Snowy and Sunni In The Hell Should I Call this Knife to The English Language?
Snowy scowled at her Naruto/ Sasuke fic with a sketch. She made in the 6th grade during her weaboo phase…truly those were dark times, she didn’t even ship it anymore. “I guess they could work as kimesises.” She whispered under her breath She like Rosemary and Destiel actually, she was hard pressed to find a ship that she despised through and through. She waited in line with the rest of the peasants so she could get her lunch and sit alone…again! Snow didn’t mind though. She was very misanthropic when it came to a good ninety eight percent of her peers. She started drawing some Sleeping Warrior…or perhaps Humanized Applespark? She tore the page from her notebook and stuffed into her failure pocket in her bookbag. It was the fullest pocket. Her drawings were just squiggly lines. She glared at Sunni one of the most popular girls in school talking with her friends. God she looked so trashy with her fake boobs orange skin pounds of make up skinny frame. She was probably one of those idiots that populate Facebook. Sunni looked so fake, plastic, trashy and pretty. NO! SHE ISN’T PRETTY AT ALL! Snowy’s cheeks flared up. She liked girls yeah but she had standards!
A normal day of suck
submitted by aphlyrics
It was a stormy day when Hipster-sempai invited Punk-kun to his “hive”. Punk-kun didn’t want to visit him. He was annoying as hell. Even though they both shared some kind of interest about political matters and demonstrations, he was more kind of passive-agressive and kind of a wimp when things get ugly. But as said, it was fun to discuss with him, so he went. And he regreted it very fast. He was sitting at the dinner table and talking to him, but he didn’t spoke a word yet. Too busy searching after some f. tea.
-“…are you even listening?” asked Punk-kun back to test his attention.
-“Yeah, whatever”, Hipster-sempai answered, confirming that he wasn’t interested at all in his point of view. He used the w-word pretty much and it annoyed Punk-kun the hell out of him. He stood up.
-“Why am I even here?! You know what?! Suck my dick, I’m going home” Punk-kun kicked a chair out of his way and went to the door. Hipster-sempai rolled his eyes.
-“It’s just that your way of viewing things is so, well, mainstream. It bores me deadly. You call yourself revolutionary, but there is nothing revolutionary about… hey, wait. Come on, don’t be mad again. You are always so negative loaded”, he pleaged and put his hand on Punk-kuns shoulder. He was very tempted to hit Hipster-sempai in the face. “Look. I’ll make you a cacao, and myself a tea. You know, being vegan and stuff. Then we can talk about whatever you want. Sounds like a deal?” Punk-kun growled. If he know left, he would seem like a spoiled child. And he wasn’t definetly the spoiled child of them two. “Fine, wha-shit” he interruped himself mad, inducing a smug grien on Hipster-sempais face.
Actual Cannibal Shiu Labeef
a fic about Other/Me(Normal) meeting Shia LaBeouf
submitted by nexev
OTP forever and ever and ever.
(late to the bandwagon)
When Sunny opened her eyes, the world was blue and almost too bright.
“If you’re just gonna keep falling asleep, I’m going to go. I have things to do.”
She blinked and looked at the head that was keeping the afternoon sunlight from searing her dark-adjusted eyes. A head with brown hair that was haloed from the light and with clear grey eyes that were so bright and gorgeous and—
Currently glaring irately at Sunny.
“Oh, nono, I’m awake!”
God I’m an idiot.
Part 3 of my Creamsicle Fanfic WOOOO I finally wrote it!
Snow woke up bright and early the next day and skipped happily down the road to school. She stopped skipping outside the school gates in case someone of social importance saw her, then she realized that she had just been kissed by the schools queen bee, didn’t that give her some form of social immunity? So she kept skipping, slightly quieter than before, but still, skipping none the less.