"That sounds dangerous, Carlos." "I promise it's not." "What if we explode?" "I did my research. We won't." "Hmm." Cecil pursed his lips, mulling it over. It was true that New Year's Eve kisses were previously proven to turn people into fireworks, but Carlos had never lied to him. He would sooner not believe his own conscience than anything Carlos said, especially when it was backed up by science. "Well, if you're sure." Carlos's brown eyes lit up behind his glasses, even before the smile from his mouth reached them. There he was again, being illogical. "Of course. Are you ready?" "Wait, it's--" Cecil's eyes fluttered and closed as a partucular scientist's lips pressed against his. Fireworks started going off outside, and Cecil's quite certain he's still human, but he felt as if he's exploding anyway. It went on for a long minute, that kiss. Finally Carlos withdrew with a long exhale, brushing their noses together. Cecil took a few seconds to regain his faculties. "Carlos, you rebel. We didn't follow the regulation community countdown. The Sheriff's Secret Police will be knocking down our door tomorrow." "But I have an alibi," Carlos said, and Cecil was about to ask what it was when Carlos leaned in again, beard tickling Cecil's chin, and it was as good an answer as any.
I was talking with my friend about the dire lack of fanfic I actually want to read and I may have gone a little off the rails
Me: one of these days I'm going to snap so hard i end up just GIVING UP AND WRITING A SERIOUS FANFIC
Me: then it'll get like four hits and zero kudos despite being better than half the shitty shit out there and i'll just sink into despair and turn into miss havisham except with junk food instead of a wedding feast and unappreciated fanfic instead of a scam artist fiance
Me: *glides down the stairs in a tattered dress stained with dorito crumbs* FOUR... HITS. FOUR HITS AND TWILIGHT MADE SOMEONE A MILLIONAIRE. CASSANDRA CLAIRE GOT A MOVIE DEAL BY CHANGING THE NAMES IN HER RON/GINNY FANFIC *grabs your shoulders with clawlike hands* THIS IS WHAT COMES WHEN YOU DON'T SHIP POPULAR SHIPS
Me: *hands you a dusty swollen can of genuine vintage crystal pepsi from the actual 90s, the last time I participated meaningfully in fandom* YOU SHALL BE THE INSTRUMENT OF MY REVENGE. I WILL SEND YOU OUT INTO THE WORLD ARMED WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE LACKED. YOU MUST SUCCEED WHERE I HAVE FAILED, YOU MUST MAKE MY OTP A THING
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oh my god you can PLOT i wish i could lmao
for one of my comic ideas, i had an entire binder full of character designs/development, i had character charts, two generations full of timelines, and certain scenes mapped out and all that shit
*casually takes a break from Key Quest text posting to say a thing about a really quality dude who used to Neoblog as "krawkward" but has not done that for 3/4 of a year now*
Ito is no longer a Neoblogger but he was one of my absolute favorite Neoblogs while he was around (I still remember that "how gay can you make a Neopet" post he improved, as do several others, and I love it so)
No one's gonna put his name in my askbox or anything, he's pretty much severed all ties all with the Neotag, but he's really good at drawing and sometimes writing poetry and he's just a very quality and cute person
wait is it just like “bark bark bark” because if so i actually think that is HILARIOUS
no, it wasn't, it was like legit rp???? idk man fandom is weird
but remember that time nova wrote fic for the prompt "Darren/Chris through the eyes of Chris' cat Brian" and it was just "meow meow meow prrrrrrrrrow mreow meow meow" for like 1k words because that was beautiful indeed :""")