RIP {Nov. 12, 2k15 around 3:08ish}

Oh look I'm back after almost a 9 month break.

It was squishy.

The moment my foot came down, it writhed and twisted, tail whipping back and forth in an agonized attempt to struggle free.

When I lifted my foot up, I nearly fell backwards because I thought it as a Giant Silkworm Moth.  One bite from one of those and you'll bleed to death.

But no, it was a lizard.  A very ddead lizard.

No blood, so I must've cracked something.

I blinked.  Twice.  And then I blurted, "I killed a lizard!" beccause there was nothing else to say.  Which probably did nothing but irritate the neighbors.

I scooted it with the bottom of my shoe into someone's yard.  It was limp and still so warm I could feel it through the rubber bottom of my shoe.

I let out a breath when it finally landed into the dirt, and I scraped some flowers over it.  

There were no rocks, or I probably would've made a gravestone.

But I did name the lizard.

Inky.

I hope Inky makes it to lizard heaven.

I'm sorry for killing you. ;u;

A threat

I swear, 50+% of the writing on this blog is done by me.

Therefore, I am not writing anything until either Caitlin or Selina (edit: or someone else) writes something. Or I will only post deep and meaningful and cheesy writing, and no one wants that.

In the meantime, enjoy Amanda Palmer's music. No, I will not stop fangirling. She is amazing. And awesome. Her music is kind of an acquired taste, though.

amandapalmer.bandcamp.com

Svanalf's B&B, Part 2

Case in point: People decided that a) Thor should be female, and b) Loki was not supposed to be in a certain skit. *hem hem* Also, these are apparently the interesting people HTTYD-Loki said were coming.

I'm not part of the Doctor Who fandom. Hopefully I didn't kill anything - which I don't think I did, but still.

This is approximately three weeks late. Also, no one posts stuff here anymore...

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Scene ∞.
       Decs on: café table, reception desk, chairs
       Props on: none

       The gods are standing by the door of the B&B.
Loki: Well. Here we are again.
Freya: Again?
Loki: Yes. Again. You know Svanalf over there?
      Svanalf waves from her desk in the lobby.
Thor: We’ve never been here before.
Loki: Well, that’s because you were off at the 2015 freshman homecoming skit, Thor, and I hope you had a good time, leaving poor Loki at home alone.
Freya: It sucked. Like, really, really, sucked.
Odin: Be nice, Freya.
Freya: Shut up, Odin. You have to agree: It is an utter mystery what happened to the script.
      Pause for seniors to stop screaming.
Odin: But the backdrop was really good. Focus on the good things, you incompetent piece of trash.
Thor: I approved of the boat on it. That was cool. And the weird buildings. Very tall. And there was a large amount of dancing.
Loki: That’s the point of homecoming, you know. The random dancing.
Freya: And the destruction of the Bifrost was cool, too.
Loki: You aren’t usually this violent, are you?
Thor: She picked it up from me.
Freya: And then Thor took a leaf out of your book, Loki-
Loki: What?
Thor: Um… look over there.
      Thoryn enters.
Thoryn: Hi!
Loki: Oh my flibbertigibbits.
Svanalf: (disapprovingly) Language.
Loki: What? That wasn’t swearing.
      Thoryn exits.
Odin: Then what were you doing? Which coast were you on, east or west?
      Pause for juniors to stop screaming.
Loki: I was here, obviously.
Svanalf: Hello.
Odin: Oh.
Thor: Is there any decent drink here?
Svanalf: I have soda.
Thor: That will have to do, I suppose.
Freya: Oh, did I tell you, they managed to mispronounce Bifrost. Horribly.
Thor: Well, you didn’t tell them.
Freya: Why didn’t you? Or Odin?
Odin and Loki: (simultaneously) Who cares?
      Awkward pause.
Loki: So was it okay?
Freya: Did I not say that it was a nightmare?
      Pause for sophomores to stop screaming.
Odin: It wasn’t that bad. There were balloons. That was nice.
Loki: Heh. Balloons are bad for the environment.
Thor: Since when have you cared about the environment?
Loki: I don’t know.
Svanalf: Guys, you’re blocking up the entrance.
Loki: Oh. Sorry.
      They move out of the way, and all the gods are staring at him.
Loki: What?
Thor: Since when are you nice?
Loki: Since when do Viking helmets have horns?
Thor: That isn’t the same thing, you… you…
Loki: Now that’s the Thor we know and love.
Odin: Be nice.
Thor: What’s nice? All I know is take hammer, smash face.
Loki: Stop it.
Thor: I only said it once.
Loki: In this conversation, once. In all the conversations-
Freya: Stop arguing or I’ll bash you.
Loki: Nope. Not usually this violent. So. What did you do?
Odin: We awkwardly staged a dance-off. And… um… that’s pretty much it.
Freya: Be glad you didn’t go.
Odin: Be nice.
Loki: That is the third time you’ve said that, Odin.
Thor: Well, I think they’re going to visit us at some point in the future in a blue box.
      Pause for freshmen to stop screaming…  if they even realize that this is a shoutout.
Svanalf: Hey- Thor?
Thor: Yeah?
Svanalf: Did the box happen to have the words “POLICE BOX” written on it?
Thor: No idea.
Odin: Yeah. Though not in capital letters.
Svanalf: Oh dear gods. The Doctor… He’s coming…
Loki: Do not have a fangirl attack on us.
Thor: Fangirl?
Loki: It’s a concept from the future.
Odin: Oh no Loki, you haven’t been time travelling, have you?
Loki: Who says I can’t?

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Odin, Thoryn, Freya, TARDIS: Lynbrook freshman homecoming skit 2015.

Polar Opposites

         Sometimes, you think that opposites aren't meant to attract. There's heaven and Hell. Despair and hope. Black and white. Fancy and plain. Old and new, Any person would say they clash. They don't fit together, like two siblings bickering over a rivalry. One believes one things. The other disagrees. But then, why do we enjoy sweet and out chicken? The aesthetic orange sunset against the fading blue sky? The one accentuated piece of something eccentric, something standing out? Why do we like our lines so clearly defined, but then smoothed together into a blur? Even in this way, we form contradictions that seamlessly bind together. It doesn't always seem to be, but it is. The antithesis of our world still lives on.

         Sometimes, it's all in such a big breath, something so powerful, glorious, and expansive, but all the while invisible to the human eye, such as the death and life that surrounds us, fragile and beautiful but feathery, like an unforeseen whisper caressed between the lips of mother and child, a breath so loving, so delicate, yet the breath still holds power that was thought to only be in legends that could move mountains and hold up the sky, for the boy shall be the one who lives on and grows strong as the mother withers to slowly be laid in a grave, and the boy will realize the true power of the words that he heard while he was only a young child, and cry as his heart and soul realize the love that his mother bestowed on him, and he would regret that he ever yelled, argued, complained, or fought his mother, the mother that he always did love, and hate himself for all the pain that he made her go through, and finally to let go of all of his bated breath in silence.