Random Notes: Crack, Crack and more Crack. Oh, and Chrei.
And this is one of those that reference the rules of the newb guide, which may or may not be posted at some point.
Falling in love with your best friend was such a cliche.
But yet, knowing this fact, Sunny just could not help herself.
'We need Ventolin,' announced Sunny. The two of them were in Sunny's bedroom, studying. Supposedly. Also because that's what best friends are s'posed to do
'...why do we need Ventolin?'
Sunny stared at Chris. 'Because reasons. Obviously.'
Said person shook his head. 'I don't even know what those online people are doing to you. I swear, one day they're going to kidnap you and nobody would ever find out because anyone who did would be bribed with cookies.'
'...what the hell?' Sunny stared incredulously at Chris. 'How do you know I do that?'
Chris rolled his eyes. 'Because I saw it, remember?'
'Ohyeah. What do you think of them anyway?'
'I think that they're crazy.'
'Well that's an accurate description. Also where is this conversation going because this is not plot relevant. Well nothing is really relevant to anything wher I come from, but wtvr.'
Chris' eyes widened. 'Did you seriously just strikethrough and chatspeak in that sentence?'
Sunny shrugged. 'habit i guess'
'Grammar!'
'oops habit'
'How is that habit? No one even talks like this!'
'well i do so there i win jortato is legit everyone go home.'
'...I give up. We should be studying maths and being a cute ship anyway.'
'...'
'...'
The silence stretched on, until Sunny giggled and said -
'omfg we're like quoting jordan lol'
'...'
'but um chris'
'...Yes?'
'we're doing a terrible job at being a cute ship'
'I don't even -'
Sunny moved closer to Chris, so she was sitting right next to him. 'like dat'
Chris shifted uncomfortably. 'Um...'
'well idek actually but wtvr i think most cute ships like getting close to each other like this'
'Why are you even acting like this?'
'bc the author's too lazy to write anything that is remotely entertaining or amusing'
'...I see.'
'HI SUNNEH,' screamed TG as she burst into the room flailing. 'YOU SEE, IT WAS GETTING AWKWARD AND WE NEEDED A PLOT SO I CAME IN FOR NO REASON.'
'whut ._.'
'JORDQUOTE THERE SUNNEH ALSO I HAVE BEEN HIT BY CAPS BUG'
'WAIT WHUT IM MARRIED TO CAPS THO GET AWAY.' Tate also entered the room for extra Plot.
'What the hell? Can we just end the story here?'
'Okay,' said Tate, nodding.
'You two,' said TG.
'Need,' added Tate, continuing TG's sentence because of mind reading powers and other logical reasons.
sunneh and chris make out heatedly bye
'GTFO, Snow,' grumbled Tate, annoyed.
'technically i'm not anywhere near you so that sentence is wrong' Snow pointed out.
'LALALA SHUDDUP,' chanted TG and Tate together.
'RULE FIFTEEN TO ALL OF YOU SO THERE' added TG after a moment.
'I FORGOT WHAT RULE FIFTEEN IS ASDFGHJKL; HALP'
Sunny and Chris sat still on the couch, eyeing the newcomers with fear. And confusion. And emotions. Inside her head, Sunny was already shipping a Snow/TG/Tate!Threesome. Because she is the horniest of us all and other logical reasons. Rule 11. (hahaha tate needs to scroll it's eleven) (xD oops)
'wtf'
'that'
'well obvi i'm not appreciated here so bye PEASANTS' snow flipped her hair and flounced off with the elegance of a president SNOW HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ok bye
'how does that even work o.o' said TG as she poked around the room. 'this is a sorry excuse for a chat by the way' she added.
President Snow re-entered the room and killed everyone.
Bombed everyone to be precise.
And their kids.
bye
And the story ended in the most awkward fashion ever. THE END SO THERE.
Writers: I can't remember who started this one, but I know that I wrote one sentence and you can tell which one is Tate and which one is Sunny, so.
Rating: K+
Random Notes: This is one of the really short, random, ones. I think most of the freewriting turns out like this lol.
And this wasn't really a freewriting, just one of those things that no one knew what to do with and Tate just brought killing people into. //shurg
It took him five years. Five years before he changed. Five years before he finally got over her--got over his thirst for revenge, and was able to move on.
And then he saw her again. She looked different, in some ways--her hair was shorter, no longer to her waist. She looked more mature, and her mouth was set.
Potato. Her name still sent shivers down his spine. The name itself was uncommon enough, and now that it reminded him of her...
The alleyways of London are dark at night.
[lol i know
the perfect place for murder
basically
tate and jordan murder tg and tish and sunny and all other jortato shippers
and then the end baibai]
[no not the end potato dearest you forget that i am immortal and tg is half-ghost and therefore very hard to kill seeing as she's already dead. as for tish; her father isn't even human, dear. do the math.
also wth where did that line even come from anyway its creepy what the fuck are you guys serial killers]
Writers: Jordan (who gave us the opening line), TG (me) and Tate
Rating: K+
More Random Notes: This was one of the more crackish ones that turned into a chat after a while. xD Again, laughter and choking is not our fault, if any happens.
Oh, and this is one of those that makes more sense if you know our forum. Otherwise, it doesn't. At all.
Once upon a time, Jordan killed TG. The end.
Don't forget, so did Tate.
That was a nice story, Jordan. But it didn't happen quite like that.
Yes it did.
Jordan and Tate were sitting in front of their separate computers in their separate states in their - shock - same country, and they both frowned. Basically they had the nearest thing to the pokerface on except they both typed -
'DIE TG DIE'
'OFF WITH HER HEAD'
'OMFG FCK U'
'YOU. ARE. DEAD.'
Hunched over her keyboard, Tate typed furiously.
'Let's kill her together, Jord.'
Except of course it lacked grammar, so it was, in fact: 'lets kill her together jordAN OKDONE EVERYONE GOES HOME YAy because it was actually an edit war over jord and jorde and jordie so yeah'
But for simplicity's sake and reasons we will correct her terrible grammar.
Jordan responded: 'Yes.' In that usual emotionless style of his.
And then of course he added: '._.'
'jordface' squeaked a random CftBF member.
'...' said Jordan. 'Shutup.'
'jordquote,' squeaked another.
'...'
'Shutup.'
'jord just quoted himself omg so legit' squeaked the same member who was starting to sound like Sunny.
And in her room in Singapore, TG just sat in front of the computer laughing because this was such an accurate description of the forum. There was just one more thing to add.
'Boobs.'
'tg shuddup and let us kill u ok'
'Yes.'
(Guess who.)
'hahahahano.'
'um
'what about
'YES.'
'life doesn't work that way
'and i should go and be productive now so bai kids,' said TG in her usual studying brb manner.'have fun fapping,' she added.
happy jortato week, everyone! my (sucky) day 1 entry
a/n. i think i'm the second entry woohoo this sucks but still Most alliances form after days of planning and negotiation. Theirs forms automatically. Their eyes meet as they run from the Cornucopia, side by side, and he sees her determination and she sees his intelligence and when they stop, they are still side by side and that is that. ___ "We need weapons," she says one day, while they are walking. That's all they ever really do—walk. He says they need to get away from the others, let them kill each other off so that it'll be easier for them. She's never been a strategist, so she figures she ought to follow his lead, as much as she hates following. "We have weapons," he says, and she can't tell what he's thinking or feeling ans she hates it. She wonders how he manages to keep his tone so perfectly flat all of the time. "I know, but—" "We have each other," he says, and there, finally—emotion. Irritation, tiredness. "We have food. We have knives. That's all we need." "We have each other." At night, when it's her watch shift and she has constant peace, she thinks the words over and over in her head. ___ Two nights and eight gory deaths later, she slings her pack over her shoulder and does not have the heart to slit his throat while he sleeps. ___ He wakes up to the snapping of a twig. It's not like her to make noise. She's leaving. It's obvious. Inevitable really—it's not like he could have killed her. But he can't just let her leave, let her end this alliance, without saying goodbye. The fact that she hadn't killed him in his sleep-that, alone, was something, in the arena. But it;s more than that. So much more. He loves the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke of her home. ... If he were being honest, he would admit to himself that he loves everything about her. But Jordan had never been very honest with himself before, so why start now? No, that realization is for later. Right now, all he can do is grab her arm, spin her around, and pull her close. She doesn't even get to say "Jord, what the hell?" before his lips are on hers; and then their hearts are thumping like mad, though she stays frozen. Frustrated, he tugs her hair and then she responds and she pulls him closer, ever closer, though never close enough. His hands are in her hair and hers are fisted in the fabric of his shirt; undoubtedly, every camera in the arena is trained on them and only them as he stumbles backwards and now he is against a tree and she is against him and there is nothing else in the world. a/n. ew this is a gross entry what have i done ew
ahem. This is the banner that I drew for Club for the Book Fanatic. xD It's not really great for use as a cover, because the dimensions are wrong, but I'll just leave this here. xD