we’re doing this again folks
we’re doing this again folks
(In honour of the newest meme)
“Why? ‘Cause she’s dead.”
Look What You Made Me Do
(A/N This is a modern AU)
“No way in HELL am I getting a cat!”
“But you lost the bet and I get to choose what animal to have as a pet. I choose a CAT!”
Remus and Sirius continued to argue. They were moving together (as an official couple) (finally) and they were fighting over what animal to have as a pet. They couldn’t decide so they set up a bet. Whoever got James to scream the loudest after a prank, wins. Sirius won. Obviously (I mean the bucket on the door trick always gets you, no matter how much of a prankster you are). So the (now-slightly-conflicted) couple strolled into the shop. And here we are now. Remus and Sirius arguing over what to get as a pet.
Sirius always had a love for cats (I mean, Crookshanks anyone?), but Remus? Not so much. He had a traumatic experience when he was a young boy, but for reasons I will not (or cannot, because he’s WILL murder me) disclose what that experience was.
After a series of puppy-dog eyes and bribes Remus relented and allowed Sirius to buy the cat. Sirius immediately christened the cat Jily (A/N JAMES AND LILY SHIPPERS WHERE YOU AT!).
Jily was a sassy sphinx cat, with keen eyes, and an ability to disappear (don’t ask me how, I don’t know). Remus hated Jily at first, but then something happened…
Jily has lived with Remus and Sirius for a couple of months now. She had woken up from a nap and trotted over to her water bowl. It was empty. “Well this can’t do,” she thought to herself. She sauntered over to her owners bed and leaped gracefully onto it. She only saw Remus because Sirius was getting milk (which also means he’ll be gone for the entire evening because he will get side-tracked and end up buying bath bombs. Or IKEA). “Well he’ll have to do then,” thought Jily as she pawed at Remus. Remus woke up from his own lovely dream and saw Jily. “Ugh it’s just you,” said Remus, tiredly getting up to fulfil Jily’s needs.
He saw the empty water bowl and filled it up, then setting it on the floor for Jily to drink. As Jily fervently lapped up the water, Remus had the sudden urge to pat and stroke her. He had a quick mental debate and decided to go with his gut. He got on the floor and started to pat and stroke Jily as she drank. He found it to be quite comforting, and when Jily finished drink her water, Remus picked her up and cuddled with her, while watching the news.
Sirius came home that evening with (you guessed it) bath bombs and IKEA furniture (but no milk, because he forgot) and found Jily and Remus asleep on the couch. It was a such as sight that he snapped a quick picture and sent to James.
Remus thought of this memory fondly as he and Jily walked into the graveyard. He knelt by a gravestone petting Jily. “You know, even after so many years I still have her you know. She reminds me of you,” said Remus “I need just one more favour, one more miracle. Just please, don’t be dead (A/N SHERLOCK REFERENCE).”
The gravestone read Siruis Lupin-Black.
“People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect…but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it more of like a big ball of wibbly wobbly…timey-wimey…stuff.”
The Tenth Doctor,
So I just have a quick update to make. Some of you know that I love to write fanfiction. Just as clarification, I will NOT be continuing my Phanfic (as sad as it is) for the following reason. I’m just no longer into Phan. I mean I still LOVE PHAN, but I’m just following it because I think it’s cute, that’s all.
Second fanfic update. My WolfStar series is still going but I’m at a bit of a Writer’s Block, sooooo…
Well that’s it!
I hope you all enjoyed listening (or technically reading) this blog post!
Well this is a new interest that I completely forgot to tell you guys.
HAMILTON HAS TAKEN OVER MY LIFE.
This perfect blend of culture and history of a musical has me sitting in my room rapping to myself, even as I write this.
Legit, the music in this tho.
Every time I enter a room my anthem is Schuyler Sisters, because, why not?
But even after all of this there is one downside to all of this amazing awesomeness. No one where I live knows about Hamilton. I’m shouted at for even singing one of their songs. This is where my blog is really heading. Even after all of this I still love Hamilton. Because Hamilton is amazing. And it has changed my life, forever.
And (just one word) LAMS.
I’ve been avoiding this topic for too long.
I need to address the one person/thing everyone is talking about.
Yes, I have finally screwed up the courage to say his name.
Let’s start by saying this. I began following the US election from the second debate, and since then have become hooked to that, and later, Donald Trump’s presidency. As a disclaimer, I want to state that my opinion is my opinion, and I am in no way belittling yours.
Let’s actually get on with this shall we?
I am not a fan of Trump. But I can see why some people are. I can also see why Hillary Clinton lost.
(Another disclaimer: I am in NO WAY a political analyst, just someone who has something to say.)
Let’s talk about the first point I made. I am not a fan of Trump, because I think he is racist, doesn’t care about anything other than money, doesn’t believe in global warming and he doesn’t ACTUALLY know what he is doing. But he is also a businessman, which brings me to my second point. I understand why there are people who are fans of Trump.
There are people that are fans of Trump because he appeals to Americans, because Trump lives the American dream, and Trump knows what the people want. They want to be heard, and that’s what Trump promised. Now this is where Hillary went wrong. Hillary didn’t connect. She didn’t try to bring her arguments to the people of the country. She brought it to the middle-class. Again, I’m not saying that Trump’s good and Hillary’s bad, I’m just saying that Trump knew how to appeal to the audience, while Hillary didn’t.
Now I know this is a really heavy topic, but it’s something that I thought I should address.
Don’t worry this won’t be a common thing (or will it… DUN DUN DUN), and my next blog post is about my OTP’s sooooo…
Thank you for listening (or reading)!
Hey guys, this is just going to be a REALLY short blog entry. Basically, If you see the title as “UPDATE ALERT!” it means the blog post will just be really quick ’cause I just want to generally sum up what’s going on.
(Begin UPDATE ALERT!)
So basically I am going on a road trip around Java (which is an island in Indonesia). I’ll be backpacking the entire way, and I’ll only be using trains and cars to get around (and obviously my two feet).
Now because I didn’t want to blog every night because I might be tired (which is an excuse for “I’m too lazy to do it!”), I have an audio recorder, so I’ll just tape an audio, and post it on my blog.
If gotta go, Castle Season Five remembrance marathon track!
Welcome BACK to Fun, Free, Fandom where I vent about how lonely I am.
Today I will be doing a tag one of my friends tagged me to do which is, ‘NOtp’ (No OTP). Basically I have to list all the ships that I do not ship and that I HATE!!!
Firstly, DISCLAIMER! No offense to all the fandoms for these ships because this blog is purely for the entertainment of others. With that out of the way, LET’S DO THIS!!!
My first ‘NOtp’ is “Zalfie”. Let’s get this straight I love Alfie and Zoe together, but it’s too stretched out. I mean, WE GET IT, YOU’RE A COUPLE NOW!
My second ‘NOtp’ is Perachel (Percy Jackson and Rachel Dare). I mean, get OVER IT! They’ll never get together.
My third, Gale and Katniss. I mean, ya, they’re cute, but at the end of Mockingjay (SPOILER ALERT) Gale LEAVES. Yup, marries some cutie in District 2. So there. Hearts broken, and Peeta’s there asking Katniss, “You love me, real or not real?”
My last and most not of the NOtps are (drum roll please) Hermione and Ron. I mean, they were never REALLY meant for each other. JK Rowling actually said that Hermione was supposed to end up with Harry (but I’m glad JK changed her mind). Though I may hate this ship because I hardcore ship Dramione (surprise, surprise).
So there. These are my NOtps. Thank you for listening (or technically reading). Have a nice day!
This word means a lot to me. Being lost is familiar to me. But I only realised a few days ago that life’s point is being lost. You’re SUPPOSED to wander around figuring life out. Plus, (now it’s time to get philosophical) to enter the state of being found, you must first enter the stage of being lost.
Being lost is fine. You’re SUPPOSED to figure it out little by little. That’s the beauty of life.
Wow, that was deep. Good thing my next blog post is going to be about ‘NOtp’s.