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!

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twelvefootmountaintroll:

Normal-chan was walking through a nerdy meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around her head when she spied a natural little tumblrite lying under a tree.

Normal-chan skipped over to see the dear thing and was blonde to find that she was hurt! A facebook had pierced her orange little boob and she whimpered normally with the pain.

“My white little friend,” Normal-chan said. “Let me help you!” She took out her Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the facebook, as provocatively as she could. The tumblrite cried out and Normal-chan’s heart ached, like the sort of misogyny nightmares are made of. “You’ll be all right,” Normal-chan whispered. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll call you Other Girl and you can live with me forever!”

Scooping Other Girl up in her arms, Normal-chan carried her home and made a bed for her beside her own. For seven days and seven nights, Normal-chan nursed Other Girl, cleaning her boob and feeding her Tumblr-brand tumblrite chow.

On the eighth night, Other Girl climbed into bed with Normal-chan. She burrowed under the covers and sexily spray-tanned Normal-chan’s foot. It made Normal-chan giggle and she cuddled close to Other Girl, stroking her hair and singing interestingly to her.

They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Normal-chan hurried home so she could curl up with Other Girl. It gave her a trashy feeling whenever Other Girl spray-tanned her foot.

Then one night, Other Girl looked up at Normal-chan and said, “If you kiss me, I will become a real princess.”

Normal-chan screamed coyly, she was so surprised. How could a tumblrite talk? She must have dropped off and dreamed it.

“You’re not dreaming,” Other Girl said. “Kiss me.”

“Don’t tell anyone I screamed like that,” Normal-chan said and kissed Other Girl on her hair. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a real princess! With a crown and everything!

“I’m Princess Other Girl,” she said. “I was cursed. It’s a long story.”

“Is it really you?” Normal-chan said.

“See?” Other Girl said and showed Normal-chan the scar from the facebook on her boob. Then she kissed Normal-chan and they tumbled on tumblr and did a lot of very fake things, some of them involving a skinny creamsicle.

“I love you,” Other Girl said when they were done. Normal-chan clasped her close and they lived together happily ever after on all the princess treasure Other Girl had stashed away.

And if Other Girl didn’t know about Normal-chan’s visits to the tumblrite sanctuary, well, it wouldn’t hurt her.

(http://prillalar.com/drabbles/)

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. 

caffeinatedqueer:

Prompt from Emberslash

 ”Hey Snow, you wanna do one of those cosplay things?” said Sunny, poking Snow’s side. Snow hardly looked away from her computer. “For what though? None of my new fandoms have anything we’d be good at.” Sunny smirked and snatched Snow’s computer from her lap. “Who says we have to be characters? I have plenty of outfits in my closet.” Snow looked at Sunny, incredulous. “Wait, what are you–” Sunny pressed her lips against Snow’s and pinned her down

a-hiding-soul:

“Hey! Are you even listening to me?!”

Snow’s voice snapped Sunny out of her daydreams. Daydreams about the younger girl, of course. She was smart, pretty, nice, funny…well, she was perfect, according to Sunny.

“Y-Yeah! Of course I’m listening, babe!” Sunny grinned, crossing her tanned arms. She…

a fic about Other/Me(Normal) meeting Shia LaBeouf
submitted by nexev

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evil-sherlock-holmes:

“Come on Snow, we can’t keep Suzy and Enoby waiting!”

“I refuse to go on a double date with a girl named Mary Sue!”

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Suzy’s my friend; you’ll like her a lot!”

“But her name is Mary Sue!”

“So?”

“And her girlfriend’s name is Enoby Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way! That’s… ugh! I can’t.”

“You can’t what, Snow?”

“I’ve lost all ability to can.”

“Psh, yeah right. Tell you what, Snowball. Let’s go on the date and then we’ll go see the Avengers again. I wanted to see more of Chris Evans anyway!”

“Fine. Deal.”

“Lipstick, Slashfic, and Mutant Alligators” by Mr. Sock Puppet

(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.

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0fft0neverland:

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. 

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