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Now when you comment, a new window should pop up. It isn't perfect, but at least there are pages now, and you don't have to keep reloading to get to the newest comment...
This is all VERY annoying.
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I'm just imagining what it'll be like to have Ivy fight over a hundred vampires in a ball gown, looking all fancy... Not to mention the parts where people talk to her and Audacious and say things like, "So, who's your girlfriend?" and Ivy will whirl around to Audacious and say, "Everytime someone says that, you have to pay me."
That's funny.
I thought it would be.
*laughs while trying to picture that happening*
E-mail.
*sighs*
Y'know, sometimes I make life more complicated than it needs to be.
I do that. All the time. Like when you asked what I wanted to be for the Straight Jackets.
Yes, but that's a funny kind of complicated. I just did a depressing kind of complicated.
Hmm.
That's how I tell you that I'm still here, but that I can't think of something to say.
Okay...
Can't think of something to say in response, or at all?
In response. I always have something to say. That is, of course, unless I don't.
*smiles*
I love your senseless logic.
It's only senseless to the sensible person. Otherwise, it's perfectly sensible, unless it isn't, which would make it senseless again.
How about, it's senselessly sensible and often leads to paradoxes.
How about it's just called, "the way Valkyrie thinks"?
Or that.
Wheeee! *runs in circles and hits the wall* *falls over*
*rolls eyes*
I'd call you clumsy, but I don't think it's strong enough.
I'm a master at running into things and getting hurt.
I am...
*puts on cape*
SUPER INJURY MAGNET!
And I am
*puts on helmet*
HEAD INJURY MAGNET!
*walks head first into wall, because the helmet covers my eyes*
*thinks* Hmmm... Let's see... How many injuries do I have right now?
The huge gash along my shoulder, the two bruises by my eye, the cuts on my knee, four cuts on my ankles, about eight cuts on my head, the three scrathes on my collar bone...
Oh, I have a cut on the top of my left wrist...
I'm always in pain some way or another. I think tomorrow, I'll send you a pic of my thumb.
I didn't even mention all the scars I have.
There's one from smashing the window with my hand but the scar is on my wrist, one from something on the bus that cut my hand open, a hole in my palm from a pencil, about 6 by my elbow from picking at cuts, a scar on my other shoulder (the one without a gash), three on my foot from something I can't remember, a ton on my face...
And even with all my injuries, I've never broken a bone or anything.
Let's see scars...
Countless scars on my head that you can't see. One on my forehead one next to my eye one on the bottom knuckle of my right thumb one on my left foot from when I stood on an oyster one on my left wrist ...
And, a truly awesome set of stitches scar on my left thumb.
I've never broken a bone. I got me head glued together or something when I was three, and I have had a bone removed.
Yes, removed.
Oh, the scar on my wrist is on my left one too...
And the one on my right palm? I say it's from Sanguine's razor.
Are you even slightly interested in the bone I got removed?
*shrugs*
I don't think this is an injury, but I had a major seizure when I was a few weeks old...
Woah.
Cool.
I'm still sending you a pic of my epic thumb.
*drinks a soul shake*
...
What kind?
Soul kind, duh.
*laughs*
No, is it evil? Goody-goody? Protective? Regretful?
You tell me. It's your soul. *takes a drink out of Sparky's soul*
Then it's a really really REALLY angry one. Give it back.
*sticks straw into Val's belly and drinks it back*
Hey, if you find my keys, could you give them to me? I ate them last week.
*frowns and removes straw*
Hmm...
*sticks finger into whole and pulls out keys*
*reads key chain*
It says these are Amanda's.
*glances around nervously* Uh... No they don't... *eats keys again, then pushes Sparky away, throwing her soul at her*
Okay...
*tries to climb up the wall, but fails* Dang it, I can't be Spider Man...
*digs a hole and climbs in it* I'M MOLE-LADY!
*looks around*
I thought you were Super Injury Magnet.
And I thought that purple was blue, but it isn't.
Alrighty then.
Do you think you'll be back at school next week?
Unfortunately.
*almost eats a hedgeupine, but stops*
OH MY GOD, IT'S FLETCHER!
*stomps it into the dust*
What's the date today?
January 21.
Or pasta. I always get those mixed up.
The 21st?
I go back to school on the first.
*licks a tree*
*giggles as Acorns pulls bark off her tongue*
You really should stop licking things Acorns.
*sheilds face as Acorns tries to lick me*
I told you, you shouldn't insult coconuts!
*watches as a swarm of winged coconuts smack Sparky senseless*
*hides from the coconuts*
ACORNS! GET THESE FURRY LUMPS AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE!!!
No!
Our conversation's not Nowhere yet! It's still in Kansas!
*watches Dorothy look at Toto*
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto."
Ah, never mind.
*gets out Malhaira and slices at coconuts*
YOU'VE LOST TRACK PF CONVERSATIONS ACORNS!!!
STOP CALLING ME ACORNS! IT'S PISSING ME OFF!
*sits still*
But it's fun.
*sees Val's serious face*
Fine.
*chews on the 'PUBLISH YOUR COMMENT' button*
Aw, Val, why'd you do that? Now it's all slobbery!
*bites Sparky's profile picture off screen*
*wonder if she's noticed it's gone yet*
It's been gone for a while.
hi guys havent been here in ages
Hello Chloe.
"Well, to put it delicately, she has the power to suck out people's brains."
hi sparky, congrats on the competision win
thats ok,
*tilts head* It's almost 2:30 AM...
Yes Val.
And I should've turned my light out hours ago.
I might leave, that way I can come back tomorrow... Actually, so I can come back later...
Bye
*smiles*
Night Val.
Chloe, as soon as I finish my book, I'll be gone too.
its 10:27am here
bye val
Night Chloe.
ill b off now
Hello??
The blog works... mostly. Shame I have no goddamn time anymore. *sigh*
I'll try to be online tonight I need to talk to some more insane people before I go completely off the rails. As for now I am off, farewell.
Bye Blogland! Robin! I'm having the same kind of problem!
Hmmm. In the movie (IT WILL HAPPEN. IT MUST!) Robert Downey JR. (Sherlock Holmes) Or Johnny Depp (Jack Sparrow, and loads more) should play Skulduggery :)
bored
hello? anybody here???????
:(
"lonely all on my own-ly I have nobody ect ect"
hiiiiii
Hello??
Anyone on??
Hi Derek,
Hoping your well. That pic of Moses had me larfing. Thanks :D
Is there ANY news about the Skulduggery Pleasant Movie?!
I'm DESPERATE to play Valkyrie, and I'm getting older every day... :(
I remain a huge fan. Eagerly waiting for the next book!
Pixie xxx
hello!
I am going to say this again because I was not raised to give up-Lol XD
Anyway, Derek will you please say hello to me? It would make my day!
I'm not Derek but I share your dream...
Hello!!!
U still on??
Does anyone want to read the start of my fic? It's about Valkyrie, in her middle thirties. Starts off with China, Valkyrie and her family. :3
Yeah sure!
Lol Rim. Yup I'm here.Sure Holly
China advanced on Valkyrie, sharp instruments winking in the Dublin afternoon sunlight that streamed gold through the Dublin windows of her apartment. Her eyes gleamed.
“Hold still, Valkyrie. This won’t hurt a bit.”
Valkyrie knew she was lying.
“You said the last time, and the time before that. Do you - do you think you need glasses?” Valkyrie snapped her head up to meet China’s gaze and for a second China could see fear, real fear in those eyes. Even after over two decades working with, alongside and sometimes for China, Valkyrie still hadn’t quite gotten the hang of mocking her yet.
“You do realise how precise my work is? If I needed glasses I would know immediately - but I have to cut back on pastries. Oh, what sacrifices I have to make for my ocular health. It’s a wonder I picked the Adept discipline I did, it really is.”
“You sound like an older woman.” There was a beat, in which China fancied Valkyrie was imagining all of the ways China was plotting her death.
“That’s because I am, dear. Now, can we stop this circling as if we were common brawlers and will you just sit down, I need to fix the symbol on the left. Some people merely want a randomised face or clean skin to cover their scars, but you - “
“Want a growing and changing facade, yes, I know. I’m a horrible client, you’ve mentioned.” Valkyrie didn’t smile too easily, these days - not with her mouth. China could hear one in her voice now, though.
“Sit, before I make you.”
“Fine.” Still a petulant under-fifty as always, China noted to herself. She remembered her relatives being the same - of course, she hadn’t ever acted in such an undignified way. Remembering her place, China lowered the instruments before the sorcerer in front of her, tunic unfastened to expose the woman’s collarbones, where two finely etched, amazingly detailed faded up from invisibility to the greyed black of tattoos. Immediately China set to work, taking out a fat dewdrop of a jeweller’s lens and taking turns at peering through it and then minutely scratching at the skin of Valkyrie’s neck and chest. Valkyrie looked over China’s shoulder to the sun-bathed Dublin outside her apartment’s windows, breathing slowing dramatically and body growing corpse-still as she watched the sun edge toward the horizon.
“You’re meditating. Is it that painful?”
Valkyrie didn’t answer her immediately, but then again China hadn’t expected her to. She busied herself with correcting and expanding on one of the right symbol’s outer whorls.
“Hmm? Oh no, I just don’t want to distract you. Plus, I wanted to take my mind away. It’s-“
“Boring?” Valkyrie was still looking toward the window, and China hoped that she hadn’t just seen her pull a long and thin pin from just under her collarbone; magically numbed as she was, it would upset the procedure.
Have u Heard titanium by David guerra cus I thought it was perfect fit for Valkyrie.
There was a character limit, but I guess I can post more- but only if people want me to.
It was good so far!
“Not at all. I meant that I wanted to think about some… Things, you know. Stuff that’s happening, like.”
“Haven’t sorted out this week’s cover story, have we?”
Valkyrie scowled. “As usual, you hit the nail on the head. Are you joining me?”
“Gods, no.”
“China…”
“I swear I never stop doing things for you, Valkyrie dear.”
There was a stony silence - or at least, stony from Valkryie’s end. China continued tapping away, stopping every so often to brush away crusted dust where a drop of blood had escaped, or excess ink from one of her calligraphic brushes. Eventually, she took a short breath.
“Of course I’m joking.”
Valkyrie let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. “You did promise.”
“That I did. And I don’t break promises - not to people I actually tolerate. The right side’s done, by the way. Drink this and test it.” China handed her a small vial of clear liquid, which Valkyrie inspected before sloshing the liquid around her mouth experimentally and swallowing it.
“That tastes exactly like woodsmoke.”
“Does it? I always thought that it tasted like a funeral pyre. It’s a sealant.”
Valkyrie’s face lightened a shade and she looked at the vial warily.
“It’s not actually made with-“
“No. Though after all you’ve been through, I’m not sure why that of all things would disgust you. It’s made from bark shavings.”
Valkyrie didn’t look too convinced, and replaced the vial on China’s desk, standing up.
“Can I..?”
“Of course.”
Valkryie tapped the symbols under the now-open clasps of her tunic, skin flowing up to her face and displacing what was already there, giving it the air of wrinkles on the skin of milk. It turned the face of a youthful woman just shy of twenty to someone who should have rightly been facing a midlife crisis.
She looked in a nearby mirror.
“Perfect. God, is this what I’d really have looked like? I guess it wouldn’t have come on as suddenly…” She distractedly pulled at her newly-acquired crow’s feet. “How long will it last?”
“The more often you can turn it off the more it can recharge, even if it’s only for a minute at a time. As it is… I’ve improved it, massively. Take bathroom breaks as often as you can and it should be fine. It’s far more complicated than you’ll ever know, but it doesn’t take as much raw power as Skulduggery or Ghastly’s.”
Valkryrie smiled again. China liked to think that it was her presence alone than led to her smiling, these days - but she knew the reality was that most smiles were reserved for her partner, Skulduggery. Also, she seemed to be poking at her face again, and China had to concede that the expression currently gracing her now- baggy features was probably at least due in part to curiosity at her fake mortal face.
China had concocted it one day when she’d overheard a conversation between Valkrie and her mother regarding cosmetics of some stripe or other - China could have saved everyone grief by informing her mother of the obvious fact that her daughter didn’t see the need to wear makeup other than at state functions, but instead she had planned and sketched until she’d come up with a concrete design for a facade that would approximate what Valkyrie’s face would look like if her body’s ageing process hadn’t been stopped in its tracks by the sheer amount of Ancient magic flowing through her veins.
Looking back at Valkyrie, China noticed that she was still poking at her face like a zombie, and suppressed a sigh.
“I’ll be over in Haggard in an hour or so. Do try not to break your face.”
Valkyrie nodded, and left. China didn’t believe in gaudy repetitions of meaningless thanks, and the book that Valkyrie had slipped onto her desk whilst she had been occupied sharpening tools was more than enough, even if she hadn’t mentioned her gratitude earlier. China didn’t like to think that she was a woman who could be bought or placated easily, but also didn’t like to admit to herself that she could be swayed by Miss Cain to domestic acts of kindness and little chats, or that she seemed nowadays to almost know China better than she knew herself. China comforted herself with the thought that after half a millennium, one could be permitted a few lapses into sentimentality.
Is this valduggery??? Please say it isn't
Anyone still here??? .............
"Partner" is a term used in the books to refer to Skulduggery and Valkyrie as equals, i.e. professional partners. They're not married, or anything.
Oh good!!!
I got confuzzled cus my parents are partners they aren't married...
Did you not want Valduggery, then?
My parents were partners, so I understand your confusion - but yeah, it's a term used in the actual books (iirc).
Valkyrie stood outside her parent’s house in Haggard, right hand itching absentmindedly at the still-tender marks on her clavicle. It was a nice evening in March, just on the crisp side of temperate, and the dusky sky leant the suburban street a monochrome look which looked oddly morbid. She raised her hand to knock at the wood, and was greeted by her mother’s happy and lined face, smiling at her.
“Stephanie, come in! You’re perfectly on time, dear.”
“Maybe this is when we have to accept that Steph’s finally grown up - when she starts arriving to things without being fashionably late,” a voice floated through from the dining room. Melissa Edgely shook her head, still beaming.
“Des, come in and say hello! You need to stop working, now, our favourite daughter’s come to visit!”
Desmond Edgely appeared through the doorway, waiting until Valkyrie had hung her coat up on the guesthook and stepped through into the course proper before enveloping her in a hug. Valkyrie relaxed into it, careful not to hug him too strongly - he was coming up to sixty, and she was a trained fighter with the body of a woman in their physical prime - but her parents didn’t know that. She held her father’s shoulders, looking almost eye to eye at him and smiling herself.
“I thought she was at university?” he asked Melissa, mock annoyance in his voice even as a grin threatened to split his face ear to ear and his eyes glinted. “Who’s this stranger in my house?”
Valkyrie stepped back before answering him.
“So you didn’t order this pizza? Damn, I’ll just… Go to… The next house or something…” She hadn’t the heart to finish off that joke, and it fell a little flat, making things between the three of them awkward for a moment before Melissa’s face brightened once more and she shooed Valkyrie and her father back into the dining room. It was yet another reminder about how close her father and she had once been, and how far away - not just geographically - Valkryie had been away from them lately.
“When’s China arriving? You know, that’s such an odd stage name. A little morbid - and so is that Bespoke man’s! I mean, they’re very apt, but don’t you find it a little awkward when you have to sign the ol’ business forms with just plain Stephanie Edgely?”
“Surely the Edgely name is interesting enough on its own, right, Stephanie? First Gordon, now you - Alice and Des’ll be breaking world records next!” Melissa laughed. “Come to the kitchen, Stephanie; I can get you some wine, and Des can clear up his horrible records and such.”
Valkyrie followed her, just in time to hear a grumbled “Without these horrible records you wouldn’t have any nice wine, woman, even if you’re the only one who can pick it,” from her dad’s side of the room.
The kitchen had hardly changed since Valkryie had moved out, and she had noticed only minimal things that were different each time she had visited since; the medicine cabinet had more bottles in it, the food was healthier, and since her younger sister had gone to uni things like cereals and other junk food had disappeared altogether. As if the absence of the two girls had given her parents more freedom, their belongings seemed to encroach on all the surfaces more, giving the impression that their tidy family home had only been kept up for the sake of their live-in daughters.
Sweeping aside a small stack of torn-out crosswords that her mother saved - ostensibly for Valkyrie, who said that they were for she, China and Ghastly to wile away hours at meetings, but really for Valkyrie to take home to Skulduggery - her mother took two wine glasses out from the cupboard used for ‘posh glassware’ and poured white wine from an already-opened bottle on the countertop, stopping two thirds of the way through filling one and topping it up with water, which she took for herself, passing the full glass to Valkyrie.
Melissa replaced the bottle where she’d found it and leant against the counter by the oven, smiling again as she sipped from her diluted wine - it was a tired smile, pretty much the default expression of her parents nowadays, whose happy life was in its sixth decade and without two daughters to raise consisted of muddling along like any other, normal older couple.
Valkyrie felt her face grow hot and prickle peculiarly, and after a little chatter about her job — what the latest order was, how working for a bigshot textiles company was working out; a cover story for Valkyrie’s long term estrangement and irregular family visits, China and Ghastly posed from time to time as her partners and co-workers in the big company that Valkyrie supposedly worked at, providing the style, fashion know how and generally all the expertise Valkyrie herself actually lacked — excused herself, guessing that the facade was in need of a touch up and a reboot. Whilst she checked how she looked in the bathroom’s little mirror she marvelled at how the skin flowed away from her subtly lined face, like paper crumpling in reverse. After she used the loo, washing her hands and reactivating the facade before walking back into the kitchen, her parents seemed to have finished preparations for the small dinner. When she stepped out of the downstairs bathroom a delicious smell wafted through the air and she glimpsed a debris-free dining room table through the open door, cutlery laid out neatly and the wine plus two extra glasses placed in the middle. Her mother straightened up from where she had been checking the oven when she noticed her.
“We’ve got another ten minutes or so before the dinner’s ready to be served. You haven’t gone on any diet fads recently, have you? It’s only roast chicken, I’m afraid.”
“What? No, of course I haven’t. I love chicken, that’s fine! Why did you ask?”
“You just look well, is all, I wasn’t insinuating anything-“
“Yes, you were. Don’t listen to her, Valkyrie, she doesn’t love you as much as I do.” Her father walked through, an extra set of cutlery in his hands. He’d forgotten that Alison wouldn’t be joining them, apparently.
A scowl appeared on her mother’s face.
“Don’t eavesdrop, it’s rude. And could you put this out on the table - that’s it, I’ll put these knives and forks back.” She gestured toward Valkyrie’s father and exchanged her small jug of flowers for his spare set of cutlery. Valkyrie felt vaguely guilty for not helping them earlier, but it was a bit too late now. She settled for gathering up her and her mother’s glasses of wine and putting them at the top of their places in the dining room, immediately noticing how warm the room was. Even though the kitchen had an oven in it, Valkyrie’s parents always seemed to keep the living room, bedrooms and dining room extra toasty, no matter what the weather - it was enough to give Valkyrie chilblains walking from one place in the house to another, but she supposed they were getting older, and she was only visiting for a few hours anyway. Instead she shouldered off her leather jacket and walked back out to the corridor with the guest hooks, going to put it there with her coat. If she got cold, she could always use her magic to keep her warm, anyway.
G2G bye
Hello.
(I saw someone put up who they thought should be SP in the movie. I saw Stephen Fry. He was the Cheshire Cat, and his voice is epic.)
*not saw, say
*sighs* Derek, why isn't there a new post yet?
Stephen Fry is cool but hes English =P
DEREK! DO A NEW POST SAYING HELLO TO ALL YOUR MINNIONS!(ME ESPECIALLY)
I'm sure he could make himself sound Irish, though.
Remember when Skulduggery and Stephanie were at the reading of the will, and Stephanie was thinking about how she could listen to Skulduggery's voice all day? That's what it's like with Stephen Fry's voice. It's just so cool.
OH, OH, COME TO EDMONDS, WASHINGTON, DEREK, AND I'LL BE ABLE TO HUNT YOU DOWN! I HAVE MEMORIZED WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE! I WILL FIND YOU!!!
Yeah. He does a Tv quiz show thing called Qi and me and my Dad watch it together every Friday night. Its so funny.
Derek Come to Limerick!
Or to Munster! Or go to somewhere in Dublin on March the 2nd or 3rd because I will be in Dublin those days!
"Look at the face I don't have, Craven, and tell me if it looks like I care."
I love that line XD
He should come to Washington in April or May...
IT COULD BE THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER.
He Shouls come online right now and tell Me and Val a story! For no reason!
Yeah! And then he should have a conversation with us!
Yeah! And and Talk to us about the next SP book!
So, uh, what did you guys think?
Oh Holly its really good! I love it!
It doesn't even have to be about it! It can be about anything!
DEREK IF YOU SEE THIS MESSAGE, I'M DYING TO MEET YOU!
*is curled up on the floor, dying because the need to meet Derek*
AND TELL LAURA I SAY HI!
Holly! Hi! I really liked your story!
MR.DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YU MIGHT THIS.
THE END.
Oh, that's good! Thanks very much. Shall I carry on, then?
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
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DEREK COME TALK TO US.
There was a rapping at the door. Valkyrie almost dropped her jacket on the floor by the hooks as her instincts took hold and only steadied herself just in time, catching the label with the tips of her fingers. She was always on guard when she visited Haggard, especially when guests weren’t expected at her parents’ house.
At the last second, Valkyrie remembered herself and that she was the one who had invited China along to this visit to Haggard. Since China was the only one out the of three of them who understood female fashion beyond timeless class and the intricacies of its construction (on Ghastly’ end) and something that had to be worn now and again for the sake of keeping up appearances (on Valkyrie’s end), she tended to be roped into dinner parties and family visits more often than Ghastly whenever Valkyrie thought her job and adult life would be called into question.
When one needs to construct an elaborate lie, one always calls in the experts.
Her parents hadn’t seemed to have heard the knocking at the door and so none of them immediately called out for the other to “go get it before China gets cold,” or appeared in the corridor. Valkyrie deactivated the facade and greeted China with a smooth face, letting the chill cool her now bare, strong arms even more.
China had obviously seen the occasion of visiting her parents fitting enough to dress in one of her even less casual than usual outfits. The dress with the subtly puffed sleeves oozed professional style, and even though a paper bag would have looked like the height of gorgeous fashion once it graced China’s frame, Valkryie appreciated how her outfit made her, impossible, more beautiful than usual.
She was dressed to impress.
Valkyrie looked into those pale blue eyes, and saw a hint of -guilt? Amusement? - there at being caught out.
“Behave,” she said, in a low voice so that her parents wouldn’t hear.
“As if I would do anything less than act impeccably, Valkyrie.”
“You look lovely, by the way. Come in.” China nodded, and, stepping over the threshold, stopped to examine her fingernails, as if for dirt.
“Those protection symbols are working as well as ever, I see. What’s for dinner?”
“No pastries, so don’t worry. Just chicken and veg, that stuff.”
China flicked her eyebrows up in amusement.
“How considerate.” Raising her voice slightly above normal so that it would carry through to Valkyrie’s parents, she added, “Mr. and Mrs. Edgely, good evening! Thank you for inviting me over tonight.” Valkyrie reactivated the facade and they walked back through to the dining room. China hadn’t brought a coat. She never did.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT THIS.
DEREK, WE AREN'T FANATIC FOLLOWERS OF THE FACELESS ONES, BUT WE'RE FANATIC FOLLOWERS OF YOU, SO GET ON HERE NOW!
I agree with Val!
pipa has been stoped? as well as sopa? or just shelved??
Hi Shadow!
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS.
Is anyone still here?
I am Shadow!
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK COME TALK TO US.
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS.
I'll be back in a little while, Bye!
By the way, it's almost a new page...
Oh yeah. Bye Val!
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS
Yes First!
I dedicate this page to All the amazing of Derekville, Blogland and of Chatland! You are all so friendly!
all the amazing people*
PIPA and SOPA has been stopped for now, but ACTA might pass, and that's WAY WORSE. Actually....
GUYS, GOOGLE ACTA NOW. IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT, AND AFFECTS THE UK, EUROPE, AND ALSO THE REST OF THE WORLD, P. MUCH.
guys you can be arrested for sending someone an mp3 in an email
you can be arrested for quoting a newspaper or something
you can be arrested for teaching someone a recipe that you learned from someone else
Acta is not nice as far as I can see. :(
If you have a blog, tumblr, facebook, twitter or whatever... Get the word out. ACTA is horrible.
ACTA worries me. I really hope the EU won't sign it (I know some of our representatives in the European Parliament have spoken out against it, but, well, that's not going to carry much weight), but if they do... blegh.
*attempts to roll in, overshoots and slams back first into wall*
Ouch.
Acta just sounds I dunno strange.. like out of this world strange.
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS
*gets up rubbing back*
That is going to bruise.
Hi guys!
How are you Sparky?
I'm sore all over.
*keeps rubbing back*
Ow...
And my iTouch is about to die.
So I might be leaving for a couple minutes.
*ninja rolls into Blogland*
Wow i am posting first comment on blog yet i have been following this blog for years aswell as the series i Want to know when book seven is going to be out
also so please got a* in english speaking and listening
thats ok
don't get to happy for me....
*eats a soul, ninja-style*
How come little Miss Super Injury Magnet can roll in when I can't?!
And HAH! I got here before you, you owe me a Jaffa.
hi littlepace
I don't owe you anything. I was here before YOU, I just left for a little while.
Well Sparky was here too I think Val :D
When I was on earlier? NO. SPARKY WASN'T HERE.
Well it was around that time anyway :D
*shrugs*
Dang... I'm starving...
Dang. She's right.
*throws a Jaffa in the air and catches it in mouth*
So what do I owe you?
*Wishes there was Jaffa's in the house*
So littlepace are you stil there?
I have to go Now! Will probably be on later! Bye!
OH and I leave you with these words
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS
Oh, hey Kribu! It's smallbutevil...
Kribu is bad and bad. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmQN93NqqDM explains it well!
YOU OWE ME YOUR SOUL!
No.
Because last time I found keys that werent yours.
*protects soul*
Fine. You owe me a plane ticket to Ireland.
*checks all pockets*
All I have is a boat ticket to Ireland from Sydney...
*calls Fletcher an tells him to teleport me to Ireland*
WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT BEFORE???
*waves to Holly* .. I figured. :D
One problem with ACTA (and SOPA & such) is that on the surface, the aim of these things sounds good - after all, stopping piracy and copyright infringement is good, yes? But the ways they're going about it, and what it would and could mean in practice if implemented... *shudders*
*ACTA is bad and bad.
Yeah... old guys who don't use the internet shouldn't police it!
YES!!!
*does happy dance*
Hmmm... I might be going to Amanda's house in less than an hour...
*giggles*
I just told one of my friend that I won.
Their response:
WAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I'm in a good mood... I'M GONNA SEE AMANDA :D
Great for you.
This is so much easier!
Yes. It IS great for me.
Hello, MysticMoon!
Hi mysticmoon, hi sparky
Hello Rose.
Oh.
Sorry, gotta go.
BYE!!!
Nope.
I lied.
IT WORKED!
*frowns* I can only find one shoe...
Wait, nope, I found the other.
*puts boots on*
Riiight...
*looks through the huge mess on my floor* Oh, look, I found my black coat! *pauses* And it looks like my white cat tried to lay on it...
*finally gets the cat hair off*
*finds a small box and grins evilly* *puts it in pocket to bring to Amanda's house*
Make sure you give her her keys back.
I found a box of Barbie hair (I think Amanda stole a doll and cut its hair off) that Amanda gave me as 'a gift'. Well, when she gave it to me, I said, "I'm going to pour this on to your bed before you go to sleep." And now, I'm going to put this on her bed. MWA HA HA HA HA!
I have to go to her house now, BYE!
The rerun of Sherlock on BBC3 is heartwrenching. Oh god. *looks for tissues*
Can I be bothered to get up?
this new pop upon comment thingy is cool.
Nifty is all I am saying
Yes. I can.
Hello.
No one's talking.
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