At the interfaith conference...

Pathian Youth Pastor: *Sitting in a chair the correct way across from an empty chair*

Survivorist Youth Pastor: *nearly braking his spine to sit in a chair the holy way*

Sliverist Youth Pastor: *Standing, because all the chairs are taken and suffering silently is what Marsh would do* There's something wrong with the both of you.

I feel like everyone in the church of the survivor should sit in their chairs backwards.

Because every time Kelsier sits down brandosando specifically writes that he sits down in his chair “the wrong way” like not once did that man sit down proper.

He has to do things the charismatic fun way.

Girlies will say they'd never fall for a serial killer and then turn around and say Kelsier is the hottest and draw sexy fanart

The main character of the story I'm trying to write is named "Mint" because, first: this story will have so many food puns, he is a Professor so he's Professor Mint (peppermint) and i will use this and many MANY more worse puns to torture the reader with.

Secondly he's named Mint because he has a cooling, healing effect on people, but also he keeps breaking containment and he just doesn't die. Everyone he meats just wants him dead, but no matter what they try he keeps being alive. He has no control over this, he's just trying to make friends and the keep trying to kill him or lock him up and they keep failing. His continued existence is a burden to everyone because he keeps trying to heal their trauma and they can't get rid of him.

Also, unrelated to his name, he doesn't realize at first that he has a LOT of childhood trauma, and he also has no idea where babies come from (related to the trauma).

Vin: Sazed, someone called me ugly.

Sazed: (rushing in for a hug) oh you dear child, who could say such things? You are beautiful, inside and out. Anyone who knows your heart will agree.

Elend: Tindwyl, someone called me ugly.

Tindwyl: Clearly they weren't that observant or they would have called you stupid too.

Them: So I just started reading The Stormlight Archive...

Me:

Them: ...and by read, I mean I'm listening to the audiobook.

Me: Ah! Good! A true Vorin man! Just like me!

Handerwym: Please, I'm on my KNEES, I'm begging you, PLEADING with you, learn to spell, learn punctuation, for once in your life learn SOMETHING.

Allomancer Jak: {N'0]~™ 😘

Valette: *finally reveals that she's part of a group trying to overthrow the government and was only using Elend to help sow discord among the nobles*

Elend: *blushing furiously* So you're interested in local politics too? We have so much in common.

Valette: On my plantation I helped the skaa workers Elend: Boys I think we should let this Valette into our conversations. Isn't she the most kindhearted, wonderful, beautiful--y'know on second thought why don't I just marry her? Mr. Valette Renoux has a lovely ring to it, don't you think?

Good news everyone! I have fallen behind on my goal!

To celebrate, the clowns killed some people and Puss had a panic attack. Main character talked him through it, but now he is covered in gross mutant slime.

I’m trying to get back into writing since the last thing I wrote and actually finished was fan fiction back in the early 2000s.

The story I decided to work on is most simply described as Fallout meets Candy Land and my goal is to write an average of 400 words a day for 31 days.

So far I have around 800 words and my main character has listened to a woman murder a mutant over a live radio broadcast and been brutalized by the police because of it.

So I think it going pretty good.

That book also has one of my favorite scenes. The kids create a distraction and it works very well on two guys at AOL HQ:

"Am I crazy or is that bear mopping the floor?"

"It's the bear that's crazy, that floor is carpeted."

no piece of media has ever managed to make me feel like i was in a different time period quite as strongly as animorphs book 16, where they infiltrate aol and spend the entire time spouting computer lingo nobody has spoken aloud in the past decade and a half. the book opens with marco bragging about his top-of-the-line modem, with a whole 56,000 bits per second, and really that just sets the tone for the entire adventure.

Scadrian Youth Pastor voice: Yo yo yo! What's up dawg? Or rather, what's down dog? Let's "rap" about the guardian of the underworld, TenSoon! Somebody give me a beat, yo! *Pre recorded weak beatboxing begins to play*

Scadrian Youth Pastor voice: Yes! Slay queen! *Sits on a chair in the hip way (backwards)* but let me tell you about a Queen who literally slayed: Vin, the Ascendent Warrior...

Kelsier: I wish my daughter all the happiness in the world and everything her heart desires.

Vin: *Falls in love with a noble and becomes Empress*

Kelsier: wait no not like that

I need to know your pronouns so I can decide if I'm going to call you a Bitch, Bastard, or Asshat

A school bully who keeps up with intercommunity issues so that he always uses the most non-problematic terminology to insult you with

Still on track and now my main character has begun to embrace what will be his core philosophies of "the horrors persist and so will I" and "I'm gonna love and tolerate the shit out of this hell hole even especially if it kills me "

On that note, he's made friends with a mutant names Puss

I’m trying to get back into writing since the last thing I wrote and actually finished was fan fiction back in the early 2000s.

The story I decided to work on is most simply described as Fallout meets Candy Land and my goal is to write an average of 400 words a day for 31 days.

So far I have around 800 words and my main character has listened to a woman murder a mutant over a live radio broadcast and been brutalized by the police because of it.

So I think it going pretty good.

Wayne: *Decrying the evils of excessive wealth while people go hungry*

Wax: *Feels guilty for not doing more to help the needy*

Steris: *Feels even more guilty for spending her money to buy herself a sexy fake husband who became her sexy real husband*

Wayne (in a different hat): *feels the most guilty because he's richer than all these bitches combined*

Do not let Wayne Terrisborn say fuck, he will abuse the privilege in ways you cannot yet comprehend

A thought, as I'm going through Mistborn Era 2:

Let Waxillium Ladrian say fuck

Bring back the Dark Ages of Tumblr (the SuperWhoLock era)

Bring back the golden era of Tumblr (the Goncharov era)