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.
It was just a dream……
But it said so much about me and my friendship with Hipster-Sempai. It was just that. Friendship. The one I truly loved was the last person I’d expect.
My contribution to the onslaught of Creamsicle
Headcanon: Snow’s an artist and when she’s not on tumblr, she’s on deviantart :P
Sometimes when Sunny was in her bed, passed out after going ten rounds with a case of Bud Light, Snow would close out tumblr and pick up her tablet.
Especially if it was one of those nights where Sunny had decided that loose clothes was for squares and that sleeping in nothing but the world’s tightest T-shirt and the tiniest thong ever. Especially, especially if Sunny had actually remembered wipe the gunk off of her face. Working quickly, but carefully, Snow would sketch out the vision before her, making sure that every bit of exposed, tanned skin was captured. Sometimes, she would draw Sunny as is, but some nights (like tonight) she would take a few liberties with her artwork. One night, she might omit the shirt, trying to recreate Sunny’s breasts from memory. Another night, it would be the thong that was missing as Snow sketched out the part of Sunny that only she was allowed to see.
When she was done, Snow would upload the image to her computer, making sure to save it an unassuming folder titled “Calculus Homework” (in case Sunny decided to run off with her precious Mac, again). Occasionally she would add color, always agonizing over which shade would perfectly match Sunny’s skin, but most of the time Snow preferred the uncolored sketch. Raw and messy and beautiful, just like Sunny.
Maybe one day, Snow would actually show Sunny her sketches. One day, but not today.
A Creamsickle Fanfic
“O-other –girl-sama” she stutters, having found herself cornered by a large pair of plastic breasts.
She tries to remember how it happened. They had just been sitting in Other-Girl’s room while Normal-chan scrolled tumblr on her phone and come across some SUPER KAWAII DESU fanart of some of her ships. Naturally she’s fangirl’d the fuck out and caused confusion to her orange friend.
THEN she had to explain what she saw and THEN she had to explain what shows they were from and THEN she had to say WHY they were such AMAZING SHIPS and THEN she had to explain shipping and HOLY FUCKING CHRIST ON A STICK SHE HAD TO EXPLAIN OTP!
That had been really fucking tiring. Like, why?
The next thing she knew, these massive squishy melons were pressing her down on the bed as Other-Girl leaned over her, pouting in a way you’d only see in a facebook profile picture.
“Why can’t WE be your OTP?”
Normal-chan’s face heated up “I-I..” Damnit! If only she had a skateboard so she could Ollie out!
If only she knew how to do an Ollie in the first place!
How does one even Ollie into the sun anyway?
All of these stupid and pointless thoughts were thrown out of the window, however, when Other-girl leaned down and pressed their lips together, her lipstick sticking to Normal-chan’s lips, but she didn’t care and kissed back. It was just like one of her japanese anime’s.
Then they smutted.
It was hot.
Until Other-girl put photos up on Facebook, with little ‘x’s on them. She even used Picnik.
Normal-chan flew off the handle quite literally.