this is too rad. i dont even use the word rad. what am i even doing
so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
So yeah, when I said I was determined to post something new before I left for vacation? This is not what I was thinking of. However, this is what insisted on being written.
This is for Lira, who likes contradancing and boys in skirts. Honestly I don’t expect anyone else to enjoy it at all. Lira, honey, sorry it’s not porn, but I hope you like it.
Everyone everywhere should go contradancing. It’s stupidly fun.
The band hits the final chord of the tune and your partner whirls into your arms one last time, flushed and laughing. She flings her arms around you with a quick “Thanks for the dance!” and you sketch her a little bow before she dashes off into the crowd to find another partner.
“Longways sets for another contra!” says the caller over the sound of the crowd. You look around, peering through the milling mass of bodies as people pair rapidly off, looking for that flash of red that keeps catching your eye —
And then Jade is bounding happily up to you, long black hair fluttering behind her. “John! This is amazing! I’m having so much fun!”
You grin at her. “I knew you would,” you say. “I mean, the other dances we’ve been to were great, but nothing like this. Greenfield is just the best hall anywhere.”
“I know!” she cries. “The dancers are so good, and the music — it’s just incredible!”
The contra sets are forming around you, long lines of partners stretching from the stage at the front down to the back of the hall. “Do you have a partner for this one?” you ask.
“I do now,” she says, taking your hand and tugging you over to a place in line.
Drabble for a shitty week and a snowy morning. Fluffy domestic cuddle-pile beta kids ot4 forever.
This is not autobiographically-inspired wish-fulfillment writing, not even a little bit.
She trudges home from the bus stop, dodging icy puddles in her impractical boots, grocery bags digging hard lines into her gloved hands. It’s only seven o’clock but it may as well be midnight for how dark it is.
and my U.S. History teacher was trying to get us to understand why it was such a big deal that England had put a tax on colonial sugar, and he goes,
"What if you had to pay a tax every time you logged onto wifi?"
And the whole class just went
and I heard at least two people whisper “I would murder someone”
The thing is, you’d been afraid you were going to lose your temper, been worrying about it and gritting your teeth and running through your lessons on composure, but in the end you feel quite calm when you shove your client’s face into the table.
Your internal freak out commences immediately afterwards, but by that point you’ve pretty effectively drawn your battle lines and shown your horns and so there’s not much to do but troll up and see this chucklefarce dramedy through to the end. The little internal chant of fuckfuckfuck karkat you fucking fuck up running through your head is just the background noise of your life, really.
OMFG THE BROWN ONE HAS ANGRY EYEBROWS
"Yes this is my deer friend. Deer friend is pretty like snow. You hurt deer friend I will hurt you."
Do they give sass lessons in Azkaban or something?
People always forget that Sirius Black is the king of sass and drama.
But think about this.
Chemistry isn’t a Hogwarts subject. Potions is. But of course Sirius knows that Snape is a half-blood, and that he hates being a half-blood. Not only is Sirius being a sassy motherfucker but he says precisely the thing he knows will push Snape’s buttons the most - he mentions something Muggle related.
Above are images of games/ game ideas in the order that I worked on them.
I’m going to do a sort of post-mortem diary rant of my attempts to make videogames because I am super frustrated with myself right now and I feel the need to write out some thoughts after the jump:
i just figured out the perfect murder
kill someone and bury them in their own garden
that way if the police find them they’ll think it was a suicide
#welp looks like the victim committed suicide and promptly buried themselves in their garden #how considerate of them