YoU. DoInG?
me @ Me: oh sorry I was writing another fic
Instead of shag me for the Wolff's could you do love me?
“Your fans back.” Carmen sayscasually, handing over an opened letter, and Susie laughs at how it'ssigned off, 'I love you'.
“He's quite sweet.” She replies,leaning back in her seat to read it. “I don't mind it.”
“Well don't come crying to me whenyou're dead in a ditch.” Carmen sighs, and carries on sortingthrough the mail. She's meant to be helping Susie go through herfanmail, being an extremely famous female F1 driver is very hardwork, but instead she's making fun of the letters that Susiereceives.
“Toto isn't going to kill me.”Susie says absent-mindedly, “He just admires my work.”
“And he'll admire you better whenhe's wearing your skin.” Carmen pulls a face, “After he eats yourliver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.”
“Those are two completely differentvillains in the Hannibal universe.” Susie argues, placing theletter on the desk, “Of which Toto is neither. He's just a guy witha crush on me, nothing sinister or creepy about that.”
“I'm just saying.”Carmen shakes her head, “I don't trust him.”
“Youdon't trust anyone.” Susie replies, and Carmen smiles.
“Notwhen it comes to you.”