next on cake boss:
customer: “i would like an alchemy cake.”
buddy: “an alchemy cake? sure i can do that”
customer: “there’s a catch.”
customer: “it has to actually perform alchemy and bring my cat back from the dead”
buddy: “………..HERE’S WHAT WE’S GONNA DO.”
I’ve been reading fanfiction for so many years. That’s even how I met some of my current friends. My fanfiction roots are in what to some can be considered an obscure fandom.
I always hung around one of the archives on Fanfiction.net that until a few years ago had under a hundred stories. I saw new fanfictions come, and I saw some of my favorites leave. I still remember some of them. Every time I go there, I hope to see a new story.
Back then that fandom was important to me in ways I can no longer describe. Most days I came on and saw no new stories, I felt upset that it couldn’t have as many fans as, say, Super Smash Brothers, or any fandom whose fanfic archive got at least five new stories a day.
Slowly but surely, these days, I’m finding that more people have been submitting fanfictions to it. And that makes me so happy. It makes me want to go back to when I was that young and say, ‘Cheer up, it won’t be like this forever. It’ll get more stories. The ones you like will come and go but there will be some to replace them.’
Because upon reflection, I really needed that back then.
"I… I don’t know. I have made a tactical error."
"What, making it so long?" I laughed and began working my way along the edge closest to Dav. I found the corner in time to hand it to him; he clipped the cloth to the end of the pole, leaving about a foot that he draped over the headboard.
*He manages to locate the other two corners and holds them at the ready for Dav.*
"Not a problem," Dav says absently as he slides across the head of the bed and attaches a second corner. This one he drapes over the end of the pole and onto the floor.
"I didn’t mean to make it this long! It kept being uneven…"
"Spending the day in bed doesn’t necessarily mean we can’t get out of it for food."
"Yeah, but if we don’t have to…Or do you not want Dav in here just yet?"
"No, no, I’m not saying that. He can come on here if he wants to. I’m jut saying he doesn’t necessarily have to be the one who makes breakfast."
I reached for my phone. “It’s no trouble for Dav to make breakfast. Have you forgotten your last hangover?”
"The last one I had was right after you-know-what, and I was too disoriented to do it myself."
"Well, he doesn’t only do it when one of us is in distress." *texts Dav to come over and make breakfast*
Dav texts back almost immediately: On my way with omelets. I respond with a smiley face, then put my phone back on the bedside table and wrap my arms around Ramon again. “Shouldn’t be long.”
*He closes his eyes, nodding.*
"Right… give me a few more minutes then."
"All right." I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes until I hear the swish of the door, then look up and wave lazily at Dav as he comes in with a tray of food. “Good morning, my dear.”
"Sleep well?" Dav smirks.
"Can’t answer that yet, we’re not done. Do I smell tomatoes?" I let go of Ramon and pushed myself upright against the pillow.
*Ramon sits up as well, and manages to locate Dav through blurred vision.*
"Hey," Dav says. He hands me a plate and I dig in. "You all right?" he asks Ramon.
*He rubs his eyes and runs a hand through his hair.*
I PROMISE you that every single depressed person has been told to exercise already, you are never ever ever going to be the first person to suggest that to any depressed person ever.
ask if they regretted something or wanted to do something else, ask what they were thinking when they did something, ask what they think of another canon character. ask.
"Wow,"Klump said."Second time he’s laughed maniacly and it hasn’t even been twenty minuets yet into the chapter."
"Three,two,one,"Krusha said,looking at his watch that magically appeared."Now it’s been twenty minuets,Your Highness and General."
Klump turned to Krusha.
"Are you crazy?"he asked.
This is it.
This is the section of the story that is literally an accurate representation of my stories pre-high school.
Aaaaaaaaaand K. Rool just humped his throne.
Yep, that’s it, I’m going to sleep right now. I am too tired for this shit.