Bro Why The Fuck Are Half Of My Bee Words In Goddamn French I Can’t Do This Shit Anymore 😭😭
Bro why the fuck are half of my bee words in goddamn French I can’t do this shit anymore 😭😭
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Three Dumb Little Meta Haiku
I had a haiku,
But I lost it on campus.
Wonder where it is.
Haiku are heartfelt.
Yup. Haiku all mean something.
No shallow haiku.
Poems are quite long,
Except this one, distinctly.
Haiku are funny.
Please note that this is a fake quote. Trump is a racist felon of a president that doesn’t care about his voter base, yes, but spreading misinformation will give Republicans leverage to say that Democrats are lying to sabotage his. Not to mention, spreading misinformation for the ‘right’ side isn’t any better than what they’re doing.
https://www.factcheck.org/2015/11/bogus-meme-targets-trump/
he's laughing. he doesn't care about any of you. he's laughing.
Coffee Jelly, and its Subsequent "Drawbacks"
Powerless Saiki Kusuo AU
Saiki was pretty sure someone should have warned him of the effects of caffeine before all this happened.
Teen and Up; 1,242 Words; No Archive Warnings
I'm lowkey freaking out where is my goddamn cupcake recipe
It was on Sally's Baking addiction and now it's goooooone and it was the only one that didn't make you use fancy stuff like oil or expresso ;-;
If you're not waiting for e-mail, how often do you check your digital mail box?
Every day
A few times a week
Once a week
A few times a month
Once a month
Less often than that
No digital mailbox
Results
Vote vote vote vote vote vote vote vote
Have you voted yet? No? Do it. Don’t let your children/nieces or nephews/whatever look up at you and see someone who did nothing. Let them see someone who did what they could.
If your parents haven’t voted, bite at their ankles. Bite at everyone’s ankles. Become the national ankle biter, just get a someone to vote.
The polls don’t matter. Whether you’ re in a swing state or not doesn’t matter. Go vote please if someone send me proof they voted (the sticker) I’ll post the next chapter of Saiki Kusuo and the Olympians a little bit early. I’ll post a really cute picture of a frog I stole if 5 people reblog w/ an I Voted sticker that hasn’t been worn yet.
Vote vote vote vote please I can’t do shit I’m a minor only 80,000 votes made a difference last year
An excerpt from a project I'm working on:
Saiki knew it would be a bad day when he woke up.
First, he had a premonition and had to stop the gas station from blowing up because of a stray rock. Then, he got a call from Kuusuke, letting him know he would be over next weekend. After that, his limiter had fallen out, and he’d gotten stuck in a time loop for hours, all before breakfast.
Finally, to top it all off, he had to take his younger sister to school with him.
“Please, Kusuo, honey?” his mother pleaded, eyes sparkling. “I promised Hana I would see her band today, and Kuriko doesn’t have anyone to watch her…
‘Fine,’ he said tiredly, looking over at his 5-year-old sister, devouring pancakes at a concerning rate. He met his mother’s eyes again, quickly averting his gaze when he saw her glistening eyes.
“Oh, Ku, thank you so much! I’ll get you some coffee jelly on my way home.” Good grief. He turned away, going through a mental checklist before school. He had all his bags, his homework was done, and Nendou’s favorite ramen shop was closed for the morning, so he should be fine
A slight tug on his pant leg made him look down to see Kuriko staring up at him, mouth wiped clean of syrup and her light pink hair in a ponytail. Her hair was longer than his in girl form - it reached all the way down to her shoulders.
“Kusu-kun, when are we going?” she whined, staring up at him with large, lamp-like eyes. Saiki let out a huff.
‘Right now,’ he said, opening the door and gesturing for her to go before him. She skittered outside, setting off in a random direction that was definitely not the way to get to PK Academy.
Good grief.
‘Kuriko!’
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After teleporting them both back to his house (no, Kuriko, they couldn’t teleport straight into the school; people would see them), they set off along the stone-ladden path to the academy, Kuriko leaping from stone to stone, determined not to touch the cracks.
“Kusu-kun, are we theeere yet?” she whined back at him, the fourth time in the last fifteen minutes. Could psychics get aneurysms?
‘Five more minutes,’ he said blandly. It wasn’t the truth – without teleportation, they had about ten more minutes until they arrived at PK, but Kuriko didn’t need to know that.
Of course, he was so focused on making sure Kuriko didn’t kill herself by accident that he forgot to watch out for other life-threatening dangers.
“Buddy!” Nendou called, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Saiki nearly punched him in the face, but restrained himself at the last second.
“Nendou!” Kaidou called out, panicked. “You’ll kill him!” Good luck with that.
“What? Buddy never gets hurt!” Nendou boasted, finally looking down at the small child that was staring at him in abject fascination. “Huh? Who’s this?”
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