Greetings, my name is Amanda. I'm a 26 year old chick from Massachusetts who leans a bit to the left of liberalism. I've got my share of fandom obsessions, and at the moment, Umineko No Naku Koro Ni, Twin Peaks and LOST are at the top of that list. I like the color pink, cute and fuzzy things, everything and anything medical, fiction that's packed full of mindfucks, and hot older ladies (cougars = ♥). Come check out my Hugo/Libby (LOST) tumblr, Adore Thee So, and my Yasu (Umineko No Naku Koro Ni) tumblr, All My Yasus!
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Umineko no Naku Koro ni, EP1 Results.
What ship do you think I’m the child of?
#oH FUCKING YES #PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE I’M SO CURIOUS #CROSSOVERS COUNT BTW LIKE IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE A STANDARD SHIP OR ANYTHING#WHICHEVER PEOPLE YOU THINK MADE ME
Friendly reminder that Nikki and Paolo were buried paralyzed and alive. ✿◕‿◕✿
And they had it coming, too.
This is canon. She engaged in sex with Ronette, Josie and Teresa at the very least, participated in an orgy with both sexes outside of Jacques’ cabin, and went down on a girl in front of a crowd at a big party. She also wrote down fantasies about women in her diary. BOB shamed her for it.
when i die i hope this is the only picture left of me in the whole wide world and there is no other choice but to display this gem at my funeral in remembrance of me
As promised, here’s the fanart I commissioned! This piece was drawn by the very talented and sweet spittleguts. She’s still taking commissions, so if you’re looking for something both affordable and of high quality, I recommend dropping her a line!
Supernatural fans: We've got to wait 6 months to have our cliffhanger resolved.
Sherlock fans: Cute. We've been waiting for almost a year and a half.
Twin Peaks fans: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. TRY WAITING 21 YEARS FOR A FUCKING RESOLUTION.
dont ask me about my favorite characters because i will literally tell you their entire storyline and cry
You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.
You watch as your son scarfs down nugger after nugger. He is satisfied. He loves the chicken nugger. You wonder if you could ever attain that kind of happiness in your own life. You quietly pay your bill and enter the street. Your son asks if you can buy him an ice cream. You enter Mrs. Moo’s on Jefferson street hoping to order a rocky road. You look at the menu on the wall.
Chicken Nugger …. $3.50
Chicken Nugger …. $4.75
Chicken Nugger …. $2.11
Chicken Nugger …. $6.65
It goes on and on. You are confused. Your son asks again for the chicken nugger. He is full but wants chicken nugger for dessert. You ask the woman at the counter for a scoop of rocky road. She doesn’t know how to respond. You get desperate, you ask for vanilla. Her eyes widen. She motions her way toward the telephone. You ask again, “a scoop of vanilla?” She picks up the phone and begins dialing. Your son again asks for chicken nugger. You want to run, you want to scream, you look at your palms and the lines have begun to form chicken nugglets. The phone the woman is dialing starts sweating chicken grease, her eyes close and she is ashamed, ashamed that she her customer has caused such a problem. You want to run but your son is screaming for the chicken nugger.
You sir have just gotten yourself into a reality war, are you ready?
The waitress makes her call and collapses into chicken nuggers, grease rolling from where her body had stood. You look up to the menu on the wall, but the words have tumbled off the paper and have conjeeled as mustard on the floor. You turn to your son, his eyes flaming mirrors of your own reality. The rain has turned to hail, currents of sweer potato break the glass windows in the shop and sirens yell in the distance. You try to cover your eyes, but your hands are no longer yours, they drip grease and melt into a familiar form. Your hands are chicken nuggers. You scream.
you watch yourself from above as you become chicken nugger. Your son collapses into a quivering sweer potato as the universe fold in on its self to form a massive french fried. Your son is now screaming from his forehead for a chicken nugger and the space time continuum ceases to exist and in its place is a toasty nugger. you try to scream for chicken nugger but all your mouth will produce is sweer potatat. In japan, your hundreds of children mime to you their deep need for chicken nugger, and you demand a lawyer to defend you. The planets, all of them, mercury through pluto, crash to earth and are reduced to a myriad chicken nugger. Death comes for you. you hope to go to a better place but there is only chicken nugger.
This website is on drugs.
It has been three weeks. A heat of the moment writing, a story that scared me and delighted me. Strange, how many people regret things like this. I am not regretful, keep re-blogging, keep enjoying it. I love what this started as and I love even more what it has become. Here is an opportunity to play with something, make it your own, add your own ending. Thank you for re-blogging this, thank you for reading this and thank you for adding to it.
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