Spooder opened the door, crushing the person who was trying to get out.
"OH WHY! WHY!"
Tea looked at her and le gasped. She le gasped.
"Maria, your face wears a thousand sorrows," DEEP OVER EXAGGERATED INHALE. "WHAT IS WRONG?!"
"I have come across the worst thing the world!" SOB AND CRI.
"WHAT I CANNOT BEAR ANOTHER MOMENT WITHOUT KNOWING!!!!"
. . .
"UNDERTALE PORN." faints.
LE GASP.
Suddenly, her thoughts left her mind as a dagger went straight through the window of the driver, directly piercing his heart. Molly wanted to stay in the stopped cat, hoping that pretending to be dead would do her good. Her door opened, and she was pulled out by the neck of her shirt.
"Ah, son of a bitch!" she groaned, putting a hand to her back.
"Oh, so you were alive the whole time? Look here, Jason, some pipsqueak thought she could be a fake fake!" his words were interrupted by his own annoying, high-pitched, psychotic laughter.
The one named Jason approached Molly almost eagerly, his amber pools shooting daggers. He wave
It was such a long time ago, but I still hardly remember that day. The day where everything was complete tragic. The day where I had lost everything that I had truly loved. The day where I thought I almost had lost myself. Now, all I know how to do is run and protect the ones that are still remaining beside me. And I would never let them go. . .ever.
"Sage, are you okay?" I bolt from my nightmare, startling my sister, Amelia and fall on the floor.
I pull back my white covers and look out the window.
"Sorry for waking you," Amelia apologized as she picked herself back up from the wooden floor.
"I just was worried. You were stirring and t
Please Answer These Questions? by Teacup-O-Tea, literature
Literature
Please Answer These Questions?
I know this really doesn't belong in the literature section, but nobody even reads my journals, so kill me now. Please answer the following questions and copy this with your answer on your journal or whatever you want...you can't answer this if you already are British. But if you actually want to, you can, I'm not stopping you.
What do you think of Americans?
What do you think of the British?
Do you know what we British people think of Americans?
Do you find British accents sexy?
Do you eat scones? (If you do, you will be loved by thousands of my British people)
Do you drink tea? (Same goes for scones)
Yes or No questions?
Are you gru
Warning: Swearing. Don't like. Don't read.
It was Monday, July 4th. A few months ago, Tea allowed a small band uncivilized people called The Flynics to stay in her mansion in London, England, after Spooder protested to leave them stranded on a dangerous island far away from England where they could have been eaten alive. Tea has argued that if they stayed in her home they would have to act more proper and more gentlemanly, so Tea brought them to public a lot. Surprisingly, they succeed to do that.
Now, today was Fourth of July, and Tea promised that Flynics to get some fireworks and sparklers. Apparently, she has been gone for more than fou
Spooder opened the door, crushing the person who was trying to get out.
"OH WHY! WHY!"
Tea looked at her and le gasped. She le gasped.
"Maria, your face wears a thousand sorrows," DEEP OVER EXAGGERATED INHALE. "WHAT IS WRONG?!"
"I have come across the worst thing the world!" SOB AND CRI.
"WHAT I CANNOT BEAR ANOTHER MOMENT WITHOUT KNOWING!!!!"
. . .
"UNDERTALE PORN." faints.
LE GASP.
Suddenly, her thoughts left her mind as a dagger went straight through the window of the driver, directly piercing his heart. Molly wanted to stay in the stopped cat, hoping that pretending to be dead would do her good. Her door opened, and she was pulled out by the neck of her shirt.
"Ah, son of a bitch!" she groaned, putting a hand to her back.
"Oh, so you were alive the whole time? Look here, Jason, some pipsqueak thought she could be a fake fake!" his words were interrupted by his own annoying, high-pitched, psychotic laughter.
The one named Jason approached Molly almost eagerly, his amber pools shooting daggers. He wave
It was such a long time ago, but I still hardly remember that day. The day where everything was complete tragic. The day where I had lost everything that I had truly loved. The day where I thought I almost had lost myself. Now, all I know how to do is run and protect the ones that are still remaining beside me. And I would never let them go. . .ever.
"Sage, are you okay?" I bolt from my nightmare, startling my sister, Amelia and fall on the floor.
I pull back my white covers and look out the window.
"Sorry for waking you," Amelia apologized as she picked herself back up from the wooden floor.
"I just was worried. You were stirring and t
Please Answer These Questions? by Teacup-O-Tea, literature
Literature
Please Answer These Questions?
I know this really doesn't belong in the literature section, but nobody even reads my journals, so kill me now. Please answer the following questions and copy this with your answer on your journal or whatever you want...you can't answer this if you already are British. But if you actually want to, you can, I'm not stopping you.
What do you think of Americans?
What do you think of the British?
Do you know what we British people think of Americans?
Do you find British accents sexy?
Do you eat scones? (If you do, you will be loved by thousands of my British people)
Do you drink tea? (Same goes for scones)
Yes or No questions?
Are you gru
Warning: Swearing. Don't like. Don't read.
It was Monday, July 4th. A few months ago, Tea allowed a small band uncivilized people called The Flynics to stay in her mansion in London, England, after Spooder protested to leave them stranded on a dangerous island far away from England where they could have been eaten alive. Tea has argued that if they stayed in her home they would have to act more proper and more gentlemanly, so Tea brought them to public a lot. Surprisingly, they succeed to do that.
Now, today was Fourth of July, and Tea promised that Flynics to get some fireworks and sparklers. Apparently, she has been gone for more than fou
Wassup, fellow Deviants of the world! (Usually America but alright)
As you may see from the title, I have decided to host some auditions for my future writing projects. You are not auditioning for specific characters I have created, due to my lack of creativity to come up with a million characters for each project. So, the more I had thought about it, I wanted to make this a bit more interesting for me and more fun for you to use O.C's instead.
Some of them you see below are off of existing fandoms, but the storyline is completely different, so please, no rude comments that I somewhat stole the entire idea.
Before you auditi
As you can probably tell from the title, I'm going to be in a bit of construction with my Deviant account(s) because I freaking feel like it. Haha, no. The real reason is that I think I'm abusing my account and the past ones due to the reason of me being slightly unknowledgable (especally when I have those moments of being too over-excited and posting things that may make people feel slightly off or uncomfortable.)of how to own a Deviant account how normally another Deviant would've cared about their successes and want to get lots of badges or Watchers like anyone else. In my perspective, looking through old drafts of art, and journals
So I have accepted from this ass nugget here
---->> ~BecauseWhyNot321 (https://www.deviantart.com/becausewhynot321)
To do a series probably about every single fluffing person I know on DA living on with crappy ass lives in short, comedy-like stories. Now, since I've already wrote two successful stories about "The Flynics and Me" that will successfully make you laugh (tested on BecauseWhyNot321 (https://www.deviantart.com/becausewhynot321) Score: 11/10) the said deviant above suggested that, well, more like demanded that: "HOLY VIRGIN MOTHER OF CHRIST BATMAN! YOU HAVE TO MAKE A SERIES ABOOT DIS!!!" Yes, she is Canadian. When you look onto her profile it is clearly stated that she is from Ottowa, Cananada.
So here is a list of
when do you think we can hang out? school is hard, especially if you have to sit alone in classes like pe and choir while everyone else gigges and chats with their best friend. im really glad i can talk to you tbh. i need you more than ever, v.
when do you think we can hang out? school is hard, especially if you have to sit alone in classes like pe and choir while everyone else gigges and chats with their best friend. im really glad i can talk to you tbh. i need you more than ever, v.